My Ex 1 On 1 Fun Pt 03

After a few weeks, Monica called again and asked if I could stay with the new generation again, as she would like to meet her friend. I agreed, I had nothing else to do anyway.

When I arrived at the agreed time she opened the door for me and I was a little surprised to see her. She opened the door for me standing there in just her dressing gown just washed up.

"I thought you were already on your way to the party." I commented, looking cheekily at her dressing gown around her breasts and entered the flat.

"Sometimes I need to get ready to look good too."

"But you're not going to go to a meeting with a friend in a dressing gown, are you?

"If you've already got your cock standing up, that means the outfit is sexy enough," Monica replied and grabbed the cord around her waist. She untied the knot and I saw that under her dressing gown she had nothing on. She dropped her only garment on the floor and said she had to go dry her hair and if I wanted to I could go to her. She went upstairs towards her bathroom, and I, feeling that my cock had woken up a little after all, corrected it in my panties and followed her. While she stood in front of the mirror drying her hair, I sat myself on the closed toilet and looked at her shapely tits, which were floating nicely while Monica had both hands raised above her head and was busy drying her hair.

"John is at his friend's," Monica said when the dryer stopped making noise, "Would you wait for him until he gets home? I don't want him wandering around at night, sometime around 9, maybe 10 in the evening he should already be home."

"Sure," I replied, "He'll come then I'll chase him to bed and when you come back I'll go back to my place and go to sleep."

"And one more thing!" she added putting the dryer back on the shelf: "Don't jerk off in my house!"

I was surprised by this, but said no problem.

"I'd rather John didn't see you with a cock in one hand and a phone with some nasty, screaming and moaning porn in the other."

"I was always careful..."

"No jacking off here, got it?!" she growled looking at me penetratingly.

"OK!"- I let it go "I'll jerk off at home, don't complain."

Monica dressed as if I were not present. I sat on the armchair in the bedroom and watched as she leaned over, presented her pussy, put on a thong, a bra...

At one point she made a movement, as if she realised someone was in the room, then she came up to me, turned around, stretched out and slid her panties halfway down her thighs.

"Would you like to lick it?"

Her glistening pussy was at the height of my face, so not thinking much I moved up and started licking her labia up and down. When I wanted to help myself with my hands, she jumped back and pulled her panties up into place.

"I wish everyone knew how to lick my pussy like you..." she sighed and put on the rest of the clothes she had lined up for the evening.

She left the bedroom and I followed her. In the doorway she still turned around:

"Remember that I don't wish any jerking off, and I can check in a very simple way."

"Do you have CCTV at home?"

"Sounds appealing, but I'm afraid you might start using it, and I don't want anyone watching me being fucked or putting something in my holes."

She smiled wryly and closed the door behind her, and I went into the living room and waited for Johnny.

Sometime after 9 pm I got the message:

"Is John at home?"

I replied: " He's not".

"Show me your dick".

I was surprised, but pulled down my trousers and boxers, then took a half selfie with my dick out

"I prefer it standing up though" she replied after a moment.

"Why do you need a photo of my penis?"

"I'm checking to see if you're banging yourself. Besides, I wanted to show Martina something"

"My cock?" I quipped.

"Actually, that too, but the important thing is that you keep your end of the rules"

"If you wanted a standing one, you should have taken a photo after licking your pussy"

"While you're licking my pussy, I'm busy"

"After licking you could have asked, then I would have taken off my trousers and you would have had a hard cock pic"

"And I would have sucked your cock again!"

"After all, you don't blow me every time"

"After a blowjob you'd stick your cock in my holes"

"I took some pics then too"

"You are wonderfully kinky"

"After all, you yourself once asked for pics of you getting fucked"

"I wanted to see what I looked like with a cock in my pussy or from behind"

"And a cock in the pussy from the front, in the ass, in the mouth..."

"Only you could never cum on my face to immortalise it, eh?"

"Because you didn't like it"

"I'd rather not be remembered like that in any photo"

"And it's better with a cock in your mouth already?"

"Oh with a cock in my mouth is great for me"

"In person or in a picture?"

She didn't write back. She probably didn't want to turn up the atmosphere too much. Or she was just sick of tapping on the screen already, and was going to a party.

I watched a bit of a film on TV, looked at the news on my phone, had a look at a few pages of pussy and tits. I dozed off on the sofa without even knowing when.

"Wake up pervert!" I heard suddenly.

I opened my eyes and saw Monica sitting in the armchair. She had put her foot down and was looking at her phone.

"John is still missing" I said.

"And that's lucky" replied Monika "He called me and stayed at a friend's house for the sleep over. If he was, and you were watching such things in front of him, it would have been awkward to say the least."

Now I noticed that the phone wasn't next to me and the one Monica was looking at was mine.

I looked confused at Monica, who kept moving her finger across the phone screen. Every now and then she would tap something, move it left then right, on her face she sometimes had a smile and sometimes almost disgust.

"You have a wide range of interests," she said suddenly looking at me from above the screen "Tits are nothing new, showing cunt and ass is nothing special either, collective fucking? Well, actually it's quite normal. But explain to me: what turns you on about watching women treated like a sperm bag? Do you have a problem with your own balls or do you just not know how to respect women? You know, I understand that you like to take your cock out and cum on my tits, and then I have to wipe your cum off my nipples and belly because it all starts going down, but holding a woman by the hair and pouring streams of cum down her throat?!"

"Yourself After all, you like it when I cum on your tongue," I replied and curled up on the sofa a little nervously.

"Because it's a different matter if I have your cock in my mouth," she said looking into my eyes, "But I don't understand what turns guys on when a dozen or so horny guys jerk off in one room and each of them in turn pours his cum down one woman's mouth?

"It's more about the initial effect," I replied, "And the final effect. And it's about how the chick swallows it all with pleasure at the end."

"This one here rather hates it and is probably about to throw up, the way I see it."

"You know very well, after all, that porn is watching something you almost never do in real life, because otherwise most often the other party thinks it's sick, perverse or totally deviant."

Monica tapped the screen again and started to browse something else. Very quickly, I heard sounds like smacking and spanking, and Monica suddenly said to me:

"Your zipper is about to burst. Open and take the cock out" I sat a little surprised, but Monica was right, because my cock was standing fully ready, and when I did nothing, Monica repeated with emphasis: "Take your cock out of your trousers!"

I started to unzip my trousers and pulled my cock out from behind my panties together with my balls, and when I looked in front of me again, I saw a very surprising sight.

Monica, who had hitherto been sitting in the chair with her thighs crossed, slightly sideways to me, now took her leg off and spread her thighs. In the meantime, she raised herself slightly and pulled up her skirt, so that now her whole legs were exposed. I also saw that she wasn't wearing panties, and there was a dildo stuck in her pussy, which I had bought for her myself once. Monica kept staring at the screen of my phone, at the same time undoing the buttons of her blouse. Once they were undone, she lifted herself up from the backrest and pulled off her blouse, then grabbed her breasts in her hands and pulled them out from behind her bra. Without taking her eyes off the screen she began to fondle herself with one hand over her breasts and with the other she pointed towards her thighs, grabbed the base of the dildo in her pussy and began to pull it out and insert it from the very tip up to the artificial toy balls. The sound of sex was coming from the phone, making the whole situation even more heated.

"Don't be shy," wheezed Monika looking at me, "Put the penis in your hand and play, if you have endured the whole evening, now you can play."

Not thinking much, I grabbed the penis in my hand and started to masturbate in front of my ex-girlfriend, at the same time watching how she was pleasuring herself with the toy and her own hand.

"Come here to me," gasped Monika once again, "Take a closer look, don't be shy."

I stood up and, without stopping the jerking off, approached her. I stood so close that my cock was above her face. I looked at my phone lying next to me and saw a video of the blonde being fucked by two black guys by one in the mouth and the other had the other in her pussy and she was standing like that on all fours being stuffed from both sides. After a while, the blonde turned over on her back and the black cocks were cumming on her tits, face and into her mouth.

"I'm coming!" I said quickly, and Monica opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out slightly in front of her. I loaded my cock into her mouth, she took the glans into her lips and began to suck intensely while busily moving her tongue around my glans. As I felt myself start to gush cum into her mouth, she grabbed me firmly by the buttocks and held my cock tightly without once allowing me to move beyond her lips.

Once I felt I couldn't let anything more out, my cock was oversensitive to touch, Monica wouldn't let it out and sucked on it the whole time and I moaned in pain and pleasure. Suddenly I felt Monica start to slide her finger into my anus and she started to massage my prostate wildly. After a minute, maybe two, my penis was once again in full swing. Then it was released from my ex's mouth, her finger slid out of my ass and she herself stood up and faced me. She smiled to open her mouth after a moment. I looked and saw that she had my cum on her tongue the whole time. She put her tongue out in front of her and, looking into my eyes, let my semen flow out onto her ruddy tits.

"Well?" Monica asked while spreading my cum on her breasts "I guess it was worth leaving your cock alone like I asked you to?"

"Oh yes!" I replied, "It was worth it to load your mouth with my cock and drain some semen for you."

"Now put your cock in your trousers and go back to your place!" Monica suddenly communicated to me very coldly, "I have to go and have a bath and you don't have to take care of John one anymore."

"My cock one is now standing ready to continue playing!" I said trying to hide my cock in my trousers, but it was still standing aroused by what had just happened here.

"I'm not a slut at your cock's every whim," said Monica indifferently pulling down her skirt, which was still wrapped around her waist.

I was a little amused, although there was nothing to complain about as she had milked me today after all. With the tent on my trousers I walked out of Monica's and closed the door behind me.

After a few steps I was at the wicket, opened it and was almost on my way when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone by the window.

"You really feel like having more sex," said the woman standing in the shadows.

"Who are you?" I asked nervously, "Why are you peeping at people? Are you some kind of pervert?"

"I'm Martina, nice to meet you," she replied and walked to the wicket, "Monica wasn't lying, but I was afraid to take up her invitation. I looked out the window and wished I had been there."

I could feel myself turning red in the face. Fortunately, it was dark and you couldn't see it. Instead, Martina asked cheekily:

"Can I accompany you on your way home?"