I was twenty-four and still a virgin, not because of my aesthetics, no I was all right as far as looks were concerned but I struggled to connect with people and preferred to stay in watching Tv or reading a book rather than partying.
I worked for an insurance company that helped me get a leg up on the property ladder. My brother had the idea that we should buy a house together as an investment. The idea was that I would live in and maintain the house while he continued to live in his own flat and sew his wild oats.
My brother Jamie worked as a Policeman and had a long list of girlfriends. His latest looked like going the distance as everyone in my family was hinting at wedding bells. He had been living with her happily for nearly three years, and so I had to agree that marriage was on the cards.
This was going to be a problem as I was sure they would want to move into my house. I was sent into a panic and had a sudden urge to get hitched and join the rat race.
Unfortunately, I had an OCD reaction whenever I saw a naked body in the flesh, especially their genitals. It was never so bad if I saw a picture, that never bothered me, but when it came to the real thing it became a terrible problem. On my first real date, where we got down to taking our clothes off my OCD kicked in and I went into an uncontrollable spitting convulsion. That ended that liaison and I came to the conclusion that what caused my gag reflex was his unsightly body.
I decided to try again and held out for a really buffed up hulk and was fortunate enough to hook up with the companies number one beefcake. When we got down to sex things were going really well until I got too confident. He sucked my tits while I wanked his cock hard. I looked at it eye to eye, intrigued by its little twitches and pulses. I thought I had this one tamed and moved in to give oral. I caught a whiff of semen and my OCD came back with a vengeance and I puked violently all over his cock, stomach and chest. The embarrassment was unbearable especially as it spread around the company.
There were sniggers at work with some of the crueller guys feining vomiting. My OCD now was accompanied with awful panic attacks in any social situation and I was invalided out of my company and put on sick leave for a long time until they asked me to leave with generous terms.
I stayed in my self imposed exile while my peers were growing up and experiencing the pleasures of the flesh, while I stayed at home frightened of everyone. I was, however, was just as horny as any other girl and longed to be available for anyone, a big stud, or a weedy nerd, to throw me on the bed rip off my clothes and deflower me.
Instead, I had to quell my frustration with endless bouts of porn watching and very frequent masturbation. I bought lots of sex toys and clothes online to pleasure myself; from a rampant rabbit to many paddles and floggers to self whip myself.
I bought the shortest baby doll nighties and the skimpiest panties for my foray into the world of exhibitionist sex.
I also put myself up on Skype, helping sex-starved men jerk off to my young body as I played the Mistress. I kidded myself it was therapy, me getting used to seeing all kind of penis ejaculating while I struggled to stop my spit reflex.
Just to give myself a more rounded perverted love life, I whored myself out to men and women, demeaning myself in any way they ordered. Naked on all fours, spanking myself with my ass in the camera, Obeying any instruction they yelled like, "yes I'm a bad, bad, girl and need to
Spanked." There were some very hardcore misogynists online who wanted me to hurt myself for their amusement. I soon learnt to spank myself, making an impressive sound with my cupped hand on my ass, crying out realistically. The same went for those who wanted me to use my toys on myself. Most want me to hammer my dildos deep in my cunt or my vibrators deep in my ass. I learnt how to hold back but now and again I obeyed their commands as I got carried away in their fantasy.
I still yearned for a real cock but my social inabilities put that desire very far out on the horizon. It was clear to me that I was going down a depressing sexual cul-de-sac when I bought a male blow-up doll and rode it cowgirl style. As I was cumming my squeals were accompanied by a high pitched hiss. The bloody thing was going down on me and not in the way I wanted.
One session I was really worked up in my baby doll nightie and panties.
I heard the doorbell ring and for once went to answer it. It was a nice looking man who had come to read the water meter. 'Lovely,' I thought, he'll do me but to be truthful anyone would, just so long as he had a good hard cock.
I brazenly let him in leaving everything on show. He bowed his head and made his way to the meter under the sink. I stood over him with my legs slightly parted, making sure he could see my silk panties and my free range boobs rolling about in my transparent nighty.
"Sorry, I've just got out of bed," I lied.
"All right for some," he replied with a slight glance up at my goodies, "I've been up since six this morning,"
"Six, oh dear, would you like a cup of tea?"
Again he glanced up blushing like fury, "sorry, I've a lot to do."
I could see by the large bulge in his trousers that I had him turned on and so I went for the kill.
"Oh come on, just a cup of tea and a little rest," I seductively purred, "You can join me on the sofa."
The meter man coughed and jumped up, "That's it all finished, time to go."
With that, he pushed passed me and went for the door. In my desperation, I played my last card.
"Excuse me?" I called making the meter man turn around revealing the deep extent in which I had made him blush.
I stood still and slowly lifted my nighty and then pushed a hand inside my panties. "I want you to fuck me!" I gasped.
He looked on sighing and sweating as I slowly rubbed my self. He was in a trance looking at my sexily presented goodies and started to lick his lips.
"Sorry got to go," he announced and quickly turned and bolted for the door.
I stood a sighed feeling stupid and depressed, on the verge of crying. Fuck I couldn't give it away.
It was then I realised that some sort of psychological fracture would have to occur if I wanted to progress and get a real piece of meat in me, but then something happened that put a crimp in my plans. My brother came home.
He was distraught having just been ditched by his girl and came back to live rightfully, in his house. This really did hinder my sex life, I had the full run of the house to walk naked, watch porn on tv and masturbate where and when I liked but not with Jamie at home. From now on I was penned into my bedroom for secret undercover wanks that were incredibly tame compared to my previous outward wanking. No Skype, no self spanking and certainly no high pitched buzzing rabbits.
Jamie was a hunk of a man, tall, black hair, chiselled jaw big pecs and a six-pack. He could have the pick of the girls but this last one had really got her claws into him. He was heartbroken and was becoming morbid and joyless mooning around the house like a lost man.
He had been back only a few weeks and late one night I walked across the landing to the bathroom. I still felt pretty miffed as I had to wear night clothes. A little nightie and a pair of panties just to keep me modest.
I stopped as I reached Jamie's bedroom. I heard a moan and then a sigh and then the beginning of organic cries all in accompaniment to the creaks of his bouncing bed. I whined at the unfairness of it all, he'd only been back a week, putting a stop to my sex life and already he was moving on and fucking someone else! It just wasn't fair!
He was fucking someone and by Christ was she enjoying it. The real sound of someone in the throes of real sex went straight to my clit as if under some spell. I was intoxicated and my hand went straight up my nightdress and started rubbing my panties against my genitals in an uncontrollable race to get off.
It was so overwhelming that I felt I could not disobey the call of my tingling clit. I fell to my knees with my panties around my ankles and rubbed myself in time to the girl's squeals. I had never got so close so quickly and was soon in the final straight to paradise. I let out a cry and immediately come to my senses. "Did you hear that?" I heard her anxiously say coming down from her own orgasmic high like a dead weight.
"There's someone out there." Declared his girlfriend.
"Maria!" Shouted Jamie.
I turned and crawled back to my bedroom and quickly shut the door.
Phew! I had gotten away with it, but then I panicked, "my panties!" Somehow they had slipped off my ankle and I had left them outside his door. Bugger!
I heard his door open, and then steps towards my room.
"Maria?"
I feigned sleep as I heard my bedroom door open. I heard something softly land on my bed and then my door shut. After he had gone I slowly opened my eyes. It was my panties!
