[M/F] Rimming my GF while she skyped her ex boyfriend :D

So I (25m) recently got out of a 2 year relationship with a very kinky girl (26f). We explored and experimented with a lot of things and I wanted to share one of the most exhilarating experiences I had with her last spring: giving her her first rimjob while she’s on skype with her ex boyfriend:

Boring back story, skip this if you don’t care:

So Sarah didn’t exactly leave her ex on the best of terms, they were each other’s first, middleschool friends, teenage sweethearts, together for like 3 years. And half way through he got sucked into online gaming and became an ass, never abusive, just neglected her, ignored her, was inconsiderate, and overall just a dick. When she broke up with him he hardly cared. She still cared about him as a friend, but was so pissed at how it ended.

Fast forward to last year, he contacts her out of the blue, saying he’s finally moving on with his life, growing up a bit, moving out of his parents, place, going to uni, getting his shit back together and he wanted to apologize to her about how things ended and maybe rebuild a friendship. Now she had mellowed out enough about it to at least talk to him a bit, and start a conversation, which was all fine and dandy.

Now normally I’m not a jealous man, I’m actually pretty open all things considered, but this grinded on me a tad. I mean, her first love, her first lover, teenage sweethearts, etc, etc, kind of got to me a tad. I’m not proud, but I did feel a bit of a need to exert dominance over the situation. So when I heard he wanted to skype her and see her for the first time in forever, I hatched a plan.

Fun parts tarts about here: About 4 days before the skype date was supposed to happen, I told her I wanted to do some denial play, and she was down for experimenting. We did a lot of foreplay, petting making out, but never sex, and I never ever got her off. Even when I assumed she’s close I would stop. The first day was simple enough but the second day I upped my game, sending naughty texts, naughty pics, playful petting and stimulation in the mornings and evenings just to get her riled up but never finished it. By the third day, she was so honey and sensitive, she shivered when people brushed by her by accident. But of course I kept it up. I had a plan after all.

On the day of, I told her we were going out for a dinner date, the fanciest play I know, and she needs to dress to kill, and boy did she ever, a deep blue Marciano spaghetti strap dress that hugged her around the ribs to push her breasts to look like Ds instead of Bs. It was a low cut to so her cleavage looked like you could lose your head into it. Plus I got her a trip to the salon to do her hair, and she curled her usually straight blond hair into very elegant curls, reaching down to her chest (Something like this hairstyle, just a little bit longer: http://pophaircuts.com/images/2014/10/Blunt-Layered-Long-Hair-Styles-Women-Long-Hairstyles-2015.jpg). She turned every single head in the restaurant, and boy it was awesome.

Of course the dress gave me full access to her during dinner and boy did I take advantage of that. Soft petting, brushing, teasing touches and tickles on her inner thigh, her shins, and the back of her knees. I dipped two fingers into her pussy and drenched my fingers in her juices, before having her taste herself when I fed her a strawberry for dessert. I made her an hour late for the skype date and the ex was the last thing on her mind by the time dinner was done.

But of course, I wasn’t going to let that happen, I had a plan.

I managed to get her home without getting raped in the car and reminded her of her skype date with the ex. She says she doesn’t want to but I’m firm “you should catch up, he deserves at least a chance to properly apologise to your face” she says I guess and moves on to get changed, and I go: “no no, you’re already late by an hour, and besides you look amazing” so she says okay and sets up her laptop at the kitchen table. I could just see his face on her screen when the camera turned on and by god did his mouth drop. No longer was this his highschool sweetheart girl he knew, but a blond bombshell of a woman, oozing sex appeal.

As they chatted I set up the couch, cushions, the side table, turned up the heat just a bit more, etc. before going over to introduce myself (still dressed up of course). The guy was nice enough, seemed pretty decent, and much better than all the stories I’ve heard when he was a recluse. But after the initial pleasantries, I told them I had to jump out for a bit and might be a while before I get back. I then gave Sarah a super deep kiss, the kind that leaves that trail of saliva after you let go. That kiss made her knees jerk, and she looked at me and knew, I wasn’t going anywhere. Then I said:

“You should move to the couch, its more comfy.” And went off camera She nods obediently and brings the laptop over.

The way I set it up, when she sat down the cushions would push her just so her whole ass was just hanging off the edge. The computer was on the table I set up beside, but from the angle and height, it would appear to have been just beside her at stomach level, and when she reclined, the only thing in screen was her top half, from the breasts up to her face.

As she sat, I put my hand over the camera on the laptop, and reached down and pulled her straps off her shoulders, and moved her hair to cover her now exposed breasts. Just enough so it seemed innocent, but if she moved too much it would expose her. She knew it too and looked at me with expectant but hesitant eyes. I moved out of shot and adjusted the angle.

They picked up the conversation and it turned towards me, saying ‘he seems like a good guy, you two look so in love, its intense, blah blah blah” I really wasn’t listening. I got down between her legs and slipped her dress down to her feet and slid off her heels, forcing her to stay on her tip toes. Now she was completely exposed to me and I could have my dessert. The scent from 4 days of orgasm denial was intoxicating, and she was so ready to cum the soft inner thighs were pink and the pussy mound was swollen and red. But like any good lover, I don’t start there, instead I go for the soft spots on the legs, the sensitive point behind her knees, kissing the really supple flesh up and down the inner thighs.

To her credit, she kept the calm expression as they talked, but I could see the signs; she was gripping the cushions till her knuckles were white. Her breathing was faster, and her face barely flush. The eyes drooped, and I could see them glaze over when I touched certain areas. One hand was resting just by her cheek and I could see her bite down on her pinky to steady herself. Her words were sometimes slurred and she was losing her train of thought more and more often.

As her legs shook from being on her toes, I finally, went deep between her legs, enough for her to rest a bit on my shoulders. At this point, my hands and mouth had touched every square inch of her legs, and now came to cup her ass. I must explain, while she’s told me about being fascinated by ass play, she had yet to let me go for anything beyond caressing, touching, and some very light fingering. I had some more experience, and I thought this would be the perfect position to introduce her to rimming, which I knew she wanted, but admitted to me that she was way too self-conscious to ask me in the moment. But now she was in no position to argue, and frankly I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw her ass. So I slid further down, spread her cheeks, and gave a long hot lick across her asshole.

The sound that came out of her isn’t really describable through words. Think a gasp at the same time as a very throaty groan, while gargling water. It interrupted the ex’s story about something or another and he asked “you alright” to which she quickly coughed, and said yea, just something caught in her throat. I wanted to laugh so bad at this point but to silence myself, I went back to it, pressing the warm flat part of my tongue over the opening and lapping very gently,

The reaction to each movement was profound. She gave up holding herself up, and crossed her legs around by back, clenching me tightly. She desperately held on with both hands know on the sofa in a desperate attempt to keep her upper body still, while trying to calm her face. At least that’s what was sort of able to see from my peripheral because from my angle, I was mostly staring at her soaking wet pussy start to quiver and contract as waves of orgasms rocked through her body. The juices flowed so much it was dripping down to her ass and I could taste it as I rimmed.

This whole time, I was listening to the ex talk about random shit and catching her up, he finally asks, “are you okay, you look kind of flush” She coughs and says in a hilariously throaty croak, “I might be coming down with something. I do feel kind of feverish” Her inflections were weird too. Then he says “If I was there, I could make you my mom’s chicken soup for you like that one time. Remember?” Then she says “how could I forget. we had our first kiss after that and you got sick, so I made you chicken soup.” “Yeah except you didn’t know how haha.”

Now I don’t know why it got me riled up, but hearing them reminisce about this stupidly cliché, and admittedly sweet, moment in their past while I was eating her ass out and giving her insane orgasms off camera, flipped a switch in me and I knew I needed to fuck her right now like a caveman. I wasn’t going to before because it would be impossible without tipping him off, but now I really wasn’t thinking anymore. So I resorted to the only thing my horny lust filled mind could think of:

I reached up, and covered the camera with my hands (genius I know).

I heard him ask “where did you go?” and she without skipping a beat, said, “the camera cut out” and pressed the camera button on skype. We were in the clear. But he was still on the mic. “Is the connection bad?”. She unzips me, grabs my cock and drags my hips to her pussy, and I give her the first two thrusts and she almost screams but bites her lip. “hello, you still there? I couldn’t quite make that out” Then she says, “sorry I think the connection is bad, I’ll have to call you back”. The second she hangs up, she let’s out the biggest moan/scream and her whole body bucks up against mine, like she’s letting out all the moans she was holding back. Her back arches, hips convulse, hands reach up and claw at my back, and I felt her pussy walls clap down hard. As I fucked her for the next 10 minutes (all I could manage considering how on the edge I was the whole time lol) she says she lost track of how many times she came, and I blew just in time for the ex to call her cell phone.

Suffice to say, she didn’t answer.

Bit of a long story, but I hope you all enjoy it. One of the many memorable moments in my past. And Sarah, if you’re reading this, and want to add your side of the story, go right ahead. I love your version of the story too :D

Edit: formatting

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3vca7v/mf_rimming_my_gf_while_she_skyped_her_ex