Pinky Surprise

Thinking of You

I found your site on Tumblr. Someone reblogged a photo of you on another site. You were wearing a blue bra and blue and green panties, and I thought you looked hot, so I clicked through. On the first page you mention watching a video of a girl getting off, and that you want to put something in your vag. (I don’t really like that word, but somehow your blunt usage of it, the way you casually mention needing something inside you, it seems sexual, instead of clinical.)

I start paging back through your archives, looking for more photos. On page two, you are answering questions from your followers, telling them your bra size and sexual fantasies. One guy says he wants to spank you and cum on your ass. You like that idea.

On page three, I find a video of you sitting on your vibe. I watch you grind up and down, sliding it in and out of your pussy. I listen to the sound of your breath as you fuck yourself faster and faster. The video ends before you cum, and I am disappointed, but turned on.

By page four, I am stiff as a board. My cock is straining against my jeans. Below a photo of you spreading your ass, your toy lodged deep in your pussy, there is a post from you talking about how horny you are, and how you need someone to “drill your cunt.” I press my hand against my erection, inhaling at the pressure, and imagine surprising you by pulling the vibrator out, and replacing it with my cock.

Scrolling down, I find the next photo of you. You are sitting back on your bed, completely naked. The camera is positioned between your spread thighs, your breasts at the top of the frame, one nipple visible, and begging for me to wrap my lips around it. One hand reaches between your legs, fingers spreading your lips to show your clit. Between your fingers I can just see your trimmed pubic hair, very short, growing back around a small landing strip.

But what makes my cock surge and drives me to unbutton my pants and finally begin stroking is that your pussy is glistening wet and creamy. I can tell how turned on you are, and I imagine you taking this photo, and then typing that post begging for someone to drill your cunt. I want to be there, to rub the head of my cock along your lips, spreading your cream over my head before I push deep into you. I imagine your cunt wrapping tightly around me, as I slide slowly and effortlessly into your wet, creamy pussy.

I’m breathing quickly, feeling my cock stiffen in my hands, and my balls tighten. I just found your site 15 minutes ago, and now I’m about to cum from looking at your photos.

I imagine you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs wrapped around me, my cock buried in your vag. I start fucking you faster, the wet sounds driving me towards orgasm. I imagine your fingers gripping my shoulder, biting your lip as you watch my cock drill into you. I grab your tits and pull on your nipples and am rewarded by you groaning. I imagine you reach between us, rubbing your clit. You lean forward, your body tensing, and I feel a fluttering around the head of my cock, and then you get a bit tighter and wetter.

Leaning back on the couch, my hand is flying on my cock, my fingers rubbing against the edge of my head, swollen and hard in my hand. I breathe heavily and stare at the image of your creamy vag, and feel the familiar tightening in my balls. My legs stiffen, and I cum hard. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the hot fluid pumping out, running down my fingers and cock, dripping on my belly.

I catch my breath and smile as I click the “follow” button. I can’t wait to see what you post next.

Seven Minutes In Heaven

We had been flirting all evening, and as the party wore on, things started getting more adventurous. The host was moving soon, and clearly wasn’t going to be happy until the party turned into some sort of orgy. He had been liberal with drinks and weed all evening, and we weren’t the only couple building up towards an obvious conclusion.

Eventually some variation of strip-poker / spin-the-bottle / truth-or-dare started up, and it wasn’t long until most of us were naked or nearly so. She was down to a black thong with wide pink lace trim, and I was completely naked. Most of the guys in the circle were at least semi-hard, depending on how much attention had been focussed on them recently. The host had two girls, one on each side, each giggling and trying to distract him by doing interesting things while he kept the game going.

Eventually, the bottle landed on her, and the host announced that her dare was seven minutes in heaven, the old teenage kissing-in-the-closet party game. She smiled and pointed to me and walked towards the bedroom.

“WAIT!” bellowed the host, and announced a modified rule. The rule was that we had to sit on the couch, her in my lap, my cock in her pussy, and the first one to cum loses. She hesitated for only a second and then announced I was going down.

The couch was in the main room, but on the other side from where the group sat on the floor playing the game. It wasn’t private, but we weren’t the center of attention, either. I sat down, and before I knew what was happening, she dove between my legs and started sucking my cock.

“Hey!” I protested, half-heartedly, “that’s cheating! You can’t get me ready to cum like that!”

A roar of laughter came from the host and the few members of the party who weren’t already breaking away to start their own action. She released my cock with a wet pop, slid her panties off before climbing on top of me.

“All’s fair,” she grinned, and then lowered herself onto my cock. I groaned as her pussy wrapped around my head, and she laughed “This is going to be easier than I thought!”

I breathed carefully and calmed myself. She wasn’t moving, I noticed, and she was wet enough that I had slid easily into her.

“I dunno, seems like I’m not the only one who’s ready to go.”

“Hey, boy, I’ve got self-control. I bet you jerk off every night. You’re gonna cum first.”

“You think about me jerking off a lot, do you?”

“Ha! No, I usually think about the soccer team before slipping into bed with my vibrator.”

My cock twitched inside her.

“Oh, you like that thought, do you? Well, let me tell you all about it. I watch the soccer team practice sometimes, and I sit in the stands, squeezing my legs together, leaning forward to put pressure on my clit, and just admiring their legs. Then when I get home, sometimes I find I’ve creamed all over my panties. On those nights, I go to bed naked.”

My cock swelled again and she rolled her hips, causing a wave of pleasure.

“I usually spend awhile just touching my body, playing with my tits. Sometimes if I’m in the right mood, I can get off just by squeezing my nipples.” As she said this, she pulled on her nipples, both right at my eyeline. I put my hands on her hips as she rocked again, and I groaned, feeling my cock slip deeper inside her.

“When I really want to get down to business, I get out my vibrator. It’s just a little pocket rocket, but it’s got this little textured head, and when I press it against my clit, I can feel it in my toes. I lie on my back, and spread my legs, with my clit buzzing and imagine a guy pressing on top of me.” As she said this, she leaned forward, pressing her breast against my face. I tried to think calm, non sexy thoughts, but her voice kept whispering right above my ear, her breath husky.

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm… but sometimes I need more, and I roll over onto my stomach. One arm under me, keeping pressure on my clit, and with the other I reach behind me. I need that pressure inside, that feeling of being filled. I’ll get up on my knees and rock back and forth, thrusting two even three fingers inside from behind…” She was full-on humping me now, grinding my cock deeper into her, arms wrapped around my head, thighs wrapped around my legs, pulling me, moaning in my ear.

“Every now and then, when it’s really good, and I’m working my clit and fucking myself I feel this extra release and I g…” before she could finish this though, I reached behind her and slid my hand down her ass. Finding the root of my cock already filling her, I pulled my fingers back up, and slid a finger into her ass, the opening already wet and slick, offering no resistance.

She cried out in surprise, and I felt her pussy and asshole suddenly tighten, clamping down on my cock and finger. The extra sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned and pushed upward, my cock pumping inside her as I came, her pussy twitching and spasming around me. She stiffened when she felt me cum and gripped my shoulder hard, clearly pushed over the edge as well.

After a second, I eased my finger out of her ass, and she moaned happily in my ear.

“Who won?” I asked, breathlessly.

“I think we both did,” she whispered as she nibbled my ear.

The Joys of Modern Technology

I clicked the green button, and suddenly her video window was there on my desktop. She held up her phone for me to see, gave it a kiss, and then winked at me as she reached down between her legs with the phone.

She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. She was wearing a button-up white shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt.

I couldn’t see it, but I knew that her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to her workplace. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office.

I tested our situation immediately by sending a text to her phone. After a second, I didn’t hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera.

“God, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I’m going to have to be careful,” she typed into our chat window.

“I’m going to keep you jumping all day,” I replied.

True to my word, I would send her a text every 15 or 20 minutes. She had agreed to keep her phone under her skirt, pressed against her clit all day. After awhile, she got pretty good at not reacting so that anyone but me would notice. But I could see the slight stiffening of her posture, or a momentary pause in her typing.

Once, I heard a coworker come in to start chatting with her and I quickly sent a text. She didn’t bat an eyelid, though I saw her reach over to grip the edge of her desk, and when her coworker left, she glared at me. I sent her three texts in a row for that.

She would have to leave her desk to talk to someone or go to the restroom, but she always put the phone back. I trusted her, but I still sent a test text shortly after she sat down each time, just for fun.

As the day progressed, I started upping the ante. I sent several texts in a row, or I would actually call and let her phone ring once or twice. The longer vibration from the calls would usually leave her slightly flushed and biting her lip.

Around 4, her boss walked in to discuss something. After a second, I sent a text.

No reaction. I sent two more texts.

Still no reaction. She was nodding patiently as her boss kept talking.

I dailed her phone and let it ring once… twice… three times… FOUR times… voice mail. I can’t be sure, but I think I saw her breathing quicken towards the end.

I wait a second and dial again. Once more, it rings four times and goes to voice mail. She seems to be trying even harder to avoid reacting, sitting primly, with her hands folded in her lap.

I give her a moment’s respite, and then dial again. While it’s ringing her boss walks out and she immediately turns to her computer and looks at me through the camera. “Please,” she mouths silently.

I hang up. She takes a ragged breath and closes her eyes, centering herself, and I dial again.

I small whimper escapes her lips and she grips the desk on either side of her keyboard tightly. Her eyes are closed and she breathes deeply as it rings and rings between her thighs.

As I hear her voice mail prompt start again, she stands, smooths her clothes down, grabs her phone and walks away.

10 minutes later, I get a text: “Had to go to the bathroom. Panties soaked. Took them off. Be home in 30 minutes.”

I grinned, closed my laptop and walked out of my office to follow her home.