My first experience was one of my best, and it occurred at a time in my life when I was not at my best. It was a few weeks after a pretty messy breakup, and while I was horny, I couldn’t yet bring myself to flirt with anyone. All I seemed to do was work and then go home and get online. I was already late, and I was sitting at a desk, I was still in my button-up shirt and tie from work, clicking past the menagerie of dicks, bored and not sure why I was even doing this. Not much of my face was in the frame, just the scruff of my chin and my lips, my loose tie and collar. The only sound in my apartment was the click, click of my boredom; it had become so automatic I almost clicked past her.
She was pretty, dark-skinned, but a bit thin. I waved. She was wearing a pink sleeveless shirt, and I could see her upper body and a lot of a small room. She waved. She was at what looked like a dining room table, and she must have been half-way around the world because it was still bright out. Her mic was off, but she was wearing headphones. We were both in the unmoderated section, so it was obvious what we were there for, but because this was my first time talking to someone on the site and I wasn’t sure how to start things. She solved the problem. She typed, “Are you hard?”
“Not yet,” I said, honestly.
“I want to make you hard.” I ran my fingertips over the bulge in my pants. I liked that she took the time to use punctuation.
“Can I see more of you?”
“No.” And she moved her laptop just a bit, and I could see more of the room. An older woman (her mother?) and two younger women were talking by a sink. They seemed oblivious to what she was doing.
The sight of her mother scared me, she looked young, but not inappropriately young. Still, I was quick to ask, “How old are you?”
“23. I go to college.” Then, “What would you do with me?”
“I’d love to suck on your tits.”
“Mmmmm. I’d like to suck your cock.” She looked to the side then looked back at me with her mouth open. She sat there, her tongue just visible with an open mouth, her family not ten feet away.
“I’d cum all over your beautiful face.”
She looked to the side again, but kept her mouth open and typed, “I want your cum.”
By this point, I was so hard I had difficulty getting my cock out of my pants.
She saw me fumbling. She closed her mouth and smiled. “I made you hard.”
“Yes,” I said with a pent up desire that surprised me. I began to stroke my cock.
The three dots were showing she was typing kept appearing and disappearing before I saw her next comment.
“Use my pussy?
“Yes, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my thick cock.”
“Tell me when you are going to cum. I want to watch your face. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to fuck your little pussy, and suck on your tits.”
“Mmmmmm, fuck me.”
“Yes”
“You can come anywhere”
She unbuttoned one of the buttons on her shirt and leaned towards the camera. After the focus adjusted, I was looking at all the way down her shirt. She didn’t seem to be wearing a bra, but the camera quality wasn’t that great, still, the thought of this woman showing herself to me and begging me to cum on her was pushing me over the edge. She leaned back and wrote, “my tits, my face, my mouth, my ass, my pussy”
“I’m close.”
“cum for me,” She was typing quickly, and her messages no longer had punctuation or capitalization
“Fuck, I’m going to, I’m going to fucking cum.”
“where say”
“Over your pretty face.”
“say my name” then, “Lakshmi” then, “say it when you cum”
I don’t think I’ve ever moaned a name like I moaned hers with weeks’ worth of tension, frustration, and heartache, pumping out of me. Thank you, Lakshmi.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihuqk1/talk_to_strangers_an_omegle_story_mf