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God, I’m so horny and I have no one to properly fuck my brains out, Isabella thought to herself as she gazed outside the large window of her studio in the Upper West Side. It was a gorgeous summer day and Isabella couldn’t deny the primal yearning stirring within her womb. She needed to get fucked properly, and while there were no doubt hordes of men who would be willing to satisfy that need for her, she couldn’t bring herself to go out hunting for that elusive lover since men were such an abysmal disappointment.
There were the men that barely lasted five minutes inside of her and had the audacity to claim that her ‘pussy was too tight’. Then there were the men that expected her to give them amazing oral sex but didn’t want to reciprocate the favor. After a few horrible and atrocious attempts at erotic, scintillating sex, Isabella had forfeited her voracious lustful desires and had plunged herself deep into work.
But today was different. Perhaps it was the sensual breeze wafting in from the open window or the erotic caresses of the sun’s rays, she wasn’t certain. All she knew was that she needed to fuck herself until her womb was sore the next day.
Her nipples were hard and tender, swollen against the rubbing of the cotton blouse that she had worn for work that day. How sad that the most arousing experience she had had in six months involved her going to work without a bra and getting aroused by the delicious friction that the cloth gave her.
Work had absolutely killed the potent sensuality and raw eroticism that had once thrived inside of her, but she definitely felt it coming back. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against the window and slowly pulled up her black pencil skirt. The throbbing in her womb was too strong for her to ignore; she brought her right hand down to her silky black panties and gingerly caressed her aching sex through the sheer fabric. She shivered upon the sensation of her middle finger grazing her damp, sensitive slit and the thought of someone avidly watching her from across the street passed through her mind, but she didn’t care. I hope they enjoy the show, she thought to herself as she began to fuck herself into oblivion.
Minutes passed in delicious tension; her finger coaxed more arousal to seep from her tight womb, her body viscerally reacting to the secret, taboo fantasies that she carefully hid from the world. Coveted fantasies of absolute surrender to the right dominant man that would use her well and thoroughly.
A loud moan escaped her as she imagined herself kneeling before her imaginary lover with her hands tied behind her back as he roughly face fucked her. In her deviant, erotic mind, the dominant man would be the perfect balance of sweet and dirty; he would have no hesitation calling her his sweet fuck doll, his beautiful whore, while he used her and fucked all of her tight, little holes. Filling her up with all of the hot, sweet cum that she craved.
A gasp escaped her before her toned legs trembled and her womb tightened in warning before the orgasm wracked her petite body and she came, hard. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure coursed through her, forcing her body to tremble all over. With shaky hands, she quickly took off her white blouse and let it fall to the floor before she slipped her silky black panties down to her knees and continued to pleasure herself. Only this time she slipped her middle finger inside of her hot, wet slit and curved her finger inward in the hope that she would stimulate her G-spot.
“I wish I had a big, fat cock fucking my slutty little pussy right now,” she said out loud to the empty, still studio. “Fuck me!”
She felt like a woman possessed as she imagined her imaginary dominant man bending her over the couch and spreading her pussy wide before he slid his long, thick cock inside of her. She would be so wet and ready for him, so immensely turned on that she wouldn’t need any foreplay at all. Her tits would sway as he fucked her deep and hard, pulling on her long, raven hair while he rubbed her little clit and whispered filthy, sumptuous delicacies into her ear.
After I fill this slutty little pussy up with my hot cum, I am going to slip my cock into your tight virgin ass and fuck you so hard until my cum is dripping from both of your holes. Making you my personal little cum bucket.
With that scintillating, kinky image seared into her brain, she buckled in surrender before her womb ached in absolute euphoria and she squirted all over herself, creating a small puddle on the floor in between her legs. Her legs trembled violently and the sexy, alluring sound of her squirt splashing against the hardwood floor turned her on immensely.
Her arousal, however, ended the moment she opened her eyes and cast her gaze outside just in time to see a figure quickly dart from the large window in the apartment right across from her. Shit, someone has been watching me, she frantically thought to herself as her entire body froze in panic. The carelessness that she had felt before dissipated and transformed into concern, forcing her to quickly move away from the window and recede to the couch where she was safely hidden from plain view.
She tried to forget the entire situation but even as she tried to distract herself with a fantasy novel, she couldn’t divert her mind from the realization that her neighbor had been secretly watching her masturbate. To her shock, the mere fact that she had accidentally attracted a voyeur aroused her immensely, to the point that her nipples hardened again and her womb began its incessant ache.
Setting the book on the black leather couch, she walked up to the large window and timidly looked outside, straight ahead to the apartment directly across from her. Surprise engulfed her entire petite body when she saw a poster board taped to the window with a phone number. Nothing else was written on it.
It was as if someone else were controlling her movements because Isabella picked up her cell phone from the kitchen counter and slowly dialed the number, not knowing what to expect at all. What if this guy was a total creep and started stalking her? He knew where she lived, obviously. After having had a horrible experience with a cyber stalker, Isabella knew better than to trust complete strangers, especially when it came to the opposite sex.
Despite all this, though, she couldn’t deny the adrenaline surging through her system as her heart rapidly raced and her hands shook from a mixture of intrigue and fear. When the ringing stopped and she heard a male voice take a deep breath, her eyes widened and her entire body froze in place.
“So she called. Good girl. I’m proud of you.”
His voice was deep and husky. For some reason, Isabella sensed that it belonged to an older man; his voice carried authority and respect as well as wisdom, something that younger men lacked. She was immobile as she stared out the window and intently gazed at the apartment across from her; from her vantage point, she could see a neat, tidy office room, complete with a desk and a bookcase that was filled to the brim with books. Her mysterious voyeur was nowhere to be seen, though.
“I usually don’t do these sort of things,” Isabella whispered. “I’m…I’m sorry for what you saw.”
A few tense moments transpired before her voyeur chuckled. “Sorry? You should never be sorry for embracing your sexuality. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me.”
A primal shudder coursed through Isabella at the thought of this stranger finding her sexy and desirable. While she wasn’t overweight or chubby, she was certainly no Victoria’s Secret model. She didn’t have that chiseled, toned stomach that she desired and her breasts were small and perky from having lost so much weight in the past two years. Men rarely checked her out on the street. And she didn’t blame them since there were much more beautiful, intoxicating women than her in this sprawling metropolis.
“It’s okay,” Isabella softly said. “Don’t be ashamed. I…kind of wanted someone to catch me.”
“You’re so beautiful. Your boyfriend is so lucky.”
Her cheeks flushed profusely. “No boyfriend. And thank you. There are way more sexy women out there, though.”
“Women that play games with you and fake orgasms? Yes, plenty of those. Women that have real orgasms and squirt all over the floor? Not enough of those, if you ask me.”
“Where are you?” she abruptly asked. “I can’t see you.”
He chuckled. “That’s the entire part of the allure, isn’t it? That I can see you but you can’t see me. I assure you that I’m not hideous looking. I notice women staring at me. Even men. I don’t like to be cocky about my physical appearance.”
“What are you wearing right now?”
She wasn’t sure why she asked that question, but she needed to know. The more she talked to him, the more she found herself turned on. Her body was clearly reacting to his sensual, masculine voice and she couldn’t help but lower her right hand to her petal soft lips.
“You need an image to fantasize about?” His voice was huskier now, a little more firm. “If I tell you what I am wearing, will you take off your clothes for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she quickly said. “One second.”
This was crazy. She shouldn’t be doing this. How could she be sure that anything he told her was the truth? But she couldn’t deny the thrill of mystery that surrounded this stranger with the sexy, hypnotic voice. After hastily removing the black tank top and black cotton undies, she shivered in anticipation of hearing his alluring voice again.
“Good girl. You are so obedient. I love that.” He paused before saying, “I am wearing a white collared dress shirt with black slacks.”
“What kind of shoes?”
“Black leather double monk shoes.” He laughed. “Got a shoe fetish?”
“I do, actually. I’ve always wanted to kneel down before a nicely dressed dominant man and lick his sexy shoes.”
“Hm.” He seemed to contemplate this for a few moments before he said, “You sound quite submissive. Am I correct?”
“Yes.” She gulped. “I’ve…never shared that side of myself with a man.”
“You feel like you can’t trust them.”
She nodded. “Correct.”
“And what does your intuition tell you about me? Can I be trusted?”
The answer slipped out of her lips before she could even think about it. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Very good. Would you like to play a little game?”
Isabella’s heart raced in its little ribcage. “What kind of game?”
“A game where I instruct you what to do. I promise you will enjoy it immensely. Do you promise to do everything I tell you?”
She hesitated for a moment before she said, “Yes. I promise.”
“Excellent. Are there any hard limits that you have? Be honest.”
Isabella couldn’t help but laugh as she thought of the short list of kinks and fetishes that she wasn’t into. “No scat. No being called pig or worthless. No rough anal.” She felt herself blush in shame. “I’m…a virgin.”
“You are so adorable. Yet so fucking sexy. Have you ever used a toy for that tight little virgin ass?”
She shivered upon hearing his dirty yet sweet words. “No, sir.”
“I will respect all of your limits. Any more that you may have?”
She quickly ran down the remainder of the short list. “No punching. Not into felching. No fisting. That’s it, really. Oh, and I can’t do public bathroom sex. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous.”
“What if it was cleaned spotless and smelled good?”
A tiny smile tugged at her lips. “Then I would consider it.”
“So if I wrapped my big hand around your small, pale neck and pinned you against the wall, you would enjoy that?”
Isabella’s eyes rolled back and her right hand skimmed her bare, pink labia. “I would love that so much.”
“Mm. I want you to slowly rub that little clit in small, concentric circles. Make sure to rub it nice and slow. Don’t go too fast. Pretend that I am right behind you, avidly watching your every move.”
“Yes, sir.”
Imagining that he was right behind her, intently watching her masturbate, forced her to spread her legs further and lean her ass out more. Her voyeur seemed to enjoy this because he hummed in approval.
“Good little slut.” His husky, deep voice rumbled in her ear, his words reverberating throughout her highly sensitive body. “What do you fantasize about when you touch yourself?”
Isabella gasped as she slowly rubbed her puffy, aroused clit. “I think about a respectful dominant man owning me. Using me as his little devoted toy and fucking all of my holes.”
He paused for a few pregnant moments before he asked, “Are you real?”
She immediately stopped touching herself and stared outside the window. “What do you mean? Of course, I’m real, sir.”
“I just can’t believe my luck that such a beautiful, genuine submissive woman is talking to me right now. I’ve looked for you everywhere.”
Isabella smiled before she started rubbing her clitoris again. “Do you want to come over and see me in the flesh?”
“Tempting, but I can’t.”
The way he said those words made Isabella realize that he was in a compromising position. Sadness engulfed her as she yet again accepted the bitter fact that all the amazing, worthwhile men were always taken. Her arousal evaporated and the desire to continue this game with this sexy stranger dissipated.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”
He seemed to contemplate her words before he asked, “What if I stood in front of the window? Would that change your mind?”
Excitement flushed through Isabella. “That’s not necessary, but I admit, I would really like that.”
“Very well.” He sighed and said, “I hate to inform you that I am much older than you. I hope that doesn’t ruin anything.”
She was about to say that she preferred older men when she finally set her gaze on him as he appeared before the window. He was tall, athletic and had salt and pepper hair that contrasted perfectly with his fair skin. He was gorgeous. He looked very much like the respectful dominant that starred in her most sinful fantasies. Just like he described, he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. He smiled and waved at her and she waved back in a daze.
“You’re stunning,” she whispered. “Your wife is so lucky.”
He laughed. “You’re too kind, sweet girl. Does my little exhibitionist have a name?”
“Isabella. That’s my real name.”
“I’m Kieran. Real name as well.” His gaze hovered on her and she shivered at the way his gaze penetrated her soul, igniting her lust. “Shall we continue with the game?”
“You won’t be interrupted?”
Kieran chuckled. “Not for another few hours.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’m on.”
“Good girl. Go back to circling that little clit for me. Nice and slow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Isabella kept her gaze on Kieran despite the wave of nervousness surging through her body. Now that she could see her dominant man eagerly watching her, it was much easier to show off for him. Not to mention much more exciting and arousing for her as well. She brought her right hand down to her aching, damp labia and slowly rubbed her clitoris in tight, concentric circles. A gasp escaped her as more arousal seeped from her cunt, flooding her in more liquid heat.
“Yes.” His voice rumbled deliciously in her ear. “Just like that. Tease yourself. I want to see how long you last before you gush.” He paused before he asked, “Do you like name calling? Not counting those words you mentioned as your limits.”
“Yes,” she breathlessly said. “I love it so much. It turns me on immensely.”
“Good. Because you’re my beautiful little slut now. Do you want to see me touch myself?”
A loud, visceral moan escaped her. “Yes, please!”
“Very well then. Just for you and only you.”
She intently watched as he undid the button to his slacks and pulled down his zipper to take out his beautiful, long and thick cock. More arousal flooded her core as a primal shiver of pleasure wracked her petite body. She imagined her hands tied securely behind her back, kneeling before him as he fed her his cock and balls. Slurping and gagging on his cock, her eyes welling up with tears was an image that was extremely unappealing to many women but to Isabella, it was her favorite carnal desire.
“What are you thinking about, my darling little whore?” Kieran asked. “Perhaps we are fantasizing about the same exact thing?”
Isabella moaned before she said, “I’m thinking about kneeling before you and gagging on your cock, slobbering all over you until my eyes tear up and my tongue is resting against your balls. I just love to worship a beautiful cock.”
“Mm. Fuck.” Kieran groaned. “You’re perfect. I was imagining the same scenario. What color are your eyes?”
Isabella smiled as a thought popped up in her deviant mind. “Would you like to see them yourself via Skype?”
“God, I would,” he quickly said. “Do you have an iPhone? We could FaceTime.”
“Yes, I do. That sounds good.” Isabella stopped touching herself as excitement thrummed in her body. “I’ll hang up and you can video call me, okay?”
“See you soon, beautiful.”
Adrenaline surged through Isabella at the thought of seeing his handsome, fit body on her screen. She probably wouldn’t last very long with the tantalizing, erotic image of him stroking himself, but she was going to try her best to last as long as she could. She knew that the more she prolonged her pleasure, the better her orgasm would be. So much more cum would squirt out of her as well. It seemed that Kieran was immensely turned on by her ability to squirt.
After quickly placing a blanket on the floor along with a pillow, she lied down on the hardwood floor and patiently waited for Kieran to video call her. When his number appeared on her phone screen, excitement pulsed through her as she quickly accepted the video call.
“Hey,” she excitedly said. “Now you can see my eyes.”
Kieran was silent for a moment as he gazed at her. Isabella couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of his handsome, clean-shaven face staring back at her. He was even more gorgeous up close, with solemn yet gentle ocean blue eyes and an olive pale complexion. At first, Isabella feared that he was disappointed by what he saw until he angled the phone downward so that she could see his steel hard erection poking out through the fly of his slacks.
“I love your eyes,” he tautly whispered. “They’re so beautiful. You make me so hard. I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks.”
Isabella shivered as she imagined his sexy, fit body shuddering before his thick, warm ropes of cum spilled out of him. “Thank you, sir. Why is that?”
He wrapped his right hand around the base of his long, veiny cock and slowly stroked the base, eliciting a moan from Isabella. “I’ve been so busy working. I’ve had no time for myself. Plus my family always keeps me busy.”
You should be with me instead, she immediately thought to herself as she slowly lowered the phone down to her petite, thin body. To her delight, he groaned in approval when she spread her legs to expose her bare, drenched labia.
“God, you have such a sexy body and a beautiful pussy. If I were your boyfriend, I’d be eating that pussy all day long and fucking it all night. How do you like to get your pussy fucked?”
Isabella hesitated before she asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to ignore your question, but may I touch myself for you?”
“Of course.”
“Okay.” She shivered in excitement before she said, “Whatever position you prefer. I love to pleasure my partner. I do love getting fucked hard and deep, though. I love getting my hair pulled and getting my neck bitten.”
“I would bend you over the counter and pull aside those panties to fuck you so hard until that beautiful little pussy squirted all over my cock. Rub that puffy little clit again for me.”
Isabella bit her lower lip as she slowly and gently rubbed her highly aroused clitoris. Her womb throbbed incessantly, demanding release, but she denied herself the orgasm and instead stared at the delicious sight of Kieran fucking himself with his hand. There was a thick, fat drop of pre-cum on the tip of his swollen head and he used it as lubrication for his cock.
“Your cock is so beautiful, sir,” she said in a raspy whisper. “I wish you were riding my face right now. Filling my throat with your perfect cock.”
“I would love to do that to you. Making you my beautiful little cock whore. Feeding you my cock and balls.”
Isabella focused on her breathing as she continued to slowly rub her puffy little clit. She loved watching Kieran’s large, masculine hand wrapped around his veiny, throbbing cock. Hearing the wet, slippery sound of his hand working his beautiful cock was making Isabella whimper and squirm on her apartment floor like a wanton in heat.
“Slide your middle finger inside of that drenched, tight pussy, my little slut,” he said. “Finger fuck yourself and pretend my cock is teasing your cunt.”
A loud moan escaped her when she slid her middle finger completely inside of her slick, tight opening. “Kieran.” She gasped as she violently shuddered all over. “I am so fucking wet for you.”
“Yes, say my name,” he hissed. “Scream my name out when you come. My dirty little cum slut.”
The way this man talked to her was plucked straight out of her fantasies. The wet, squishy sounds of her finger slowly sliding in and out of her drenched hole and the scintillating, erotic sight of him jerking off were quickly bringing her to the edge of a potent, visceral orgasm. But she didn’t want to come so fast. She considered herself lucky that she could come so quickly and be able to enjoy multiple orgasms, but she wanted to come with him.
“Sir, I am holding back my orgasm for you,” she said. “I want us to both come together. Is that okay?”
“Of course it is. I am so close myself. You are too fucking sexy. Fuck that pussy harder and I will blow my load all over myself.”
Isabella moaned as she intently watched him unbutton his long sleeve collared blouse to unveil his taut, sinewy body before he continued to jerk himself off. She licked her lips as she imagined herself bouncing on top of him, his long fingers digging into her ass before she came so hard on him, squirting her cum all over his sexy chest so that she could lick every delicious, succulent drop.
“I wish I were bouncing on top of you right now,” she said in a raspy whisper. “My tits swaying and my entire body trembling before I squirt my pussy juice all over your chest so that I can lick up the sexy mess. Would you like that, sir?”
“Fuck yes.” He growled. “I’d let you squirt on me all night, all the times you wanted. I want my entire body drenched in your squirt.” He hissed as his hips jerked and his cock twitched in his hand. “I’m going to come so hard for you.”
“Kieran,” she tautly whispered before she shuddered in surrender. “Kieran, I’m coming.”
She closed her eyes and screamed his name out loud as her womb clenched and ecstasy paralyzed her petite body before she squirted so hard, her clear cum gushing out of her and seeping into the blanket beneath her. She opened her eyes just in time to hear Kieran moan and watch his cock jerk in his fist before he spurted his hot seed all over himself, coating his firm stomach and chest in his white-hot cum. So much cum gushed out of him and the erotic sight of it coaxed yet another orgasm from Isabella, only this time more cum squirted out of her, spraying her inner thighs in the clear, slick release.
“Kieran,” she moaned as she shuddered all over. “I need your cock, baby. I need it so bad.”
“My little fuck doll. I wish you were here to eat all the cum that spurted out just for you. That was so fucking sexy.”
Isabella brought her drenched hand to her mouth to suck on her fingers that were dripping with her cum. She made sure to bring the camera up to her face so that he could see her ardently sucking her cum drenched fingers. Kieran growled and brought the camera up to his handsome face.
“I wish I were there right now, fucking that tight little pussy and claiming it as mine.” He paused for a moment before he said, “You’re still horny, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Isabella’s voice wavered as her body continued to spasm from exquisite pleasure. “No matter how much I come from touching myself, it’s never enough.”
A few tenuous seconds passed before he said, “I have a proposition. You have to promise that you will only agree to it if you feel one hundred percent comfortable with it and genuinely desire it.”
~To be concluded in Part 2~
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