We had been texting for weeks. Met on Tinder and planned to meet in person, but life, you know? Keeps getting in the way. First, I had to go out of town on a work trip. Then, the day I got back, she was headed out to visit her parents. And just when we thought we’d be around on week 3, we both got called away for work related events.
She was frustrated and so was I, but the amazing thing is, we hadn’t lost interest. Usually, when you meet someone on one of these apps, the flames can go out pretty freaking quickly if a date isn’t immediately scheduled. But Brie and I were texting nonstop for days and then weeks.
So, naturally, things started to turn sexual. Surprisingly, she was the one who brought it up. She was feeling pent up and stressed and needed to do something to take care of her needs. I suggested masturbation, which she said sounded lovely, except she was on a work trip and was sharing a room with a colleague who was in the bed next to her.
“Not up for parallel play?” I asked.
“LOL, no,” she texted back.
“Maybe you could get off,” she texted. “And tell me about it? At least I can go to sleep knowing one of us got off …”
“I’m not sure what you mean … tell me about it. What do you want me to say? That I’m jerking off?”
“Mm-hmm,” she texted. “Are you hard?”
“Well, I am now,” I wrote back, quickly yanking my house pants down.
“Tell me about your cock.”
“It’s … big?” I texted. ” Hard. Seven inches.”
“Hot dog circumference or brat?”
“Definitely brat,” I texted, laughing.
“So I’d be able to fit it in my mouth … but it might be a struggle?”
“Do you want to struggle?” I asked.
“On your sexy penis? Yes, please.”
“Couldn’t you take a shower and masturbate in there?” I asked.
“I’m noisy. She’d hear me, even with the showering running.”
“Hot,” I wrote.
“How’s that cock treating you now?”
“It’s fine, but I wish it was in your mouth.”
“You want to feel my lips wrapped around your giant, throbbing, cock? Saliva running out of my mouth, down your shaft? You want me to slurp it up and spit it back out and stroke you, begging you to cum on my face?”
“… pretty much,” I texted. “I’m jerking off. It feels so good.”
“Can I see?”
I immediately opened the camera app and snapped a photo of my cock and hit send.
“Wow,” she wrote back. “Nice and hard. But I want to see your hand wrapped around it!”
I took another photo and hit send.
“Mmm, imagine my tight pussy lips suctioned around that. Sliding up and down. Up and down. You’re filling me up. Your cock is so big. It’s the perfect fit. I’m wet. So wet.”
“If I took my cock from your pussy and put it in your mouth, would you suck it?”
“Of course,” she said. “I’m getting hot over here and my fucking colleague is sitting on her bed clicking away on the keyboard working on some memo or something.”
“Don’t show her this, then,” I said, opening the camera back up and hitting VIDEO. I hit record and filmed myself jerking off for a good ten seconds. And then I hit send.
“Fuck,” she texted. “OMG that is hot.”
“Do it,” I texted. “Go into the bathroom and just get off. Bite down on a towel or something.”
“Hold on,” she texted.
A minute later, a photo appeared of Brie in her pajamas in front of the mirror. She was wearing a VERY low cut v-neck t-shirt and blousy pajama pants. A second later, a second photo popped up of her, biting her bottom lip and pulling her pajama pants down to reveal just the very slightest patch of hair jetting out. A third photo popped up, this time of her yanking her v-neck down, exposing one breast. It was perfect. There were visible tan lines. Her nipple was pink. Hard. Pierced!
“Pierced,” I wrote back. “Literally the sexiest thing. I am so fucking hard.”
I sent a second video. My cock was larger, now. Harder. Veinier than it had been. Red, too, from being jerked so hard.
“Jesus,” she typed.
The next photo from Brie was her sitting on the toilet, her pants around her ankles, her finger on her clit.
I was trembling.
“I’m going to cum pretty soon,” I typed as quickly as I could with one hand.
“Show me your load,” she wrote.
“Spread your pussy,” I typed.
A photo appeared of Brie spreading open her tight, pink pussy. Her fingers were wet from touching herself. Another photo appeared with one solitary finger inside of herself. Another photo. The same finger, this time in her mouth.
“Wish you were here to taste me.”
“How do you taste?” I asked.
“Sweet like candy.”
A few seconds later, Facetime started to buzz. I answered. She popped up in my screen, a towel in her mouth, her bright blue eyes wide with excitement. She angled the camera lower. She had taken her shirt off. Her perfect tits on full display. She lowered the camera lower and focused on her pussy, which she was frantically rubbing.
I angled the camera to my cock and jerked it, watching her rub her pussy. She moved the camera up to her face just as she came. Her moans, muffled by the towel. Her eyes rolled back into her head. The towel fell from her mouth and she groaned quietly. Her whole body trembled as she settled down and exhaled, catching her breath.
I angled the camera to my cock and came, exploding. Rope after rope of sperm shot out from my cock. She audibly gasped on the video, her eyes sparkling.
“Christ,” she whispered. “So much …”
I held my cock as a few more drops of cum flooded out of my cock and ran down my shaft, gliding over my fingers and into my pelvis.
Brie had been biting her bottom lip the entire time in awe. I angled the camera back up to my face, which was red, flushed. We smiled at each other. She held her finger up over her lips to shush me and then waved goodbye and then hung up.
“Wish I was there to clean up that mess for you,” she texted.
“Me too,” I wrote back.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aks8ao/sexting_mf_mast