My Vinegar - Sex Stories

My Vinegar

My heart was thumping in my chest, and I could almost hear it knocking with each pulse! My hands were in my trouser pockets and I kept having to move my bulging cock to one side. I had already noticed some female (and male) bypassing strangers looking down at my bulge as they went past me and it was making me more and more horny. The bitter cold wind couldn’t cool down the heat I was feeling in my groins from knowing I was finally going to meet Vinegar, my Vinegar… ahhh!

I had fondly nicknamed her Vinegar a few months earlier… the Indian woman from Los Angeles, whom I had only seen on my phone or laptop screen. Either just her face as she chatted to me, or her hand pushing her dildo in and out of her pussy in a frenzy. This would usually be in response her watching me stroking my cock or fucking my Dunkin’ Coffee plastic, transparent bottle. The times I enjoyed her online company the most, though, was seeing her face and hearing her moan as she orgasmed for me. My god! Just remembering those moments from the last year or so hardened my throbbing cock even more.

We had met online via the LushStories website and had quickly hit it off. We would chat every moment we had and that would generally mean when I was at work, since I could not be doing this at home with my wife and kids around. We were both in different places in our lives. Dirty old me, married for over twenty years with four kids but lacking the kind of physical connection I so desired, living in an ...

... ultra-conservative country in the Middle East and her, struggling to break out of the shell and struggling to find anyone in the real world who could give her what she wanted and needed.

After a few naughty chats, one day whilst at work, I convinced her to join me for a cam-fuck session. I managed to find an empty office and creeped in, locking the door behind me. I sent her the link to the Web Skype session and she joined. At first, she was very cautious and only watched without audio or video, but then after ten or so minutes she opened her cam and microphone. Seeing me stroking my cock, slapping my cock and showing her how I would lick her with my tongue pushed her past her reluctance to share herself with me.

I saw her playing with her pussy, parting her lips to show me her pink and wet flesh, fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples! I edged for nearly thirty minutes, during which time she orgasmed hard two or three times. Each orgasm was a heavenly sight, with her back arching and face contorting as she fingered herself into each orgasm. She kept me edging and at one point she shouted down the phone.

“Don’t cum yet, daddy! Don’t cum yet, because your slut still wants to cum more!”

I kept slapping my cock and balls in an attempt to pull myself back from the brink of cumming but eventually, I couldn’t hold back and I shot my load all over my hands and the desk in front of me, leaving me a shaking mess, both of us whispering ‘fuck’ whilst taking deep and heavy ...