Early Morning Conversation

Watchapp conversation taking place between me and the blonde drummer, while I’m in the bed of the 3f guy… (That’s the text that woke me up in the morning). 

– Morning 🙂
Have a good night?

– Mmmm
Your message just woke me up after less than three hours of sleep

– I’m sorry…

– And yeah, really good night!
No worries
I was shared among two French guys
🙂

– Really?
Wow

– Yep!

– Sounds hot

– It was

– They both fuck you at the same time?

– No I was sucking the one while the other fucked me
Then when he came he left us

– Wow

– And then he was just watching

– Where did he come?

– And I’m pretty sure he took a video as well at some point
In his condom…

– Aww rubbish

– The second one though,
All over me, three different times 🙂

– Mmmm

– And now after all this recounting I think I should go back to sleep…

– Aww but you have me so hard…

– Mmmm how hard are you?

– Throbbing hard…

– Maybe I should also tell you that when the first one went to sleep
The second one tied me on his bed
And blindfolded me

– Mmmm

– And after he came all over me…

– Yes…

– He spent about an hour teasing me

– I love that
While you were dripping with cum

– Which has now dried all over my face and hair
I never washed up!

– You are a dirty slut… I wish I could add to it

– And I haven’t stopped being wet all through the night

– Are you wet now?

– Of course

– Show me..

– Can’t I’m in the room of a stranger and it’s dark

– Go to the toilet..

– No way! Not getting out of bed

– Damn
I want you to cum for me, right there
I’m slowly stroking my cock right now..
I want you to cum for me now…
I want your fingers on your clit

– I can’t, it’s not polite…

– It’s dirty… And naughty…
And hot

– Although you’re making me hot!!

– I want you to be a bad girl… Lick your finger right now and slide it in your already wet pussy…

– Ok…
But what if he wakes up and finds me masturbating…

– That’s the danger

– With my phone on my other hand?
Embarrassing…

– Danger is exciting…

– I’m playing with myself now!

– Good girl… What are you doing?

– I’ve got my finger on my clit and I’m moving it slowly in circles

– Mmmm how wet are you?

– Dripping!
I’m getting his bed all dirty…

– All for me..

– Yep

– I wish I could fuck you while he’s sleeping
Cum all over you and have you go back next to him after I’m finished..

– I’d feel like a filthy whore after that…
Ok he’s waking up!
Shit

– Keep playing…

– No he’s going to find out!

– I want you to hear me cum

– No way, he’s already half awake!

– Please..

– But what if he hears you as well?

– I’ll not be so loud…

– Fine, call me, and I’ll try to be as silent as possible…

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. One-sided moaning phone call
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– Feel like a dirty girl?

– Totally!

– 🙂

The French Guy

So here I am wearing a dark pink skirt with large print flowers that goes just below the knee and a black vest. I’m waiting outside Camden Town station and it’s Saturday which is never good. I’m not particularly fond of the Saturday Camden crowd. It’s still sufficiently early though, around 6pm, and I won’t be here for long.

The French guy comes to meet me, and he’s not as tall as I would like him to be, nor as French. He’s been too long in the UK to be properly French, and half of the time he prefers to speak in English. We go, nonetheless, to  Regent’s Park where we share a bottle of wine and he smokes a joint, which I don’t fancy so I don’t share. We talk of politics, and life, and his ex, and various other nonsense, so I’m not really sure if he’s hitting on me. But then we start discussing the whole debate about allowing burqas or not, and that somehow leads to the question:

– And you? Will you do everything I tell you to do, later when we go back to my house?

Which is a bit presumptuous so I reply:

-You’ll have to convince me first!

– Why? Are you not convinced?

– No, so far you’ve been a nice sweet French, well almost French, guy… Why would I do everything you tell me to? You need to be a bit more aggressive to achieve that, no?

-Not at all. I want you to do everything I want, in every way I want it. I don’t need to get aggressive with you. You’ll just do it!

And obviously I fall for that, so we go back to his place were I’m not allowed to drink water or wine unless he gives it to me, and only after I strip and take of his clothes as well.

I crawl to the bed and he follows, examining my ass, and contemplating whether to hit me with his belt or not. He still only has half an erection -which figures with all the weed that he’s consumed- so he rubs himself against me until he’s fully there and he puts it in smacking my hand out of the way when I try to help him by opening my lips wider. I’m still on all fours but he tells me to climb on the bed and the pushes me down so that I’m arching my back and I’m leaning on my face and chest while he gets a better view of what his doing and a better smacking area. I’m a bit disappointed cause he’s not playing with my tits at all, and also he’s not as good as the skinny tall guy from last week, who has probably been the best of my life.

He comes. I don’t. He leans back on the bed and tells me to stay still for a while. Then he gets up, goes to the bathroom.

– Wanna watch a film?

– Yeah, why not. What films do you have?

As I say that I go to my bag to find a hair-band. My bag is under a pile of clothes.

-Ts ts ts. No clothes! You’ll come to bed naked, and you’ll still do as I say while we’re watching the film.

The film starts. We’re half lying on the bad with large pillows beneath our heads and I’m resting my head on his shoulder while his arm is behind my neck and his hand is toying with my nipple. We make comments on the film and discuss the period, the actors, the setting. About 15 minutes later he opens a drawer next to the bed, I turn to look and he tells me to close my eyes for a second, so I do. I feel something cold and strange going into my mouth and the after it’s properly moisturised into my butt. The something else is placed into my vagina. As I’ll find out later, they are a purple rubber anal plug and a pink rubber dildo, one of those long wavy ones that are meant to find your g-spot. I open my eyes and we continue to watch the film, and he resumes playing with my nipples -both of them this time. He moved around the toys inside me making me horny as hell. He makes me suck him. We never stop watching the film.

When it ends, he ties my hands to the bed. He teases me with his hands and his toys, pushing them and turning them, pinching my nipples, biting them. He brings me to verge of orgasm and doesn’t let me come even though I beg. He makes me tell him that I’m his to do what he wants, that I’m his toy and I’ll obey his every wish. He turns me around and fucks my ass. I don’t really enjoy anal sex. But the feeling of embarrassment and submission is so strong that I almost come just at the thought of it.

The next morning I wake up early and try to wake him up as well but he’s to sleepy, so I decide that I need to be cunning.

– Ok fine if you’re not waking up to play with me I’ll play with myself.

– Hey no I want to see that!

And he falls asleep again, so I play with myself, moaning gently into his ear as I do… He wakes up at the final bit of my orgasm. He’s upset that he missed the whole thing so he pinches my nipples as punishment and makes me do it all over again. This time I have to get out of the covers and spread my legs wide so he can see all he wants. I use both hands and he uses his anal plug on me again while he masturbates. Then he climbs on top of me, spits on my face and comes in my mouth.

Later in another park, he’s laying on the grass using my thigh as a pillow. He softly caresses one breast, and one leg. He makes me tell him all the story of what we did the previous day, in French. I’m not allowed to use any English word. Somehow for me this is the most stimulating part of the story. I’m a lame geek, I know….