2 comments/ 60594 views/ 10 favorites Sexting By: HisLittleSlut Me: Runs my hands across your chest leaning forward and kissing you Jeff: kissing you back pulling your face tight to mine Me: Kissing you deeper and moaning softly against your lips Jeff: Running my fingers through your hair as we kissed Me: Smiling and breaking the kiss just looking at you as I play with ur fingers. Moves so I'm next to you and lays beside you resting my head on your chest and continues playing with ur fingers. Jeff: Wrapping my arms around you Me: Tilts my head and kisses you snuggling close Jeff: Kissing you back meshing my tongue with yours and slowly lifting your shirt Me: Moaning softly and biting my lip your touch warm and comforting Jeff: Running my fingers across your bare nipples Me: mmm my nipples getting perky and my breathing getting husky with lust hehe Jeff: Rubbing your perky nipples, the bulge in my boxers slowly growing Me: Reaching down and running my hand across your growing bulge, my fingers teasing it as I nibble at your neck Jeff: Pinching your nipples and gently twisting them back and forth Me: Moaning and arching my body, brushing your bulge with my fingers faster. I want you so bad babe Jeff: Hehe Moving on top of you. Kissing you deeply then kissing down your neck to your chest. Running my tongue in a circle around your nipples Me: mmmm Kissing you back and moaning as you kiss me, my arms running down your back and digging nails softly into your skin Jeff: Sucking on your perky nipples, sliding my hand under your shorts to feel how wet your pussy is Me: mmmm Moaning and moving so my pussy rubs against your hand, soaking my panties. Jeff: I'll get you dripping... Me: mmm fuck I'm pretty wet right now. I keep shifting because all I wanna do is go somewhere and fingerfuck myself for you hehe Jeff: Rubbing your wet clit faster and faster as I bite down on your nipples Me: mmmm fuck babe I need you. Moaning and biting my lip, my nails digging into your your skin. Am I your little slut today? Jeff: Only if you moan like one. Sliding two fingers into your tight wet pussy moving them in and out as I slide your shorts off. Me: Whimpering softly as your fingers slide in and out of my tight wet pussy. mmmm I'd moan for you any day babe. Jeff: Fingerfucking you faster and harder Me: mmmm fuck babe...whimpers and moans begging a little. Fuck me babe...fuck my tight wet pussy. Whimpers and pinches my nipples roughly. Jeff: Moving down your body and spreading your legs, kissing your inner thighs Me: mmmmm Jeff: Licking your clit as I slide a third finger inside you Me: Whimpers and arches in pleasure, my legs bending at the knee to give you better access. My pussy dripping juices, my clit engorged and pulsing against your tongue Jeff: Pushing my lips tight to you and sucking on your clit, curling my fingers inside you rubbing your g spot. Me: mmmm Jeff I love you. Mini screams escape my lips. I'm going to cum I whisper between breaths Jeff: Pulling my fingers out and sliding my tongue deep inside you Me: ahhhhmmmmm cumming, my pussy juices filling your mouth Jeff: hehe Me: Pulling you up and kissing you deeply, tasting myself on your lips and sighing happy, moving my hands down and cupping your ass. Jeff: mmm you want more? My little slut Me: Giggles and lightly spanks you. I always want more from my master hehe Jeff: Rubbing the tip of my cock up and down your slit Me: mmmm I love it and hate it when you tease me. Squeezes your ass and pulls you up to whisper in your ear. I like being your little slut. lightly biting your earlobe Jeff: Pushing the tip of my cock inside you and biting your neck Me: Whimpers and moans tilting my head and biting my lip. Mmmm your little slut likes it when her master's hard cock is inside her. Jeff: Pulling out and rubbing my shaft along your clit Me: Whimpers and smirks. mmm your making me wanna do naughty things to that hard cock of yours master! Jeff: Oh and what are they? Me: I want it in my mouth...would master like his little slut to suck his hard cock? Jeff: Id love that Me: Sliding out from underneath you and getting on my knees, your hard cock standing up. Mmmm your little slut loves her master's cock. Placing it between my lips sucking slowly at first. Jeff: mmmmm Me: Sucking it deeper, your cock invading my throat Jeff: mmm thrusting my hips back and forth, my hands on the back of your head as I fuck your mouth Me: Moaning and taking your cock like the dirty little slut I am for you and only you. Gagging slightly as I deep throat you Jeff: Thrusting my cock deep into throat again and again Me: Gagging slightly and moaning with each thrust, reaching down and rubbing my clit fast and hard as you fuck my mouth Jeff: Pulling my cock out of your mouth. Squeezing your tits together and thrusting my cock between them Me: mmm master wants to play! Bends down and licks the tip every time it appears at the top. Your little slut loves when you titty fuck her master. Pinches my nipples rough and moans in pleasure Jeff: Thrusting my hard cock in and out between your amazing tits, grunting as you moan for me Me: mmm your slut loves when you grunt master. Moaning and pinching my nipples as rough as possible. Jeff: Ride your master's hard cock. I want to feel your juices running down my cock Me: mmm your little slut is happy to oblige. Gets off my knees and straddles you, sliding my pussy over your hard cock and thrusting forward, mmmm your cock feels so good in my tight wet pussy Jeff: My hands roughly squeezing your tits as you bounce up and down on my hard cock like my little slut Me: Moaning and semi screaming as your cock penetrates my pussy. Bouncing up and down leaning forward and gripping your chest Jeff: mmm babe I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing down on my hard cock so bad Me: Mmm and I wanna feel your hard cock deep in my pussy. Biting your neck with each thrust Jeff: Fucking your tiny pussy harder trying to make you scream with pleasure Me: mmm Master I'm pretty sure your little slut is screaming by now hehe. Screams and bounces harder my body convulsing as juices pour from my drenched pussy Jeff: Reaching down to rub your pulsing clit as my cock slams inside you Me: mmmm master fuck your tight little slut...she loves being abused by master's cock Jeff: Moving so I can fuck you doggy. My hard cock slamming deep inside you, pulling your hair as I fuck my slut Me: Gripping the bed and pushing my face into the sheets as you fuck me rough and hard. Mmmm your little slut loves her master fucking her like this. Jeff: Fucking my slut harder and rubbing her clit Me: Will master cum in my tight pussy? His little slut would love to be filled with his massive cock and its cum Jeff: leaning over you to bite your neck. My hard cock pounding your pussy. You want to feel my hot load shooting deep in your pussy? My hard cock pushing it deep inside you? Me: Mmmm yes master ...please? Your little slut would love to feel all that. playfully spanks my own ass and smirks. Fuck me til you cum in my tight little pussy. Jeff: Fucking your tight pussy faster, my hands on your hips grunting with each thrust Me: mmmm yes master Jeff: My hard cock pulsing inside you as I blow my huge load deep into your pussy Me: mmmm master that feels soo fucking good! moaning and shaking as your cum fills my pussy Jeff: mmm babe Me: hehe did I mention I love you? Jeff: I love you too Sexting This exchange of messages between husband (in italics) and wife was found on an unlocked cell phone left on an airplane. Someone may have burned their thumbs creating this: W—Are you there? H—Yes. W—What are you doing? H—Sitting in SBUX. I should be working on the novel but I'm blocked. W—So tell me a dirty story. You never seem to block on those. :) Maybe it will get your juices going. H—You just want to get your juices going. W—:) H—I think you need to help me with the story. I will tell a part and then you tell the next part. W—Okay. You start. H—Okay. Let me think for a minute. W—Are you still there? H—Yes it just takes a minute to shift from a murder mystery to fucking. W—Hmmm. You usually seem to get in the mood for fucking pretty quickly. H—Remember when we took a long weekend at the beach a couple of years ago? W—Mmmm. That was a very sexy weekend. :) H—I was thinking about when we were sitting on the café porch watching people walk by. W—I remember. It seemed like almost everyone was wearing next to nothing and grouping a partner (or two). H—We didn't realize they were having a perverts' convention that weekend. W—LOL. They didn't call it a perverts' convention. H—OK, it was some other name. I think they called it the Predators Ball. W—Your name was better. They should have called it the Perverts Ball. H—Hard to market. You can't put that on a poster in Boston. W—That's why the government made the Internet. For pervert marketing. H—I knew there was something the government had done that I approved of. H—Pervert is such a harsh word though. W—You are just saying that because you enjoyed yourself so much while you were sitting there watching all the barely clad perverts stroll by. H—:) H—I remember that you went to the ladies and left me sitting at the table for what seemed like a long time, but you made it okay when you came out and you were rubbing your soft tits against the back of my head. Lost the bra in the loo. How did that happen? W—I lost more than the bra. Lost my panties too. H—Your tits felt so good when you rubbed them against the back of my head. I had to reach down and adjust my shorts to make room for my cock. W—I noticed, and I assume you realized what I was doing felt really good on my tits too. I was already horny from what had gone on in the ladies', so my nipples were rock hard and it felt awesome as I dragged them across your head. H—But no panties? So you were nearly naked when we were in the porn shops after lunch? W—Yup. That was hot. :) H—So what did you do in the ladies . . . besides loosing your underwear? W—I thought you were going to go first? H—I'm not inspired yet and it sounds like you have a story to tell. H—So what went on in the ladies room? What nasty thing did you do that you want to tell me about now? Or was it something you don't want me to know about? W—Oh no. It's fine for you to know about. I was a voyeur. :) H—Really? How nasty. What/who did you watch? W—I was sitting in a stall and I heard two girls come in. They were jabbering and I wasn't paying much attention until all of a sudden their talking stopped, but I hadn't heard them open a stall door, so I was curious and started looking through the crack between the door to my stall and the partition for the next stall. H—What did you see? W—They were kissing. One girl was sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around the other's ass while they kissed. Then the one on the counter leaned back against the mirror and began playing with the other girl's tits. After a moment the girl that was standing pulled her t-shirt off and the other girl did the same so they were both half naked and playing with each other's tits. I couldn't see exactly what they were doing, but they were moaning and crying so I figured that it was more than just a little titty mash. H—Did that make you horny? W—Duh! H—LOL. Why am I not surprised? H—Is that when you took your bra and panties off? W—Hang on. The story gets better. Pretty soon I heard one of them say to the other, "I want to eat your pussy." The other one said, "Here?" Her friend responded, "Fuck yes, right now. I'm so fucking hot." Then they untangled themselves long enough to strip off their shorts and the blonde one hopped back up on the counter. She spread her legs wide, leaned back against the mirror, and began to play with her very wet pussy while her friend watched. Then her friend stepped between the blonde's legs and bent over to eat her pussy. H—You could see all of this? W—I could see a lot of it. Enough so it was making me really horny. H—No shit? W—No shit! H—What did you do about it? W—That's when I lost my bra and panties. I tucked them behind the toilet. H—So let me get this straight: You were sitting in the stall naked watching the two lesbians go at it? W—No! What do you think I am, a pervert? I still had my t-shirt and my dress on. W--Of course the dress was hiked up around my waist and I had pulled the t-shirt up over my tits. H—Whew. I am glad you clarified that point. For a while there I was afraid I had married a pervert. W—Takes one to know one. W—I guess I should tell you that I was also finger fucking myself and pulling on my tits with the other hand. It was so fucking sexy watching the two girls and playing with myself. H—I think we are getting back towards pervert territory again here. W—Hmmm. Would you settle for masturbator? : ) H—Is that a word? Shall we ask Mr. Microsoft's dictionary? W—You're a masturbator. I've seen you. H—That is beside the point. Anyhow, we are getting off the subject. What did the two lesbians do next? W—I don't know if they were lesbians. Maybe they were just college girls that were experimenting. H--We have to get past the semantics. I want the juicy details. Did they cum? W—Oh yes. They came a couple of times each. W—And so did I. H—Really? You nasty girl. W—Yes. It was so nasty watching them. I just couldn't stop myself. It felt so good. H—How many times did you cum? W—Just once. I was being conservative. H—You have a strange definition of conservative. I'm not sure your mother's bridge group would agree with it. H—So after you came, how did you get out of there? W—I had to wait until they finished and left. I couldn't exactly get myself off, pull my dress and t-shirt down where they belonged, open the door and say, "Have a nice day." My mother raised me better than that. H—Really? As I recall you gave me a great blowjob on our first date. Did your mother teach you how to suck cock like that? W—Of course not, silly. I learned to suck cock in high school, just like everybody else. What do you think high school is for? Anyone who finishes high school without learning how to fuck, eat pussy, and suck cock missed the whole point of their four years in school. My mother had nothing to do with it. H—OK. I believe your mother didn't teach you how to suck cock. That would be a pretty extreme mother-daughter sex talk. H—But we are digressing again. Back to how you got out of the loo. W—Somehow we always digress when we talk about sex. H—Usually we digress into fucking. W—True, but we can't do that via the Internet. We could digress into masturbating. H—Not while I am sitting in Starbucks. :( H—How did you get out of the loo? W—OK, like I said, I had to wait for the two girls to finish fucking. First they had to eat each other sitting on the counter and then they were rolling on the floor doing something I couldn't quite see, but it must have been good based on the noises they were making. I thought they were never going to finish. H—I bet you weren't complaining. W—LOL. Not really. :) W—But after awhile I began to get worried about you. I didn't want you wandering off with some of the people we had been watching walk up the street. There was definitely sex in the air. Remember the two guys wearing jock straps and holding hands? H--No worries lass. They weren't my style. W--How do you know? Have you ever tried it? H—You are digressing from your story again. How did you get out? W—Eventually we heard someone coming down the stairs so the girls grabbed their clothes and dived into a stall (or stalls, I couldn't see everything). Then I pulled my t-shirt and my dress down to where my mother would have approved of them, stepped out of the stall, and walked up the stairs past the two middle aged ladies who were coming down. H—So did the two lesbians, I mean masturbators, see you walk out of the stall? W—I don't know. Probably. I was so horny at that point that I really didn't care. And on the semantics, believe me they were way beyond masturbators by that time. H—Fuck. That is quite a story. No wonder you were so horny when you finally got back to the table. W—Did it make you horny? H—Lets just say, it would not be socially correct for me to get up and walk out of this SBUX right now. W—Oooh, did I make your dick hard? H—Fuck yes. It's like a tent pole in my trousers. W—Ooh, I like that. Reading a dirty message exchange and getting a hard-on in a SBUX. That's nasty. Your mother wouldn't approve of your conduct. H—Nor your conduct, I might add. H—But how about you? Are you horny, and where are you by the way? W—I am waiting in the dentist's office, and really, do you think I could tell you a story like that without getting horny? My panties are soaked. H—At least you have some on. W—Hey, not nice. I always wear panties. W—Well, almost always, except when I want to seduce you or when I want to make myself really hot before you get home or some other times, just cause. But I have at least another half hour to wait here, so lets hear a story from you. H—OK. But first you have to take your bra and panties off. W—In the dentist's waiting room. No way! H—Just tell the receptionist that you need to use the ladies' room and take them off there. W—Hmmm! Not a bad plan, but I have to leave my bra on. H—Why? You look so hot without a bra on. W—You know how my tits bounce when I walk around without a bra. I can't do that in the dentist's office. And our dentist is such a dirty old man. He would notice for sure. H—Hmmm. I heard he is gay. He probably wouldn't notice at all. W--You are just making that up. Besides I am just here for a cleaning and the hygienist really looks like one of the two girls in the washroom in the story I just told you. I guarantee you, she would notice. H—Really? How likely is that? The same girl you spied on works for our dentist. W—You're right it does seem unlikely, but really she looks just like the one who wanted to eat her friend's pussy. H—Well, if it is her, she won't care if you don't have any underwear on. She already knows you are a pervert because she knows that you watched her and her friend get it on. W—LOL. I guess that's true. W—You know what, I am so horny I'll do it. This may be a new low in nastiness—getting your teeth cleaned with no underwear on. You better have a good story—Back in 5. —Ten minute break in the message string— W—I'm back. H—It was a bit more than five minutes. W—Don't be cranky. I got distracted. H—Hmmmm. Why am I not surprised? What distracted you? W—This. [attachment] H—Hey! That's a picture of your tits! W—You like? :) H—Oh yeah. :) I wish I were there to suck on them. W—Later, after I get my teeth cleaned, and you finish your chapter. H—Chapter? W—Your novel. Remember? H—Oh yeah. The novel. I just got distracted by the picture of your tits. H—What did you do with your bra and panties? W—Oh yeah! It feels so nasty sitting here in the dentist's office with no bra or panties. All I have on besides my sandals is a short skirt and a tank top. Fuck I'm horny! :) W—Oh, I put the bra and panties in my big purse. H—Your nipples look as hard as rocks. W—That happens when I get horny, which, by the way, is totally your fault. H—Um. I wish I were there to suck on them. I would run my tongue around each tit until I got to the nipple. Then I would flick it with the end of my tongue and then pull it into my mouth and suck on it. W—If you did that to me then I would have to respond by sucking your cock. I would get on top of you so that my tits were dragging across your chest while I licked your dick, starting at your balls and working up to the tip. Then I would swirl my tongue around the tip and then drop back down to your balls and do it all over again. All the time I would be rubbing my tits on your chest. H—Lets see, that would put you in a position with your legs spread on either side of my head and your pussy right over my face. You know that when I find myself in that position I just have to eat your pussy. It tastes so good. W—There's just a couple of problems. You aren't here, and if you were, we can't just strip off our clothes and dive into a 69 position in the dentist's waiting room. :( H—Good point. Let's focus. I think I was supposed to tell you a story. W—Right. Lets hear it. H—Okay. Just remember that this is total fiction, so keep your green streak under control. W—Got it. Fiction. H—Remember when I went to London a couple of years ago to visit our company's insurance underwriters. W—Yes. That would be before you quit that good paying job to become an author. When are we going to see the great American novel by the way? H—Focus girl, focus. This string is about sex. W—OK. I like you better since you quit that job anyway. It used to depress you, and then you didn't want to fuck me as often. Back to London. Very boring trip you said. I remember you said that when you got back. H—Maybe not quite as boring as I led you to believe. Our agent in the London insurance market asked me to join him and his wife for dinner at their country home. I turned out to be quite an evening. W—Oh really. Do tell, do tell. W—So what did this guy's wife look like? H—The only word I can use is "fox". She was in her early thirties. I would guess, about 5 foot 2 or 3. Short, thick, dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and a body to die for—cute little round ass, narrow waist and nice, but not oversize tits. A little smaller than yours. W--And what did this "fox" have on? H—When I got there she was wearing very conservative light blue knit dress that covered her from her neck to her feet. W—So how do you know so much about what her body looks like? H—Because the dress fit her like she had been poured into it and it was a very fine knit so, it was pretty clear that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. It really left nothing to the imagination. I really liked the way it defined the crack between the globes of her cute little round ass. W—That doesn't sound so conservative to me. Now you're the one having troubles with the definition of conservative. H—OK, poor choice of words on my part. W—So, how was dinner? H—The cocktails on the back porch were tasty and Mrs. insurance agent was flirty. She liked to touch when she talked. Dinner including two bottles of wine was tasty and Mrs. insurance agent was playing footsy with me. Neither she or her husband had their hands on the table except for the bare minimum required to eat, and I concluded that they were fondling each other through their clothes. W—Maybe they were just being polite and keeping their hands off the table. They were English after all. H—I don't think so. She kept rubbing her tits on his arm and when she served various courses she managed to rub those same delicious looking tits against my shoulder. W—Shocking! Did you jump up and demand to be driven back to London to escape this den of iniquity? H—I thought about that option of course, but I discarded it in favor of hanging around to see just how iniquitous this den would get. W—Why am I not surprised? H—Because you know what a horny bastard I am and that is why you married me. W—True, true. W—You were always so much more fun than the other boys my mother thought I should date. W—What happened next? H—After dinner Felicity proposed that we adjourn to the "Retreat." W—Wait a minute. You have got to be shitting me. Her name was Felicity? H—Yup. That's a fact. But I was actually much more impressed with her cute little ass and her pomegranate sized tits than I was with her name. W—Duh! H—OK, so what was the "Retreat" like? H—First we went down some stairs into a basement room. It wasn't a big room. Like a medium size bedroom. W—Was there by chance a bed in it? H—No there wasn't. Just a couple of big plush couches. There was also a swing hung from a hook in the ceiling. The kind you use for fucking. And there was a sybian machine setting in the corner. W—What's that? H—I thought all sex obsessed women, which I consider you to be one of, knew what a sybian machine is. Imagine if you will something that looks like a saddle that you sit on with your knees at or near the floor on either side. Near the front of the saddle there is a place where you can attach a dildo that comes in various sizes and shapes. The internal mechanics of the machine will make the attachment of choice vibrate and/or rotate with degrees of intensity controlled by the user or, if she desires, someone else. There is also a raised set of nubs just in front of the attachment that vibrate against the user's clit, again with the intensity controlled by the user or someone she hands the control box too. The penis attachments have different thicknesses and different finishes. W—Wow. That sounds like quite the fucking machine. But you describe it so clinically. H—Believe me you are right. As I learned later in the evening, it is a machine that can reduce a woman to a shambles. I will get back to the sybian machine later and I will do my best not to be clinical in my description of how it fucked Mrs. Insurance Agent into a quivering mass of jelly. What was really striking about the room was the artwork. There were five large black and white prints on the four walls. W—How large? H—Much larger than life. It was like looking at the characters on a movie screen. W—Let me guess, this would have been an X-rated movie screen? H—That would be correct. W—People fucking? H—Somewhat more sucking than fucking, but some of each. W—Oooh. Neat! H—You would have loved it. You love oral sex. W—True, true. So tell me what they looked like. H—On the wall opposite the door—the wall you see when you walk into the room—there was a picture of a fully erect large black circumcised cock. The detail was fantastic. W—That's it? Just an erect black cock? H—No, not quite. There was also the face of a very beautiful blonde whose tongue was extended towards the cock and there was a string of saliva, pre-cum, cum (who knows) extending from the tip of her tongue to the tip of the cock. Everything else in the frame was blurred to the point of not being anything beyond a soft grey background. It was unbelievably erotic. Sexting W—Hot! W—What were the other pictures? H—On the wall to the right there was a large picture of a white girl's pussy with the labia engorged and the clitoris hard and extended. This time the black guy's face was in the picture with his tongue extended and just touching the girl's clit. Remember this is all in greater than life size black and white with exquisite focus. W—Fucking hot! H—I knew you would like it as soon as I saw it. W—Yeah right. I am sure you were thinking of me when you were looking at these porn pictures. H—Okay. I admit, all I was thinking of was how fucking horny those pictures were making me. W—Did you have a hard on? H—Not completely, but it was about half way. W—So what was on the other two walls? H—On the wall to the left, there was an oversize picture of a big white cock and a beautiful black girl whose tongue was connected to it by a string of saliva, pre-cum or cum or what have you. She had a very long nasty tongue. W—Just like the first one you described, but with the races reversed? H—Exactly. Her complexion was this creamy milk chocolate. Absolutely flawless. She had short cropped hair. It was stunning. W—I am more interested in the cock. H—Why am I not surprised at that? H--It was circumcised, thick and longish with a nice big head on it. Just what you like. W—You mean like yours? H—Yeah, pretty much. It wasn't as long as the black guy's cock. Plus mine isn't quite as big as a baseball bat, which is what the enlargement did to this one. W—Don't get all insecure on me dear. Your cock is plenty big enough. W—So what was on the wall along side the entry door? H—There was a picture on each side of that wall. They were almost floor to ceiling. In one the black guy is holding the white girl in his arms and she has her legs wrapped around his back, just above his butt. He has his arms around her ass and she has her arms around his neck. She is leaning back so you can see her lovely tits with their rock hard nipples. W—Are they fucking? H—You can't see it, but I certainly concluded they were. Why else would you carry a naked woman around in that position? W—good point. What was the other picture? H—Same pose with the white guy holding the black girl. W—So really, how hard was your dick? H—Not as hard as the models in the pictures, but it was headed that way. W—What happened next? H—Felicity came over and sat down next to me on the couch. W—Close? H—Very close. I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled against my chest so one of her tits was rubbing against it. Then she put her hand on my leg and began to rub my already erect cock. W—I don't think I like the way this story is trending. H—It's fiction girl, fiction. Do you think I'm going to tell you a sex story where the wife is fat and shy and serves us burnt Yorkshire pudding and roast beef cooked until it is gray? W—Fiction, right. So much better than reality when done right. What was her husband doing? H—Sitting on the other couch watching us with a big tent in his trousers. W—What did you do? H—I asked about the pictures. The husband responded that they were pictures of some of their friends. He asked if I found them erotic and I said that I did. He responded that he and Felicity did also. Felicity continued to rub my now fully erect cock and I could see that her husband was rubbing his cock through his trousers. W—Then what happened? H—Nothing for a while, but who was I to complain? Eventually Felicity pulled my zipper down and fished my erect cock out of my trousers while her husband did the same with his. W—Did she suck on it? H—Umm. Yes. W—Was she as good a cocksucker as I am? H—Almost W—Good answer. Did you cum? H—Not then. She sucked on my cock and licked my balls and then her husband said, Felicity, why don't you show our guest how you use the Sybian machine. I want to jack off while I watch you get off on the machine and I am sure our guest would enjoy it also. Felicity readily agreed and turned her back to me and asked me to release the zipper on the back of her dress. I was right. She was naked underneath the dress. And a moment later, so were her husband and I. W—Are you sure this isn't a true story? H—Life doesn't get that lucky my dear. W—I suppose not. Let's keep going. What happened next? All three of you are naked and the husband has asked this little minx he is married to go and screw herself on the fucking machine. H—Yes, but as you accused me earlier, your description is a bit clinical. W—Okay. Let me have the slippery details. Did you have pre-cum on your dick? Did the husband have it on his? Was Felicity's pussy wet? H—My whole dick was slippery from a combination of pre-cum and Felicity's cock sucking. The husband had a really hard looking boner with just a bit of slippery looking pre-cum on the tip and as to Felicity, I couldn't quite tell when she first dropped her clothes off, but she walked over and bent over to get a box of attachments out of a drawer and I got a great look at her fully shaved slippery wet pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with pussy juice. W—Were you masturbating? H--Duh! No, I was sucking my thumb. What a question. W—OK, OK. It was a dumb question. Was the husband masturbating? H—Yes. But not with any speed. He was just sliding his hand back and forth over the head of his dick and then wrapping his hand around his cock and sliding it up and down. W—Then what happened? H—Felicity screwed one of the attachments onto the sybian machine, but before she got on the machine she handed me the controller and showed me how to use it. H—Then she straddled the machine and slid the penis into her cunt and asked me to turn it on. We could hear a low hum from the machine. Felicity smiled with kind of a blank look in her eyes. She asked me to speed up the vibration so I turned it up a couple of notches. She closed her eyes and leaned forward so the nubs were rubbing her clit. She groaned and said, "Oh fuck, this is good." W—What were you doing? H—I was running the controls. W—With your dick, dummy? H—Oh that. I was stroking it with the hand that wasn't running the controller, but not to fast because I didn't want to cum too early. H—Then Felicity asked me to turn up power again so I gave both knobs a good twist. She let out a gasp and leaned back on the machine and began to cry and whine. Then she said, "Turn it down, I don't want to cum yet." W--Did you turn it down? H—Yes, but first I turned it up farther, pretending I was confused about how the controls worked. God did she shriek. But I really didn't want her to cum yet either. It was too much fun watching her while I stroked my cock. So I turned back to a low setting. H—Then she asked me to turn it up half way to where I had it before. She just wanted to cruise at that level. She was panting. W—What was hubby doing during this? H—Same as me, slowly stroking his cock. W—What did his cock look like? H—It was probably a little longer than mine, but not as thick. It was one of those curvy ones. W—Ooh. Really? I have always wanted to screw someone with a curvy dick. W—Fuck, this is making me horny. I wish you were here so I could fuck you. H—Would you just want to fuck or could I eat you first? W—God you ask hard questions. No, I'm so horny right now I would just want your big cock filling up my cunt. When I am this hot I need to have my cunt filled up with a big hard hot cock. W—But finish the story. I'm going to have to go have my teeth cleaned soon. What happened next? H—Felicity just kind of cruised at the level I had the controls set at. She was sitting straight up on the machine and massaging both of her tits. Then she would lean forward with her tits hanging down and swing back and forth while she got the clit vibrator working on her. She was so into it that I was wondering if she was even aware that Hubby and I were in the room. W—How long did this go on? H—About 10 minutes I think. I wasn't in any shape to keep accurate time. H—She kept getting more and more into it and after awhile she asked between pants. "Fuck, are you guys ready to cum on my tits?" Hubby responded, "Fuck yes, I thought you would never ask." Felicity responded in a high squeaky voice, "Then get your dicks over here and squirt on my tits. And turn those controls up. Now, God Damn it." W—How high did you turn the controls? H—Just a couple of notches at first until Hubby and I were standing in front of her with our cocks in hand. Then I spun the dial almost as high as it would go for both the penis and the clit vibrator. He and I were both really close to cuming. We were straining to hold back. H—Felicity was just loosing it, swaying from side to side on the machine. She was yelling, "Fuck. Cum on me now, both of you." I gave the controls a final twist then let loose with a stream of cum on her tits that was matched by Hubby. Felicity matched our climax with a scream during which it looked like her whole body went stiff and shook. Then she collapsed sideways off the machine into my arms. I guess our aim wasn't so good cause she had cum on her face and even in her hair. W—Fuck, that was a hot story. Gotta go. My horny little hygienist is ready. See you at home and that dick of yours better be hard. H—Okay. Wow! I just had an idea on how to finish the chapter of my novel. You fixed my writers block. W—Good, but that means you owe me and I intend to collect as soon as you walk into that door. H—Yumm. What's the price going to be? W—I don't know yet. I will think about it while I am having my teeth cleaned. Sexting Holly got a text message from a phone number she didn't know. It was a picture of a guy's cock, hard, and also a question mark. She looked at it for a moment, surprised, wondering what to do. She didn't know him, she thought. At least, the number didn't come up as one that was already in her phone. He was probably a weirdo, she thought, but he might just have made an awful mistake. She supposed she should tell him. She'd want to be told, if she'd just somehow sent naked pictures to the wrong person. She thought for a moment, then texted him back, saying, "Dude, I don't think I know you." There was a long, awkward pause. What Holly assumed was an awkward pause, anyway, at his end. Then her phone beeped. There was another message, "I'm so sorry. I mistyped the number." "I'd have really thought this was something you'd want to use your address book for," Holly sent. "I was. I thought I was. It's a new phone, and I copied the number over wrong." While Holly was looking at that message, he sent another. "A new phone," he said. "Because it's got a better camera." She laughed. She laughed, and actually liked him for that. She sent a smile. "I really am sorry," he sent. "It's cool," she said. There was a moment's delay, so she thought he'd gone, then another message. "I don't suppose..." he said. That was all the message was, but she understood him perfectly. "Not a chance, dude," she sent. "Not of me. Not like that one." "Fair enough," he sent, then, "Is there anything you would send a picture of?" Holly was sitting on the couch, in the lounge, in front the TV, and her housemate Charlotte was in the room with her. Holly thought for a moment. She was wearing a skirt, so she took a picture of her knee, very close up. Then she changed her mind, because knees might be weirdly sexy, and took one of her elbow instead. "What are you doing?" her housemate Charlotte said. "Sexting. Kind of." Charlotte looked at Holly for a moment, at Holly's elbow. "I don't think you're doing it right," Charlotte said. Holly grinned, and sent the elbow picture. "That's nice," the guy texted her back. "So sent me one from you," she said. "But, um, tamer." He sent a picture of his elbow too. He had some bicep showing, and was probably flexing it slightly. He had a tee shirt on, and it hugged his arm. It was tight around his arm, not hanging loose. Holly decided she quite liked that. She held her phone out to Charlotte, and said, "See?" Charlotte seemed surprised. She grinned, and then looked back to the TV. Holly sent a picture of the back of her hand, and got one back. There was no wedding ring on his, she noticed, and he had short nails, which looked clean. That was important. There weren't any tattoos or scars either, just in case she needed to identify him. Not that she ever would. She sent a picture of her knee. It was almost arty, with her foot blurry in the background. She was careful not to show much of the room, nothing he could stalk her with. She sent it, and got a picture of a foot back. Bare, the ankle crossed over the other ankle, that one in a sock. Like a weird striptease. He didn't have especially hairy legs, she saw. That was a good thing. He didn't have a sports sock tan-line either, which was a very good thing. For some weird reason, that always put her off. It reminded her of her dad, even on fit athletic guys her own age. She sat there for a moment, wondering what to take a picture of next. Her ear, perhaps, although she'd probably have to get Charlotte to take it. Her phone beeped. "Send one back," he said. "Please." Holly looked at it for a moment, grinning. Then sent, "Impatient?" "Not exactly," he said. "I just hoped...." She realized. "You want one of my foot?" she sent. "Would you?" There was something about the way he just asked that made her wonder. It mattered more than just taking silly photos, she thought. "Is that some kind of big deal?" she sent. "Would you mind if it was?" Holly thought. Charlotte had noticed she'd stopped texting, and was looking at her. "What?" Charlotte said. "Did he send his cock?" "He did already. He wants my foot." "Oh," Charlotte said, "That's kind of weird." "Yeah...." Charlotte grinned. "But?" "Yeah, pretty much. The but. I don't know if I should." "Go on." "I'm thinking about it." "You've already seen me," he texted to her. "What's your name?" A moment's pause. "Ethan." "Your real name?" "Simon." Holly grinned. "What are you going to do if I sent you a photo?" she sent. "Send one back." "What are you going to do with the photo?" No answer. "Be honest, and I might actually do it." A pause. "Jerk off," he sent. Holly looked at that for a moment, then said, "Show me." There was pause, then another photo of his cock arrived. It was hard, and in his hand. Holly was surprised he'd actually done that. She'd made a deal, though. She took a photo of her foot. Then another, from the side, just to be nice. She sent them both. "Thank you," he sent. "Show me," she sent. Then, so she was clear. "Show me when you're done." He took a couple of minutes, then sent a picture of his cock with semen on the end. Holly couldn't quite believe what she was looking at. Holly sat there, staring at it. After a moment, Charlotte must have noticed her silence. She looked up from the TV and saw Holly's face. "What?" she said. "I'm going to bed," Holly said, and stood up. "Dude," Charlotte said. "Show me." Holly shook her head. "Fucking show me, you perve." Holly ran out the room, and into hers, and shut the door. She couldn't quite decide what to think. It wasn't the sight of his cock itself that was interesting her, it was that he was willing to show her at all. And that he liked her foot. She'd never met anyone into feet before. Or at last, anyone quite that honest. Her phone beeped. "Are you still there?" he sent. She thought for a moment, then sent, "For now." "I'm sorry. I thought you were serious." Holly sat down on her bed. "I was." "You're not shocked?" "No." "Did you like it?" "I'm not sure." Holly sat a little longer, thinking. Then she pointed her phone downwards and took another photo of her feet. On the floor, side by side, just there. "Text me tomorrow," she said, and switched her phone off. * The next evening, Simon texted. Holly had gone into her room to wait, in case he did, and had told Charlotte she was reading. Her phone beeped, and she picked it up. Simon had said hi, and was she still okay to talk? Holly said yes she was. "I've never told anyone that before," he sent. "About feet." "So how do you know you're into it?" "Porn." That was pretty honest, she thought. "I like that you're honest," she sent, just so he knew. "I never have been before," he said. "But..." "You really like feet?" "Yes." "My feet?" "Yes." She sent him a picture. Of her left foot. Then, "Like how? From the side, or top, or what?" "Any. You've done your nails. Since yesterday." Holly had. Because of this. "Yes," she said. "It looks nice." "Thank you." "You're beautiful." "Thank you," Holly sent, then thought for a moment. "You mean my feet are, right?" "All of you that I've seen, but your feet especially." "Thank you," Holly typed, then suddenly had no idea what else to say. "So you've never told someone before?" she added. "No." "But you're glad you told me?" "I am," he sent, then, "It's working out well." And a smile. Holly hesitated, then decided she liked him, and was interested what he was into, and she could say no if he got too weird. "Is there anything you want me to do?" she said. "Do you have shoes?" "Dude. Of course." "Put some on." She looked over at her wardrobe. There were a lot to choose from. "Um," she sent. "Like what?" "Any. Your favourites." She wasn't sure exactly which was her actual favourite, and she almost couldn't bring herself to pick one, in case she hurt the others that hadn't been chosen. She didn't want to pick a favourite, but she knew what he meant, and she was also fairly sure knew what he actually had in mind. So she put a Converse boot on her left foot, and a strappy heel on her right, and took a photo of both her feet in the mirror. Then she took another, because the first had showed too much leg. She sent the second one. "Nice," he sent, and a smiley. She put heels on both feet, and sent that too. And then wrote, "Go ahead when you're ready." "Go ahead?" "Like last night. And send me a picture." He didn't answer, so she put on a different pair of shoes, and sent him a picture of those too. After a few minutes he sent a picture of himself, semeny again. She grinned. It was odd, but it was also interesting. What turned people on was just interesting, and it also seemed fairly harmless and strangely fun. "Tomorrow night?" Holly sent, and then, before he answered, "Bye." * "When are you going to ask to see my tits?" Holly said the next night. "Never. I don't want to offend you." "Do you want to see them?" A pause, as if surprised, then he sent, "Can I?" "Maybe." "Then perhaps I'll ask one day. When you're sure." Holly smiled. "I'd rather see feet though," he sent. "Over anything?" Holly sent, surprised. Another pause, then he sent, "I think so." "You actually had to think about it?" "Not really." Holly laughed. She looked at her phone, then sent, "You really would? The feet?" "I really would." "You promise?" "I do. And also, I promise I'll always tell you the truth." Holly thought. "Except about your name." "Except about my name, that first time, yes. But from now on, I'll be honest." Holly thought about trust, and secrets, and what they were doing. In an odd way, she thought, this was actually more intimate than sex would be, more intimate than a one-night stand with a stranger, anyway. He was sharing things he wouldn't tell other people, and she was taking part in those things with him. It was nice what they were doing, in a very weird way, and she actually quite liked it. Even if it seemed mostly about his odd turn-ons. "Me too," she said, then took a photo of her foot, on her pillow, and sent it. "I'm in my bed," she sent, in case that mattered to him at all. It seemed to. She got a come photo back almost right away. * Holly kept sending photos to Simon. She sent a photo of most of her leg, in a party dress, with her best heels on. She sent a photo of her foot, against her other knee, in pyjamas. She sent one of her bare foot in front her shoe rack, and said, "Pick something for me." He did, and she sent him a photo of her wearing those. She was quite enjoying herself. Charlotte began to tease Holly about the amount of time she was spending in her room, but Holly said she was tired, and busy at work, and that she was ignoring Charlotte. She sent Simon more pictures. Of her painting her toes, and pulling off her tights. Her liked the first and not the second, and she wasn't quite sure why, when they both seemed a bit fetishy, but she also didn't really care. He said he'd be late one night because he was going out with friends. She told him to text anyway when he got in, and he did, once she was already in bed. She kicked back the covers and lifted up her leg and sent a picture of her foot against the ceiling. "That's all," she said. "I'm almost asleep." "Goodnight," he sent, which was kind of sweet. He sent two pictures of his come the next night. He said he hadn't known if she left her phone on at night, and hadn't wanted to wake her by texting when she was asleep. She didn't, but it really quite sweet that he'd thought of it. So sweet that she almost wanted to, just to not be woken up. She sent him, "Thank you," and a picture of her toes instead. They talked more, in between times, and seemed to be getting to know one another. She sent more photos of her feet, too. Pictures from different parts of the house, because she was trying to keep her photos interesting. Her feet in the kitchen, when Charlotte was out. Her feet in front the TV. He teased her about watching trash TV, and said he'd flicked through channels until he found what seemed to be the show she'd had on, and he wasn't impressed, not at all. Then he sent a picture of himself, semeny. He did every time she sent him one of her feet. Holly had a collection of semen photos. She looked at them, sometimes, and liked having them, but they didn't really turn her on. Not like her feet turned him on. It was more just a fun game, for her, rather than anything hugely sexy. All the same, she liked what they were doing. She didn't quite understand why, but she did. It was oddly friendly, almost. She was letting a stranger wank over photos of her feet, and it wasn't even sexual to her. It was just chatting, getting to know him, and he happened to stop and jerk off every so often as they did. She liked the game. She liked the idea of knowing something about him that no-one else in the world knew, and she liked how unusual his kink was. As well, she'd always quite liked seeing men come, just because of the curiosity value of the whole squirting outwards thing. She asked him to try and get a photo of that actually happening, but he never quite managed. He was distracted at the wrong time, he said, but he'd keep trying. As they talked, Holly got an impression of who he was. He seemed gentle. He seemed very grateful, too. He liked this, he said, and he wanted her to be happy doing it. He didn't want to scare her off. "You're not," she said, and then switched off the phone for the night. * "Is there anything you want from me?" Simon asked one night. "Like what?" "Pictures? Anything? Anything I can do?" "Show me your face." There was a pause, then he sent a selfie picture of him holding the camera out in front of himself. He was young. He had short hair and a straggly beard and looked like a bit of a hipster. Holly sat there for a moment, looking at his face, then sent one back of her tattoo. It was a iris on her shoulderblade and it was almost enough to identify her. Almost, but not quite. Not that him knowing her phone number wouldn't identify her too. "Have you got a girlfriend?" she sent. "No." "Boyfriend?" A smiley. "No. You?" "No." A silence. Holly sat there, looking at the phone, and wondering what that exchange actually meant. It felt oddly like that little moment when you said you liked someone, and grinned like an idiot, and they grinned back. It felt like that, except that she was looking at her phone, not a person. Then again, he was silent too. He was silent for a little too long. The delay went on. "Tomorrow," Holly sent suddenly, because that delay was starting to seem actually intimate and personal and she wasn't sure it didn't scare her a little. * The next night Holly was out, but Simon said he'd wait up. She came home tipsy, and said she was, and he said good, he'd take advantage. "Go on," Holly sent. "I won't really." "No, go on. What would you actually say to me, if you knew I was going to pass out and not remember it tomorrow?" Simon didn't answer for a moment. Holly sat there, waiting, expecting something really weird, but it turned out he'd just been typing. "What turns you on?" he wrote. "You know what does for me. So what does for you? What's the secret thing you never told a soul about before but always wanted to try?" Holly lay there for a moment, trying to decide. "I don't know," she sent. "That's okay." "No, I mean, I don't actually know. I'm thinking about it now. I'm deciding." Simon waited, then sent, "I won't tell a soul." "I know." "I won't even mention it to you ever again, if you don't want me to." "You don't need to do that." "If you ask me to I won't." Holly thought. She couldn't quite decide how honest to be. Or how desperately he wanted to know. "I just took a photo of my tits," she sent. "I'll send that, or send the answer. You choose." "The answer." "Seriously?" "Unless that's a really awful thing to say? Like rude?" "No. Just a surprise." "Did you really take a photo of your tits?" Holly smiled at her phone. "Nope." "So are you going to tell me the answer?" Holly lay there, thinking. "Please?" Simon sent. Holly was in her pyjamas, in loose shorts. She pushed them down, and took a photo of her pussy. A really rude photo, mostly from the top, so not as completely porno as it could be, but still enough he could see her. She looked at it for a moment, unsure whether she should, then sent it. Then she sent, "Ask me again tomorrow," and switched off her phone. * "Thank you," Simon sent the next evening. "Yeah," Holly said. "I'm still not sure I should have sent that." "I'm glad you did." "I'll bet." "I am." She lay there for a minute, on her bed, thinking, then she sat up and took off her top. She took a photo of herself in the mirror, carefully close up, so he couldn't see her face. She sent it. "So you have the set," she sent. He sent a smiley, then, "So are you going to answer? About what turns you on?" "I don't know. It's kind of weird." "Tell me." "Really weird." "And right now I'm looking at pictures of your feet." "Yeah," she sent. "I suppose." That was actually that which had almost decided her. "I won't be put off you," he sent. "I promise. If that's what's worrying you." "You say that now," she sent. "But..." "You just trusted me with pictures of you. Of all of you." "Yeah," she sent. "But no..." Somehow a picture of her pussy was actually less personal than him knowing her biggest turn-on. "And not a picture of my face." "Please?" She looked at her phone. She wondered if it was sensible to tell him. Until now this had all been fun, and she was enjoying it, but until now she hadn't really been risking anything. Just photos of her feet. She thought. She wasn't sure she wanted him to know, but then again, it probably wasn't that bad if he did. She didn't know him, she'd probably never meet him, and he was most likely on the other side of the country anyway. And it would actually be nice to actually tell someone, she thought. She never had before. "Do you know what pegging is?" she sent. He didn't answer for a moment. Long enough to worry her, to make her think she'd disgusted him so much that even her feet wouldn't get him back. "I do now," he sent. "Cool." The pause had been him searching the internet, she realized. "Cool?" she sent. "Meaning what...?" "Yeah, cool. It's different, but..." "Different?" "Interesting." "Yeah right," she sent. "So you'd let me do it to you, would you?" "I might." She lay there for a moment, unsure what to think. She was surprised. She was a little excited. Finally, she was actually turned on. After all this, with him, that was what had got to her excited. She wasn't quite sure what to say, so she decided to stop and think. "I'm going to sleep," she sent. "Tomorrow night, okay?" "Goodnight." She looked at her phone, then sent, "And don't mention this again until I do. And don't reply to this." He didn't. She lay there for a while, deciding whether to get herself off, but then went to sleep without starting. She was actually a little unsettled that she'd told him, and he hadn't been shocked. Perhaps she should have told someone sooner. * Holly and Simon texted again over the next few nights, and she sent more photos of her feet, and one of her tits, but she only got semen photos back when she sent feet. She was starting to think he was actually telling her the truth about what he liked. He also didn't mention pegging again, which she was glad of. Sexting She was so glad she decided to be a little more trusting. "Do you have a computer?" she asked. "Yes." "There? Like there with you now?" "Yes." "Do you want to talk? Like hear each other's voices?" "If you like." "It might be easier than texting all the time." "It might." "But you can't see my face." He hesitated. "Okay. I don't mind you seeing mine, though." "Maybe. We'll see." Holly got her laptop and put it on the bed in front of her. She folded the lid forward, pointing the camera quite low, so her feet were showing and some of her legs, but not her waist or chest, and definitely not her face. She put on headphones, so Charlotte couldn't eavesdrop, and checked again where the camera was pointed, then sent him a link so they could chat. She couldn't see him on the screen, with the lid bent that far down, but she could hear him. Hearing was enough for now. Simon had a nice voice. A soft voice, like he wasn't very used to shouting. Like he didn't have to be loud to get his own way, or didn't mind not getting his own way at all. She liked that, and decided she trusted him more. "I like your voice," Holly said. It was odd to be speaking. "I like yours." "You sound kind." "You sound smart. And hot." She sat there for a while. "You're clever," she said. "Saying smart first. That was clever." Simon sounded like he was smiling. "Thank you," he said. "Talk to me," she said. "Just talk. Tell me shit. Everything it was too much hassle to say when we were having to type it out." He did. They talked. They didn't do anything dirty, and she was pretty sure Simon didn't wank. She just sat on her bed, then, after a while lay down, and she talked to him, and he looked at her feet and talked back. They talked about life, and work, and ambitions, and places they wanted travel. About Holly's ex, and Simon's boss, and how well Holly got on with her family, which wasn't very well at all. About the dog Holly had when she was a kid, and how it got run over, and then about Simon's grief at losing his grandfather a year or two ago. They talked for hours, as if once they both knew each other's deepest secret, then sharing the rest of themselves didn't matter. It was nice, Holly thought. She liked how they were talking. "I'm going to sleep now," Holly said, eventually. "But we can do this tomorrow if you like." "I would like." "And we can go back to normal then too. But it was nice just to talk, for a night." She closed the laptop lid before he could answer. * The next night, they talked again. After an hour, Holly said, "You can if you want to, just go ahead." "Do you mean...?" "See to yourself. Attend to matters. Yep." "What about you?" "I'll just listen." He went quiet. "I'd like to listen," Holly said. "I haven't been able to before now." "Oh," he said. "Yes, I suppose not." "So go on," Holly said. "Please." He did. She assumed he did. She couldn't hear very much, just his breathing getting faster and rougher. Then a couple of groans. "Are you done?" she said, after a while. "Oh, yes, I am," "Could you show me?" she said. She heard his microphone crackle, like he was moving his computer. She realized she'd need to move hers, too. She'd need to fold the lid up so she could see what he was showing her. "Don't look at the screen," she said. "I'm not." She tried to put her hand over her laptop's camera, and opened the lid. She looked. His computer was pointed at his lap. It wasn't as tidy as taking pictures on the phone had been, and a couple of minutes had passed, and he'd gone soft and flopped sideways, but she could see him, and see what he'd done. She could see him moving up and down a little, as he breathed. "You're dripping," she said. "Shit." His camera moved suddenly, as if he was reaching for tissues. She pointed her laptop back at her feet, and said, "I'm good. Go clean up." * After that, they got into a habit. Simon wanked most nights, while they talked. They just talked until he was ready and then he went quiet and groaned and sighed and got himself off. Usually he looked at Holly's feet on his laptop, and then he showed her himself afterwards. Holly tried masturbating once too, just to try it, but she didn't come very well because she was too embarrassed to use a vibrator in case he heard it, and so only used her hand. She watched him all the way through once, as well. Watching as he did it, not just looking at him afterwards. She made him promise not to look up at her face as he wanked, and he seemed to keep the promise, which made her trust him a little more. She realized he'd never mentioned pegging again, either, which helped with her trust too. She trusted him, she decided. She trusted him enough to ask where he was, just to see. She assumed it would be the other side of the country, because it just seemed too unlikely that he'd actually be nearby. He was nearby. He was in Sydney. She should have guessed, she supposed. A fifth of the other people in Australia were in Sydney. She lay there for a moment, after he told her, then said, "So if we met up..." "Do you want to?" "Maybe. Would you want to meet up with me?" "Of course." "What would we do." He didn't answer. "What would you want to do," Holly said. "To me. If I was there in person?" "I'm not sure I can say it." "Please?" she said, a little desperately. Saying please the way he'd said it to her a few days ago. Her phone beeped. She bent down and picked it up. He'd sent her a message. "Wank on your feet," he had written. She looked at the phone, and at the computer. "Hold on," she said out loud. "I'm texting." "Just that?" she texted. "Not fuck me?" "Just that," he texted back. "Unless you wanted to do more." Holly looked at the computer, and decided it was better doing this with text messages. Better for them both. It felt more private, less like an actual risk of being hurt or refused or rejected. "More like what?" she sent. "Anything." "Like what I told you about?" "Anything." "You'd let me do that to you?" she sent, wanting to be certain. "Well, I can't judge what you like. Not when I like what I do. Especially when I like what I like, if you let me do mine to you." "What if it hurts you?" "So we'll be careful." Holly looked at the message for a moment, then rolled over and got her computer. She pushed the screen up, and put her face in view of the camera. She could see Simon now, see the picture of Simon on her screen. He was sitting in front of his computer, but looking downwards. Looking down, at his phone, in his lap. He looked almost worried. "Hey," Holly said, and Simon looked up. He looked up, then jumped, and then turned his head away. "Careful," he said. "You're on the screen." "I know. I meant to be." "Oh." "You can look." He did. He looked for a while. "I was right," he said. "All the rest of you looks smart too. And hot." Holly grinned. She waved, after a moment. "Hi." He waved back. "Hi." "So," Holly said. "Want to meet me somewhere?" "If you'd like to. But only if you'd like to." "And do my thing? And then do yours?" Simon nodded. Holly sat there, thinking. She wanted to meet him. She almost needed to. She needed to do this, to see him in person, now they were talking about it. She needed to do it, and not to wait, either. She needed not change her mind. "What are you doing right now?" she said. Simon grinned. "Nothing much." "I'm probably going to say I want to meet you right now." "I probably want you to." "Which shoes?" Holly said suddenly, thinking practically. "Do you care which I wear?" He flushed, then shook his head. He was looking down at his phone again, as if he was more used to talking to her like that. "It's you," he said. "Not the shoes. I don't care what you wear." "Oh," Holly said, and then just sat there for a moment. She was going to go, she realized. She was going to let him jerk off on her feet. She was going to let him jerk off on her feet, and she was going to fuck him with a dildo. She almost said she was on her way, then she realized, almost heartbroken, that she couldn't. Not right away. Not tonight. She needed to go shopping first. "Fuck," she said. "I want to, but I'm really sorry. We can't. For mine, I need a..." Simon looked embarrassed again. "I've got one." "Oh," Holly said. "You do?" Simon nodded. "Have you done this before or something?" Holly said. "No, just... After you told me, I went and got one. Just..." he stopped. Holly wasn't sure what he'd been going to say. Just in case. Just to try it out. She wasn't sure, and Simon might not have been either. Either way made her wet. Either made her utterly ache for him, like she couldn't stand to wait any longer. "Well," he said. "Anyway. I have what we'd need. If that helps." "It helps," Holly said. She looked at him for a moment, and couldn't stand the waiting any more. "Where are you?" she said. He picked up his phone, and held it up, showing her, then texted her his address. "I'm on the way," Holly said, and closed her laptop lid. She almost stopped and had a shower and put on makeup and got ready like she normally would to go and fuck someone for the first time. She almost did, but she couldn't wait. And it was really only her feet he'd care about anyway, she supposed, not any of the rest of her. And her feet were done. Her feet were exfoliated and polished and ready, like they had been every night for two weeks. She could rinse them when she got there if she needed to, she decided. But right now, she needed to go. She couldn't wait. She wanted to start. And she didn't want to risk waiting too long, and changing her mind, and never talking to him again, either. * "Who first?" Holly said, when she arrived. She was at Simon's front door, on his front steps, standing there in the night. Simon looked surprised. "Hi," Holly said. "Don't talk too much, or I'll change my mind. Who goes first?" "I don't mind." "I want to," she said. "Be first." He nodded. "All right." "Not because I don't trust you," she said. "Not because I think you'll do you thing and then change your mind about mine. Not because doing mine is obviously a bigger deal or something. Not any of that. It's the other way around, actually. I think I'll change my mind if I wait much longer." "I understand." "So can we?" "Come in," he said, and got out her way, and then closed the door behind her. There was a hallway, and a light on in one room. A bedroom, down the far end. "There's no-one else here, right?" Holly said. She was pretty sure he'd said he lived by himself, but she wanted to made sure. "No." "So let's go." They went into the bedroom. He had a strap on, and a dildo, and lube. Holly had no idea what to do with any of those. She took off her clothes, because that seemed the simplest way to start. She hardly thought about how she was stripping in front of him for the first time, and usually, she'd have been very aware of that. Feeling bare, or exposed, or wondering how he'd react, just a little. Now, with Simon, she just undressed. He'd already seen all of her that he cared about. She undressed, then stood there naked, holding the dildo. She really wasn't sure what to do next. Simon seemed to realize. He asked if he should show her, and then did when she nodded uncertainly. He'd worked it out, he said, fiddling around with it a few nights ago. He showed her. He dressed her, almost. There was a harness around her hips, and between her legs, and a holder that the dildo went into it. He put it in, while she watched, and it pressed against her in a quite a nice way. She was surprised. She hadn't expected that. It was strange having him organize it all for her, but the whole situation was strange. Oddly, though, it wasn't embarrassing. It couldn't be, not any more, not when they both knew each other like they did. They put the dildo on her, then Simon undressed too, and then they kissed for a little while, while she stood there with the dildo bumping against his leg. "Can we?" she said. "Are you ready?" He was, he said. He'd tried it the night before. He seemed unsure how much to say, but seemed to want to ask about what she planned to do. To ask if she had any idea what she was about to try, she supposed, and if she was going to go at him like she'd seen in porn, and hurt him. She said she'd done anal, she'd had it done to her, and she'd be careful. She asked for the lube, and he gave it to her and she smeared it on the dildo, as best she could. She wasn't really sure where to start, so she kissed him. She kissed him, and that was nice, especially since they hadn't before. There was kissing, and lube, and touching, and she'd seen enough porn of people doing this to have some idea what to do. She kissed him, and held his cock, and then slid her fingers back to his ass, and inside him, and he didn't seem to be uncomfortable, so she kept doing what she was. After a while, he knelt on the bed, and said he was ready. She kissed him a little more, on his back, but she couldn't quite reach to do anything more than that once she was kneeling behind him. She stroked him, down his spine, and then started. She watched the dildo go inside him. She watched the dildo go inside him, and then she watched herself fuck him. It felt different to what she'd expected, doing this. Less sexy, and more mystical. It felt profound. It felt like a gift he was giving her, by letting her try something special to her. She moved slowly, and took care, and didn't actually put it all the way inside him. She looked at his back, at the way his muscles there tensed. She looked at the way his cock hung down in front of her dildo. She moved, slowly, happy to just be doing this, not especially trying to make anything happen. She could see how the dildo might pleasure her too, if she moved the right way, and faster. She could see, but she didn't try. Tonight wasn't for that, it was for knowing she was doing this. She knelt there for a while, fucking him, and then thought about doing anal herself, and how pretty soon it could get to be too much to stand. She slid out slowly, and said, "I think I'm done." "Are you sure?" he said, in a slightly hoarse voice. "Yep. Thank you." "I can a bit longer..." "No, it's fine. I'm good. I'm really good, thank you." She stepped back, and he turned around, and showed her how to get the dildo out of the harness. He went into the bathroom, and rinsed it quickly. She took the harness off, and then stood there, waiting for him. He came back, and strangely, she still didn't really feel naked. He looked at her tits, and her legs, but he was mostly looking at her feet, and she was used to Simon staring at her feet by now. "Okay," she said. "So where? What do I do? And did I say thank you, by the way?" He smiled. "No, but it's fine. I'm glad to." "Thank you." "It's fine." "So where? Assuming you're kind of impatient too...?" "On the bed, I suppose." "Lying down?" "Whatever's comfortable." "But lying down?" He shrugged, so Holly assumed yes, and lay down. "Do you want me to do myself too?" she said. "Oh," he said, and seemed to think about that. "Yes, actually. If you don't mind?" "Of course not." She lay on the bed, and looked up at him, and masturbated. And he looked at her feet, and masturbated slowly too. It was intimate, she thought, and a little odd, but nothing compared to what she'd just done to him. She was glad she had first, she thought. She understood what he was probably feeling a little better. It wasn't just kinky or sex or getting off. It was something a little bit more. His face looked like she had felt. Intense, and thoughtful, and lost. He wanked slowly, and after a while he came. She heard him groan, a groan she already knew fairly well, and she felt hot semen splash onto the side of her foot. She didn't especially notice that, though, because she was concentrating on his face. Now he was coming, he looked ecstatic. He was doing something he'd probably never thought he would, she supposed. Even more so than for her, this moment mattered, because his was somehow different. His was about coming. Hers was more about just trying. He came, and she lay there for a moment, after he was done, not sure what to do next. Not sure if she was meant to wait a little, and let him look. It seemed not. He got a tissue and wiped her foot, and then went and flushed it in the bathroom. She sat up, and was a little more aware of being bare, now. She put her knees vaguely in front of her chest, and her arms around her knees. She stayed like that when he came back in to the room, and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. "So," she said. "Yeah." She didn't know what to say, or do. It was awkward. "I should go," she said. He nodded, but looked disappointed. She got dressed slowly, not speaking, not sure what to say. It had been fairly intense, fairly profound, and they weren't even particularly accustomed to being in the same room together. She felt a little awkward. She wondered how to say goodbye, and if she should kiss him, or shake his hand, or what. That was an odd thing to have to wonder about. "Thank you," she said. "For that. For letting me try it." "Same. Really." Holly hesitated, and had a horrible feeling this was it. That they'd both be too uncomfortable to ever see each other again. She wanted to say something, to tell him how she felt. She wanted to say something, but she had no idea what. Then she realized. She knew what to say. She knew how to fix their uncomfortableness. She simply needed to say what she'd always said to him before. What she'd said to tell him she was okay, and that she wanted to do more. "Tomorrow?" she said. That was enough. He started to smile. "Well?" she said. "Do you want to?" "I do." "Here?" Holly said. "Like in person? Or on the computer?" "Either..." "Seriously?" "No, here." "Good," Holly said, and grinned, and opened his front door. "And maybe we could fuck normally this time." She was thinking of him, and that he might be sore. She was thinking herself and that she'd quite like to come too. "Yeah," he said, grinning. "Maybe. Sometime. Tomorrow or next week." "Next week?" Simon shrugged. "Or tomorrow." Holly looked at him, and was oddly excited. She wanted to do their odd things a lot more. She wanted to so much that she almost stayed. She would have, but their pattern had worked well for them until now, and she didn't want to spoil it. So instead she kissed him, and said, "Tomorrow," and then left. That seemed the sensible thing to do.