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I’ll begin by telling the truth. Curiosity all the time gets the better of me. It really shouldn’t because it leads me to do things like this, and also what I’m about to write.

A couple of years ago, during the time of lockdowns I was lonely. So as anyone would do, I went onto a website to chat to others. It was one of those websites with a large forum, messages filtering through of how horny and aroused people were. It was one long chain of usernames and messages.

I sent one, it was simple, ‘Looking for someone to help me cum’. My inbox was flooded, I swiped off the messages that weren’t to my taste (I’m fickle). Until I got to his, we’ll call him Harry. We started talking, he was bi, 25, and we liked the idea of performing together. We fantasised about kneeling between a man’s legs, suckling on his cock together, sharing his cum between us. We wanted to wear matching outfits, cute little dresses with pinafores or small cheerleading outfits. We would dream of bending over, scraps of fabric pushing up over our ass to reveal little plugs we’d fitted together.

I liked Harry, I remember our first conversation I was so aroused, sticky, wet. I told him ‘It’s hard to write one handed’ and then we played, our first conversation was an hour and a half. I fingered myself, embarrassingly wet to the point I couldn’t get any pressure on my clit. In a horny daze I messaged Harry with a request, we’d been talking and jerking for so long by now.

‘Harry. Push me to cum please. I want you to cheer me on’

Looking back, I wanted to be praised, to be ‘cheered on to cum’. Our masturbation session was mutual, we wanted to please each other as much as the faceless third we wanted.

I was frantic. Three fingers back and forth against my clit, sloppy, grinding my hips, a little sweat taking over. All the while I stared at my phone. The messages kept coming through.

‘You can do it!’
‘Keep touching yourself baby.’
‘I want you to cum. Please cum.’
‘Cum for me’
‘Keep going, I know you can do it.’
‘You can cum, it’ll feel so good.’
‘Come on baby you can do it!’
‘You’re doing so well, you’re such a good girl.’

I sent one final message, I was delirious. Squirming all over my bed, underwear and pants discarded on the floor. I couldn’t get into a position, I just needed to cum so badly. I remember turning around, my feet now propped up on my headboard, ass pressed against the metal. I was so open, a position Harry would love.

‘I’m close. Please’

That was it. Harry cheered for me, my pussy beginning to cum.

‘One last bit baby.’
‘You can do it!’
‘You’ve worked so hard.’
‘Come on baby!’
‘Cum for me!’

And I did. I shrieked, biting my hand and moaning. I could feel my hole clenching, opening and closing, desperate to be filled. I was so exhausted but I turned to my phone and sending him a message.

‘Thank you. Now let’s make you cum.’

If there are people who are interested, I have a second story

NSFW: yes

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