A true story that began on a dating website call Plenty of Fish, which developed and continued for a few years.
I swapped a few messages with Sarah, it was a slow start, I could tell she was shy and finding her confidence.
She’d recently come out of a relationship, was busy at work in the estate agents, and where she went out in the small town centre, everyone knew each other, so she’d decided to try online.
She was a couple of years older than me in her mid 40’s, said she had dark hair, green eyes, curves that were a bit more curvy than they’d been in recent years.
We didn’t swap any pictures for a few weeks, we just gradually got to know each other and Sarah started to get less shy and more open about what she enjoyed, what she liked in life and in the bedroom.
One day, after months of our messages becoming more frequent and more risqué, Sarah surprised me and said she wanted to chat off the website and use an App called K*I*K.
I’d never heard of it, but she said a woman at work used it and that there was the option to send pics and be alerted to messages. I said we could use Whats*App but she didn’t want to swap numbers.
Sarah told me her username and I installed the app, it was such a turn on the see her first message come through, her name being a combination of Sarah and her date of birth.
We chatted even more regularly and then one Friday evening, she said she was in the pub with her sister in law - Laura, who wanted to know who was making Sarah laugh and smile and also blush, with his messages.
Sarah asked me to send her a face pic, which was the first time and I was a little nervous, given my job and the messages we’d exchanged.
I told her to send one of her in the pub and then it went quiet for an hour or so. I wondered if I’d made a mistake or if Sarah was a guy, or if she’d been chatted up in the bar, my mind went all over the place.
Then a message came though, she’d been on her phone so much that it had died and now she was back at her sister in law’s, they were drinking wine in the kitchen.
I could tell by the number of typos, that Sarah was a bit d*unk and then it was clear she’d passed her phone to Laura, who was also messaging me from Sarah’s account, but ending her messages with L.
The banter continued for a while and got more and more filthy, it was obvious that Laura was more confident than Sarah, or perhaps more d*unk.
Then a voice message arrived, it was Laura who introduced herself and I could hear who I assumed was Sarah laughing in the background.
Then a picture suddenly arrived, two d*unk smiling ladies, one with dark hair, the other with blonde hair, both holding a large glass of red.
Then another voice message arrived, demanding to see what I looked like. I took a face pic and sent it. Another pic arrived, this time Sarah was pouting and Laura was laughing.
Then a video message arrived, with Laura saying that Sarah wanted to know if I was as big as she’d imagined. Sarah was laughing and Laura was enjoying being the naughty one.
I took a picture of the bulge in my jeans and sent it, another video message arrived. They were going to make themselves comfortable on the sofa and they were going to call me using the webcam functionality.
5 minutes later my phone rang, the app showed the two of them up close on my screen, both giggling.
Sarah had found a bit of confidence, probably from the red wine, and demanded that I prop the phone up and then use both hands to slowly unbuckle my jeans, but no more.
I’d never done anything like this, my online experience had been writing messages, sending suggestive pics, but not even a video and here I was, live streaming to two very d*unk and very horny but attractive women.
I propped my phone up but started chatting to them, until Laura said that I was just stalling and to stand up so they could see the bulge in my jeans.
I did as I was told and was unexpectedly turned on, my cock was straining, but I was reluctant to do more. Sarah told me to trace the outline through my jeans. I felt more comfortable doing that, which then made me even harder.
Sarah and Laura started discussing what they were seeing and then Sarah said she was going back in to the kitchen for another bottle of red.
I asked Laura where her husband was, Sarah’s brother, and whether he’d be OK with what was happening. Laura said he was out with his mates, wouldn’t be back until the early hours and would be too d*unk to be of any use to her.
Laura then told me to make my cock through my jeans without touching it. I did as I was told and she made a murmur of approval.
Sarah returned and asked what had been happening so Laura told her, to which Sarah demanded I repeated the thro*bing so that she would watch.
Laura then said I should unbuckle and to stop stalling, to do as I was told, or didn’t I find them attractive enough. I found my hands fumbling with my belt buckle, as I nervously pulled my belt apart.
Then Sarah shouted unzip, but then she said more quietly, to do it slowly. I lowered my zip really slowly and my jeans fell apart.
Laura told Sarah she needed a top up, so Sarah filled her glass and then her own, leaving me stood there, unbuckled, unzipped and thr*bbing in a way I’d never experienced.
I’d handed over control in a way I’d never done before, not even in person, I’d become the personal p*rn show for two strangers, one who I’d been messaging for months and the other who I’d only messaged that evening.
It was Laura’s turn, they seemed to be making a demand at a time. She told me drop my jeans by slowly sliding them down my thighs. I did as I was told and they both leaned forwards, then looked at each other.
It was Sarah’s turn, make it throb she said, let me see it straining inside those tight black briefs. My cock thr*bbed on it’s own as it responded to Sarah’s voice.
It was Laura’s turn again, trace your fingers along the shaft she said, and trace your nails around the tip. I was now well out of my comfort zone, I’d never done anything like this or even spoken or messaged about it.
I hesitated and Laura told me not to be shy, she told me what to do again but added, that I shouldn’t cum. My cock was so hard that I couldn’t have cum even if I’d wanted to. I traced my fingers along my length and then drifted a finger nail around my tip, which made me thr*b.
Sarah and Laura were both enjoying themselves, their own personal show with a second bottle of red, all from the comfort of Laura’s sofa. Sarah’s phone was propped up against something on the coffee table, and they were both looking at each other.
Laura looked at Sarah, looked at the phone screen and then looked back at Sarah. It’s your turn she said, make him do it.
Sarah looked at me on her phone screen and as if she was delaying for time she said, she wanted to watch me turn around slowly so that she could see my bum, but when I was back facing them, I was to release my cock from my briefs and that she wanted to see it really bounce.
The alcohol was making Sarah more confident than I’d ever known her and I was wishing I had more beer to hand. I slowly turned around and showed them my buttocks and then I heard Laura’s voice telling me to keep turning.
I want to see it said Sarah, make it bounce when you release it she repeated. I was straining hard and it took one hand to loosen the waistband of my briefs and the other to release my cock.
It bounced hard as I did so and then it thr*bbed and thr*bbed again.
Sarah and Laura leaned forward again, Laura took a mouthful of her red wine and I saw Sarah lick her lips, then take a drink.
I was stood there, exposed on a webcam, my cock exposed and thr*bbing on a phone screen, doing exactly as I was told, doing as I was being directed. I wasn’t used to this but I was unusually and incredibly turned on, my cock was dripping with precum and I was wondering just what was going to happen next…
Then I suddenly and unexpectedly heard another voice. It said I just had to see this. Laura told me she’d invited another friend to watch, a neighbour who’d been in the pub with the two of them earlier.
I was introduced to ‘Busty’ Sarah, which was some nickname, given my Sarah was hardly flat chested.
Busty leant over the back of the sofa, her face appearing between Sarah and Laura’s.
She must have noticed my eyes focus on the cleavage spilling out of the top of her neckline. She asked me if I liked them and I admitted that I did.
Busty then asked the two of them if I was really doing everything they asked. Sarah nodded and Laura said yes he is, he’s been very good and we’ve not shown him anything, but he’s been hard for over half an hour.
Busty stood up a little and let her boobs hang down in her top, she saw me throb.
Lift your cock up and let it drop for me. I did as I was told, I was so hard that it hurt when it dropped. Do it again Busty said. I did. Do it again, but lift it all the way up and hold it there, don’t drop it until I say now.
I held it there between my fingers and then I heard the command of now, I let my cock fall and it bounced hard.
He’s really good isn’t he said Busty. Sarah and Laura laughed and giggled. You need a glass of wine said Laura. I certainly do said Busty, this is not the evening I was expecting.
She wasn’t the only one, I now had three d*unk, horny and attractive women, enjoying making their own p*orn. I was still nervous and I could only imagine where this was going… |
