Saturday, 6 June 2015


I was throbbing and dripping and generally making a mess thanks to the boy slurping away at my cunt. I couldn't believe how good he was without ever taking his eyes off of mine. And then he lifted himself off and it was over, but only just. Before I knew it he had hoisted himself onto me and our noses touched. His chest pressed down on my breasts, my nipples standing at attention. He was slightly taller than me so I spread myself and he adjusted himself in between my legs. His stiff cock rested lightly on my wet pink vagina and there was electricity on that bed, I could feel it. I wrapped my arms around his back and ran my hands up and down that muscly back. He stared intensely into my eyes, his hazel brown burning into my electric blue contact lenses. Slowly, steadily, without breaking my line of sight, he leaned down and we both closed our eyes and there it was. It started simply. Polite, almost gentle. His soft lips, and mine. As I stroked his hair and my fingers danced on his back, he let a soft moan out and pushed deeper into my mouth. Our tongues were intertwined and in a furious dance and through all this I hadn't realized that he was slowly penetrating my leaking pussy. I couldn't bother to play games anymore, and I tightened my vagina around his stiff, thick cock. Deciding to put my legs to good use, I wrapped them around his thighs and took him in deeper. Involuntary moans escaped me, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. It's difficult to describe a nice cock thrusting slowly but fully into a wet, warm, tight vagina but it was about 23 times more pleasurable than anything I've ever done by myself in front of a computer playing porn videos. He continued thrusting into me and slowly we stopped kissing. Partly to concentrate on getting fucked, but mostly so I could push his head down to my tits. He knew what I wanted though, and he expertly took my left breast in his hand and lowered his lips onto my nipple. The cheeky bastard looked up at me, almost inquisitively and I nodded silently, not able to hold on any longer. In one swift motion he clamped his teeth on my nipple and I truly exploded. I sucked his cock into my vagina, squeaked in pain and dug my nails into his back in pleasure. The feeling was indescribable. Literally, none of my words will do justice to that simplest of acts but oh my god I grew more and more moist with every stroke. He responded in kind, by pumping away harder and harder. I had an idea.

Pushing him off, I flipped him on his back and he had a look of surprise in his eyes, which was almost instantly replaced with a mischievous glint. Wordlessly, but with a smile playing on my lips, I climbed on him and slowly lowered myself onto his dick. Every inch that passed into me made me moan a little louder until finally, he was in me, cock, shaft and all. His right hand came up to my left breast and clenched it, massaging it, his fingers running over my nipples. It was time for the rodeo.

Slowly I gyrated my hips, while simultaneously lifting myself ever so slightly and then lowering. As I rode him, he moaned and closed his eyes. I was enjoying myself too much to close my eyes and that was when I spotted my phone lying near the pile of clothes near us. Reaching over for it, I quickly navigated to the camera app and switched to video mode. He opened his eyes and asked, "what's going on baby?" and I didn't answer. I handed him the phone and proceeded to immediately ride him harder than ever and he knew what I wanted him to do. Raising the phone up, he started filming me riding him. Suddenly I felt hotter than ever. Something about being fucked while a camera was rolling, was making me feel sexier than ever. Possessed with something I can't quite put my finger on, I rode him and pumped away at his cock, while I reached behind me and started fondling his balls.

I could hear his grunts getting closer and closer, and I tightened and bounced on his cock faster and faster until he cried out, "baby I'm gonna cum babyyyy" and I knew we had to act quickly. I climbed off and he stood up, next to the bed. I quickly dropped to my knees and started to reach for his cock with my hand when he shook his head and said, "no hands Cheyenne." He adjusted his hands so that the phone was filming me on my knees, from his point of view.

Opening my mouth obediently, I took him in me. My tongue circled his head and I sucked on his stiff dripping cock, tasting my own cunt juices. I spat on his cock and licked him up and down, and when I took a moment to look up at him, he smiled and spat on my open mouth. I took his balls and licked his thighs and before long he had to blow. Reaching down, I started playing with my clit and I could feel myself nearing the end of the line. With my right hand pumping his cock and my left hand fingering my vagina, our moans were synced and then it happened. I felt the spasms building in my loins and I started cumming right there on my knees. My legs buckled, my eyes closed and I moaned loudly and he took his cue and I felt his cock preparing, for just a second, before he unloaded his balls on my face. Rope after glorious salty rope of cum, my eyes closed and drenched, as I tried to slurp up what I could. I took his cock in my mouth and still as my cunt leaked, I sucked every last drop out of him. When I was finished, my eyes were still closed, thanks to the cum on my face, and I heard him move away. "Where are... where are you going?" I called out, but he didn't reply. I could hear clothes being put on, and I reached around for something to wipe the cum out of my eyes. Groping around blindly, I found a piece of cloth and used it to wipe my face off. Turns out I'd gotten my hands on my panties.

I cleared my eyes and looked up and I saw him putting on his shirt. He was obviously trying to avoid me and I got up and when I approached him, he moved away. I was shocked. I was balancing on your balls and you just emptied them on my face, and now you're avoiding me? "What's going on?" I tried to keep my voice strong because I did not want to betray the tinge of sadness I was feeling and he turned and looked at me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. It was my mistake, and its not your fault but I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend. I don't know why I did this, Cheyenne, I'm sorry." With that he spun around and he was out of the door and my house before I could say anything.

I was overcome with shock. What kinda guy who has a girlfriend picks up a random girl at a Starbucks and fucks her and cums on her face and then fucks off like a little pussy? And truth be told the scary part was that I loved it. I loved being a secret pleasure, a guilty indulgence. I loved the fact that I was slutty enough to make him all hot and horny and bothered. I loved the fact that he chose to fuck me, over his girlfriend. I needed to find this boy again. But how the fuck would I do that when I didn't even know his name?


After showering and clearing my room up, I sat on my bed and reached for my phone. I unlocked it and found it opened up to a whatsapp chat. It was a video, sent to a random number. Panic overtook me. I played the video and it was what I thought it would be. There I was on my knees, gagging on a cock and fondling a pair of balls, and then fingering myself. And he'd sent it to a number that I did not have. I checked the number and the profile picture and... wow.

He'd sent the video to himself. He wanted to jack off, to the sight of me sucking his cock and taking his load all over my face. God that made me feel so hot.

Friday, 6 March 2015

Got along with Starbucks lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane.

He saw me from across the cafe. He saw me sipping away at my caramel frappe, trying to prolong its life so that I could justify spending an humane amount of time at Starbucks, reading, trying to avoid being home. Being in public stopped me from watching porn and fingering myself and doing nothing else much at home while waiting to start my gap year trip around the world. He saw me alone and he came over. And that's how it all began.

"Hi. I saw you from over there. You've been sitting here alone for a while so I thought it was safe to assume you weren't expecting anyone. Also I wanted to come talk to a pretty girl la but that's not so important"

He was direct and brave. I liked that. Most guys are too scared to approach and tell girls they're interested in them. So what if you're not "good looking"?? Tip for girls my age: remember that guys who come up and talk to us aren't wearing make up and before you turn them down, remember what you yourself look like without make up.

Anyway back to the story. He stood rather awkwardly at the edge of my table and although the he tried his best to avoid looking needy, I could see it in his eyes, the look of lust that men often try to pass off as passion. Slowly, I returned his cheeky hopeful grin with a steady, confident smile of my own. "Hey, you're right. I was just alone at home so I decided to come here in the hopes of something fun happening. Till now, no luck. But maybe you can change that," I said, with a grin that hinted my intentions, echoed by my pantyless self.

He fingered his shirt and I motioned to the empty seat next to me. He gathered his stuff and returned to my table and sat next to me and we made a pretty odd pair. Me in my class t shirt, braless and pink FBTs, him in his shirt, rolled up sleeves, skinny jeans, hair combed back with just the right amount of wax. "So you live around here? I'm new here so I don't really know anyone." I believed him, he felt trustworthy for some reason. "Yeah I live a couple of bus stops away. So you plan on carrying on this conversation without telling me your name?" I shot back, daring him to grow a pair. He stared into my eyes for a second, I could hear him thinking, weighing up the odds. And then he drew a breath, and boy did he grow a pair.

"Our names aren't important. I know what you're up to. Do you really think I can't see your nipples screaming through your t shirt? I can be whatever name you want me to be. What matters is: who do you want to be?" He returned my challenge with a salvo that instantly flicked a switch in my loins. I could feel myself burning at my nether regions. This boy, whose name I didn't even know, was making me hot and stuffy. For the first time in this conversation, I lost control and he could sense it, he knew he had me on the ropes. I was his for the taking, and he cocked his head to one side, trying to figure out what I was up to, his eyes drifting down my shirt, and I followed his gaze. He was right. My nipples were freezing and sharp and I could almost hear them saying "give us liberty or a bra dammit!"

I let my hair fall from behind my ear and give me sometime to compose myself, and just when I thought I had a good enough reply, I felt his hand rest lightly on my knee. This was shockingly new to me. Guys in Singapore would never think of doing that, and here was this guy, who had staked his flag on my body, declaring that I was his conquest to anyone who might care to glance in our direction. We sat like that for a second and I could see him grinning from the side of my glass and it was at that point that I knew all I really cared about, all I really wanted, was him in me, him on me, him under me, his manhood in my mouth, his balls across my face, him shooting ropes and ropes of his warm cum on my face. I wanted him. I wanted him to use me. No guy has ever made me this way, and I loved it. Time to take back control from this cocky son of a bitch.

I mustered whatever courage I had left, and after checking to see if anyone was looking our way, reached across and laid my hand directly on his lap, feeling for his wood. His body stiffened and in my mind I could feel the blood rushing to the one piece of muscle I truly cared about on this boy's body. His gaze never left my face and I could tell he would never relinquish control, but I was definitely giving him a run for his money. He grew under my soft hand, as I gently caressed him, my eyes locked to his. He grew and he hardened, and when I tightened my grip on his cock he let out an involuntary gasp. So much for control. He turned a shade of scarlet that I vaguely remembered seeing once, in the mirror. Oh right that was my throbbing vagina, begging for relief. I had an idea.

"If you aren't up to anything and you'd like to get up to something, follow." And with that I abruptly stood up, and walked out of the Starbucks, leaving him with one five second tease of an over the jeans cock rub. And follow he did.

He followed me on the bus and into the lift and then he couldn't control himself. I had barely hit the button marked 16 when I felt his powerful arm grab my hair and yank me around. His free hand established a vice grip on my neck and pulled me close and I could feel his penis push against my FBTs and then he pulled me in and his lips were all I needed them to be: a gateway drug. He stuck his tongue in my throat, all pretense of discovery abandoned, he was taking no prisoners today. He explored my mouth, I sucked on his tongue harder and he bit my lip and my hand found his zip and then it was over. The doors opened. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my house, on the right hand side. He wrapped his arms around my waist and each hand inched towards my moist cunt and my hardened nipples respectively. Even then he wanted to tease. He didn't go for the obvious, he ran his fingers delicately over my stomach and thighs while I furiously fumbled with the lock and we tumbled into the house. I slammed the doors behind me and he once again began an expedition of my mouth, except this time my house was pitch black and all I could do was feel. We stumbled into my room, my wet panties from last night draped over my bed. I couldn't be bothered. I slammed the door and hunted around for the air con remote and once that was settled I turned to see him standing by my bed, T-shirt off but everything else still on. So he wanted to play did he?

We stood for a second and looked at each other and then it was over. I walked over and pushed him onto my bed and sat on his lap and bent over and made out with him while riding him, clothes burning between us. He was ridiculously hard and relatively thick beneath me and I slid down a little, pausing to lips his nipples. He let out a single solitary moan "chey...enne." I thought I had him, the battle over, the victory secured, when he carried me suddenly and dropped me on the floor. "Get on your knees bitch," he said, his voice hoarse and husky with the rush that flows in equal parts to both brain and penis, that only men could ever feel. He reached over and picked up the panties that were on my bed and he took a deep breath, smiling lustily. Then he tossed it aside and looked expectantly at me. I slowly started kneeling but he grabbed my arm and tugged at my shirt. I pulled it off and his eyes sparkled with an anger and a passion I hadn't yet experienced. His finger appreciatively ran down my nose and my lips and down to my chest. He pinched my left nipple and reached down to bite on my right. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure, the burning sensation only serving to fuel my need to be used violently. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down to my knees. He gestured towards his belt and I knew what I had to do. I unbuckled him slowly, fiddling with the button and the zip slowly. I pulled his jeans and saw his wood bulge in his Calvin Klein boxers. I started to inch his boxers down, slowly, as carefully trimmed hair ends started showing, and then the shaft, throbbing with passion and blood, I kissed his shaft, stopped pulling and kissed his tip. The tip area of the boxers was moist with pre cum, a lovely taste that reminded me of lemons and salt, lots of salt. I licked his tip through his boxers and felt a painful crushing sensation as he grabbed a fistful of hair and grunted "stop teasing whore." His eyes were closed and his Adam's Apple throbbed and I was shocked. He didn't even know me and he was calling me a whore and the best part was that I felt and wanted to be treated like one. I obliged and yanked off his boxers and I was squatting close to his legs so his penis hit me square in the middle of the face, right in between my eyes, above my nose.

It was gloriously thick and juicy looking, at least 8 inches without a doubt. Not circumcised but his foreskin rolled back nicely to give me access to his head, filled with nerve endings that I was going to enjoy exploiting. I took his shaft in my hands and pumped slowly but it was as solid as oak wood and it wasn't gonna get any bigger. Slowly, I put him in my mouth. His pre cum immediately hit my taste buds and I looked up at him. For the first time since he forced me down, his eyes were open and he was looking down into my eyes, head cocked to one side, curious and excited. I could taste it. Slowly I took more of him, deeper and deeper, my spit pooling in my mouth and flowing onto his cock. The more I pumped with my mouth the less I gagged and the wetter his dick got. He reached down and twisted my nipple and it was all I could do to not bite down. I looked up at him and he looked like he was about to say something...

And then he spat on my face, and as I flinched away I just knew he was grinning. For a second I was stunned, my eyes squeezed close, as I felt his warm saliva drip from my eyes down towards my mouth. And I loved it. I took him out of my mouth and rubbed his cock on my face, letting the spit lubricate him. I pumped away for a minute and then he did his signature crushing grip on my neck and pulled me up. He looked at my face, a mess of spit and pre cum and he lifted me up to his height and threw me on the bed and said "hold your legs out." I obliged and he pulled my FBTs off. He took my hands and told me to hold my knees to my ears and I did so, exposing a throbbing, leaking vagina, and a tight asshole to this boy I had met half an hour ago. "Whatever the fuck you do, don't you fucking dare take your eyes off mine, understand Cheyenne?" I nodded, my exposed state betraying me as I blushed. He lowered himself onto me, his face never once leaving mine. He kissed my pussy, softly. I always shave like I've told you guys before. He slowly licked the beads of sweat and cunt juice and probed my pussy with his tongue, slowly, searchingly. He tasted my cream and I licked my lips, tasting him and his spit and my sweat and his pre cum. The air con was set to 20 degrees but I was sweating profusely. Suddenly he lifted off my pussy and lowered himself further and without any warning, kissed my asshole and stuck his tongue in that hole so exclusive that even I hadn't explored. Waves of passion flooded my body as i squirmed and he slowly alternated between my pussy and ass, tongue in one finger in the other. Index finger probed my pussy, then he abandoned the ass and stuck his middle finger in my cunt. He turned and twisted and curled and straightened all inside me. I was quivering and shaking but our eyes never left each other. My only sexual experiences till this point were limited to Andrea and Justin. But this boy, this enigma who was slurping at my creamy pussy, letting my cunt juices flow along his perfect cheekbones onto my bed, this was something else. 

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