*I usually post my “sex diary” stuff at a different sub, but a certain person suggested I try this one. So here’s a recent post that I made; hope someone enjoys* ?
*(And a little disclaimer: I use pseudonyms for the people I write about.)*
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Nothing too crazy; just a fun experience that I had with my boyfriend recently.
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Mariano and I are lying in bed together, cuddling and goofing off as some show plays on the TV to the left of us. He’s in full-on lazy mode: he’s wearing the same clothes that he went to work in, but his belt has been unbuckled, his pants unzipped, and his shirt untucked. Not that I’m in any position to judge: my hair is a mess and the only thing I’m wearing is an oversize band shirt that I stole from his dresser.
The bottom of his button-down shirt has spread open and I can see that sexy trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to the band of his underwear. I trace it with my fingers and tell him how much I like it. With a straight face, he says “I like yours too” and traces an imaginary beard across my jaw. “Jerk!” I hit him softly; “I don’t have a beard!”
Mariano reaches across me and picks up my phone. He starts a video call with his computer–which is against the wall to the foot of the bed–and brings the camera close to my face. He points to the enlarged image on the monitor: “See,” he laughs, “it’s right there! Right next to all these warts!” He continues to move the camera around and point out imaginary defects–horns and a unibrow and extra fingers and so on–while I do my best to hide my giggles.
He abandons the joke pretty quickly, and uses his free hand to pull down the neck of the shirt I’m wearing, exposing my breast to the camera. The 4K High-Res Gamer-Fuel Whatever™ monitor behind him is filled with an unfocused, too-big image of my nipple. He turns back to look at the monitor, and pulls the phone back until it focuses. We both watch in the monitor as he grabs a handful of my petite breast and slides his thumb over my nipple.
Mariano releases my boob, and the shirt, and then slides to the side of me so that he can see the monitor more easily. He moves the phone higher, until most of my body is in frame, and then presses his hand against my chest. He moves his hand down me, pressing the large shirt against me to reveal the shape of my body.
When his hand reaches the border between the end of the shirt and the middle of my thigh, his hand slips underneath the fabric, his thumb hooks over the edge of it, and then he drags his palm back up my body, pulling the shirt along with it. Material now pools around my natural waist, and every part of me below it lays bare.
Watching myself in the monitor gives me a weird, dissociated feeling, as if there’s another girl on the screen. I watch her slim stomach slowly rise and fall as she breathes; I feel a weird voyeuristic jolt of excitement when her pussy comes back into frame; and another as I see my boyfriend’s hand reach over to it and squeeze the fat mound of flesh.
I watch my boyfriend’s fingers explore the split between her fat lips, and then slide up to her clit. When his fingertips reach the spot, I’m brought back to myself; I lose focus on the monitor and close my eyes as he presses in and circles around it.
When his fingertips leave my clit, my eyes open again, and I watch as his fingers move downward and then invade my entrance. He maneuvers to get better access, and looks into my eyes as one, two, then three of his fingers press deep into me. I break our eye contact and look back at the screen; he gets the hint and brings my pussy back into frame, and I watch excitedly as his fingers squelch in and out of me.
When he pulls his fingers out of me, seeing them glistening with my wetness suddenly reminds me that I haven’t so much as seen his dick this entire time. My *need* for cock is instantly activated, and I beg him to pull it out. He obliges and flops the fat, dark thing out over his underwear, and then pulls the band down further to release his large balls.
My instincts take over and I’m suddenly on my knees in front of him, legs spread out to position myself lower, and I’m doing my absolute best to force every inch of meat into my throat. Having my throat full of dick feels natural–as if every second of the day that I’m not sucking cock is an abnormality, as if this is the first time that I’ve felt *right* all day.
I slurp on the cock and choke myself on it, and suck up the spit that I cough up on it. I lick up one side and down the other, swallowing the delicious flavor, and then plunge back down onto it until my nose presses into the pubes above it. My man’s balls, still sticky and musky with a day’s worth of sweat, stick against my chin. Occasionally I pull off the dick to bury my face in them and take in the smell.
At this point I remember the phone; I’m not sure where he’d had it in the preceding minutes, but Mariano is still holding the phone, so I guide his hand down beside my face and do my best to look over at the monitor as I’m sucking his cock. It’s not a great view, but I can see enough in my peripheral vision to turn myself on. I get back to work on my man’s dick, semi-watching myself bob forward and back on the screen.
After a while, Mariano pulls me off his cock, and I have to catch my breath–I’d been so enthralled in the dick that I guess I’d forgotten to come up for air. He then instructs me to maneuver so that I’m on my hands and knees, facing the monitor. He moves behind me, and frames my ass on the screen.
My legs are together, so all that’s visible of my ass is my cheeks pressing against each other, obscuring the hole between them. In the monitor, I can see Mariano reach down and pull one cheek aside with his free hand, but it’s too hard for him to get a clean shot of my hole. He has me reach back and pushes the phone into my hand, and then helps me get a steady shot of the action.
Both of his hands now free, Mariano grips my ass cheeks and squeezes them hard, and then spreads them open wide. Nestled between the two spread cheeks is my hole. It’s inconspicuous; small, the same light color as the surrounding skin, marked only slightly by the striations of the muscle that keeps it closed tight.
I can see just a bit of my man’s big dick jutting down below me, held in place against a ceiling of my body. In the monitor, Mariano moves his hips back and the dick springs upward. He looks particularly hard tonight; the sight of his swollen veins, still wet with my spit from earlier, is something to behold.
I switch the camera to my other hand–it’s actually kind of hard to hold your arm straight back for very long!–and my boyfriend helps me get my ass back in frame. Still holding one side of my ass open, he takes his cock in his other hand and slaps the still-wet thing against my hole.
He takes the camera from me and has me spread my ass with both hands–and positions some pillows under my chest so I can still see the monitor. Most of the frame is now occupied by my hole and the head of his cock, and I watch as the big thing presses against me.
The fat head pushes forcefully against the tiny opening, but, aside from the muscle being pushed inward slightly, the unrelenting hole stays clamped shut. Everything is still for a moment, and then I see a glob of saliva drop down onto the head of the dick. Mariano wipes the spit over my hole, and then presses in again. This time, the hole resists, but then suddenly releases and allows the head partially inside it.
I can see the whitish trace of saliva collect at the border between cockhead and asshole, and I watch the liquid thin out and spread over the head as it pushes in deeper. The tiny ring of muscle stretches more and more as the helmet-shaped head slides in, and then snatches back down once the ridge has pushed inside.
Mariano pulls back and I watch the muscle of my hole grip onto his cock for dear life, then finally relent and release the head from its grasp. My hole snaps shut again, and twitches briefly.
We ignore the phone and monitor for a minute while I turn around and deepthroat his cock to get it wet again. I love the taste of him after he’s been inside me.
His cock slick again, we get back into position, and I watch on the monitor as the fat thing invades my hole again. Mariano is less patient this time and takes only a second to force the head inside, and then seconds more to plunge the shaft in behind it. Because his dick is coated only in our spit, I can feel every vein and ridge as they slide in against my hole.
Finally, he bottoms out inside me. I’m in absolute heaven–there is nothing that feels better than the warmth of a completely raw dick buried deep in my ass! But then he angles my hips upward, angles himself down, and manages to find another few centimeters of cock to push inside me. I can’t help but let out a guttural grunt as the dick pushes into a depth that it rarely reaches.
Having that much meat buried inside me has activated the sluttiest regions of my brain; in my lust-possessed voice I command him to “*fuck* me, *now*!”
Mariano obliges and uproots his cock from my ass in one movement, before forcing his way back in and through my insides. Again I grunt and yelp as he reaches that deepest place. He continues ripping his cock out of me and then plunging back inside, not exactly quickly, but *forcefully*, exerting an extra bit of power each time those last centimeters bury themselves in.
He spits on his cock just often enough to keep my hole from being hurt, but not so often that it’s an easy fuck; I can see in the monitor that the lips of my asshole stick to the shaft of his cock as he pulls out, before finally releasing with a sometimes-audible *pop*.
This is everything that I needed. I’ve had a hard week, and the way that he’s pummeling my tight insides with all of his strength is releasing the endorphin that I desperately needed. I’m grunting and crying and begging for more as he bottoms out in my ass–I love this, I *need* this.
Mariano fucks me for a lot longer than usual. Whatever show had been on TV has long since ended, and he’s still fucking my ass in the same position. I’ve stopped paying attention to the monitor, and he’s set the phone down somewhere on the bed, freeing his hands to squeeze my ass cheeks or roughly slap them.
At some point he picks up the phone and has me look into the monitor, so that I can watch his dewy cock pull from my ass and then, in one smooth tracking shot, make its way to my mouth where I swallow it to the hilt and get it wet again. Once the cock is back in my ass, he drops the phone and gets back to demolishing my hole.
By this point he’s given me two body-numbing orgasms, but I still want more. I’m still begging for it harder, faster, rougher, and each time he obliges, pounding me deeper into this weird animalistic need for cock.
But eventually it’s too much for him, and he urgently asks me where I want it. “In my ass baby, cum in my ass!” He buries his cock into me one final time and grunts as he injects several days’ worth of semen deep into my ass. As he’s unloading, I grind my fingers against my clit, and I manage to eke out one last orgasm shortly after he finishes.
We stay in position for a minute or two, composing ourselves and basking in the glow.
Then, he picks up the phone, and I watch in the monitor as the shaft of his dick pulls out of me and finally plops out completely, slight traces of cum encircling the ridge of its head. My asshole, seemingly having acquiesced to the abuse it was taking, gapes open; Mariano pushes the camera closer, and I can see a slight trace of the pink insides just beyond the hole. My hole twitches as I try to keep it open, but after mere moments it snaps closed, shrinking back to its original size.
The phone still in one hand, my boyfriend uses his other hand to angle my hips down, and holds still-firm dick under me. “Push the load out, baby.”
I’m suddenly self-conscious, but I know we’re the only two people watching the screen, so I push out anyway. Mariano’s load is buried so deep inside me that it takes more than a minute for my muscles to push it out, but eventually it comes. I watch as a mother lode of semen–thick, pearly, and, thankfully, pure white–falls from my asshole and down onto his waiting dick and the hand cupped underneath it.
My boyfriend ends the call and puts down the phone for the last time. I turn around in time to see him use his free hand to scoop up the semen that had missed his dick and landed on the bed; and he adds that to the collection of cum on his member. I deepthroat the cock and suck the cum from it, and then lap up the remaining cum from his hands.
After cleaning up, we get back to cuddling in bed and watching TV.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7h8h3j/fm_watching_myself_get_fucked_in_the_ass
Fuck that was hot
Holy shit that’s good