Hi there! I originally posted this on sluttyconfessions, but a fellow Redditor reached out and told me it was more the vibe of this sub? I hope you enjoy hearing about my latest slutty experience.
I’ve been recording NSFW audios for about a month now, and I can’t believe I didn’t think to involve anyone in my real life yet.
Recording the audios is a bit of a lonely process. You’re stuck in a room behind microphones, all doors closed and windows covered to reduce as much background noise as possible. You read from a script and bring it to life with your performance, which, most of the time, involves reaching down to touch yourself and document those sounds for everyone else to enjoy. Then, when it comes to editing, you painstakingly comb through everything you recorded, every halted moan and shudder. Those moans play over and over, your own voice ringing through your ears, and reminding you of just how good it felt when those sensations were live. You know that people will eventually join you once you post the audio. Perhaps you’ll get a few comments and messages of people congratulating you, praising you, saying just how much they jerked off to your work. But still, you don’t get to actually see those reactions. Sure, you can imagine what it must’ve been like in their room while they turned off all the lights, settled down and pulled on their headphones. Sometimes, you wish you could just be with them as they’re listening, studying their reactions, noticing a cock growing harder or a cunt starting to drip. That would ruin the magic of NSFW audio, though. You’re not meant to exist in the same space as the voice actor; you are the audience.
What if it didn’t have to be like that?
I finished recording my latest audio, completed the editing, and listened to the finished product. I thought it was hot, a little more experimental. However, I was worried. Had I gone ear-blind to something at this point? Maybe I needed another opinion before I could actually post it.
Holding my breath and trying to plan my words, I reached out to a gentleman caller, one who I could trust with this new extra-curricular of mine. After I teased him with a vague explanation of the help I’d need, he gleefully accepted the invitation and came over to my apartment. I was nervous, but vibrating with anticipation and wetness. His eager face grew even brighter as I revealed to him just how long the audio was: almost forty-three minutes. We sat on two chairs in front of my desk, plugging in headphones to my audio interface, and listened.
As the audio started, he sat like a serious critic with his hands in his lap and eyes closed tight with focus. I tried not to blush as the sound of my voice began to fill our headphones, my dirty words explaining the narrative of the exhibitionist-style plot before launching into the performance. He didn’t open his eyes, but his breath quickened, and I noticed him releasing nervous energy through a tapping foot. The pace of the audio immediately picked up, leading into the start of my moans as I touched myself. Minutes flew by as he fidgeted in his seat, not even bothering to pretend his cock wasn’t extremely hard, fighting against his pants.
Fingering. Fisting. Vibrating dildo. Doggy style sex in front of a crowd. The sounds of my pleasure echoed through our headphones until the very last whimper, and I closed the program. His eyes were still firmly shut, his lip caught between his front teeth in a yearning bite. I asked him how he enjoyed the audio, despite already knowing my answer. Without saying anything, he started to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. The sight revealed was more than I could’ve hoped for. There was a large stain of precum soaked into the light fabric of his underwear. I could see the outline of his cock’s head showing through the wetness. I had made him this hard before, but I had never seen this much raw arousal from him before. He studied my reaction and reached for me, stroking my hair away from my face, and grabbing me lightly by the chin to pull me in for a love-starved kiss.
I stood up, attempting to move to the couch so we could make out a little easier with no armrests in our way, but he stopped me. Descending to his knees in front of me, he motioned to my leggings and asked if he could pull them down. I gladly obliged, feeling bright shots of lightning racing up and down my limbs. His fingers brushed against my skin, tickling the sensitive spots near the waistband, and dragging them down my inner thigh as he removed my panties as well.
In front of his face was my sloppy, wanting cunt. I knew what was going to happen next. My gentleman caller is the world’s biggest fan of going down on women, and his tongue was just inches away from my clit. He asked me if he could eat me out. Of course he could. He dove towards my pussy in seconds after being granted my permission.
Each flick of his tongue was full of purpose and lust, exploring every bit of my throbbing clit. I held onto whatever I could to steady myself and let myself submit to the fire inside of me. It was as if he didn’t need oxygen when he suctioned himself to me, refusing to break the rhythm of his movements unless it was intentional. He stopped licking only to focus solely on sucking my clit, his soft lips tender against the electrically charged spot, then returned obediently to his meal. I couldn’t tell how much of my wetness was from his saliva and which part came from my pussy desperately wanting more of him. He ate pussy like he had spent years as an apprentice, using all his time to perfect his art. He did not slobber, suck too hard, or keep an inconsistent pace. By his own repeated admissions, I owned his mouth, and he wanted to honor that privilege. He would never leave his post without an order. As if I had a cock, I thrusted my hips against his mouth and felt the vibrations of his moans. This beautiful man was mine to use.
As my hips bucked, he proudly encouraged an orgasm from me. His hands moved down to grip my thigh and support me, protecting an inevitable fall when my knees buckled. Using his hair as leash, I kept him against my cunt, using his head to guide me through the waves. My pussy clenched in pleasure, flexing every muscle as I came. We stood there for several minutes after I initially came, just waiting for the aftershocks to fizzle out. It was as if they would never stop, making me double over and almost wish I wasn’t so turned on. As always, he had taken away my ability to form English sentences, just leaving me a stupid, mumbling slut.
He stood there looking at me, face shining with accomplishment. I knew his expression was genuine. He lived to make women cum with his mouth. As I searched to find myself again, he chuckled and told me he was thrilled that I sounded the same as my audio orgasm, but even louder. To show him how appreciative I was, I guided him to the couch and leaned over to kiss him, lick the taste of myself off his lips. I ran my tongue over my lips and stared at him, an exciting thought flooding my mind. Perhaps I could join in the land of oral fixation. The first time we had slept together, I had made him cum deep down my throat after a powerful blowjob. I wanted to feel that again.
I smiled and found the floor with my knees just as he had done for me. Adorably, he seemed surprised. With my still shaking hands, I removed his underwear and welcomed the firm cock bouncing free from the fabric. The precum had only increased since I saw it last, the puddle overtaking almost the entire front panel. I moved forward to drag my tongue across the head, tickling his slit. I was met by the familiar delicious taste of him, not too salty or musky, just the perfect hint of him. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t even take a second to tease him before I took his entire cock into my mouth, applying suction with my cheeks as I slid each inch into my throat. I gripped onto his thighs for a strong foundation and bobbed my head up and down speedily. He didn’t even need to move his hips; my movements were fast and intentional as if he was already thrusting. I breathed through my nose diligently, soaking up each bit of oxygen so I could power through without choking, even once. It was as if my gag reflex had disappeared, took the night off to let me demonstrate just how much I loved feeling him inside my mouth and throat.
His moans increased, and I heard his jumbled thoughts spewing from his lips in a mess of desire. This was all the motivation I needed to go harder, to hold his balls in my hand and gently squeeze them as I matched the pressure with my mouth. Every few sucks, I pulled his cock from my mouth and teased just a few inches of it, lowering my head and suckling with dedication. My motions were relentless, and he was reaching an orgasm himself. I could feel the hardness of his cock approaching its limit, and his balls pulsed, begging for release. Finally, I slid my head down all the way, letting him feel the depths of my throat, and dug my fingernails into him. Ignoring his warning that he was about to cum, I continued to worship him, spit dripping down the length and down my lips.
I felt his hands at my shoulders while his cum filled my mouth. Rope after rope shot into me, overfilling my mouth with hot, sticky cum. It dribbled from chin, dripping down onto my chin. He moaned as I lapped at it. Greedily, I took every last bit of cum, eating it up and savoring the flavor. I liked the taste of his cum more than most people. It was delicate, almost gourmet, a less concentrated version of his precum. I felt the same pride as him, knowing that I had brought him to such a powerful orgasm just with my mouth as well.
As we cleaned up, he asked me if I was planning to record another audio soon. I revealed to him I would and asked if he’d like to test more out for me in the future. He gazed at me with disbelief and enthusiastically nodded his head, assuring me that he would be more than willing to accept any invitation I extended. With a kiss, I said goodbye to him, then returned to my computer, pressing “submit” on the form. I could only hope my listeners would come half as hard as my gentleman caller did. I would gladly be a slut for the world if it meant knowing that I inspired incredible, earth-shaking orgasms.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y7owes/i_f_recorded_myself_masturbating_for_reddit_then