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 breaths.

That was the start of my online relationship with Vinegar. I named her Vinegar one day during a chat, where we discussed how we felt about each other. I told her how I found her to be a spicy, aromatic, and sharp-minded woman. As soon as I said that, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I thought of vinegar and there it was. We spent hours together over the course of the next few months. I would find any place I could to get down and dirty with her… offices, the gym shower, even my car! I left biological evidence of my unfaithful behaviour everywhere. Quite a trail, I must say!

To keep things exciting, I even started fucking bottles, which Vinegar found so sexy and horny—Dunkin’ Coffee bottles, to be precise, as they were the perfect size for my hard cock to be in when fully erect. Pulling the bottle back would create a vacuum which would engorge my cock further, making it even harder. I lost count of the number of orgasms I helped tease out of Vinegar! I kept count initially, but then gave up as the number went past ten and then twenty.

She would generally be at home, as our time difference meant we could only meet with me being at work and her being at home. I was fun imagining how many times she may have had to change her bedsheets! Our conversations also started becoming more varied with us discussing real-life issues we were having. Me dealing with my adolescent kids; her discussing troubles at work and home; me discussing how much I’d love to fuck her for real; her agreeing that she wanted the same.

It felt like our relationship was blossoming into a fully fledged, passionate, long-distance romance. It even got to the point where that deeply romantic ‘L’ word entered our conversations and admittedly, I used it more freely than her, but use it, she did.

We had our fair share of trials and tribulations, too. Being a Muslim myself, when Ramadhan came (the month of fasting all Muslims must do), I pulled away and tried not to engage with her in an attempt to maintain some self-restraint during the holy month… my attempt at being ‘good’! That didn’t last long as I still wanted to chat to her and there were times when I would leave our chats with a hard cock in my pants. But I did manage to restrain myself from any physical activity during that period, but it didn’t stop Vinegar from orgasming during our chats. That was fucking hard… controlling my desire to reach down and feel my hard cock as I heard her orgasm was so tough to do!

Then there was the time I got spotted by some female employees in my car at work as I was doing my thing with Vinegar in the carpark. That was a harrowing experience, as it ended with me being blackmailed. The women wanted me to show them what I had been doing in the car in one of their locked offices, otherwise they would send an email to management. That afternoon’s happenings is a story in itself, a story for another day. It left me feeling violated and used, but after a short hiatus, I was back 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 miracle.

My company needed to send a delegation of experienced analysts to solve a major problem with one of their suppliers. Where were these suppliers based? California!!! The thought of meeting Vinegar did cross my mind like a shooting star but it disappeared immediately because I didn’t think me and Vinegar had anything left and I didn’t think I would hear from her in time. How wrong was I!!

When I heard from Vinegar next, I couldn’t contain myself and I told her I would be leaving for California in a few days. We had often spoken of wanting to meet and I had always told her there was only one way this would happen. It would have to be work-related, which would be the only way I could even approach my wife about staying away from home. Let’s just say there were trust issues between me and my wife. I was about to prove her mis-trust wasn’t misplaced.

And there I was! It was close to 10pm, and I was walking to meet Vinegar in a hostel we had chosen prior to me departing. The images I had in my mind as I walked closer and closer to the California Dreams Hostel were nothing short of a hardcore porn movie… screaming, hair pulling, slapping, cursing, skin slapping on skin, puddles of liquid all over the floor!

The hostel was a cheap place for backpackers with private rooms. I was already staying at the Hilton through work but meeting there could have been troublesome with my work colleagues also staying at the Hilton so Vinegar offered to pay for the hostel. I knew Vinegar was already in the hostel and I knew which room she was staying in and moments later, I was standing outside the door, poised with my hands to knock when I realised that the door was already open, so I slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was small, cozy and warm, with a double bed on one side, and a desk on the other with a wooden chair tucked under the desk. Next to the bed was a small single sofa armchair. The room was dimly lit and I could smell the sweet fragrance of perfume lingering in the air. I took off my coat and placed in on the desk.

I could hear the shower running in what must have been the en-suite bathroom, and I guessed Vinegar was inside. Should I go in? Should I wait? As I mulled over the options, the water stopped running, so I decided to wait and I walked over to the sofa chair and sat down. My eyes were locked on the bathroom door and I could hear her shuffling around from inside. I waited patiently, eagerly, hungry for what I had dreamed about for so long.

It wasn’t long before I heard the bathroom door open and out she walked, wrapped in a towel which covered her chest and down to halfway between her knees and waist. She gasped when she saw me and just stood there looking at me, and I sat there looking at her. My heart was racing and my groin suddenly felt the rush of hot blood engorging my cock.

Her curly hair fell down to her shoulder, still damp, and I could see small droplets of water gathering at the tips. Her full lips were slightly parted, and her flawless skin was glowing from her shower. Her brown eyes were wide, lively, deep, and I felt like I could get lost in them if I didn’t look away. I let my eyes fall onto her shoulder and her naked, milky chocolate skin glistening from her shower. I could tell she was nervous and her chest was visibly moving with each deep breath she took. She was not slim, but she was not large. Her medium build was enough for me to enjoy for however long I had her. Her hand was on her chest, clearly trying to calm herself, and she was the first to break the silence.

“I can’t believe you are in front of me, in the flesh! Do you know how many times we have spoken about this moment, but without really believing it could happen?” and she shifted as she let out a nervous laugh.

I looked at her smile and felt a warmth spread from my groin out through my body.

“Come here,” was all I could say. I remained seated as she walked around the bed towards the sofa where I was seated. She was about two metres away from me when she stopped. “Closer Vinegar,” I said, as I spread my legs out and pointed to the gap I had created to make her aware where I wanted her.

She walked further until she stood between my legs. Her leg was touching mine and I could feel her warmth radiating through. I raised my hand and held her hand, as I pulled her towards me and down. She almost fell down ass first onto my knee and I immediately felt the wetness from the towel transfer to the fabric of my trousers and to my skin. I raised my hand to her face as I leaned in to kiss her on her lips. As I let my lips seal with hers, I let my tongue slip inside her mouth.

At the same time, I raised my other hand to the upper edge of her towel and tugged. I felt the towel loosen, and I tugged again and it unravelled, exposing her naked chest and stomach. I let my hands rest on her breast as we continued kissing.

I suddenly felt her hand on my bulge and that was all the signal I needed to prove her nerves had calmed. I pressed my face against hers and kissed harder, with my tongue pushing in deeper. I broke the kiss and dived for her breasts and clamped my lips around her nipple and sucked. I must have sucked harder than I had planned, as she let out a gasp and she cursed softly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Daddy! You must want me real bad… you made me wince just then!” and she giggled. Her every little behaviour made me feel even more horny and made me want her more with every passing second. As I continued licking and sucking her nipple, she started unzipping my trousers. “I want more evidence of how much you want me, Daddy!” and she slipped her hand inside my pants and she pressed it against my hard cock in my underpants. I shuddered at the touch of her hand through the material.

Suddenly, she pulled herself away, and she dropped onto her knees. She looked at me for a second before starting to undo my belt and the button. I raised my ass up a little to allow her a to pull down my trousers and my underpants, which she did in one seamless movement. My cock sprung out as it was freed from its confinement and even before it had a chance to settle in a stationary position, she took my cock in her mouth and started ferociously sucking. I gasped as she devoured my cock… looking down at her head bobbing up and down, just added to the intense feeling.

“You might wanna slow down there, Vinegar… otherwise you may create a bit of a mess!” I said, through gritted teeth. She didn’t look like she had paid any attention to what I had said and continued her onslaught. “Vinegar! Slow the fuck…” and before I could finish, she bit the head of my cock hard enough to cause me to wince. She stopped sucking and looked at me.

“I heard you… and I ignored you. Any idea why, Einstein?” and she started sucking again. Her words had advanced my emotions further along and I was now battling with the building pressure I could feel. She sensed it. “Yes… yes… let it go Daddy… let it all go!” and she squeezed my balls.

I wasn’t expecting that and my resolve vanished. I moaned out load as the pulsating began, and she let out a satisfied giggle as the first shot of cum landed at the back of her mouth. I hadn’t cum for weeks prior, so I knew there was a river of cum waiting to follow. I could see and hear her gulping as my hot, thick cum just kept pumping out. She couldn’t keep up and a small amount dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Mid-pulse, she quickly used her finger to gather the leaking cum and put it in her mouth, just as my final load landed in her mouth. She let out another satisfied giggle and gently sucked my cock until it was limp. I was dizzy and my cock felt sore from the attack. I took a deep breath and exhaled as Vinegar stood up.

“What the fuck, Vinegar! WOW! You are something else, I tell you,” I said, while taking deep breaths.

“You haven’t cum for a while, have you?” she asked, obviously having paid attention to how much cum I had provided her. “Been holding it all for me?” she giggled. Her giggle was so damn sexy, so energising and full of joy. She looked like she had enjoyed every second of her onslaught on me.

I replied, “No, it has been a while. What you just did to me was out of this world,” and I stood up.

She took me by my hand and made me sit down on the edge of the bed and then lifted her leg and put her foot on my crotch. I looked up at her as she let her hand wander to her pussy, which was already glistening with moisture, and I was sure it wasn’t the water from the shower which I could see.

Whilst looking at me, she started to gently rub her pussy… ever so lightly along the pussy lips. I could see her finger glide up one lip, then back down the other. Her eyes would close for a few seconds but open again to hold that stare again. She was moaning gently as she did her show for me and I couldn’t help but start touching my limp, wet and sore cock – she had sucked it that hard!

“Can I cum, Daddy?” she said, with pleading eyes and a face that told me she desperately wanted me to say yes.

“Hmmm… no!” I replied with a firm voice. I suddenly got up, grabbed her by the arm, causing her to gasp. I flung her on the bed. As she landed on her back, I dived in between her legs and expertly landed inches away from her wet pussy. I quickly clamped my lips around pussy lips and started sucking. Since I knew she was desperate, I just started flicking my tongue fast between her lips, whilst slowly moving higher up the channel until I flicked her clit. That flick caused her to buckle, and I knew I had her where I wanted. I pulled away and just looked at her.

“You want to cum, Vinegar or would you like me to make you wait longer?” I asked.

She replied, “I do want to cum so bad, but only if Daddy wants me to,” and then, she whimpered. She was so ready to go, and I couldn’t bear the thought of making her wait. I moved my head back into place, hooked my arms under her knees and positioned her feet on my shoulder blades and re-engaged. I started straight on her clit, slowly but building the speed with my tongue’s flicking. I used my fingers to pull her pussy lips open, fully exposing her pink flesh. I started moaning as I sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue.

After a short succession of quick breaths, she cursed out loud. “FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum Daddy!” and her back arched. She started breathing heavily through gritted teeth and orgasmed, half laughing and half crying. She pushed me away as I was still licking her and she clearly couldn’t handle it. I smiled as I saw her contorted face and eyes wide open.

A few moments later, my hips were slapping against her ass cheeks as I fucked her from behind. She was standing up, with her hands on the bed. I grabbed her hair in my hands and I tugged back to make her raise her head and push her back lower to raise her ass. My view from behind was spectacular. Her head moved back and forth with each thrust, her back glistening with sweat and the flesh on her ass cheek forming waves of movement from each slap from my hips. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and falling on her ass as I continued to plough into her.

Every push generated a grunt from me and a moan from her, and the rhythm itself was turning me on so much. I let go of her hair and grabbed her from her waist to pull her into me harder, making the slapping sound of our skin louder. Having cum earlier, I was finding it easier to control my sexual tension. That wasn’t the case for her though. She must have still been in the throes of recovering from her orgasm as me starting to fuck her so soon after her cumming bought her back into her orgasmic emotion. I could sense her pussy walls tense every now and again.

“Vinegar, don’t hold back. Paint my cock with your juice and let it come! I want your orgasm, Vinegar! I want it now!” and I continued to plough into her.

“I can’t hold it, Daddy, I can’t do it!” she cried out.

“Then don’t! Cum for Daddy, you fucking slut! Come now!” and I grunted as I pushed into her again.

It was subtle at first, and I wasn’t sure if it was her quivering. Then her leg started trembling, and she started shaking as I felt her pussy tense properly. Her pussy was suddenly a river of orgasmic juice as she started cumming again, and I felt the friction lessen. The beautiful warmth of her fluid covered my cock. The sudden increase in heat pulled me into an orgasm without warning. I clearly wasn’t as in control as I thought as I grunted with each pulsating flow of cum. She suddenly fell face first onto the bed, whimpering, and I fell by her side. We lay like that for absolutely ages, not saying a word to each other.

Later in the evening, we showered and fucked under the flow of water. An hour or so later, she was riding me like a wild demon, slapping my face as she bounced away on me. By the time it was 2am, we were in bed – chatting, kissing, fondling, stroking, laughing. A short while later, I was holding her from behind with my one of my hands gently cupping her breast and I heard her start to snore. It was a sexy, low rumble coming from her and I lay there listening to her until I fell asleep myself.

In the morning, I got up suddenly. Something had woken me up, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. It wasn’t until I realised she was gone, that I figured that her leaving and perhaps closing the door may have woken me up. It was 6am am and I felt the lack of sleep in my bones. I looked at her pillow and saw a piece of folded paper there with ‘Daddy’ written on it. I sighed and unfolded the letter and read.

“Daddy. I knew I would never really be able to forget about you until we met physically. We had spent so much time together online that I felt like we had a relationship until our situations caused us to drift apart. However, in my heart, I knew that our separation would be incomplete until we met physically. I didn’t think we would, but we have. I am so glad I am able to say that we have tasted each other… it was worth the wait.

I don’t want to hear from you again, and I will not contact you again. The hotel bill is settled so you needn’t worry about anything. We are now complete and there is nothing else left for us to do. I am glad I could call you Daddy, my online fuckbuddy and now, one of my real-life fuckbuddies. Have a good life. Kisses, Your Vinegar.”

I never heard from her again.