A Long-Distance Relationship Ch. 02

Frustrated, horny and with a face covered in drying cum I found myself on the street outside my girlfriend's apartment at 11.25pm with a pair of her dirty panties in my hand and her roommate's grinning face disappearing behind the closing door.

I had traveled all day to spend the weekend with my new girlfriend and had only managed to spend a total of two hours in her bed while she rode my face to numerous orgasms before being kicked out, without explanation, to sleep alone in a hotel room downtown.

I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for myself even though I had just had one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. I couldn't even quantify what exactly it was that had turned me on so much. I had been totally dominated by her, she had controlled everything that had happened. I found that to be a huge turn-on for me. And she had been so full of cum! I had spent a lot of time between girls' legs, a lot of time between my girlfriend's legs, and never had I drank so much cum from a pussy before! That had been amazing!

And then she had called me her little boy...her good boy: those words had put me in her power, under her spell and she had used them to make sure I wouldn't cum before I saw her again tomorrow while at the same time she had given me her used panties to use, as I wanted, whilst playing with myself knowing that item of her intimate clothing would make me want to cum even more.

I sat down on the wall a few doors down from her place and lit another cigarette while trying to muddle through everything and watched as two guys wandered past me, laughing and chatting; watched as they walked right up to the apartment I'd just left and rang the doorbell.

Karen answered the door and opened it wide to let them in; all I heard as the door shut behind them were the words:

"she won't be long, she's in the shower".

I checked my phone for messages; it was 11.30pm.

When I got back to my hotel room I threw her panties on the bed and quickly stripped off. I desperately needed to play with my cock, which was still pretty hard even after a 20 minute walk. I didn't even wash my face; I could feel the pattern of the dried cum that covered it, could smell the musk and, because it represented her pleasure, I wanted to keep it there as I wanked, even as I kept the taste of her juices in my mouth regardless of a growing thirst.

I wanted to do this right. I wanted to do exactly what she asked of me; to play with myself using her dirty panties and not cum at all tonight. I would wait until she said I could: tomorrow.

I piled the pillows up behind my back for support and comfort and began to rub my cock gently as I closed my eyes and brought her panties to my nose. I could smell her there: her horniness, her piss, her bottom. All of her vital and secret scents were there but simply smelling her panties while masturbating just didn't seem to be my thing.

Instead I decided to use the cotton on my cock: to mingle my scent with hers seemed like a suitably naughty idea. And it worked, for a little while, as my brain stepped back in time to those most recent two hours worshiping her pussy.

It worked until I realised the need to hold her panties as I rubbed was interfering with my enjoyment and with my ability to bring the recent events to mind.

I decided a far better solution to my problem was to put them on to wank; that way they wouldn't bunch up in my hand as I played with myself.

And I found that, once I had put them on, I wanted to keep them on. This way of playing with myself was very enjoyable. As I rubbed and shifted the panties embedded themselves tight between my cheeks pressing against my hole in a highly erotic manner as my cock began to leak copiously into the cotton front panel.

My mind wandered back over the evening: the way she was ready for me; the way she took control; the taste of her mouth on mine and the deep, dark scent of sexual arousal in the room.

My fingertips toyed with the head of my cock - harder than it had ever been - as I pictured myself, trapped in her dirty panties, beneath her dripping pussy, gulping down her generous load. I ran my tongue over my lips and chin, over my upper lip, tasting it again, that familiar flavour but yet unfamiliar as if mixed with something else.

My thoughts flashed to a tall, handsome black man leaving the apartment and back to her wet pussy, so full of hot salty cum, raining down upon my face, pouring incessantly over my eager tongue.

I pictured her coming naked and used from him to me; me, on my knees, dressed in her satin cami and these pretty panties. Pink stockings adorned my legs and I felt the mask of make-up upon my face and lips, the press of hairclips against my scalp. I reached out to grasp her thighs and saw the polish on my nails, the threads of white sticky cum threaded through her public hair...

My balls ached with longing, my panties were soaked with my precum

...I watched two boys walk past me down the street laughing as they talked about how lucky they got the night before...such a hot chick...so kinky..."and Man, I swear I could feel your cock rubbing against mine when you took her arse!"...An invite for seconds...too good to turn down..."you don't mind if I get her ass this time?"...asked and granted!...

My fingers inched down to explore my hole, the pressure to cum was too intense

...she stood facing away from me and bent over, her hands reached back and spread her perfect cheeks, I run my tongue over my painted lips in anticipation, I see her tight bud wink at me and a drop of liquid presents itself, an invitation for my mouth...

How can I not cum? I hump myself onto the two fingers inserted in my own little hole; fingers lubricated by the pools of precum that stick my panties to my skin, that create a perfect pantied outline of my raging hard-on

... "There's a lot Baby, maybe even enough to satisfy a cuntlapper like you"...Karen laughs at me in my pink satin nightie as she opens the door to two eager boys..."she won't be long, she's in the shower"...

My fingers pound my ass, my other hand squeezes my hard nipples one-by-one, I'm afraid to touch my pantied cock as I dry-hump the air picturing her taken fore and aft, picturing other men handling her breasts as they fuck her madly, seeing her kiss them eagerly, listening as she tells them of her latest boyfriend..."a real cuntlapper! Fill me up guys!"

I collapse on the bed ever so slowly removing my digits from my abused hole. No more. I can't! Wave after wave of tremors threaten the root of my cock and I struggle desperately to halt what seems inevitable.

"Don't think of it!"

Me, beneath her, "her precious little boy!" eating the cum of how many other men? At least three!

"Don't think about it!"

What are their cocks like? How big are they? A tall handsome black man! I picture his huge cock fucking her, pouring gallons inside her. The two boys, young, eager stallions, able to fuck for hours! Perfect, thick, glorious cocks front and rear...and

"Don't think about it!"

But there's no way she didn't slip her lips around those hot cocks, no way she didn't swallow their thick seed fresh from the source!

I groan at the perversity of it all, how I gloried in her welcoming kisses, how enthusiastically I swallowed everything she could give me, how she'd used me, abused me, made me a cum-dump for her lovers' seed, a cleaner preparing the way for her returning fuckboys. How she ignored my obvious need and thrown me out with her dirty panties as my masturbatory companion.

She knows!

She knows just what I've been doing! Just what I've been thinking! 2 + fucking 2!

She knows!

Knows I love it! Knows what I want! What she can do! Any-fucking-thing!

She knows I'm hers!

My precum begins leaking from my sopping panties onto the sheet below. I'm so hard...hard for her. I look at my phone. It's 2.30am and I know that, at 2.45pm, I'll be waiting on the street, watching her door to see who'll be leaving this time before I arrive!