Story writing has always been a way to release stress, but writing about things you like and experience is even a bigger relief. One evening I was cruising around the internet on a fisting forum looking at all the current posts, my boyfriend was on his comp across the room looking at chat rooms related to dogs. After some time, he suggested I get on and talk to someone. I jumped on the new experience.

Watching a few minutes of people logging on and off, I became impatient and looked at the list of those online and picked a member. By process of elimination I picked a middle aged fellow. I called him out asking him if he wanted to talk. He began to talk to me cautiously.

With some initial “feeling each other out” online, I began to ask him what interested him. He was elusive at first, I responded with that being over forty, you grow wary of game playing and get right to the heart of the matter. He took me on and began telling me that he had an interest and hadn’t really dabbled into any dog activity.

I had a sip of wine, took a drag of my clove cigarette and began to move on this. I described myself vaguely, forty-two, educated and in a relationship with someone like mind who has allowed me to explore my desires and interests. In a heartbeat this online fellow took our conversation to a private query. He was fifty two, an architect and in no way was his wife interested in anything like this. He was in his basement office “working” while his she slept. I told him I also ventured in the recesses at night while doing college work to internet sites and masturbated to a wide variety of interests.
I asked him what I could do for him to get things started. He responded with what kind of dogs I owned. I described then and then asked if he had seen much mounting before. He described his online experience and let it be known that he was new to online play in general. His vocabulary and expression wasn’t the typical dribble I had encountered and told him that that was a turn on for me. I was beginning to get wet. He returned with a smile and told me he was having a tingling sensation in his pants.

I took another drag while my cigarette hung from my lips and began feverishly typing. “Pull your cock out of your pants and let’s focus on playing.” “I already have and have been stroking the tip of my cock”. I readjusted the way I was sitting in my chair and took another sip of wine. My boyfriend came over, read a bit and smiled. I told him I am in for the long haul now.

I opened my silk kimono slightly revealing my black bra with the neon skeletons that kept my breasts from brimming over. My legs were parted a bit to reveal a clean shaven pussy that had been all day hot with anticipation. I could feel the moisture. That fellow online sent back a moan and told me that I was making him hot. He asked if my clit was out and I returned with ‘yes’ as I stroked it. He wanted to wrap his face in my pussy and lick my clit. I asked him how he feeling and he replied that there was precum on his cock. I told him to spread it around his head. He wished I was his neighbor.
Took another drink and focused back to him. I knew where this was leading. I told him I wanted to lick his balls and follow up his shaft. He returned with a moan and said he was visualizing my pussy and smelling its juices. He began to pull on his balls and I began working towards getting him off. In the meantime, I looked over at my boyfriend and was aching for his fist in my cunt so that I could hurt a little and then cum. I wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock and suck his balls as he moaned.

Online, my 52 year old architect was continuing his dialogue. He asked me if I minded a shaven cock and balls, I told him I was already there. I imagined him in his basement office with just his monitor glowing turned away from the door in case of an unexpected visitor. It was a warm feeling to be there with him. I asked him what I could do to relieve him. He told me that he wished his hand were inside my pussy and forcing his tongue down my throat.

I smiled and caressed my breasts with one hand as I continued to type with the other. I told him that it was difficult to type, he agreed and told me I was amazing and he was ready to cum. He stroked and moaned. I waited as my heart began to beat faster. He wanted to run his tongue down my pussy while penetrating my ass with hand. I told him I wanted to ride his cock. There was a moment of silence from our comps and I knew it was over. He was quivering, I was hungry for my boyfriend. I told him how to find me online and he was thanking me for the terrific time and talk. He thought I was amazing. We said our goodbyes and I retreated to the couch next to my boyfriend.
He and I were definitely pent up, I began to play with his cock and lick his balls. I put my mouth around them and felt their contents. I maneuvered for his ass to penetrate his hole, he moaned and laid back closing his eyes. I continued while his cock quickly became rock hard. He got up to get on top and fuck me. It was purposeful and hot. He felt so good inside. I had been waiting all day for him to cum and smell him on my pussy. As he thrust, I began to get lost in that sensation. Warm and excited I could feel the rise between us and then there was that final moment of force. I was somewhere else. A varied stress relieving experience, capsulated