This is a fictionalized rendering of an encounter I had a few months ago.
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She is in position on the bed: face down on a pillow, feet hovering over the edge, and ass in the air for easy access to her holes.
She is wearing the glass butt plug that he had requested and is masturbating with her vibrator while she waits for him to arrive. As she cums a second time, she thinks back to exactly what has gotten her in this situation.
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She had had an interesting but long day at work, she had woken up very horny but hadn't had time to masturbate before getting ready, so she had taken to teasing some of her partners with suggestive photos and scenarios during her lunch break. She had a way with words and a filthy mind. Some of them had responded with their own ideas and that had just exacerbated her horniness.
On her way home she kept up the sexting, hoping to get enough material and roleplay to help herself get off. She had barely walked through the door that she was already getting naked and contemplating which of her many toys she was going to use in her soaking pussy.
As she settled on a dildo and vibrator, her phone dinged with incoming messages. She had piqued someone's interest.
They hadn't met yet in person, but they had been talking for a couple weeks of what turned them on and who else they were fucking, gossiping about the good and not so good dates she had been having, and wondering when they would finally have time to meet and see if they got along as well in person. He lived with his girlfriend, and to her delight, the discussion had come up more than once that they could eventually have an adventure all three of them.
He still had an hour of work but was intrigued with just how she planned on getting herself off. He already hadn't been feeling very productive and this seemed like a more interesting use of his time. So she sent him a photo of the dildo that she was going to fuck herself with. And then a photo of herself sticking her little pink tongue out from between her red lips and licking the tip, imagining it was his cock. He visualized the same thing, at his desk, and felt his cock bulge in his pants. She kept snapping and sending photos as she put the entire dildo in her mouth, eyes fixed at the camera, hoping to tempt him to come over and replace the fake phallus with his own.
As she moved the dildo to her wet slit, running it up and down, tickling her clit with it and finally sliding it in, she moaned and imagined that he was the one about to penetrate her dripping cunt. She had no choice but to put the phone down while she started slowly fucking herself so she could also press the vibrating end of her wand to her clit. The combined sensation of the two toys had her panting very quickly, and she came hard from the buildup of arousal she had been trying to ignore all day. She couldn't resist another orgasm and kept playing with herself until she was spasming from the pleasure.
She knew if she kept going, she could easily cum many more times, but she wanted to share her pleasure. She left the dildo inside herself and kept the vibrator rumbling away as she snapped a few close up pictures, and with unfocused eyes picked the clearest photo she could and hit send.
Halfway across town, he was throbbing and had definitely given up on accomplishing anything. Furtively glancing at the time, he made mental calculations about how much time was left to his shift, and how long it would take him to get to her place. He knew her neighbourhood, from when they had met online, but hadn't had the chance to visit her yet. He had really enjoyed all the tales of her sexual adventures over the past few weeks, feeling that when they would finally meet, it would most likely be an explosive experience. They had several kinks in common and from the photos she had been sending over those weeks, he could see that she was very much his type: slutty and empowered about it.
He messaged her that he was going to come over and have his way with her, and she couldn't help but grin. She thrived on this type of situation, on other people's undeniable desire for her. Nothing turned her on more than being lusted over, so she raised the bar and started writing out exactly what she hoped he would do when he got there, and asked him which of her two favorite plugs he wanted her to wear.
When he got to her front door, he turned the handle and saw she had indeed left it unlocked for him. The entryway was dark, but he could see a light at the end of the hallway where her room is, where she told him she would be waiting for him.
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He walks down the unlit hallway, taking off his shoes and coat, listening carefully for her moans, and starts unzipping his pants. He arrives at the doorframe of her bedroom and takes in the sight in front of him.