Orgasms & Moans

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Index

1. Travel and Sex without Commitment

2. Having Sex with Oneself: My Experience

3. I Am a Woman Addicted to Semen

4. Sex in the Kitchen

5. Sex on a Commercial Airplane

6. Gigolo Life

7. A Courtship Initiated at a Swinger Party

8. Being a Webcam Model

9. Having Sex with Gladis, the Nurse

10. The Most Passionate Sexual Threesome I've Ever Had

11. My Second Gangbang with Three Men

12. An Unexpected Sex Threesome

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About me

1. Travel and Sex without Commitment

My favorite thing about traveling alone is having sex without commitment. The last time I ate a woman, I ejaculated on her breasts. I was standing on the bed. And she, had her hands clasped in her hair, showing off her nice underarms. About thirty seconds before, she looked at me with tender eyes. It was that delicious look that stimulated the conquest of my orgasm. It was then that I warned her: 

“I can't resist any longer. You told me you don't like to swallow it, didn't you?”  

“No. I prefer you to splash my breasts.”  

To answer me she had to take my cock out of her mouth. And as ejaculation was eminent, that's when she put her hands behind her head, grabbing her black hair. Then, I couldn't resist any longer. I let the spurt of cum spill onto her tits. Some of my cum went onto the floor.  

Still with her hands behind her head, she looked at me again with her tender eyes. Then I knelt down and decided to kiss her. The kiss was so passionate, we ended up hugging each other. So that my body was also smeared with semen. When we stopped kissing, she quickly got off the bed. She reached out her right hand and grabbed my hand. So I let her lead me on. 

“Let's top this off with a nice bath,” she said.  

“Oh, good idea,” I replied.  

Once we were under the warm water of the shower, we shared several kisses and caresses. She loved to hold my penis with her right hand. She was aware that the reloading time had not yet passed, but she insisted on holding it. It seemed that having it in her hand was like having a toy.  

After about twenty minutes under the shower we decided to get out. We lay down on the bed and watched TV. After a while, as if we were long time sweethearts, she fell asleep. She slept for the next hour. I was having fun watching soccer on TV.  

I remember her name was Esperanza. A woman of good height; that is, she was 5'10" tall. Her skin was white and her hair was black. At that time, both she and I were dressed in bath robes. Then when she woke up she gave me a few affectionate kisses on my mouth. In that discreet way she was initiating another session of noncommittal sex.  

And a few seconds later, she slipped her hand under the bathrobe. So it didn't take her long to make contact with my penis. When she managed to perceive that my penis was already erect she gave it a strong squeeze. Then she got down on her knees on the bed. And then she unbuttoned my bathrobe, as if opening a present.  

“What a delight, darling, that's how I love it.”  

“Give it a good suck.”

“With pleasure my king.”  

And yes, like a king, I enjoyed an excellent blowjob. I loved to see her face sinking into my erect penis. But then, she changed position, as if we were going to have sex in the 69 position. That allowed me to caress her ass, even though she was still dressed in the bath robe. Esperanza was in a perfect position to caress her vagina. In fact, if I wanted to, I could insert one of my fingers into her anus. I could do whatever I wanted to her, it was sex without commitment.  

Later, she turned around again, so I could look at her face again, focused on blowing me. Sometimes I could see her saliva sliding down my cock. It was as if it were a column of flesh, bathed in white bubbles. When I see my penis like that, when I get a blowjob like that, I would like to swallow that saliva. I have that fetish, even though in the long run I don't think it's a fetish. So, I would smear my fingers with that saliva. 

And then I would take my fingertips to taste it. Esperanza continued to suck me until I told her I couldn't take any more. Then she withdrew my penis from her mouth. And then she bent it over my abdomen so that the semen fell on me. It was a lot that I managed to ejaculate. And I immediately thought of the shrimp cocktail from lunch. No doubt that aphrodisiac had taken effect.  

“Give me a moment and I'll bring you some paper,” she said. “By the way, what a big spurt of semen. We have just discovered the second pool of this hotel.”  

“I told you that shrimps are a good aphrodisiac. I love to eat them every time I visit the sea.”  

“Then tomorrow you repeat the menu.”  

When she returned to bed, she wiped my abdomen herself. Then she got up and threw the papers into the wastebasket. When she came back, she stood up on the bed and took off her robe. She looked down at me from that height as if I was now the subjugated one. Now she was the queen. And then, she reached up to my face to place her vagina in my mouth. The game of uncompromising sex was to continue.  

“Now it's my turn, darling.”  

I gladly began to lick her pussy. She remained squatting for the next few minutes, until she changed poses. We settled back into the 69 position. Only now she was receiving delicious oral sex. As I sucked her vagina and caressed her clitoris, I remembered how we had met. Only about six hours ago we had met at the hotel pool. We shared discreet glances for about half an hour. We both sunned ourselves on different loungers. 

Soon the glances revealed the same truth. The truth that each of us is solitarily enjoying our respective vacations. The winks of the eyes didn't take long to appear. Even when I got into the pool we continued to share glances. At one point I saw her get up from the lounger.  

A few minutes later she returned to the lounger with a cocktail in her hands. A few seconds later one of the waiters approached the edge of the pool. In his hands he was holding a Piña Colada cocktail. She had been the one who had taken the first step to live that night of sex without commitment. 

 2. Having Sex with Oneself: My Experience

I think there is nothing more fascinating than having sex with oneself. In such cases, for me it is very delicious to stick my fingers in my ass. I love to do it when I'm in front of the mirror in my room. That way I can appreciate the expanse of my hips, my anus and my vagina. My legs, with my knees together, form a heart with the roundness of my buttocks. This is a very common pose for webcam girls, when masturbating. 

I lost my anal virginity with my fingers when I was nineteen. For a long time I refrained from doing it. I found the idea of doing it disgusting. But that afternoon, a feeling of extreme desire for sex led me to experiment. I think it was influenced by the fact that my parents left me alone. They were away on a trip that weekend. Little did I suspect that their absence would trigger that desire to have sex with oneself. It was a fun weekend for me. 

I judiciously stayed at home getting ahead on my college assignments. That Saturday, as I bathed under the shower, that morbid feeling came over me. I grabbed my buttocks provocatively, making myself the object of my own desire. Then I fondled my breasts and my vagina.  

I even pushed my breasts into my mouth and started kissing them. At that moment I was thinking only of myself. I didn't want any man or woman to enjoy sex with. I knew I had myself and that was enough. The warm water stimulated my senses. I with my eyes closed continued to grope myself. I rubbed my hands across my groin and I knew I had to fulfill that desire. It was a strong, aggressive, inciting desire. 

So I decided to turn off the shower, but I didn't leave the bathroom. What I did was sit on the floor of the shower cubicle. For a moment I imagined myself, like a kind of ghost. My double was there, accompanying me. But then I considered that it was enough just to touch myself, to grope myself.  

Being on the floor, it occurred to me to stretch my legs and lie down on my back. The floor was warm, just like the rest of the bathroom. With my legs up I began to rub my clitoris. I was masturbating to my heart's content. I was enjoying the silence, the quiet, being with myself. I think it took me about twenty minutes to reach orgasm. Actually, I took it upon myself to prolong the coming. Once I reached bliss, I continued to lie on the floor.

I still felt unsatisfied. I was anxious at the thought of having sex with myself. So I kept fondling myself, groping my breasts, my nipples and my buttocks. I had my legs stretched out, leaning against the walls of the bathroom cubicle. But I wasn't uncomfortable, I felt comfortable being like this. Being open-legged was also a vindication of my way of experiencing sex.  

A while later I felt ready for another orgasm. That feeling of loving and self-fucking overpowered me again. And as I was rubbing my vagina again, I decided to break my prejudices. That's when I stuck my middle finger into my anus. I plunged it in slowly and gently. Doing so provoked in me an intense release of adrenaline.  

It was an unusual, strange and even “sinful” sensation. I suffered for an instant that sinister sensation. The same one that one experiences when in a dream one shoots a person. But just as when one perceives that it is a dream, I felt relief afterwards. I found it delicious to accept that I had lost my anal virginity. And that truth translated into a mischievous smile on my face.  

However, I soon understood that I was in a very uncomfortable position.  It was not easy to be lying down, masturbating and at the same time trying to “penetrate” my anus. I withdrew my middle finger from my hand and squatted down. I was sort of sitting on my heels. Then I placed my right hand under my vagina. And then I used the middle finger to insert it into my ass. “Wow this is having sex with oneself!” I said to myself. 

I sank it back in slowly, feeling the thickness of my finger. I have to confess it felt a little annoying. Well, even today it is sometimes annoying. However, now that I am twenty-nine years old, the situation is a little different. I've been enjoying this whole sticking my fingers up my ass thing for over ten years now. So I have the experience to indulge myself without it bothering me.  

Anyway, back to the subject. With my left hand I continued to masturbate and with my right hand I was pleasuring myself anally. Soon I established a rhythm in which I forgot about the anal discomfort. And when I reached orgasm again, I even felt an intense anal vibration. It was as if my asshole itself had reached an orgasm. 

It was then that I withdrew my finger. I stood up and turned on the shower. I cleaned my finger with plenty of soap. And when it was completely clean, I put it in my mouth. It was sublime, intense and liberating to do that. But I still wasn't satisfied. In my mind went through my mind at that moment the desire to grant me a squirt. So, without turning off the shower, I sat back down on the floor in a corner.  

The warm water falling like rain granted me great serenity. As I masturbated I also licked my fingers. I loved to pull my fingers out of my vagina, moistened with that thick liquid. For me it was like enjoying a delicious liquor. Unfortunately, that afternoon I did not reach any squirt. But my fantasy mind did manage to imagine other ideas for future moments.  

Now I knew what it was like to love myself with sex. I now knew what it was to have sex with oneself. I now knew that I would need many such moments of intimacy to feel fulfilled. You, who are reading this story, don't be afraid to indulge in this kind of pleasure.  

 3. I Am a Woman Addicted to Semen

I am a semen addict. The first time I enjoyed a drink of seminal fluid was when I was eighteen. That was the same day I lost my virginity. Today, at twenty-five years old, I am proud to say that my mouth has tasted hundreds of penises. And none of those penises I have despised drinking their seminal fluid. I consider myself an expert at tasting that white milk that a man releases when he ejaculates.  

It was my first boyfriend who had the pleasure of watching me swallow his milk. I wanted to fulfill that fantasy of enjoying it for a long time. So before we went to bed, I explained to him very well how the game would be played. I remember my vagina jumping and jumping on his cock, while he lay there. And when he was already on the verge of orgasm he pushed me violently and got up. 

I fell face up on the bed, but I was not offended by his roughness. Standing on the mattress, he had his left hand clutching his penis. He was jerking off to finish coming. And I, in utter excitement placed myself on my knees on the bed and approached. A joyful anxiety gripped my frantically beating heart.  

“Almost there, my love, almost there,” he said.  

“Take your time, dear,” I replied.  

Apparently he had not yet reached orgasm, because when he got up so quickly, his excitement was confused. He kept jerking his penis for thirty seconds. And then came what I had been waiting for. My mouth, which was open, received the first spurt of cum. The milk discharge was quite generous. The warm liquor flooded my mouth, spreading across my tongue. I looked with admiration and pride at my boyfriend. The fascination he felt was very noticeable. And I stimulated it even more, sliding my hands over his legs. With my left hand I caressed his crotch and then gladly grabbed his buttock.  

My boyfriend's breathing was intense and deep. He was amazed to see my mouth full of cum, where my tongue played with the liquid. The taste of that liquor was a bit salty, but I didn't care. My fantasy had just been fulfilled and I knew it would not be the only time. After a few seconds, without hesitation, I decided to swallow it all.  

Curiously, at that very moment, a tremendous sensation vibrated in my body. It was something more intense than an orgasm, something that came accompanied by a strong euphoria. In my whole being I felt a great revolution, while my heart was beating unstoppably. The adrenaline and dopamine were exquisite.  

“Did you like it?” my boyfriend asked me. 

I didn't answer anything. I simply opened my mouth even wider and stretched my tongue wide. Thus, I proudly showed him that I had swallowed his cum completely. Just as I had seen in porn movies, I smiled at him like an ecstatic slut. I remember that my tongue danced over my lips, searching for any trace of additional seminal fluid.  

My boyfriend, knelt down and kissed me immediately. We melted into a delicious, intense, passionate kiss. It was an unexpected kiss that surprised me. Since he himself said that he found it disgusting to drink his own seminal liquor. Not that he was drinking his own semen at the time. Just that knowing that he has always been a very hygienic person, I figured he would at least wait for me to drink a glass of water.   

That fantasy of drinking his cum continued to repeat itself for the rest of our courtship. That's how I discovered that semen doesn't always taste the same. 

“I'll never forget your blowjobs, love,” he told me the day we ended our relationship, “I loved watching you swallow my milk.”  

“I won't forget the taste of your milk either. When you want to have casual sex again, I will gladly accept your invitation.”  

“I agree with you.”  

From that date on, I started a solo career to suck many more cocks. Nowadays it is very easy to get in touch with men who want a good blowjob. I used to go to chat rooms to find my next suckers. Many of them didn't even want to sleep with me. They just wanted me to suck them off. 

Sometimes we would contact each other to meet at a shopping mall. And then, we would arrange to perform the blowjob in one of the cubicles in a restroom. It wasn't the most comfortable space, nor the most ideal for tasting a good load of cum in your mouth. However, I felt more than fulfilled with each gulp of seminal fluid.  

I once posted on a website that I was offering my blowjob service. Men abounded who would only specify the motel to meet me at. Before seeing them in person, though, I made sure to talk to them a bit. That way I felt confident and secure.  

“You look like a pro at this,” a man in his fifties once told me. “But you don't look like a whore with that tender, innocent face.”   

“You are not the first and you will not be the last. When you want to repeat, just write to me.”  

Every time a man ejaculates in my mouth, in my mind I analyze the taste. I consider myself an expert semen taster. And it's been seven years since I started my active sexual life. I have fulfilled all kinds of fantasies and drank liters of seminal fluid. 

One of the most exciting moments happened at a friend's apartment. That day, I had the opportunity to suck seven men's penises. Each one went in turn to the living room to receive his moment of oral sex. It was a fantastic afternoon. I jerked off each of my seven men in turn. The one who gave me the best cum ejaculation was the third of them. My mouth was filled with seminal fluid, mixed with my saliva. I remember his name was Jair.  

As I was still not swallowing it, that man grabbed me by my chin. Actually, I was showing him off to make him more excited than he already was. But apparently, he wanted me to have it all at once. So as soon as he closed my mouth, pushing my chin, I swallowed it.  

Then, just as I did with each one (or as I always do) I stuck out my tongue. Thus, with my tongue stretched wide, I showed him that I swallowed his cum completely. Jair grabbed me by one of my cheeks and caressed me. Then he asked me what his seminal liquor tasted like.  

“It tastes a little sweet to you,” I said. “It's not very common. It's usually salty.”  

“Oh, I'm glad,” he replied, “You look very happy. I guess my shift is over.”  

“Can I give you a few extra minutes? This turn-based blowjob game must go on. But if you want, I'll make an exception.”  

“If you want.”  

Into my mouth I put his cock again. This time it wasn't a proper blowjob. I simply had his non-rigid phallus inside me. In fact, my lips were making contact with his lower abdomen. At the end, as he stroked my hair, he said that turns had to be respected.  

Jair then buttoned up his jeans, adjusting his leather belt as well. He got up and headed down the corridor. I caught a glimpse of him as he opened the door, stepped into the room and closed it again. A moment later, out came the next man on the list for that set of blowjobs in turn. The order of the line had been assigned to each by a small draw.  

Now it was Luis' turn, who unbuttoned his pants after sitting down on the couch. I, kneeling on the floor, approached him. And I grabbed his penis with my right hand. At that moment, I was completely naked. My clothes, panties and bra were on the living room rug.  

“Where do you want me to start? You seem a little nervous.”  

“Start by massaging me, until I'm well erect.”  

“With pleasure.”  

It was obvious to me that Luis was anxious. That was noticeable because his penis had a slightly stiff erection. So I gladly started rubbing his penis. With my right hand I squeezed his penis. My hand descended slowly, stretching the skin of his foreskin. Very soon it acquired the size and rigidity we both expected.  

It was then that I introduced his penis into my mouth. And, closing my eyes, I devoted myself to enjoying the taste of his penis. My satisfaction was not only in sucking each other's penis. I was also indulging myself as I sucked them. With the fingers of my left hand I gently masturbated myself. Each time I thought about how fantastic this blowjob game was becoming.

And I was enjoying with such intensity, that there was a small puddle on the floor. Yes, a puddle of vaginal discharge. It was delicious to caress my vagina, while I was enjoying oral sex with my closed eyes. Occasionally, I would open my eyes to give him a provocative look. I knew how much Luis was enjoying himself.  

“Do you like the way I suck you?” I asked him, “Do you want something special?”  

“Just go on. You know how to suck it like an expert.”  

A few minutes later, Luis couldn't hold back any longer and announced to me that he would ejaculate. He stood up while he continued to jerk off. I was squatting at that moment, sitting on my heels. The same thing happened with the seven men. As they got up from the chair, the sensation close to orgasm would pause. So it was necessary to conclude by jerking off.  

In the meantime, my mouth was open, waiting for the ejaculation to happen. And then it happened. Once again, a man gave me the pleasure of enjoying his liquor. The hot liquid flooded my mouth, while some drops remained on my chin. With my index finger I pushed these drops into my mouth.  

“Satisfied?” I asked him.

“Quite, dear Stephanie, quite.”  

Still sitting back on my heels, I gave him a satisfied smile. At that moment, I was still caressing my vagina with my fingers. Luis noticed the small puddle of vaginal discharge on the floor. And I, sensing his satisfaction, stopped rubbing. I showed him my wet fingers and asked him: 

“Do you want to try it? I didn't do it with any of the previous ones.”  

Still standing, Luis took my hand in his right hand. Then he bent down a little and put my fingers in his mouth. With total excitement and thrill he was tasting my fingers. Only until that moment, I remembered that I had not yet revealed to him what the taste of his semen was. I had inadvertently broken one of the rules of that game. 

“Your cum has a unique taste. You are one of the few men whose seminal fluid has a hint of acidity.” 

“What could it be compared to?”  

“Something like a good beer.”

“Thank you for your blowjob, Stephanie. Now the fifth on the list follows.”  

Each penis I put in my mouth gave me a different pleasure. That afternoon I enjoyed a unique moment with them and with myself. There were still three more men to receive their comeuppance. And to think that after that round of blowjobs, they had a surprise for me. All seven would meet in that room, to satisfy me just like in a real gangbang. 

4. Sex in the Kitchen

Having sex in the kitchen is a fantasy I have had since I was a child. I had to wait many years to fulfill that dream. And when I got it, I helped my boss fulfill his as well. When I remember that episode, I immediately think of the moment when he jerked off. It was the end of our moment of frantic and passionate sex.   

“Come on, let it go, let it go,” I said. 

“I'm coming, honey, I'm coming,” he answered, “I'm going to sweeten your mouth.”

I kept looking at his penis, being jerked frantically by his hand. I was leaning on the large kitchen table. Yes, that table that is used for chopping food and also as a dining room. Lying there was what I had dreamed of for years.  

As he kept jerking his penis, I was stroking my clothes. I was still clothed, as that was his fantasy: fucking while clothed. So I fondled my breasts over my silk blouse. And since intercourse had been interrupted, I was also masturbating. The fingers of my hand caressed my vagina with ease. 

My miniskirt lay crumpled, very close to my waist as if it were a belt. Meanwhile, the panty I was still wearing was positioned to the side. Occasionally, I used the panty to dry my fingers. That afternoon, oddly enough, I was having a good vaginal discharge. Maybe it was because I was fulfilling my great fantasy. It was sex in the kitchen.  

I felt my vaginal fluid making contact with the marble surface. Lying in that dining room, I felt myself feasting. When we were fucking, I had the additional fantasy of having more men, right there. I imagined each man coming up to the table to feed on my vagina.  

“You must be feeling like a queen,” one of those men said in my imagination. “Is this the first time you've fucked so many men?” 

“I've slept with two before,” I answered in my mind. “But this is completely different.” 

“We know. Get ready because now the next diner continues.”  

Every time Fernando plunged his cock in and out, I got more excited. In my imagination, I replaced his face with those of other men. My ex-boyfriends, my office mates, my close friends: everyone had their chance. The funny thing here is that my boss was indeed naked. 

His fantasy was to fuck a clothed woman. But that didn't include him. Fernando further reinforced his desire by being aware that he was being unfaithful. I knew that wearing his wedding ring on his hand intensified his sexual instinct. Sometimes he would even put his ringed finger in his mouth. And he would suck his own finger by himself. That gesture only showed me that that infidelity was the fruit of a real revenge. 

Some time later he would confess it to me. His wife's life as a manager forced her to travel constantly. She was the one who started the infidelity. And days after discovering it, he found in me the perfect opportunity.  

“Have you ever slept with your wife in the kitchen?” 

“Not at all,” he replied, “She never hinted at it and neither did I. The lust that overcame us was so strong.”  

The lust that dominated us the whole time we had sex was intense and surprising. Once we closed the door of the house, we went straight to the kitchen. My purse, his suitcase and the car keys were left halfway. That is, they went to fall violently on the sofa in the living room. 

Once in the kitchen, he grabbed my buttocks tightly and pulled me up to the dining table. I helped him take off his pink shirt, while he removed his pants. Once naked, I lay down on the broad expanse of that table. Fernando then went upstairs to the dining room, watching as I pulled my mini-skirt down to my waist.  

Thus, my vagina, my pussy was on display as the main course. I gladly felt how his buttocks exerted force to penetrate me. I really must admit that Fernando is a very experienced lover. His penis delighted in my vagina while he grabbed my breasts, protected by the soft blouse.  

“Does he meet your expectations? Does he adapt to what we agreed? Is this the sex you were hoping to experience?” 

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