Virgin again, waiting to feel your cock...

They say the vibes and energies of the people you have sex with, will remain on your body for 6 months. It's been over 4 since I last had sex, and its bit sad to think its most likely that the vibes and energies of it will totally leave my body before I have a chance to renew the load...

Yeah, I'm naughty. And I keep naughty pictures of you for my delight. Your enhardened cock portraited in eye-candy angles, makes me wet and wondering how come I can take all this deep into my butthole. Oh, I miss that. That hot throbbing meat is so much sexier to feel inside me than any toy.

My pussy drools at these thoughts. Ah, it's still untouched. Ever since the last time not a finger had been penetrating it. As a virgin afraid of ruining her own precious condition, I struggle to keep this sweet torture: and so far it's been paying off. My desire gets more demanding. My fantasies go wilder.

You, impaling me.

Quickie, Saltie, Wettie Daydreaming for Today:

Did I tell about that day at the beach..?

Well, it's not really a desert beach, but there's very little people going to it. Mainly because there's no beach restaurants or any commerce on that part of the shore. We had been there ever since early in the morning, enjoying the warm waves and the pleasant feeling of the sun shining upon our skin. Now we were sharing some contemplative moments under the shade of a big tree. I was laid down over a big beach towel, he was sitting by my side, smoking a cigarette, hair caught in a ponytail. His white skin had turned red on his shoulders and those sunburns could hurt later, but by that moment, the world was pure perfection.

I pulled up my sunglasses a bit, and started to admire his looks. I guessed his eyes lost into horizon under that exotic sunglasses, and started making plans for the night. Then he noticed I was staring, turned around and smiled.

-I can feel the weight of your stare.
-I am feeling something else.

He smiled. Gosh, I absolutely love that smile..!

-Do you wanna go home?
-No, I want you to do me right here.
-Really? - he laughed. I frowned.
-Awww...yes. But I know reality is strange from fantasy.
-Maybe we can play on safe grounds. - he said, already pulling the lace of my bikini bottom.

I laughed, slapped his face and tied back the bikini. But as soon as I laid back again, his hand started caressing my lower belly, softly and teasefully (if this word even exists). I closed my eyes. The whole world was only his fingertips sliding over my belly and hips. The sound of the waves. The refreshing breeze. His hands going lower. I feel his fingers touching the edge of the bikini. That was just too hot.

-I'll stop if someone approaches. - he promised.

I trusted him and relaxed, feeling my pussy pulse as he grabbed it with a handful. That massage was getting me irreparably wet.

"-I'm a-check if there's sand in your bikini.." - he joked, and listening to his voice over the waves brought me back the reality of his presence there. I opened my eyes as his fingers explored in between my legs. pulling the bikini a bit, ticking my clit. sliding up and down the moisted crack.

I was moving my hips in frenzy as I felt him reaching into me. I heard voices approaching and saw another couple, with a kid, walking along the waterline.

-They'll see us.- I said.
-They can't figure out what's going on.

He didn't stop, instead went deeper. It was hard to hold the moans. The family walked past us without any shock.
Then he reached to the cooler and got a quite big ice stone, as the ones we were using to cool our drinks, rounded shaped, kinda capsule-like. He put that to my mouth and I sucked it. Then as he kissed my cold lips he pulled the ice inside my pussy.

-"Hold it in" - he commanded.
-"I can't" - I mumbled, feeling it quickly melting.
 I could never predict what came next: he just grabbed me and pulled my hips up, pulled my bikini and quenched his thirst of that water flowing out of me. His feverish hot lips against my iced cunt, was enough to make me cum - and I felt his tongue deep inside as my pussy throbbed.

From afar, I could see the happy family walking back along the shore.

-Let's go some...'safer grounds' - I said.
-In a minute. - Red smile. - Right now, I can't really walk anywhere...

Your cum-guzzling whore (II)

There, leaning over that balcony, the city was mine. I was on top of the world, higer than DiCaprio in "Titanic": the ocean of city lights below me was impressively silent from the second last floor of the hotel tower.

You came from behind me and gave me a demanding hug, pressing my tiny body against yours. I love the way you feel huge around me.
The step on the porch's design was so fitting, that climbing it got me in the very perfect height to rub my trunks against your hips and feel you getting hard inside your pants. You were breathing hard on my neck, licking my ear, biting my shoulder, as if about to devour my flesh, literally.

Your hands reach for my cleavage, claiming for my breasts to grab. Ah, your moans were making me soaked, I could feel my panties drowning between my feverish pussy lips.

There, invisible in front of the capital, you'd fill your hands and my holes. Locked between your manhood and the rail, there's no escape. One of your strong hands goes down to pull my underwear aside, and I feel your fingers exploring my inside.  The other grabs my neck, my hair, keeps me tamed, under your total control.

You cover my mouth to keep me from screaming as I feel your throbbing cock diving into me. Ah, that hot meat belongs sliding in and out of my dripping wet holes. In which one of them will you pump your tasty load into, tonight..?

I'm begging on my knees to be your slut.

Another story about drunk sex in public

Apparently, it happens a lot. Maybe I should ask a psychiatrist about that.

It was a nice pub, European style. Kind of place you go for drinks with your friends and watch unusual games like rugby or hockey or that thing USA calls football. Beautiful people around, but no one we knew. At least not that I had seen.

We've been sitting there all night having drinks and snacks with  some friends that had left us by then. We got distracted with each other at the table, he was telling some funny story that happened to him last spring, and we ended up deciding to have one more drink.  I really can't recall the conversation (I tend to imagine it was about some common friend that almost chopped off his dick on the sliding door of a van, or so ).

Well, thing is that at some point the conversation started to get lewd. Who knows who started that, I just have pretty much no self control when he's around. I can't  pretend I'm not interested. 

I feel a heatwave down below, and pulled him closer for a kiss. He corresponded with the same passion and I could clearly feel the silky string getting wet between my legs. I wanted so bad to spread it, but we were in a public place, of course I wouldn't do it. I just confessed it to him, in a whisper close to his ear.

"I think you should do it." -he encouraged me, holding one of my knees with that big hands that could sure handle me in many ways.

"One can think you're abusing a drunk woman"

"I think I am, actually" - he smiled- that motherfucker dirty smile! - without stop kisdsing me. I could feel I was kinda exposed, as if I was drunkier than I actually was, and had no conscience of my stance.

"Feels better?" -he asks, that voice teasing my ear. I nod and moan in accordance. I don't really want to stop kissing him, not sure if I'd like to open my eyes and realize we weren't alone and there's at least three or four federal laws against what we were doing, that we could go to jail, that someone must film it and put it online, send the pictures to my family, coworkers, University colleagues, my friends...(well, I think my friends wouldn't be that shocked ).

"You think too much" - he whispers in my ear -"It's just a fantasy, we're not even here."

I bet he felt my legs relaxing, one to each side. And kissed me deeper. I eagered to have his fingers in me, but his both hands were busy, softly caressing my breasts from over the blouse.

His tongue moving inside my mouth and his firm hands provoking my tits were driving me crazy. My pussy was sure ready, still he didn't touch it, and I moaned a little louder, revolving my hips a bit to make clear I wanted some attention down there.

He started playing with my panties. Pulling it aside, out, inside even. I was soaked. At last, he covered my pussy the better he could with the white lacey mini-string I was wearing (that was already turned transparent of soaking on pussy juice). 

He kept teasing me, in between my butt cheeks. Massaging my ass with my own moist, lubing it to slide a finger smoothly in.

"For how long have your pussy been missing a fuck..?"

"Over a hundred days, since you last pounded it with your cock.."

"But your asshole seem to be taking quite a lot..." - he was shoving two fingers alternatedly slowly in and out. Felt so good I moved my hips around, pressing it against the invader hand, trying to swallow it deeper.

"Will this slutty ass take two fingers at same time..?" 

"Will have to try and find out.."  - And with this permission he started forcing my asshole. I tried to relax the more I could to enjoy that ride through spectrum of pleasure and pain.

That was making me so drooling wet. My pussy was so envious, while he was testing my ass. I let my hand check out his crotch, and of course it's easy to feel his hard rock cock struggling inside the pants and underwear...

"I need to have you fucking me right now..!" - I was almost begging, ripping off his pants and sitting on him right there. I guess the situation had gone far over control. "Its a quite dark corner..."

There couldn't be much preparation, I just freed his pulsating dick and had to hold my impulses of sucking it. Almost all at once, I let it disappear into my ass, sitting on Red's lap, leaning a bit over the table as if very interested on the live jazz trio that was performing on the small stage. That hot meat was throbbing inside me as I moved my hips in the rythm of the music. He leaned over and started playing my pussy in the rythm, too.

"I can't hold much longer" - he said

"Me neither".

As the music got faster, I twerk'd against his cock, deep and skippy. His fingers went more intense, too. He was too deep into my ass, I'd have to make him cum first, because if I reached the orgasm before he did, my gapped asshole would start to feel.

A few hard sits on daddy's lap, and I could feel him spilling a heavy, warm load inside my ass. And when I felt it, I couldn't hold any longer.

I came, and I squirted, I couldn't hold that creampie, and I accidentally banged on the table and spilt our drinks. The mess was complete. Not only people looked, but the waiters rushed to notice there was a spill. We laughed. Red still had his pants opened when I noticed the cleaning agent approaching.

"Come on...let's go out for a cigarette!" - I suggested.