Sex Addicts

I know what you want, even if you aren’t willing to admit it. You sit there on the other side of the screen from me, wearing your tattered robe and old slippers, which is perfect, because I’m just wearing a ratty old pair of shorts and t-shirt. It is our version of going out on a Saturday night and who the hell is going to see us so what’s the point.

We exchange pleasantries with one another using the chat box on the screen, as we have been doing for months.

“What are you doing tonight?” I ask opening the floor, testing the waters.

“Nothing. I’m just hanging with you I suppose. Where’s your wife?” You respond getting a lay of the land.

My reply is short and sweet (just like you), “Out.”

The small talk continues and you ask,  “Did you see Jersey Shore last night?”

You nicely avoided the first perfect opportunity to flirt with me. You never give in that easy, sometimes not at all. But I know you want it just as much as I do sometimes.

Further pushing my luck I surmise, “I bet You probably just want to jump on Ron and ride him like a bull.”

“Oh hush you!”

Damn, she did it again. I want to get off on her chocolaty black ass tonight. I need to pique her interest, so I decide to suggest a scenario for her. “What would you do if you saw Ron tied to bed and blind folded totally naked with a big hard log lying across his belly?” 

Ever the deflector, you respond flatly “That’s not going to happen.”

I don’t let you off the hook so easily, “What would you do?”

“I’d walk away and shut the door.”

My reply was pre-typed even before you answered, “You lie!”

I know you are smiling, so you open the door for me to go on, “So what do you think I would do then Mr. Smarty pants?”

“You would shut the door, that much is true, probably lock it…from the inside. Then you would walk to the edge of the bed, reach over and touch his cock, just to test the waters. Hearing no objection, I bet you would stroke it a little to see what happens.”

I could tell you had predetermined your response even before I was finished, as you know me too well, “You are insane!”

I continue with my wild scenario, “You’d see a smile on his face and feel his dick firming in the palm of your hand. I know how you like a nice big fat cock. You would probably run his shaft between your lips and under your nose like a fine Cuban cigar and then you would wrap your mouth around the head.”

You reply sharply, “Are you getting off on your own bullshit?”

I guess it is now time to figure out whether I have made any progress. “Of course I am. Are you? Tell me you aren’t a little wet?”

A minute or two go by. I’ve either offended you, which I highly doubt, or you’ll take the bait. Being two states apart and unable to see one another, I figure what’s the downside; the worst that can happen is you will just tell me to fuck off. It wouldn’t be the first time or the last. It’s what I like best about us, we just cut through all the romantic crap and the emotional burden, to just cut to the chase. You’re either horny, getting there, or your not. It’s that simple.

And then your moment of truth, “Maybe I am a little wet, but can I tell you something?” Then a pause, followed by, “ I’m not thinking about Ron right now.”

Time to bring you into my fantasy, “I know what you are thinking about.” I state this as if it is common knowledge and that it as obvious as if it is written all over the screen.

You confess immediately, “I want to see your cock.”

And there it is. Zero to sixty just like that. I knew you’d see it my way. We are two fucking perverted sex addicts looking for our next climatic high together.

The truth is I like you, but not in a romantic way, and I’m pretty confident that you feel likewise. You are a nice chick, smart and fun, but we are nothing alike. You are short and black. I’m tall and white- really white- caused by a lack of pigmentation in my skin. You are mature for your 22 years, and I’m immature for my 38, which I suppose means we probably average out at 30 years between us.

But for all our differences, we agree on one thing, when we are looking for a virtual fuck, we know when and where to find one another. It’s an interesting commitment to a noncommittal relationship. Tonight I plan to have us swimming in our own cum because that is what gets you and I off. You know it and I know it.

Time to amp up this conversation and I ask, “Do you want to see me stroke my big cock for you, huh?” I love typing the word “cock” because I know it drives you crazy. “I suppose you are just sitting in front of that computer of yours wearing nothing but that old robe.”

Then comes the admission of guilt, “Yes, so what?”

I want to excite you so my fingers bang out on the keyboard, “I want you to open it up and show me your big tits and dripping pussy.”

A instant later, you admit, “I did that already.”

“Are you playing with your nipples?”

Even though it’s just text, I can feel you falling into bed with me, “Uh-huh. I know you like it when I do that. They are all hard and shit. Are you going to show me what I want to see?”

Now starts the fun, where we play with each other, teasing and taunting on another. I tell you what you want to hear, “Oh, so you want to see my cock now?”

“No. I know you want to show it to me and I’m going to let you,” you reply equal to the challenge. It’s a battle of our minds as much as it is a physical wager.

I know you are partially right. I do want to show it to you, but I know that you get off on it even more than I do, so I oblige and turn on my web camera. My smiling mug appears on your screen. I grin smugly at the camera and then adjust the camera angle down my chest, centering the lens on the protruding appendage from my pubic. It fills the center of your screen.

“Oh yes Sweetie, that’s what I want. It looks good enough to eat. Rub that cock for me nice and slow.” I read your text slowly, my fist mimicking my eyes and your words.

“ Is it making you wet Babe?” I ask hoping to draw out insights of how your body is responding to my peep show.

“Oh fuck yes! I’m rolling my clit around between my fingers now.” Your reply might as well have been in caps, as it reverberated around my mind.

“You are such a slut,” I type daringly, knowing that you like it when I talk dirty to you.

I can tell you are hot and your reply confirms my suspicion, “I’m your slutty toy, now call my name Jason. Say it. SAY IT”!

“I wish I could lick that sloppy pussy of yours Rene. Do you want to hear me moaning your name Rene?” I ask in a pleading sort of tone. I know your body electrifies when I moan your name during our interludes.

“Yes, I want to hear you SCREAM my name.”

My cock was stretching at its seams but it isn’t nearly ready to blow. I need more virtual reality. You are so fucking hot when you get this horny and I can feel that you want it just as much as I do now. I press the call button on messenger and I hear my computer ringing yours.

After three rings, you answer, “You are such a dirty man? What would your wife say if she walked in on us right now?”

“Let’s not find out. She’ll be back any minute, so you are going have to be good,” I knew my wife was on her way home, “and quick!”

The momentary silence is broken by an exchange of sighs while we stroke our genitalia, each of us listening intently and sensing the other’s progression. We can feel the water balloons filling inside one another.

“I want to watch you frigging with that juicy clit of yours.” I say in a deeply husky voice.

“No you won’t. You won’t get me to turn on my cam,” you manage between moans, your dignity hanging by a thread.

You have never let me see you on screen. If there is one thing I have always admired is your ability to stay true to yourself. None of that prevents me from asking you, attempting to wear you down further. Hell it took six months before you and I ever experimented together, but we got there. We trust one another, on which everything else is based.

“Do you like watching me stroke my cock for you Rene?”

“You know I do. Rub that cock like it’s going in my mouth and down my throat.”

“It is leaking for you. I bet you want to taste it so bad.”

“I would suck the cum out of your cock like I would drink a milkshake. Slow and hard.” You say the words slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each and every syllable.

“Imagine my flickering tongue all over your greasy slit. I want to swallow every drop and play with that clit of yours inside my mouth. Tugging at it with my lips.”

“Oh fuck baby…lick my sloppy pussy. I’m soaked.”

My own pace is increasing as my rigid shaft and swollen tip turned a deep shade of purple. I am imagining fucking you so hard. I can feel my own cum beginning to flood my pipe. My desire to get off with you is so intense; there is no turning back.

“Finger that pussy of yours. You are such a fucking nasty slut.” I curse reaching into the deepest and darkest realms of my mind to conjure virtual images for you.

“You like it when I’m a slut. I’m your naughty slut. When are you going to fuck me? I want that cock inside my tight cunt.”

“Do you think you could take all of this cock?” My hips lift pushing my glistening tool toward the camera lens filling your screen with its spectacle.

“Oh yes, shove it in me. Fill my god damn pussy with all that meat. Fuck me hard.” Your voice is angry and full of want.

My pace increases further still, my fist now a blur on the computer screen. I can feel I’m closing in on ejaculation.

“I want to see your fingers fucking your sappy pussy. I want to watch you cum into the palm of your hand. I want to see you squirt!” I can’t believe the words I’m saying to a complete stranger.

“Oh fuck yes… I’m so close….Jason….Fuck me more. Fuck me harder!” Your voice is desperate now.

“Me too Rene. I want to cum with you. But I want to see your pussy so I can cum in it, and all over it.”

“Is that what you want? To see my black pussy spilling its cum? Squirting all over the cam?” Your voice is drenched in lust.

“Yes! You are my slutty whore now fucking turn on your cam!” which comes across in a life or death sort of order, and not a request.

A moment later I see a pop up on my screen asking me to accept an invitation to view your webcam. I nearly explode. I can’t believe you did it. I quickly accept before you change your mind.

I interrupt you as you are adjusting the screen down from your eyes, so full of hunger and your mouth gaping wide. Your breasts are so plump with large dark nipples, like a pair of giant 200-watt stereo speakers. I could bury my face in those gigantic breasts for hours and swallow those enflamed nipples whole.

The camera lowers and reveals your tuft of black pubic hair and your rich creamy thighs spread wide across the chair. Your other hand is between your legs, your fingers pointing to the floor, rubbing up and down and then in circles around your light pink pussy. I can see droplets coating your fingers in a slick lather.

You continue moving the camera and then appear to place it on the floor in front of you. I am looking up between your legs, your ass sitting on the edge of the chair, your robe hanging in the fray. You giant tits are hanging just above the exhibition of your throbbing engorged pussy and tiny little cunt hole. I look you in the eye, watching your expression change as you loose control of your body to me. I want it all. I want to suck it, fuck it, and have it squirt all over me.

All I have to do is say the words, “Cum for me baby. I want you to squirt that pussy all over me.”

You high pitched voice begins screaming, “Oh yes….I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

I marvel as your hips lift from the chair and your pussy begins gushing into your hand, liquid silk running between your fingers quickly staining your darkly colored robe just below your ass as your juice spills out.

“Where do you want me to cum Baby?” I want to hear you begging for it.

“Cum all over me Sweetie. Shower me in your cum. Do it now. Cum on me Sweetie!”

“Oh Rene. Oh fuck! Here is comes!”

Ropes of white cum are thrown from the enlarged purple head of my cock across the screen landing on my chest and down my abdomen. My legs are twitching as my loins release their thick seed into the open air for you to view.

“Oh yes Sweetie, cum on me just like that. Do it harder. Do it again!” You say with much lustful encouragement. I can tell you aren’t done cumming yet and want me to help you bring you to another orgasm.

I continue spurting rope after rope until my torso is spray painted in white molten gelatin.

“Oh god….I’m cumming again.” You announce with triumphant pleasure.

“Cum in my mouth babe. Put it all over my lips. Drown me in all that sweet pussy cum of yours.”

You hand starts splashing around madly in and against your sodden pussy. You cunt is secreting waves of luscious cum, one gush after another, and I can see it dripping from your hole, and your fingers are unable to contain the flow as it spatters to the floor, a few drops hitting the lens.

“Suck that pussy. Clean it good for me.” You beg gasping for breath, prolonging your orgasm.

My cock is still leaking and I’m playing with it. “I want you to lick all my white gooey cum off of me you fucking cum slut.”

My fingers spread my cum like jam on toast across my body as you do the same, smearing your juices around your nipples, making them shine like ripe grapes.

“You are so fucking wicked Rene.”

“Me? I’m 22 and supposed to be doing this shit. You are the one who is married and old. You are the pervert here Jason.”

“I’m shutting off the cam. I’m a fucking mess.”

“Okay.”

The screen freezes and moments later the text box once again springs to life.

I ask, “See you tomorrow?”

Your reply is easy going and friendly,” Yes. Good night Sweetie!”

I can’t resist, “You’re a sex addict.”

Your instinctive reply, “Fuck you,” but we both know you are joking.

“Is that another invitation?” I query and I finish with a smiley face and shutdown the chat window. I turn around to go clean up and I’m shocked to see my wife standing in the doorway clapping her hands in sarcastic admiration of my performance.

“Bravo! Bravo!” It’s plainly obvious that she isn’t asking for an encore. Shit.