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“Okay, babe. See you when you get home.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
The call disconnects just as I get another email from PassionPainPleasure. I lick my lips, opening it.
Oooooooh, yes! Yes! Yesssssss! I love my ass eaten! And the fact that you love getting yours eaten too is so damn sexy to me! Oooh two freaky ass eaters in one bed! Mmmph! I love the musky taste of a man’s ass on my tongue. Mmm. I getting wet thinking about it! I love foreplay as well. I just love good hard black dick attached to a freaky man with stamina. I’m open to role-play as well. I’d love to tie a man up and blindfold him. Even spank him lightly before spreading open his ass and licking it, then sucking his balls into my mouth.
“Goddamn, baby,” I murmur to myself. “Shit. I need you in my life. Right now!”
I ease my dick out of my sweats, then slowly stroke it, continuing to read the email. Precum is already coating my head. I use the pad of my thumb and smear it all over the head of my dick.
I’ll also tell you this: if there weren’t so many risks for diseases, I’d want raw sex. I love the feel of naked dick stroking my walls. There’s something so sexy about a man nutting in my pussy, eating his nut out of me then kissing me. I also love cumming on a dick, then sucking my pussy juice off. I love the taste of my pussy.
Damn, this freak got me ready to bust a nut.
I glance at the time. I can probably get a quick one off before Krista gets home. I lean back in my chair. Close my eyes. Then stroke my dick. But it’s not enough. I need my spot stroked. Bad.
I lift my hips up from my seat, then yank my sweats and boxers all the way down before reaching underneath me and massaging the area between my balls and ass to stimulate my prostate. But it’s not enough.
I’m worked up for more.
Rising up in my seat, I unlock my desk drawer, then dig way in the back and pull out a bottle of lube I keep hidden.
Sitting back in my chair and leaning as far back as I can go, I spread open my legs. Then squirt out a generous amount of lube onto my index and middle fingers, and reach in between my legs.
Although massaging my perineum can stimulate my prostate, I prefer sticking a finger inside me and massaging it anally. The orgasm is more intense. Like I said earlier, like nothing imaginable.
With my dick in one hand and the other between my legs, I slide my lube-slick fingers up into my crack, skimming my hole, then pressing on it while stroking my dick and imagining my fingers are PassionPainPleasure’s fingers, her wet tongue, her soft lips, her hot mouth.
I stare at her tongue up on my screen.
I groan. “Damn, baby. I can’t wait to feel that tongue. Aah…can’t wait for you to get all up in this ass with it.”
Using a rhythmic circular motion, I start massaging my ass, then start pushing in as if I’m pushing on a button. I do this to relax my sphincter muscle.
“Aaah, yeah.”
As I play with my dick, I concentrate on the sensation I feel when a tongue’s back there; the wet lick-lick-lick that causes me to squirm in pleasure. I keep pushing inward, slowly pressing the pad of my finger in. I push inward and upward. And without much effort, I find my spot—about two inches in and toward my stomach; a small round bulb, about the size of a walnut.
“Yeah, baby…aah, shit…”
I gently massage it, my finger lightly sweeping its sides. My dickhead swells. Precum overflows out of my piss slit, coating my hand as it slides up and down along my shaft.
I grunt. Focus on the building heat as my prostate swells.
After a few toe-curling minutes, I feel it building, building, building. The pressure. The urge to piss. But I know it’s the milking process. My arousal is evident in the abundance of precum running out of my dick slit and sliding down onto my hand.
“Aaaah, yeah. Aaah, yeah…oooh, shit. Uh, uh, uh…fuck.”
It’s coming, coming, coming, coming.
A loud grunt escapes from the back of my throat as my toes curl, my hand rapidly stroking my shaft.
It doesn’t take much longer before my nut shoots out of my dick, splattering up on my chest and stomach. I growl out, my body shaking. My nut spurts out of me.
“Shit,” I groan, feeling lightheaded as I squeeze out the last bit of nut before reaching for a handful of tissue and wiping my fingers. I grab more tissue and wipe my chest and stomach, before plopping back in my chair, spent.
