Sometimes I get asked by men to send images and videos for them to use as “inspiration” as a rule I resist these requests, especially from men I have never met. Sometimes though, I find it enticing to think about what they do while they are watching me.
The message notification sat on his screen, tantalizing him. Even though he was busy it’s contents still wormed their way into the corner of his mind. In moments of idleness, he found himself remembering her body and the sound of her moans as she was pleasured by her husband and himself. The night had been a last-minute thing. There had been an opportunity and he took the chance. No one was disappointed.
All day he tried to focus on his work, but the memory of her body and the taste of her juice kept stealing into his mind. He caught himself sitting idle more than once with his cock hard in his pants. During his lunch break he stole away and sat in the bathroom watching the clip. He had to mute the sound, but the image was enough. Her legs were spread wide her fingers worked over her little knob, the dildo moved in and out, thrusting just the way his cock had done just a week ago. Had it been that long? It seemed like longer.
Later that night when dinner was finished, and he had showered he lay naked in his bed. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of watching her. The clip was short, no more than thirty seconds but it was enough to make his cock rock hard in his hand. He began to stroke himself, gripping his shaft firmly moving his hand slowly up and down as he watched the dildo entering her. It made wet sounds lathered with her juice.
In the background the sounds of her moaning accompanied her finger working her clit. His hand shuffled faster as his arousal increased. He could almost taste her juice on his tongue. He remembered her hand on the back of his head pressing his tongue into her. As he worked her clit with his tongue her body writhed underneath him. Orgasms shuddered through her, and he felt her juice filling her mouth.
He played the video again, this time he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of her moans. His hand shuffled faster, gripping him tighter, the way her pussy had when he fucked her. As she neared her climax the intensity of her voice spurred him on. His arousal had been simmering all day barely held back by the demands of work and ordinary life. Now he let it flow through him. His hand shuffled up and down his cock following the familiar patterns of his arousal. He felt the intensity building. He held it back as long as he could, but the pressure became insistent.
One last time he hit repeat and lay back, listening to the soundtrack of her climax. His own climax built in time with hers. Heat and pressure building at the base of his cock. His balls contracted adding to the pressure. His breathing was hot and heavy ending in a small moan. In the background he heard her tone change. Deep guttural moans accompanied by a soft grunt. This time he didn’t hold back. His own orgasm pulsated out of him in hot waves. White liquid squirted out of the end of his cock covering his hand and hitting his chest. His body arched off the bed before the second jet released covering his hand with more of his jizz.
For long moments he lay, panting, his hand relaxed around his cock. A sheen of sweat covered his body before the chill of the air conditioning dried it. After shocks coursed through him and a final small dribble of jizz trickled out. The warmth of his orgasm filled his body from his toes to the top of his head. He took one last look at the final frame of the video. She lay with the dildo resting against her thigh, her hand resting on her sweet mound. If he listened carefully, he knew he would hear her heavy breathing just like his own. For moment it was like they were in the same room.
He may have dozed a little he was not sure. Long moments later he roused himself and moved to the bathroom to clean himself before carefully saving the clip and sliding into his bed. Sleep came quickly, with it came dreams filled with pussy and jizz.