This is the third and last of my Omegle stories. I hope you enjoy it; it has been wonderful reliving these memories. You can read the first two here: [part one] (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihuqk1/talk_to_strangers_an_omegle_story_mf/) and [part two] (https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ijhmc6/talk_to_strangers_omegle_story_2_of_3_mf/).
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She had a fantasy of being fucked in public; she wanted a ring of men surrounding her stroking themselves just a few feet away. At first, we would just talk about it in bed. I would ask her, “Do you want to rest your pretty face on some stranger’s lap while I fuck you?” Or “After I’m done with you, should I just let them take turns coming on your tits?” She would fuck me harder and moan please over and over again.
One night I propped the laptop by the bed put a post-it note in the upper left-hand corner of the screen. She put on a pair of black thigh highs, crawled onto the bed, turned her face away from the camera, and then arched her back for me and waited. I opened Omegle and clicked through the first few people to get past the ad screen.
“This is your last chance. Do you want me to turn on the camera?”
“Please.”
The post-it note prevented us from seeing who was there; we both thought it was better to not have the fantasy ruined. Careful to keep my face out of the frame, I came up behind her and let my cock tease her cunt. She was wet just from the idea. As soon as she felt me, she started to thrust herself back against me, but I only let her get the tip in. She let out a flustered and desperate moan.
“Do you want me to fuck you in front of this stranger?”
“Yes.” She begged.
“Then, ask nicely.”
“Please fuck me in front of this stranger.” Before she finished, I slid my cock into her warm cunt and paused to enjoy the sensation.
“Fuck, I love your tight cunt.”
“Fuck me.” Our rhythm was off, she was pressing back wildly, and I had to grip her hips hard to get us in synch. She was moaning louder than she ever had before, saying something that was muffled by the sheets. I reached down, rubbed my fingertip over her clit, and fucked her with abandon. We forgot our audience for a while, but when I looked up from her beautiful white ass, I saw that whoever was watching had been typing the whole time. The first few lines were requests to show her face, but he started just typing random dirty things after that. So, I read them out loud to her until I got to the word “slut.”
I could feel her pussy react to the word, clinching several times quickly around my cock. “He says he wants to cum on her face. Will you let him?” She made some unintelligible sound into the sheets, but he didn’t hear it. He must have cum because suddenly, Omegle was searching for our next partner. I slowed down the pace, and she released the sheets a bit, breathing hard. Gently and slowly, I rocked my hips into her, waiting for the new guy to say something, but he didn’t, so I hit escape a couple of times. We could hear the next person, their moans were genderless but constant. I let her pick up the pace, and as she did, I reached down and pinched her nipples. She grabbed my hand and made me press hard, harder than I ever had before. She started whimpering and grinding her cunt against me. The moans on the computer got louder, and my girlfriend was grinding in time with them. I grabbed her hair with my free hand and no longer caring if my face was in the frame, I leaned over her, put my lips next to her ear, “Show them what a whore you are.”
It was like something went off in her, her grinding turned into bucking, she reached back and rubbed her clit desperately, and she let a string of filthy words, “fuck your whore, fuck me like a whore, fuck, fuck, call me a bitch.” And saying that put her over the edge, her upper body relaxed, and her thighs quivered, but she kept up a slow rhythm. She sometimes got dizzy after an orgasm, so we both waited while she breathed deep. the moans on the computer had changed in intensity, then she said, “I want you to cum on me.”
“Where?”
“Cum on my face, but don’t let them see me.” I pulled out, stroking my cock as I positioned myself above her. I grabbed her hair and held her face still, as I stroked my cock an inch from her face, then rubbing the tip, still wet from her cunt, on her cheeks or over her lips, she tried desperately to suck it, but I wouldn’t let her. I rubbed the tip over her lips, I could hear myself moaning, and I felt my body go rigid as my cock pulsed against her cheek.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/imi2y5/talk_to_strangers_omegle_story_3_of_3_mf