The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... over and pushed the thong to the floor, standing naked in front of the camera. She slipped her hands between her legs.

“Now show me that cock of yours, baby,” she said.

I reached inside my shorts and pulled my cock out of the fly of the boxers. I wasn’t immense but I was slightly larger than average, checking in at just around seven inches. I gave it several slow strokes, bringing it to full attention, pointing it at the camera. A couple of more strokes and I was able to squeeze a few drops of pre-come from the tip.

Megan had moved back to her chair and was sitting naked with one leg over the arm of the chair while she slowly ran her fingers up and down her labia. She was an innie with puffy flesh around a tight slit and a tiny, almost invisible, clit. Her pussy was only rivaled by her breasts in cuteness.

“I want to see you come,” Megan said breathlessly. “I want to see you drop your load. I’ve come twice just since you called back. It’s your turn, baby.” She still was working her fingers up and down, in and out, of her slit.

I was already more than half way to the moment of glory. I kept stroking my meat as I watched Megan play with herself. The fabric of the chair she was sitting in – the same chair she sat in when she worked from home – was drenched, and her pussy was soaked. She took her other hand and squeezed her cute little tits. She was beautiful, she was hot, she was desirable. I lifted my cock straight up as I stroked, sliding slightly forward so ...

... she would have a good look when I came.

My balls tightened and a thick shot of semen rocketed from my cock, shooting up and over my shoulders. Megan moaned as a second load landed on my chest. She squeaked in pleasure.

The third and fourth shots landed on my stomach and the rest puddled on the front of my boxers. I sighed as Megan smiled at me through the laptop screen.

“Nice,” she said. “But are you going to take off those boxers so I can see the full package?”

“Not unless you come over here and take them off me.”

“Oooh,” Megan said. “I will be right over. Don’t move, don’t put on any more clothes, don’t do anything. I’ll be right over to rip those come-soaked shorts right off.”

The screen went blank. I closed the laptop and stared vacantly at the television screen that was now starting “Wheel of Fortune”.

“Wheel” had ended and “Jeopardy!” was just beginning when there came a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called.

Megan entered. I gulped. She was only wearing the bra she had had on earlier in the day, and a pair of light colored shorts. The shorts were wet in the crotch, and underneath I could clearly see her still-soaked thong.

By the time she got to the couch, she was naked. She bent down, bit the sticky puddle of come on my shorts and sucked, then pulled them off me with her teeth. Then she stood up and straddled me on the couch.

She pressed her soaking slit against my burgeoning erection, pressed her pert breasts against my chest that was ...