True Sex Stories: End My Week

It doesn't happen often, but once in a great while–especially if I have been flirting all day–my pussy gets really wet and stays that way until I do something about it.

So much so that my panties get a wet spot that stays there all day, I can smell myself–that sweet corn muffin scent– when I move or when I squat to those lowers shelves at the library, or as it did this day while I sat at the reference desk–it bubbled, I could feel the creamy liquid building up between my puffy lips and with a shift of my legs I felt it. Like champagne bubble against my tongue, but instead it was the sweet cunt cream popping between my slit as I twisted my pussy into the reference desk chair.

My horniness was all a bit of a build up, the all around shitty circumstances of the week left me with little urge fuck myself, but by Friday my chaos had stabilized, and certainly by Saturday I was ready to come and come and come again.

I knew it was going to take work to pull this long built up orgasm out of me. Laying in bed, my fingers slipping around my full lips, dripping and sloppy–fat and full, I imagined photographs in my mind, photos of me rubbing myself, my lips surrounding my fingers, getting coated. I thought about you standing there watching me–your hands slow stroking that growing trunk of yours. It became like a dream, shifting in and out of color to black and white and then back  again.

My hard little pebble clit began to grow and beg for attention, but my fingers felt so good massaging the fullness of my cunt, I like to squeeze and contract my insides, pulling on my fingers, imaging how your cock would feel when my pussy clamps around you. I lay there for a long time, not meaning to prolong my come, but enjoying the feeling and the moment of being alone my bedroom, the comfort and warmth of my cunt longing for a cock.

Eventually I could feel the heat spread across my body, the fire building on the bottom of my feet. Under my pillow I slid my hand, feeling around the in the coolness of sheets to pillow for the toy I keep there, a simple and powerful vibe that I wanted to grind and flick the across my clit.

The moment that pulsing vibe hit my clit, my mouth dropped open in want. My mind watching you move in closer, your cock, stiff,  leading the way to my lips. The tip braising my mouth, glossing them in pre-cum. My fingers and hand continued rubbing my sloppy dripping pussy, my toes began to curl and cramp, I could hear that static white noise, and my mouth continuing to drop and accept your dick like a gift from my dreams.

As you fuck my mouth, I am close to pulling this out from deep within me. Words push out of my mouth…

"fuck me, oh right there, there, oh don't stop, please, please, please…" as if you are really there.

I imagine your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, throbbing inside of me, the fingers pulling out this cum become your your fingers and I beg you…

"feed me," my tongue out in want, "cum for me."

As I imagine your pulling from between my lips and stroking a shot that blast across my face and down my throat I come hard, painful even–a blast of pain shoots through head as my cunt throbs and contracts, pulls and releases in orgasm–the pain resides, my body melts into the bed, my pussy continues to pulse, then everything around me grows silent and I think...I want do that again.

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