perfection in women

I have never had the pleasure of sharing the company with someone as beautiful as you. You have amazing grace, perfect posture, the face of an angel, and manners far beyond your status. I could see here pining over you for hours, in your little crop top, edges draped in lace.

My old man body struggles to the bar to order us more drinks: Aussie lager for me, espresso martini for you. So classy. Your biceps ripple as you pick up the cocktail glass, only further pressing your breasts together. Your ass is a miracle, and I can barely wait for the second cuming. Those tiny shorts are perfect at hiding just what they need to.

No doubt this expense will cause a huge shit fight with my wife, but she hasn’t touched my cock in nearly a year. So fuck her. I never thought I’d pay for sex, but you my dear, are one hundred percent worth every damn dime. For all the eyes upon your perfect body, I don’t care, for tonight you’re mine.

Dinner seems to take a lifetime to arrive, and even longer to ingest. Watching you place each mouthful of salad inside your mouth, reminds me all the more that you are the only thing I want to ingest. Our conversations slows over bites of lettuce and steak, but picks up as soon as the cute waitress cleared our plates. Her red hair seemed almost flirty, but it just reiterated my thoughts of you, desperate and dirty.

The little blue pill has kicked in after dinner as you lead me back to my room, and as you peel of your dress, I long to be inside your womb. But instead you tease me all the more, my balls swollen, blue, sore. When at last I view your body, naked, perfect, and all mine, all of my problems and dramas flee from my mind.

Your skin is soft to the touch, your breasts firm within my clutch. Your pussy, dripping wet with natural juice, is more than enough to seduce me all the more. Your muscles grip my cock like a closed fist, inviting me in for far more than I could ever resist. My cock has been ignored for so long, it had been neglected, but your price tag meant I wasn’t to be rejected.

I fucked you like it would be my last time, enveloping you, making you mine. I have no idea where the stamina came from, maybe the little blue pill, but I gave you everything I had until I almost felt ill. You straddled me like a wild stallion, a bucking horse, drawing my voice until my throat went coarse feeling your perfect vagina which is a perfect fit.

But that little blue pill let me go on for so much longer, the whole time my cock just got stronger and stronger. You begged for me to come and cease, but I was a long way from my final release. I could watch your tits bounce all night long, every curve continued to make me strong. You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever shared within my bed, your moans of pleasure confuse my choice of who I wed questioning my perfect match.

At last, your tight little pussy draws me towards an end, drawing me closer than my bestest friend. You milk my cock like a cow’s udders, pulling me closer to a body lost within a shudder. I cry out and moan, noises of which I’m not alone. We cascade together, listless out at sea, coming for what feels like forever.

When morning comes, you are long gone, I am left to soak within your swan song. I don’t give a fuck about the issues this transaction will bring on my marriage, it will just bring about a conversation of which you gave me courage.

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Celebrity Sex On Langkawi Island!

I could see that Erik had never experienced a blow job like the one I give before as his facial expressions were almost comedic.  A mix between pleasure and pain I guess and him trying to not come to soon but every muscle in his body trying to prevent the inevitable.  Within three minutes and which his cock down my throat and his balls in my mouth he started to cum.  Ejaculating deep in my throat I could feel the hot bursts of semen shooting deep inside me – in my mind I visualized that white spunk sliding down into my stomach which made me horny as hell.  When he had finished cumming I withdrew his penis from my mouth and he collapsed back onto the chair, not know whether to laugh or cry, to talk or be silent.

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About Last Night!

Eating Ass

Friday night at the bar was busier than I expected that close to midnight. And as my friend mockingly pointed out, there were so many ladies in their forties even I’d be able to get laid. Not that I was out for that, believe it or not.

But Angela certainly was. I was barely a quarter way into my pint of beer when she first sidled up to the bar, making space for herself between my friend and I. The small talk came quick, the tequila shots even quicker.

Angela was a visitor from interstate, out drinking and staying with her friend, who was being her ‘wingman’ by keeping my friend occupied.

Within half an hour, the three of us were in a cab, my friend having gone home to his partner with a bunch of sex toys he had purchased from the Adult Lifestyle adult shop, and we soon arrived at the house Angela was staying at.

While she poured the two of us some wine, her friend excused herself for being too drunk and disappeared. Angela led me into the lounge room, and before my second sip of wine, her soft lips were pressed up against mine.

I’m pretty sure I’m not naive, but for some reason I really didn’t see that coming (well not at that time anyway). She didn’t kiss me like a typical one night stand does, something usually either free of tongue and passion or sloppy and messy. She kissed perfectly. Right amount of pressure, right amount of tongue, and oozing with passion.

Maybe a minute later, she shimmied closer and climbed onto my lap, her soft lips never leaving mine, her tongue probing. She tasted of agave and raspberry, an odd combination, but given the skills of her mouth, I really didn’t care.

She shifted her weight back, her curvy ass pressing hard on my knees. She pulled her parakeet-green blouse over her head, along with her bra, and tossed them aside. Somehow I had not noticed earlier, maybe with the flowing material of her top, that she was packing a fantastic, augmented rack in there.

For a moment, with these big tits staring me in the face, and how quickly she was moving ahead with everything, I had started to wonder if there was a hidden camera somewhere, and I was a surprise guest in an amatuer porno!

Angela grabbed the back of my head, forcing my very willing face onto one of her erect nipples. I assumed she’d spent good money on them, because while they were perky and full, they were still softer than I was expecting. Well, that, and also because she demanded feedback on what I thought of them.

I simply replied with affection and attention, licking, sucking and fondling those bad boys as much as I could. Briefly, the inner child in my mind contemplated giving them a ‘motorboat’, but thankfully I restrained from such a silly (yet entirely fun) act.

When she shifted forward and started grinding on my lap, I knew she could feel my eagerness pressing hard against her. She pulled my shirt over my head, and her lips moved from my mouth down to my neck, kissing and nibbling as she went, and continued to go until she found my nipple and latched on. Not usually my thing, but like I said, Angela was talented with her mouth.

Her hands then started undoing my jeans, made possible by sliding off my lap and wedging herself between my thighs. Her mouth continued down my body, along the curve of my hip, just as she let my cock out into the fresh air. Her soft petite hand snapped me up at the base just as her mouth engulfed the head. The skills of her mouth translated well to her new task, and I was left with no choice but to let my head roll back, let my eyes close, and feel each and every sensation.

Angela’s gift brought me very close to ending the night far sooner than I hoped. She never took a great deal more than my head in at any one time, but she made sure she was extra sloppy and she perfectly used her hand in unison. A well trained version of feeling like deep throating, without the bruised larynx.

She yanked my pants all the way off, and kept working my shaft with her lapping tongue. As she nudged my legs further apart and her mouth travelled south, once again the idea I was an unwilling participant in an amatuer porno crossed my mind. Analingus can be tricky enough to ask your long term partner to do, let alone have an almost complete stranger dive right into it.

That definitely isn’t a complaint. With her nose nuzzled beneath my sack, she rimmed me with her tongue like a pro, her hand keeping my cock well satisfied as she did. Given the work she was putting in, I think she was enjoying it almost as much as me. Just as I thought I was about to empty myself, she withdrew with one more loong lick along the front of my shaft.

When I felt her pull away from me, I looked down and saw her climbing butt-naked onto the lounge. I must have missed seeing her pulling her slacks off while I was lost in the blowjob. But I definitely didn’t miss her pasty rump as she slid onto the lounge, tucking her knees beneath as she offered herself, propped in the air.

Who was I to reject such an offer? She was well wet before my tongue pressed into the folds of her labia. Her night out partying strengthened the sweetness of her juices, and I was hooked. I lapped her up, with broad strokes starting at her clit and dragging my tongue firmly against her labia until I penetrated her with the tip. She moaned, and sunk herself closer to my face, seeking greater depths.

I obliged by raising my chin, where my tongue found her tight little booty hole, and driving two fingers into her pussy. I hooked my fingers towards her belly until I found her g-spot, and latched on.

‘Fuck yea, eat my ass,’ she gasped from ahead.

I didn’t need the push, but fuck it’s hot when a woman talks like that. Especially when it comes to anything anal. I don’t know if eating ass is so hot because of the long held taboo associated with that end of town, but either way, I’m down.

Angela started rocking her hips back and forth. She was clearly keen to rush things ahead, but I was having way too much fun. I felt her fingers push my thumb aside so she could work her own clit over. Fair call, I had my hands full elsewhere.

And judging by the noises she was now making, she was definitely doing a better job than I had been, and I was happy just to be concentrating on her holes. Relishing the taste of her sweet ass, feeling her pussy juice macerating my fingers.

Quickly after, and with even greater volume, she came with a howl, gyrating herself back against my hand and face, sinking her head into the cushion of the lounge to try to muffle herself.

‘I need you inside me now,’ she panted back at me.

Given her reluctance to move, I assumed she was after doggy-style. Again, no arguments from me. I raised myself onto my knees, using her secretions to lube my shaft up, before gently entering her.

She moved herself forward, ‘Hey, wrong hole!’

Her statement confused me, more so when I looked down to double check. I had definitely gone in her pussy.

‘Fuck my ass,’ she demanded.

Again, not something I typically come across (pun intended) in a one night stand.  I eased into her tight ass. She flinched for a moment, before relaxing herself, and the resistance of the muscle lessened. I let some spit drip from my mouth onto my cock for some extra lube, and continued to gently thrust inside her. I figured it was the best way to go until she let me know she wanted it harder.

Again she shifted her weight down onto her elbows and moved her hand onto her clit, furiously rubbing away. Finally, she sent the signal, pushing herself hard back against me, increasing the pace I was giving nearly tenfold.

I grabbed her by the hips and drove my cock deep and hard into her ass. Her breath heaved, curse words and blasphemes dribbled from her lips. I leaned forward and shifted my grip to her swinging tits.

‘Oh yeah, you like my tits?’

‘I fucking love your tits.’

Angela raised her body up somewhat, so I could better grope those bouncing beauties, and still occupied her clit with her other hand. She dipped her head back towards me, the silky sheen brushing against my chest. One of those sensations you forget how much you love when out of a comfortable relationship and it’s all just a race to the finish.

‘Harder, deeper’ she moaned.

I wasn’t quite sure how to get deeper, but gave it shot by shifting position once again, hooking one of my legs over her thigh, and using both hands on the opposing thigh. Given how sharply she fell back onto her elbows, I guessed that had done the trick.

‘Yeah yeah, like that, keep it going,’ she ordered.

I listened, maintaining the motion and speed, listening to her raising moans as she raced towards climax. Everything about this night had me so turned on, so horny, and listening to her building vocals, I found myself nearer and nearer to coming.

‘Don’t you dare come inside me,’ she managed between heavy breaths. ‘Tell me when you’re there.’

Thankfully her fresh orders put a bit of a dampener on my excitedness, and I was no longer spinning on the brink. On the other hand, she continued to spiral headlong into her orgasm, still leaning forward on her elbows, still furiously massaging her clit while I pounded her sweet ass.

‘Fuck yeah, I’m there, I’m there, I’m coming…’

Her words faded into a heavy moan, a long loss of breath, and finally, a deep guttural groan. It was the hottest combination of noises I’d ever heard, and was ready to follow behind her.

‘I’m gonna cum,’ I relented, pulling myself out of her ass and tugging my rock hard cock, ready to explode all over her back.

But Angela had other plans. She quickly twisted herself round, and in the low light seeing her tits wobble about spurred my surge along beautifully. She grabbed a hold of my shaft and took my length deep inside her throat, far deeper than her earlier attempt. Her mouth was a deliciously wet and soft change from her ass, and had me explosively shoot my load into the back of her throat.

She moaned again as she took the whole lot and swallowed it deep, gently fingering my balls to ensure she got each and every last drop. I struggled to keep my eyes from closing in exquisite pleasure and keep them transfixed on hers staring up at me, almost my whole cock held within her lusty lips, and those huge tits pressing against my knees.

Angela drained me like a succubus, before rolling her tongue up along the front of my body, making all my hair stand on end, until she brought her lips to mine. Again with that amazing kiss. My arms slipped around her, pulling her tight against me.

At length, she led me into the spare room where she dragged her suitcase off the bed. We crawled into bed, and she immediately turned her back to me and pulled my arm over her for a rather oddly forced spooning.

By morning, my legs felt like jelly, and my head a little worse for wear from the tequilas. Angela was already dressed in a daggy, stay-at-home tracksuit and despite the still early hour of the day, quickly got me up and towards the front door.

Right there, in broad daylight, and her friend being anywhere nearby in the house, she kissed me passionately. The kind of kiss you know will be the last time you enjoy, but wish you could get everyday. Her body pressed against mine, my cock reacted once again, pulsating and protruding against her. She sank to her knees and blew me, enough to make my legs wobble, but not enough to do much more than tease me.

When she returned her lips to mine, inching me towards the door, I noticed something that she was wearing that she definitely didn’t have on last night.

The diamond caught the sunlight, which is what drew my attention to the two rings on her left ring finger. Angela caught me spotting them, and gave me an odd look as I walked out. I’m still not sure if it was a look of apology or guilt, but I thought long and hard about it on my walk home.

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I pledge allegiance to the SEX of the United States Of America

USA Sex Stories

Most people think that the best thing about university is a nice piece of paper that tells you that you are a grown up or the campus coffee. BULLSHIT! The best bit about University is two things.

1. All the hot and horny girls that want to explore and

2. the possibility of going and studying abroad. See, I thought that I was young and about to tackle all the pussy that university had to offer me.

Realistically… I was still a virgin who had watched Van Wilder far too much. I was 19 at the time and still dependent on my mum and dad. I didn’t have much experience with girls, in fact I had only kissed 1 girl in year 10 and even when I kissed her I embarrassed myself by pre-cumming. I was a certified woman repellent.


A year into University, I thought I’d step out of my comfort zone for 6 months and apply to study abroad. I choose Michigan State University because I would always watch highlights of their Football games on Instagram. 3 Months after applying, I was on a plane heading to Michigan. Lucky enough, my parents had saved up for me and I put most of my wage that I earnt from Mcdonalds into a savings account so I wouldn’t have to work over there. The university had sorted me out a dorm and I had a roommate. The whole flight for some reason I thought it was like sharing a cell in prison. I was hoping whoever I got didn’t make me their little bitch. Well… Lucky was not like that at all. His actually name was the Sam but the minute I walked into my dorm, he introduced himself as “Hey man, I’m Lucky! Welcome to Michigan”. I had to pinch myself to ensure that I wasn’t crushing on him. Lucky was tall, tanned, fit and had a smile that you could tell just had panties dropping on the regular. I knew straight away that this next 6 months is going to be one hell of a party.


I was right. Over the next 6 months I had slept with more girls that I could ever dream of. It was like Lucky had lifted a spell off me and turned me into a confident stud. He brought out all these good traits in me, I started to be way more funny and bubbly, I always held my head high instead of bowing it like I normally would, instead of being shy around girls, I flourished. In fact, If I didn’t have a girl around me, I would get extremely horny and go out to the library to accidentally bump into a girl whilst I was holding a copy of A Brief History Of Time by Stephen Hawking.


The first few weeks in my dorm, Lucky noticed that I would be really shy every time a girl would come in or when we were out at dorm parties. He pulled me aside and asked me if I had ever been with a girl before, I told him truthfully not. He was so cool about it.

He said “Man, I am going to get you fucking laid” and just like that he imparted all of his wisdom on me.

He used simple economics to make me understand women. See, chasing women is all about the Supply & Demand principle. The more attention you supply them, the less they will have demand for you. The less you supply them and focus on yourself, having fun when you’re out, the more they will be attracted to you (Demand). He also told me that confidence starts in your head and is then oooozed out through the way you talk, your posture and how you treat people.

It was these simple principles that helped me get laid for the first time. It was about 2 weeks after Lucky taught me all his game. This girl had been eyeing me out at a dorm party we were at. I was making everyone around me laugh, just having a good time. She entered the conversation but I played it cool, was polite but gave her little attention. She ended up pulling me into a bathroom and lets just say that was the best 3 minutes of thrusting ever. Hey! Michael Jordan didn’t have 40 point game on his NBA debut. She laughed and giggled. Turns out she loved my Australian accent, and so did her friend.

I know that because about 2 months after I lost my virginity to her, I ended up having an orgy with her, her friend and Lucky in our dorm.  It was almost like my first days working at an adult lifestyle center and actually living the erotic tales I had heard there.


 If you are reading this, do not hesitate to say yes to going and studying abroad, party, have fun and you just might get Lucky in a whole lot of different ways.

God Bless the United States of America.

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Hail Ceasar!

Hail Caesar

The downstairs of my home used to house an amazing home entertainment system. It was so damn good I even had to get the walls soundproofed. It was where the wife and I spent most of our spare time together. Back before we grew apart. All for the better. No happy marriage ends in divorce.

Now however, freed from her vanilla ways, the downstairs is an all new area of home entertainment. And those soundproof walls are a lot handier now.

Because now it’s a dungeon.

My most recent edition to the room has easily become my favourite piece. The Caesar 4.0 Love Machine. Though while I love it, almost as much as Laura does, it does seem like an odd term for this brutal machine.

We decided to do something a bit different with it last time. Well, besides amping it up more than we had before, we also live streamed it off Chaturbate, an experience that paid for the machine and then some, though we really only did it for exhibitionism.

For those that don’t know what the Caesar looks like, it’s essentially a solid black stand, with a heavy duty base (that I’ve bolted to the floor) and an adjustable arm on the top. From this arm are a few appendages, namely the thruster that can go up to 260 strokes a minute! Now you see why it’s bolted down. Less exciting, but important for that session, is a mount on top of the arm to fit a camera too, and another mount to hook up a wand to.

As we had done before, I tied Laura up to my converted gym stand. One of those ones that you can lay back on, with the seat that can be angled, and the heavy bar at the end to have the barbell on top of. Except I changed the ends of the legs, so the barbell stand is at the base, and drilled some holes into the feet of the other end, to which I attached some leather cuffs with adjustable lengths of straps.

Laura sat on the bench completely naked, the back of which was arched to sixty degrees, and her hands bound to the floor. Her thighs were almost against the barbell arms, and her ankles were braced at the top.

The Caesar was set with the double thrusting accessories, the eight inch dong on top, and the almost as big, self lubricating anal penetrator. For the wand, we always use a Doxy Massager.

With all the toys just an inch inside each opening we were ready to start streaming,  though the wand was raised to not touch her yet. Laura was well lubed up and aching for me to turn the machine on, but withholding that from her was half the fun.

Chaturbate is streaming service where ‘cam-girls’ (or men or couples) create a live video chat room, where their followers watch live and send through ‘tips’ for various rewards. It’s real money and for a lot of them out there, their main source of income. For us though, we just wanted others to watch Laura taking the Caesar, and let them be in control of just what she gets. I can sometimes give in too soon when she really begs for me to amp it up higher.

We had decided on rewards for certain tips, and since this machine didn’t respond electronically the way most of the cam-girls toys do, I would monitor the live feed and adjust the control box and wand as required.

As viewers started logging into our chat room, the buzz was quick to ignite. At first the people simply commented on how hot Laura looked strapped in there, the look of desperation on her face as she yearned for the machine to start. Once Laura remembered that of course the audio was also streaming, she began to plead with her crowd, as she always did to me.

I watched the screen of my laptop as the numbers in the room began to grow.

7, 20, 30, 60, 75…

Yet still there were only comments coming in. No tips. Laura was growing more and more frustrated. The camera was set to capture everything just right. With her legs up and spread open, the tip of each toy could be seen sunk inside her. Her full breasts had the perfect amount of light on them, the right contrast of shadow beneath them. Her nipples stood erect, from anticipation and no doubt, the slight chill still resting in the air.


Finally, the first tip came in. I read it and smiled, knowing how much it was going to annoy Laura.

I reached across to the control wheel, which was sitting atop the small fold out card table, next to the laptop. I eased the dial around, and watched the timer application I had running on the computer.

The two toys, both attached to the one thrusting rod, gently eased into motion. Laura gasped, more in relief than in pleasure, as the toys inched in and out of her, but never going more than fifty strokes a minute. Not that it went for that long. After ten seconds, I turned the dial back, and the machine stopped.

‘No no no no no!’ Laura cried out. Her back arched as she tried to push herself against the dildos. But I’m not an amatuer. I set the machine and bench up just right. With her legs hoisted up the barbell arms, that inch was all she had to work with.

‘More more more!’ She added, her voice louder and louder. ‘Please!’


Apparently her pleas had worked. I adjusted the speed dial as requested, knowing that in another fifteen seconds she was going to be greatly let down again.

This time though, she moaned louder than she had pleaded. A deep, guttural moan that came from deep beneath her heaving breasts.

Ting ting ting ting ting ting!!!

The bell on the computer went off, like, a lot. It was quickly a struggle for me to keep track of all the durations and speed requests coming in.

Laura was in heaven. I think after that first, very brief go, she realised she couldn’t rely on knowing how long each ‘ting’ was going to last, or how powerful it was going to be, so she savoured every thrust that came her way.

I felt myself harden as I watched the tan dildo part her labia and disappear inside her pussy while the black, gently curved anal dong opened up her ass.

The machine was now out halfway, 130 strokes a minute, or a little over two strokes per second. Laura’s body pulled against her restraints, a natural reaction to try to ease against the pounding.

She was so lost in the moment she didn’t even notice me step up to the machine to adjust the Doxy wand, until she felt its lowest setting rumble against her clit.

‘Oh fuck!’ She cried out again through gritted teeth. She managed to open her eyes long enough to see me move back to the computer, before closing them again and straining against the intense sensations she was experiencing.

It wasn’t until I saw some of the comments that I realised how much noise was coming from between her thighs. The whir of the machine had overpowered it but when brought to my attention, I could barely hear anything else except for the gushing and thrashing of the flesh and juices against the machine.

It may not have been required, but the next time I returned to her side to up the power of the wand, I dribbled more lube onto Laura’s clit, and watched it trickle down between her thighs. It made its way down to her anus, not that it needed a top up with the self lubricating plug pounding away in her ass.

Returning to the screen, I found there was a whole heap of new tips that had come in. I put a pause on any new ones while I tried to tally up everything that had come in. Laura was in for even more of a wild ride.

The fucking machine was now up to 75%, as was the wand. The speed of the two dongs repeatedly entering her kept her fully gaped. Through gritted teeth, Laura managed to unload a plethora of blasphemes and curse words as she struggled to find her breath in between.

It wasn’t long into this setting when she came for the first time, her words fading into cries of pleasure and obscure high pitched noises. But this seemed to be a tipping point, as she fell into constant waves of orgasm, each time she sounded almost like she needed a break after cresting a wave, before happily rising up over the next.

I watched as her legs tried in vain to pull against the restraints, her shoulders too rising, anyway she could try to spread the sensations throughout her body.

As I was just about to stand and make the final adjustments to the toys, a small bell sound let me know another tip had come in. The only one I hadn’t removed, as it didn’t involve Laura. Well, not completely. And this wasn’t going to be a struggle at all, my erection already made it tricky to slip my pants off.

I moved over to Laura. Her eyes were shut fast, her whole body pulsed as the machine gushed in and out of her. I turned the Doxy up to the max first.

Right choice. Her eyes flew wide open and the sound from her mouth was more something akin to a noise heard from a maternity room. Deep, guttural, primal. As much as the restraints allowed, she writhed her hips and before I could turn up the Caesar machine, she squirted long and hard, her juices splashing against my hard cock and naked legs.

Even more excited after that, I cranked up the machine to full bore, and made my way around until I was standing behind Laura’s shoulder.

The toys worked Laura almost as before, as she continuously climaxed, one after the other, but this time, each orgasm saw her spray herself more and more. I even saw some land on the camera, but figured the viewers would love the idea of that dripping down their screens so I left it.

I used her juices as lube when I started wanking myself beside her face. Watching the double penetrating machine throttle her back and forth, her tits wobbling up and down with the motion, was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

Sometimes I’d see her eyes open, but they were cross-eyed, and didn’t seem to even acknowledge that I was there, chucking my meat inches from her face.

No, Laura was in a whole other dimension. And loving every minute of it. With her eyes crossed and turning red from lack of breathing, she reminded me of Carter Cruise and her infamous coming face. Except it was more like a compilation video with how often Laura rolled into it.

Listening to her continual moans and watching her bouncing tits, I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to finish myself off. My pace quickened, my own groans started gaining volume too.

‘You better put that load on my face,’ Laura managed to say with a husky voice between moans. She was trying to keep her eyes peeled on me, watching my hand chugging away, her own juices flicking from my cock onto her face already.

Laura came again, one of the deepest and longest I’d ever heard her have, well topping all the previous ones, at least from tonight. She wailed as she did, this time her voice higher pitched, like a songbird, and though I couldn’t imagine she had much left in here, she gushed a long constant stream, unable to hold it back at all.

This threw me over the edge and I felt it all gather in my pelvis and surge forward, before shooting its way from my thick slippery tip and exploding over Laura’s face. I moaned and cursed as always, let her know I was there, and she opened her mouth to receive my hot load.

It splattered across her sweaty face, some caught in her mouth which she rolled around her tongue before being hit by the second barrel. My legs quivered as I squeezed the last out, letting it trickle onto her smiling face. I wanted to collapse in a heap, but there was still a machine tearing Laura in half (in a good way).

I cranked the machine down to half speed before easing the Doxy wand back until it was fully off. Laura’s moans and movements also eased back, still enjoying it all. Not even ten minutes ago, this setting of the fuck machine was curling her toes, now it was like a warm oil massage to her.

I wound the Caesar all the way back until finally it came to a stop. I watched Laura’s body quiver and shake as I started unbuckling her from the seat.

‘Enjoy that?’ I asked.

‘I don’t even have the words to describe how I’m feeling right now.’ She was smiling, glowing, yet completely exhausted.

‘Anything I can get for you? Water, towel, blanket?’

‘Just the computer.’

I handed her the laptop and she went about starting to reply to some of the comments that were still coming in, smiling and waving at the camera. While she thanked our audience, I logged into our session on my mobile and saw how many subscribers we’d now gotten, and just how much money we’d made (not the point, sure, but a great bonus). I started thinking about how we could top it next time, and how me might be able to hook the two toys up to an app that could look after following the tips, without me manually changing it. I do have a friend that’s pretty handy with that sort of thing, and with this sort of money, we’d even be able to pay him.

Seeing Laura beaming her smile at the camera, the sheen and glow of her naked skin, the heave of her breasts as she still caught her breath, I knew we were going to have to do this again, and definitely sooner rather than later.

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