Future of Porn

*Chapter 3: More Reflections*

But you certainly aren’t the only one as you enjoy the feeling of my erection nudging up against your still-quivering belly as if it were asking for permission to enter. I know that you like to hold my cock, so I leave it in your very lovely and capable hands. Moving one of them up slightly, you gently cup each one of my balls and note just how firm and full they both feel to your soft touch. While this hand caresses the contents of my scrotal sac, your other one glides slowly along my eight-inch erection to read every bump, ridge, and vein of my straining cock.

Oh, those feminine fingers feel so fantastic as they close around my solid shaft and begin to carefully stroke up and down its entire length — savoring the hardness caused by, and intended for you. In fact, you even seem to enjoy the wonderfully warm sensation of semen as it leaks from the circumcised tip and dribbles across your lovely tummy in an outward sign of things to come.

“I have to feel your cock in my pussy, B.”

Lusting for the erection that is about to enter your willing womanhood, you spread open your legs even further to help accommodate its size. This also gives me a completely unobscured view of that exquisite-looking pussy as you insert two of your own sensuous fingers to stir up the copious juices inside and spread their warm lubrication along both the inner and outer folds of your entrance. With a beautiful sight like that, I certainly don’t have to be asked twice as I take up my mating position between your smooth and supple outstretched legs.

Then it hits me. “Sorry, Baby, I need to get a rubber first.” But your lithe and oh-so-lovely legs wrap tightly around my waist and won’t let me up.

“We won’t be needing any of those, Honey.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “They are ribbed for YOUR pleasure.” A devilish little grin comes over your sweet-looking face.

“I don’t want anything coming between us — not even thin latex, besides, B, my handsome husband, I want to feel it when you come deep in my pussy.”

How can a guy ever argue with a beautiful woman who wants to share in the incredible intimacy of his ejaculation? “Okay, but if I end up pregnant…,” I quip.

I know it’s best to use the “go slow” approach while inserting myself into the snug opening of your rejuvenated flower. Hovering over your gorgeous body, I very deliberately continue to rub the bulbous tip of my cock across the feminine curve of your tummy and down through the damp forest of blonde pubic hair that hides your swollen vulva from view. All I want is for my beautiful wife to experience a very physical example of the deep lust that surges throughout my body until it engorges my manhood to the necessary hardness. And also give you another chance to reconsider covering it with a condom.

Apparently, I’m not the only jokester in our bedroom.

“Are you having trouble finding the ‘pearly gate’, B? Here, let me help you with that.”

Kindly taking hold of my hardened penis, you gently guide it toward the entrance of your willing and waiting pussy. Running my swollen cockhead between the gaping flaps of your own labia, you take the time to lubricate the tip completely before easing it into yourself. This allows me to gently push my erection down between the silken lips and into the opening of your canal. So, I start to gradually press just hard enough for only the head of my cock to penetrate into the very vestibule of your vagina. Raising those sexy legs up high, you lock them tightly behind my hips and use those strong bicycle-riding muscles to pull my erection down into your clutching depths.

“Mmmmmmm… B.”

Gritting your teeth, those lovely feminine hands grip the bed sheets tightly as my hardened shaft eases even deeper within your welcoming slit. I’m moving into you as slowly as possible while those tight, velvety pussy walls yield only inch by agonizing inch to this initial entry of my member. You savor the wonderful feeling of my cock as it gently works its way deeper and deeper into your well-lubricated pleasure channel. After only a few seconds I have to stop since I can’t believe how tight your pussy feels along the entire length of my penis. It’s amazing that a woman who has given birth to two children can still remain so close-fitting around the gradual penetration of my erection.You begin to purr deliciously.

“Ohhhhhh, Yessssssssssssssssssssssss….”

Every inch or so, I feel the need to halt along the way to allow you to slowly adjust to the size of my invading cock. Especially when the muscular contractions of your satiny soft walls grip so forcefully around the entrapped shaft. Soon you find yourself closing your lovely eyes as you try to visualize the swollen purple head of my penis as it moves within the glistening pink flesh of your pussy. It takes a little concentration, but eventually I manage to let your vaginal muscles dilate between each of the mighty spasms inside your lubricated sheath. Time for both of us seems to stand still as I move myself further and further in until finally coming to the very end of your taut birth canal.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhhh… that feels so good… and sooooooo deep.”

When I finally bury my entire length, I pause for several moments to allow your passage to stretch fully and become more comfortable with its occupant. I can tell that you feel a sense of accomplishment in conquering my entire cock, and simply having it all safely tucked inside your pussy is enough to cause your beautiful body to shudder with excitement.

“Do you feel it, B?” You ask. “The head of your cock is up against my cervix.” As if to emphasize it, you roll those sumptuous hips beneath me so we both can feel the tip of my penis brushing against the very entrance to your womb.

“Mmmmmmmm. Do you feel it now?”

“How could I ever miss it, my Darling? It feels wonderful to hit bottom inside your lovely pussy.”

The position we’re in right now is so primal for both the male and the female-of-the-species. I know that deep down inside I have to struggle with the evolutionary imperative hidden in my caveman brain, which selfishly demands that I thrust away madly within your glorious pussy to reach my own sexual release. And even though you are just barely past your own prime child-bearing years, there is still an inner-sense of excitement — and dare I say, an illicit thrill — at inviting a man’s unprotected cock into the very core of your womanhood and fertility? It’s only relatively recently in our history that human beings have enjoyed this sexual union for pleasure and not procreation. But, we still feel the need to breed.

There is a wondrous feeling of man and woman — of a male and female connected on such a personal level by sharing the intimacy of each other’s bodies through sexual intercourse. From my place between your sumptuous thighs, I finally realize why a living, breathing man is so necessary to your sexual enjoyment as a woman.

Perhaps it is such things as, the warm, moist lips panting for breath between each yearning and tender kiss, the soft, curly masses of hair that mesh together to cushion our genitals every time they come together, that synchronized throbbing sensation, transmitted repeatedly through the skin-to-skin contact of our bodies, which ends up being the beating of our two hearts. Or perhaps it is merely the weight and bulk of a masculine form laying atop your delicate feminine one as those long and lovely legs glide back and forth past my hips before draping over my flexing thighs and ass.

For a man it’s also wonderful to feel the human warmth and interaction by pressing against each other in such a loving and caring manner. There are experiences in our bed tonight that are making this event more memorable for me, too, like the reflections of our lovemaking in the mirrors and in the glass of the picture frame, or the tender feeling of your fingernails as they scrape across my flanks and then up along my sides — your soft hands rubbing over my strong biceps and shoulders until their fingers begin to play in my chest hair, until the palm of your hands flatten against my pectorals as if to say, “Stop.”

“Wait a moment, B. You will be gentle, my Darling?”

Brushing the soft platinum hair from your temples, I take your lovely face in my hands and dip my head down to bring our lips together as my silent answer.

Always the gentleman, I wait for you to make the first move. Only when you are finished savoring all the unique sensations from our initial insertion do you finally begin the mating dance by slowly drawing your luscious body down away from mine. Down, down into the softness of our mattress, before carefully sliding yourself up over the lubricated pole of my cock. Muscles flexing within your lovely hips, thighs and ass work together as one to propel your pussy back and forth along my entire length. Learning through observation, I let you determine the speed, angle, and most importantly, the depth of each pleasuring penetration. And then once you’ve developed the desired carnal rhythm, I am able to join in.

“Ooooooooooh… that’s it!” you pant.

Moving within you slowly, I allow you to gradually build up towards yet another wonderful climax. Oh, your pussy feels so incredibly hot and wet around my shaft that all I want to do is plunge my hardened cock in and out of your tight-fitting sheath. It isn’t long before you begin to shudder and buck under me as my rigid shaft brushes against your throbbing clit while sliding backwards and forwards through the slippery folds of your pussy, leaving that sexy-looking body of yours to simply tremble beneath me as I continue to drive my penis down into the heated depths of your vagina.

“Ohhhhh, that feels so good, B!”

Our ardent lips come together in a passionate kiss, as my tongue presses into your yearning mouth. There, you begin sucking my tongue in the same way that your satiny pussy is now milking my erection from the base all the way up to the very tip. It’s no wonder that I also experience this amazing sensation when your talented lips work up and down the shaft while sucking my cock.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” I moan.

Our room is absolutely coming alive with the sights, sounds and even smells of heated sex. As we writhe on the bed, this beautiful sexual ballet is accompanied by a veritable orchestra in the form of a crescendo of creaking bedsprings, the musical squishing noise of your slippery ‘C’ cleft, that drum roll of my balls against your lovely rounded ass — and of course, the operatic moans performed by my sexy-looking blonde soprano.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Yes!” you pant

It’s a wonder that the neighbors haven’t already called the police as some of your cries of pleasure actually rattle the window and must surely be heard outside.

“Oooooooooooooooooh, right there, Baby… Right there!”

But, the sweet musky aroma of your arousal, mixing splendidly with the testosterone-laden scent of my sweat is left to be sampled only by us as our nostrils flare open to draw in life-giving oxygen and this incredible ‘parfum de sexe’ of our boudoir.

“Deeper, Honey… I need to feel you deeper!”

Looking past my shoulder, you catch a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror of your make-up table. Instantly, you become a voyeur to your own sexual fulfillment as you watch the two bodies across the room rocking together as passionate lovers. You stare intently at the woman whose thighs are splayed open wide to receive the hardened cock of her man. Through half-open eyes, you find yourself fascinated by the rise and fall of his flexing ass, and the glistening juices that coat his penis as it repeatedly thrusts in and out of her pussy.

Writhing with a renewed series of orgasms, you moan loudly, “Oooooohhhh… Yes, Yes, Yesssssss…!”

Soon your hidden inner-passions are being fulfilled and sexual desires satisfied.

“Ohhhh, B… Fuck me with your hard cock!” you pant. “Fuck me!

And I do. I start to grind my pelvis against yours on every powerful down stroke to catch that sensitive little clitty between our grinding bodies. As this sends you over the cliff of another incredibly powerful climax, your entire erotic being begins to quiver with sexual delight while my plunging cock brings you to new heights of pleasure.

Science may say that the human female doesn’t come into heat but they haven’t seen your exciting body respond to the sexual attentions of your man. Like the taut inner-stomach muscles once again rippling uncontrollably as wave after wave of enjoyment rushes throughout your belly or the sight of those lovely pert, pink nipples so erect with excitement and your sweet pussy now overflowing with generous volumes of the slippery fluids that gush forth to bathe my balls with each powerful thrust.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, B… I’m coming again!”

As you begin convulsing, your body quakes through its latest powerful orgasm for several moments until you growl up at me with half-closed eyes.

“Harder!” You insist. “Fuck me harder!”

Pure animal lust takes over now as I begin to thrust deeply within your willing womanhood with a renewed sense of purpose. I start off by hooking my elbows inside your knees to spread your legs open even wider, giving you the deep penetration that you need and deserve as a woman. I look down to see the immense sense of satisfaction that glows from your beautiful beaming face in the safety and sanctity of our own private bedchamber. I notice that you are once again gasping and beginning to shake beneath me as yet another orgasm races throughout your body. Working to drive my cock into you harder and harder, that luscious pussy gets even wetter as you realize we’re stimulating nerve endings deep deep inside of your very being. Soon your head begins to roll back and forth across the pillow as your magnificent D-cup tits sway in time with each mighty lunge.

“Yessss, B… Yesssss, Yesssssssssssss, Yessssssssssssssssss!” You hiss.

My hips are ramming the whole length of my cock down deep within your tight confines, as the pleasure quickly becomes unbearable for me, too.

I can only groan deeply, “Ohhh, Baby… I’m going to explode!”

This certainly isn’t news to the inner workings of a blonde sex goddess like yourself as you already sense the approach of my impending release. Your knowledge of my male body realizes that these thrusts are becoming much more insistent as you feel my ripe balls slapping confidently against your shuddering, upturned rump. More and more sweat is dripping off my body as I become determined to drive my raging erection towards the end of your spasming pink passage. Each deep plunge is bringing you the telltale sign of my shaft beginning to swell as it prepares to deliver its heavy load of semen into your clutching depths. So, reaching over my hips, your lovely red fingernails dig into the flesh of my flexing ass with both hands to pull me even further into your churning pussy.

“Ohhh, B… You’re in SO… DEEP! Shoot your hot come way up in my pussy!”

My breathing is becoming more labored as I try to answer your call to action by pile-driving my dick into the deepest parts of your vaginal canal before I ejaculate.

“Mmmmmmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmph!” I gasp.

Rearing back, my body arches and I utter a deep animalistic groan as the bolt of lightning shooting through my aching nuts signals that both of them are drawing up tight against my body to begin their reproductive spasm. The super-heated sperm that’s been pent-up within my testicles all this time, surges up through the coiled length of my vas and warns me that I’ve just passed the point of no return.

Suddenly, my body stiffens as I growl, “Ohhh… Baby, I’m coming! I’m coming, N!”

One, last determined thrust drives my sexual sword to the hilt — balls deep within your satiny slit. Desperately, my mouth covers your full luscious lips as we kiss passionately again to celebrate our sweet release. A moment later, we are climaxing as one, our bodily fluids combining as we grind cock and pussy together, coming spectacularly. For both of us it almost feels as if my penis is erupting like a volcano so deep inside the spasming folds of your womanhood, followed immediately by the magical sensation of my hot come splashing repeatedly against your receptive cervix causing you to cry out again and again as another string of intense orgasms ripple through your mid-section.

“Yesss, Yess, B. Fill me with your sperm!”

It looks like you have never felt more alive as a woman as you give in to that natural urge to bear down along the cock that’s spattering and coating the walls of your contracting pussy. There is a wonderful surge of warmth, which is flowing through your quivering loins like a wild river. Tightening the grip on me with your legs, that velvety pink cavern is repeatedly milking my hard-on with those powerful muscles as I continue to release even more molten streams of my semen deep within your heaving belly.

“Ooooooooooh, I can feel it!” You groan desperately.

It’s all we can do to keep ourselves from passing out from the sheer magnitude of this climax. My straining balls feel like they are being turned inside-out as the last of our opalescent juices are mixing together in the sanctity of your vaginal vault. The two of us can only look at each other in surprise at the power of our mutual orgasm, and how much sperm is being pumped into your womb.

“I can feel it soooooo… deep!”

My spent cock is still sliding back and forth deep within your clasping pussy, while I continue to be simply amazed by the amount of pleasure that one woman can absorb and yet give at the same time. I finally collapse on top of your quivering figure as you affectionately stroke fingertips along my back while my warm seed starts to trickle out of your pussy and down onto the bed. We remain connected to each other for what seems like hours or even days as you purr with pleasure,

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

It a wonderful feeling to lay here in the comfort of our own bed with such a tender and loving woman lying beneath me, my cock buried in her.

Gazing deeply into my wife’s piercing blue eyes, I look down to see the immense sense of joy that glows from your beautiful beaming face. And as your body finally subsides from it’s latest powerful climax, you grin up at me with a complete sense of sexual satisfaction. Slowly, we both regain some semblance of normalcy as I raise myself above your supine form. Brushing some of the blonde locks away from your face, I lean down to apply a gentle and loving kiss onto your exposed forehead.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, N.”

I could probably let my cock remain in the wonderfully welcoming warmth of that pussy all day long as your inner muscles continue to drain me through this intense release. But, as soon as I begin my careful dismount, the thick cream of my ejaculation starts to slowly ooze out from the swollen lips of your pussy and down the crack of that cute ass to pool on the sheets below. There is an immense feeling of accomplishment for both of us as I gradually let my penis slide back out of your come-filled canal until the head finally leaves your opening. Withdrawing from the carnal battlefield, I roll over onto my back to rest.

Pulling your knees back to raise those legs high into the air, you try to elevate your delicate pelvis so you won’t lose any more of those precious fluids from your freshly fucked pussy. Your soft, feminine hand glides down to carefully cover that puffy mound and stem the flow of our pearly juices from your gaping entrance. Then I think you surprise us both by gazing deeply into the table top mirror once again and spreading your swollen pussy lips wide open with two fingers to expose the full load of my semen still deep inside your drenched vagina.

His mind is racing, overflowing with thoughts, more questions than answers, lots more.

He “must” know her, but who is she? She obviously wants to get in touch, otherwise why would she give out her hotmail address? He’s already checked his contacts although he knew even before he did that the address wasn’t one of them.

One thing he does know though, he wants to watch it again, all the way through this time. He looks across at Tab, she’s definitely asleep. What would she look like in a balaclava?

As Dan eases back the covers from his naked body he tells himself he’s simply going to the bathroom, where he’ll masturbate into the toilet and flush away his urges, hopefully enabling himself to sleep.

He is of course lying to himself, and even before he’s silently padded from the room he knows it. The bathroom is where he heads first however, his guilty footfalls silent on the thick carpet of the hallway. When he leaves the bathroom shortly afterwards he has a wad of toilet tissue in his hand. The other hand tugs insistently at his long, thin cock.

Before descending the stairs he takes a quick look at his bedroom door, he’s nervous, Tab could wake and find him missing, but she’s a sound sleeper, the chances are slim.

The stairs and hallway below are almost pitch black, he treads carefully, one hand sliding on the wall for support, trying not to dislodge the pictures that hang along it, feeling for the next step with his feet. He doesn’t want to switch on the light. In the hallway he reaches out his hands in front of him, seeking the door to the living room.

He finds the handle and carefully eases it down, pushing gently against the door. It slides open with a whisper against the carpet. He closes it again behind him.

An orange glow from the sodium lamp on the street outside filters though their net curtains. It’s just enough to see by. The dark hulk of the television sits waiting in the corner of the room. It sits above the video player, and that sits upon a drawer unit containing all their videos. He crosses the room and kneels before the television, far closer than his mother would ever let him sit as a child, but no one’s here to tell him not to.

He places the tissue down in front of himself.

Sliding his fingertips over the front of the television he feels for both the power and volume buttons then simultaneously switches on the power and turns the volume right down. Even before the picture comes into proper clarity the sound is whisper quiet. He’ll turn it up a bit later but it needs to be just loud enough and no more.

It must be monster season.

On screen an old black and white horror movie is playing, giant ants are silently terrorizing a small American town. Dan’s pale, wiry body and the room beyond are bathed in a grey flickering glow, his eyes shining and wide, reflecting the grey rectangle of the screen.

With deliberate but unnecessary care he pulls the drawer open, it slides easily and quietly on its runners. Rows and rows of tapes are lined up, some pre-recorded films but mostly the tapes are filled with old TV shows, recorded then watched only once or twice before being wiped over with more of the same.

He needs to pull the drawer right open, for the tape he seeks has been hidden right at the back. Using the light from the TV he peers in and sees the tape he’s after. It’s unmarked, he’ll have to mark it up soon with something inconspicuous if he wants to keep in here for much longer. It would be far safer to hide it someplace else though, he’ll have to think of somewhere. He glances towards the hallway door, it’s closed, just as he left it. His fingers close around the tape.

He received it earlier today in the early morning mail, Tab, thank god, had just left for work. He heard it drop through the letterbox, an unusually loud thump as it hit the floor spiking his curiosity.

It was a brown, padded envelope, his name and address written in Biro. He didn’t notice the slight discolouration around the stamps, and would have thought nothing of its origin if he had.

When he saw the tape inside, and the fluttering of the small piece of paper as it fell to the floor his curiosity went into overdrive. He had to watch it there and then, who cares if he was a little late for work.

Ten amazing minutes later, long before the end of the tape, he happened to glance up just as Tab’s car pulled back into the driveway. Frantically he’d hidden it and the slip of paper with the hotmail address in the drawer.

Tab had forgotten her purse, nearly giving Dan a heart attack and ensuring that the rest of the incredible tape remained unwatched, its contents only to be guessed at. Tab lightheartedly berated Dan for being late for work, he blamed loosing his keys, and they left the house together this time, leaving the tape to wait till now.

The tape disappears inside the machine, the loading mechanism horrifically loud in the still air of the house. Dan holds his breath as if that will make a difference. The logical side of his brain tells him Tab couldn’t possibly have heard, let alone woken up, but as Dan was finding out, at 3 in the morning when you’re sneaking around your own home, logic doesn’t feature highly in your thought processes.

He rewinds it to the beginning and flicks channels upwards through the late night selection, until he finds the video channel. Momentarily the screen is filled with static which, as he presses play, turns to black, back to static for a second and then the picture flicks into life.

The bed lonely in an empty bedroom, but not for long. His tormentor comes into view, coming out from behind the camera. As soon as he sees her Dan’s hand speeds up on his shaft, his knees spread wide apart, his balls almost touching the thick carpet as he sits back, gazing lustfully at the screen.

The balaclava, it’s the first thing the eye is drawn to. Black with tiny eye holes and a slightly larger hole for her mouth. It could be anyone under there, only her long dark hair could give any clues to her identity.

He thinks she looks like an office worker, with her navy skirt and white blouse looking like the uniform of a secretary. Then again, he muses she could just as easily be far more senior. He chooses to think of her as a secretary though. Does her boss have any idea of what she gets up to in her spare time?

She sits down on the edge of the bed, facing the camera now, taking up most of the frame. There’s a glint in her eyes, shining from within the dark wells created by the balaclava. Her legs are pressed together, prim and proper. She places her hands flat on her thighs. Something about her pose reminds Dan of a nervous interviewee. He knows he’d give her a job, any job.

Seconds pass and she remains still, Dan hears the ticking of the mantlepiece clock, other than that everything is silent.

Almost imperceptibly at first, and with measured calm, one hand moves, sliding over her skirt and up, past her waist, onto the cotton of her blouse. It carries on upwards, meeting the impressive swelling of her breasts, curving up and over.

Just underneath the bottom of the woollen balaclava, at her throat, it rests in a stranglers pose. More seconds pass, it seems there’s no hurry. Her fingers and thumb caress her neck before dropping down.

Her fingers alight on the top button of her blouse, it releases with barely any movement from them. It would be wrong to say the next two buttons followed swiftly, but it seemed that way to Dan. Doesn’t time fly when you’re having guilty fun.

As she releases the remaining buttons Dan’s eyes are glued to where the sides of her generous breasts can be seen in the slight parting of her blouse.

“Oh wow.” He whispers, despite having seen it once before. Being down in the darkness, doing something he shouldn’t, has given everything an added razors edge of excitement, and besides that, the curve of her breasts fully deserve his exclamation.

The blouse is now fully undone but she doesn’t remove it straight away. Her hand rises to her chest again, caressing one orb through the cotton of her blouse, a slow circular motion, the softest lovers touch, her blouse creasing and sliding over her skin but never revealing more than the slightest tease of her plump breast.

Her gaze is focussed intently on the camera, her eyes making contact with Dan’s and never breaking.

Her hand slides to the other breast, across and under her blouse, hidden from the wrist upwards. Again the hand moves with slowly circular motions, perhaps a little harder now, rubbing and flattening her soft flesh with her palm.

Dan shuffles even closer to the TV and turns the volume up a little, just enough so he’ll be able to hear it, but only just. He’s close to coming already, his cock dribbling as he strokes it forcefully, pelvis tipped towards the screen. He slows down, forcing himself to prolong it, there’s a long way to go yet, he hopes.

His other hand glides over his body, up the insides of his thighs, toying briefly with his balls, sending shivers with fingertips, and then up to his chest, playing in the coarse hair there, tweaking his nipples, just like Tab does.

Both her hands move beneath their cotton shroud now, synchronized, large circular motions. She tilts her head down and he hears it, the faintest of sighs, as she responds to her own touch. Her legs, covered by sheer, dark stockings remain primly together, blocking any attempted view between.

She stands up, for the moment hands still on her chest, and turns around, her rear now facing the camera. Dan can’t help but make comparisons to his wife asleep upstairs. Tabitha’s sexy with a cute little behind, slim waist and small, perky tits. But this unknown woman makes Tab look boyish. He feels a little guilty with the thought, but can’t help himself.

The woman parts her legs just a little, feet maybe a foot apart. Her hands come down from her front, slide into the curve of her waist and out and down to her hips, tracing the same curves that draw Dan’s hungry eyes. As her fingers find the curve of her buttocks she bends forward at the waist, pushing her arse back towards the camera. Continuing further down her hands slide over her skirt as she tilts ever forward until her fingers find the hemline, just above the depression of the back of her knees.

Slowly, as if there could be no other way, she pulls up the back of her skirt. Her dark, lacy stocking tops exposed first, pale thigh above.

“You want it don’t you.” Dan hisses, wanking himself hard at the seductive sight, just knowing she’s doing this all for him, offering herself.

More and more creamy thigh comes into view, her skirt rucking up as she gathers it into her fists. Her legs look so toned and firm, he can’t help but wonder how it would feel to be squeezed between those powerful limbs.

As she raises the skirt she straightens up until, as it reaches the crease where thigh becomes buttock, she is upright. Still she lifts her skirt, he sees her white knickers, nestled between her cheeks, sees between her legs, to where those knickers cloak hidden delights.

Her arse though, for now that’s what he gazes at, his face inches from the screen. Her skirt is held high, unable to rise anymore, the pristine swelling of her pale rump exposed. Dan wants to kiss the screen, to lick it, to fuck it, anything in fact to let him believe he’s in there, touching those perfect cheeks. He reaches for them, wet fingertips seeking, and leaves a snail trail of pre-come on the screen, tracing his desire upon her.

Again she bends forward, further this time, the slight crease between buttock and thigh disappearing, the distinction blurring, becoming one long, fabulous curve, from her knees to oblivion. She rests one hand on the bed, her open blouse hanging down, still shielding her breasts from view. Her skirt lies crumpled on her lower back, no need to hold it anymore, freeing her hand to explore, it slides down her belly, into the hanging folds of skirt material and beyond, until Dan sees it between her legs, reaching back, touching white cotton.

Touching and rubbing, back and forth. He hears her silky moan, watches her body react, legs squeezing tight around the slow metronomic motions of her hand before widening further, her arse pushed back, offered openly to the camera, to Dan.

Who is she? Dan feels sure, with the easy confidence that arousal brings, that one day soon he’ll find out. She’ll announce herself to him, make herself known and offer more than just her image on a screen.

Her fingers stray from view, slipping beneath the white gusset, her hand moving more urgently, her pelvis rotating against it.

“Ahhh,” comes her voice. “Ahhhh,” and again, hissing like a pressure release valve.

She stands up a little more, her skirt falling back down her toned, pale thighs, hiding her rump and the movement of her hand behind a navy curtain as she returns slowly to an upright position. The slight rocking of her elbow though, gives telltale signs of the activity between her legs. Like a lever, a small motion there translating to a larger motion in the humid gap between those white panties and her damp skin.

This is where Dan had been so rudely interrupted before, from now on everything was thrilling and new.

Head tilting to the ceiling, her moans of pleasure come quietly from the speakers, for his ears only.

Upstairs in the bed for two people now occupied by only one, Tabitha, on the cusp of consciousness, stirs. Roused from deeper slumber by something unknown, Tabitha reaches for her opposite number, seeking his warmth for comfort.

Downstairs, Dan’s cock is slick with liquid desire, wet sounds come from down there as a fist works hard along it, the other hand nestles between his legs, toying with his balls.

The balaclava clad woman turns around to face the camera. Bringing her breasts swinging into view, fat and perky with large brown nipples, Dan has to have them, and he’s sure he will. She touches them now, one hand caressing each one in turn. He longs for his hands to do what hers is now, cupping and squeezing them, her nipples looking so tempting, so suckable as she toys with them, making them stiff and erect.

Meanwhile the other hand, mostly hidden by her panties, moves slowly and rhythmically between her legs.

Her mouth is open, he can see her tongue flicking out, wetting her bottom lip. He wants to kiss that mouth, those full lips, to push his tongue between them, but, he looks down between her legs, more than anything in the world right now he wants to put his tongue down there.

“Show me your cunt.” He murmurs as she brings her hand out from under her panties, the front of her skirt falling down, She trails the hand up her body, eventually finding her mouth. He sees her tongue wrapping around two fingers as she tastes herself, sucking the digits inside.

With her fingers moving between her lips she sits down again on the edge of the bed, legs together again but not, he’s sure, for long.

Her hands slide down to her knees, in almost exactly the pose she started with. Dan sees her fingertips playing at the edge of her skirt, easing under the hem.

He wasn’t expecting what happened next, but it made him ache with need.

“Will you promise to fuck me hard?” her voice was soft, but with a ragged edge that betrayed her desire. Dan couldn’t believe she was speaking to him, he had to release his cock, so close was he to the edge.

Her hands begin to tug at her skirt, slowly drawing it up her thighs.

“You’ve got my hotmail address, use it, you won’t regret it.”

“I promise, I promise,” he hisses, leaning in close. “I’ll do you so fucking hard.”

Her skirt is as high as it can go, her legs resolutely together. She seems to lean towards Dan.

“My cunt is for you,” she licks her lips. “Whenever you want it, it’s yours.”

He kisses the screen, saliva on her face, his fingertips touching her knees, as if he could prise them apart.

“I want it now.”

Upstairs Tabitha opens her eyes and sees her husband missing. She assumes he’s in the toilet and closes them again. For some reason though she’s restless and cannot sleep. She waits for his return.

On screen her hands hook into the elastic of her panties and, after lifting herself a little from the bed and keeping her legs together, she tugs them down. Past her knees they fall of their own accord, down to the floor where she lifts her feet from them.

Looking right into Dan’s soul as she does so, she runs her hands up and down her lap, fingers sliding into the crease between them, one hand rising up to her belly, fingering her navel and then higher, massaging her breasts. The other pushing down between her tightly closed thighs, forcing them to open just a little to accommodate.

He hears her sigh as she touches herself then hears something else, too quiet to catch properly.

Quickly he rewinds the tape, turning up the volume.

Her hand plunges down again between her legs, she sighs, “Ohhh,” and then.

“I’m so wet for you,” she whispers, barely audible.

Again he rewinds, again he turns up the volume with slippery fingers.

“Ohhh.”

“I’m so wet for you.”

She parts her legs, opening like the wings of a butterfly, showing everything except the one thing he craves. Her hand is flat against her pussy, fingers pointing down, motionless, unlike the hand that plays rough with her nipples. As he watches, the middle finger of her pussy hand begins to move. Up and down, up and down.

“Oh Fucking hell.” He moans as he watches that finger slowly disappear inside. She closes her eyes, his are wide, staring, fist pumping hard along his cock.

The finger reappears before gliding inside again and again, into the focus of his intense desire.

She opens her eyes, looking into his darkened living room. Slowly, a little breathless she says.

“I bet you’d like to see my cunt.”

“Yes.” He hisses in reply.

“I’d like you to touch it too.”

“Oh please.”

Her thighs close and she withdraws her hand, bringing it, and the other, to her knees. Then, with delicious lack of urgency, pulls those knees apart with her hands. Nothing remains to hinder his view and he drinks it in, The darkness of her stockings framing the creaminess of her thighs, in turn framing the wanton pink/red gash of her cunt. The crumpled navy line of her skirt above that, and then those breasts, hanging fertile and plump, framed by the white sides of her open blouse. Above it all the balaclava, hiding her identity but not the glittering lust in her eyes.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks. “Do you want to touch me?”

He’s speechless, on the edge of losing control, he licks the screen, the thin tip of his tongue flicking between her legs by way of reply.

With her hands resting halfway up her thighs, fingertips lightly playing there, she leans forward.

“I’m gonna tell you a secret.” She whispers in a conspirators hush.

“When I’m alone at night, I think of you, and I finger myself,” a hand moves up her thigh, fingers finishing millimeters from the puffy swelling of a pussy lip. “Like this.”

She runs two fingers up the length of her pussy, briefly circling her clit, gasping as she does so. The noise fills Dan’s head, such a beautiful sound, he’d give anything to hear it for real.

Those fingers part her outer flesh, play along flushed crimson inner lips, dip inside, coming out shiny and wet.

“I dream it’s you, I want you so badly.” Her voice needful, her fingers spreading her natural lubricant all over the soft pink lines of her pussy, dipping, no, plunging back into her wet heat, piercing herself.

“Mmhhh.”

Wrapped in their thick duvet Tabitha lies awake. Dan’s been gone for ages. She can’t suppress her curiosity, wondering what he’s up to, if he’s all right.

Enraptured, Dan watches her hands, wishing they were his own, touching her, making her moan. The video is such sweet torture.