[MFF] Strawberry unicorn

Being apart so long is really hard. Fucking pandemic.

I can’t be with him right now. So I found a woman to touch him and make him cum for me.

Tess is the perfect person. I guess I should call her a unicorn, except I am too inexperienced in these things to just casually toss that term around.

But I’m not so inexperienced that I am unable to send him to a hotel room with a woman who is not me, and join them from 2000 miles away on a screen, and instruct her in exactly how to run her hands all over his body.

Yes, I wanted to make him cum. But I also really wanted him to feel touch. This is a time when we are starving for human interaction, and in withdrawal for lack of touch.

So a few weeks later, when Tess was standing in front of the screen in the hotel room and pulling her shirt off to press her beautiful boobs into his bare chest as a start to the whole encounter, it seemed like the most impossibly perfect pleasure and release, given the circumstances.

The circumstances: I cannot be there in person. It sucks, but we’ve managed, through plenty of phone sex and video calls. Then, recently, as we were saying how much we missed each other, he mentioned how much he missed the sensation of being touched.

And like a naughty lightning bolt, the thought struck me: wouldn’t it be perfect if I could send someone to touch him?

Instead of recoiling, my brain sank its eager, slutty teeth into this idea. I could instruct someone else to run her hands all over him, through his hair, down his back, across his chest. I could sit on video and just command her fingers like they were my own.

The slutty lightning bolt of an idea morphed…I wanted him to be able to cum too. I didn’t really want him to penetrate her, but I wanted him to cum, and I wanted to watch. And for the first time, the thought of a stranger doing this instead of me *excited* me.

The slutty lightning bolt veered back into reality. I wanted to protect him and her from any further exposure. So…she’d have to wear a mask. As would he.

Then the slutty lightning bolt idea was a sort of sad idea. Because how on earth could such a person exist? To send a stranger to a stranger in times of Covid, both in masks, with a weird 3rd person in the room on a screen calling out moves like some sort of deviant square dancing. Would someone else get excited about this?

I had to ask myself, did I only want this because it was impossible?

But no. Because in talking to him about it, and figuring out how to find someone (reddit? Apps? What kind of apps? How do we post? Do we include photos? What if our exes or friends see?), I learned a lot about what I am and am not okay with. It felt like we were having The Threesome conversation again, but for the first time. And this time, I was the one avidly propelling the thing.

There was a woman out there I wanted to find, and I was determined to do my absolute best to find her.

And then, suddenly, there she was. In fact, she was there really early. Slender, mischievous smile, in photos against backdrops of wilderness, with a fascinating profile of being happily and openly married for a good decade. We indicated to her she was interesting, and we got a message back.

She thought our idea was sexy and romantic. And later, it showed. When she was lying behind him, her legs wrapped around his and her body pressed into his back as she reached around and stroked his cock, she whispered to me on the screen, “You must miss this so much.”

Fuck yes I do.

But back to The Pursuit…so, she messaged us, and suddenly I was…flirting. I think. It felt like that, in a way. I was getting to know her, but also being a lot more explicit than I’ve ever been with anyone who is not The Man With the Magic Cock. “It is important to me that he cums, that he has a lot of time being touched all over, and that he says my name while he cums,” I found myself telling her.

And then things shifted. Her responses were wonderful. Submissive and coy, curious and encouraging, she was a rainbow of exciting expressions. I was intrigued. I looked at her photos again, and no longer only wanted this to just be her hands on his body. I wanted her certainly pretty boobs out of her clothes and pressed into him, against his back while she reached around and stroked his cock.

I worried that just his pleasure wouldn’t be enough, and I wanted her to have pleasure too. I found myself trying to figure out what she needed as well. I wanted her to be my sex stunt double, and I wanted it to be really good for her too.

Which worked out well later, when his long beautiful fingers were exploring her nipples and moving across her boobs as she came.

My partner hung back through all this flirting and discovery. I’d chat with her in a space for the 3 of us, he observing and occasionally offering me advice when we spoke, just he and I. “Do you think I’m being too forward, too pushy?” I’d ask him, worried I’d chase away this butterfly. As he watched, she and I covered boundaries, consent, logistics of sexual escapades when trying to plan around kids.

I rehearsed the script in my head many times, fantasized about it while touching myself in anticipation.

When they were in the hotel room, I started by having her undress him. First the shirt, then the undershirt, with pauses to trace her fingers across his shoulders. Then her shirt, her pale perky boobs free under just that single layer, her pink nipples delightful to stare at. I’ve never had an encounter with a woman, and it was fun to get to revel in how good she looked.

We’d made the finishing touches on the plan just that day–a pre-encounter meetup, to make sure they were both real, me videoed in on his phone. They at an outdoor coffee shop, I in the grocery store parking lot…just 3 regular people, all parents for fuck’s sake, out doing normal shit like having coffee and buying milk and cereal.

You know, and planning a video-led sexual encounter between two submissive near-strangers.

Anyway, all the plans were in place, but it was still surreal to sit them down in those chairs, and start my instructions. And it felt…easy. Exciting. I was nervous right up until it started, and then suddenly there he was, his cock bulging in his underwear and this sexy topless woman massaging the bulge at my command.

Oh shit, I forgot to say: she’s a redhead, like me. Lovely strawberry unicorn.

I told her to pull his underwear down quickly, to let his cock spring out. I wanted the visual of it on the screen, since I couldn’t be there to bask in all the sensations of sight, smell, touch, heat. She didn’t hesitate. His cock was still bouncing slightly as she turned to me and asked if that was all right with me.

It wasn’t until his precum was glistening across her nipples that he turned to me and suggested I tell her what a good girl she was. Ah yes, of course. I was meant to be the dominant one in the room. I had sort of forgotten as I watched his hands move across her. It is usually he who is telling me what to do, strapping me down to the bed, pressing his hand into my throat as he plunges into me.

Tess, you were very good. He said you touched him in a way that reminded him of me–like you were enjoying it.

Anyway, his cock–I gave her a tour in the beginning. She knelt down and I talked her through just how to stroke it, how far back to move before his foreskin pulled too tight, and I had her test it out, listening for when he gasped in pleasure and then in pain. It was important for her to learn this right away.

I slow played it. This was borne of a desire to have him touched, not just for his cock to receive attention. I had her stand and move around his naked body as he stood, still, his hands to the side, twitching in anticipation and, I suspect, desire.

She stood behind him and crept her fingers around front, gliding under his balls, running up under his cock, and then sliding up his torso and around his shoulders up into his hair. Again, all at my command. No one was to move unless I spoke the move first.

I ran this back-front-balls-cock-shoulders-hair variation for a couple of minutes, then figured it was time to let him relax. I ordered them to the bed.

They moved the video screen over to the TV stand in front of the bed, and he lay at the foot of the bed, parallel to the headboard, on his side so he was full-frontal towards me. I asked her to lay behind him, pressed into him like they were spooning, and to reach around and stroke his cock.

She moved slowly, and he groaned. I’d have her stop and touch his sides, the tops of his thighs, his hair and neck. I told her to wrap her top leg over his to pull herself closer to him.

We switched sides, and did it all again. I didn’t want her arm to get too tired, and I wanted all of him to be touched.

I don’t remember now if I told him to touch her boobs before we had her cum. But anyway, at some point, she asked if she could cum too, and produced this amazing little toy from her purse. I allowed it, and instructed him to touch her boobs as she lay and held the toy over her pants on her pussy.

She immediately began writhing and moaning softly. He was alternatively rough and gently with her boobs. Fuck, watching him made me almost feel it, it was so familiar. But I’ve never really seen him do this. I’ve felt it, but to watch it is another animal entirely. I was enthralled. She peaked quickly, and was gasping and lifting off the bed as he squeezed and released. It was really pretty. I was soaked.

And then she was back to him. I had her kneel between his spread legs while he lay on his back, and lean over him. He asked and was granted permission to touch her boobs again while she stroked him. I asked her to rub her boobs on his cock, likely throbbing at this point, and she commented on the precum that was smearing across her nipples. I couldn’t see, from the video quality, but god. So hot.

I asked her to turn up the pressure on her stroking, and to lean her boobs forward to him to touch. I didn’t consider that he was aimed to cum all over her boobs, which had not been in our explicit plan, so she shifted somewhat. This gave me a better view of her as she touched him, and gave him more access to her left nipple, which he played with freely as he moaned and gasped and suddenly gave way to cumming and calling out my name.

She sprang up and brought him a towel, and we did a verbal debrief as he found his speaking capabilities again. They hugged, he walked her out, and then it was the two of us, giddy.

We stared at each other for awhile, and then he got into the car to begin his drive home. He talked me through an orgasm as he drove, and I fell asleep, exhausted and exhilarated and still sort of in shock that it had actually happened.

Whelp, that’s pretty much it. This strawberry unicorn can touch a cock exactly as I describe, has some damn fine boobs, and can make wearing a medical grade mask a thoroughly sexy experience. This experience brought me closer to him, which surprised and delighted me, and was just a fucking nice thing to do during a pandemic.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iy3uik/mff_strawberry_unicorn