My Vinegar - Sex Stories

My Vinegar

... with Vinegar mutually masturbating and orgasming.

Even when I went away with my family for a holiday, I would creep into the bathroom in the middle of the night to have quick chats with Vinegar. We called them our ‘quickie’ chats and Vinegar would be happy to have a quickie chat whenever I couldn’t have a lengthier engagement.

Then something happened… we both had some real sex with other people! I managed to find someone via a secretive group where people would meet to fuck locally, and Vinegar finally allowed herself and to be wooed by someone at work and they fucked. Shortly after, Vinegar relocated to California with work and the new environment bought out a new and more adventurous Vinegar. Her body count went from six fuck buddies to eighteen within weeks!

I was also meeting with local fuckbuddies more frequently and we started meeting online less frequently and then my father passed away. I pulled away even more and our connection broke. We went weeks and months without chatting, even though I continued chatting on LushStories with other horny ladies. Before I knew it, Vinegar became a sweet memory which I would replay every now and again.

It had been almost eighteen months since we first met, and around four months since we had last chatted when I received a message on LushStories from Vinegar.

“Hi there!” and that was all it said.

I’m responded back with “Hey Vinegar!” and waited to see if she would respond.

Within thirty quick minutes, I was in ...

... a cleaner’s cupboard room, pants down around my ankles, cock covered in lube slipping in and out of a Dunkin’ Coffee bottle again. She was definitely not the same easy-to-excite lady from before, and she just watched me for a while before she started playing with her pussy.

“I want my slutty Vinegar to orgasm for me. Will she do that for her daddy like she used to?” I asked her.

She responded by pulling out a big, back dildo!

“Will this be OK for me to use, Daddy?” she replied. Without waiting for my response, she started fucking herself with the dildo. “This is about the size of the last cock I had, Daddy! Is that bad? Am I a bad, slutty girl for having fucked a big, black cock?” and she continued pushing the dildo in and out. It was glistening with her pussy juices, and I could tell she was getting close from all those previous times she had orgasmed for me. “Call me a slut, Daddy! Call me your slut!”

I replied, “If I was there right now, my little horny slut, I would fuck you like I am fucking this bottle!” and I proceeded to push my cock more aggressively in and out of the bottle. “I would make you scream! I would make that pussy swallow this cock! Every… last… inch!” With that, I orgasmed with long, almost painful pulses as my cum shot to the back of the bottle.

She orgasmed just after I did and we spoke for a little while before we said bye to each other. We didn’t speak again for a few weeks, but what happened during those weeks was nothing short of a ...