So Wrong (the collected pornographica of Elsie)

<Client>

You know that feeling? Maybe you don’t, but I do. That feeling when you wake up in the morning, and you’re feeling horny but you’re disgusted with yourself and bored with your husband, and your belly is too big and your tits sag, and he snores and farts and is all-in-all a good man, but isn’t there something more to all this? You get dressed, you make breakfast, you kiss your husband goodbye when he leaves for work… and then what?

I guess that’s the moment when you go out and have an affair. Or develop a drinking problem. Or join the PTA and get serious about Stamp Collecting. Me, I signed up for Second Skyn.

There are worse coping mechanisms, I guess. It’s not cheap, but what is? And I’m not actually cheating on my husband. Actually, I’m considering getting him a guest account, so he can watch me. Or, screw it, maybe I’ll surprise him and sign him up for a full account, so that I can watch him. That could be pretty hot…

<Host>

When I scanned my queue first thing in the morning, over my own private cup of coffee, I saw that I had a new request. It was a name I didn’t recognize. The profile claimed to be a middle-aged lady somewhere in the Midwest. But people claim all sorts of things. She didn’t have any reviews, which isn’t a good sign, but she was also a brand new user, which could explain it. I decided to go for it, and sent her a chat request, and she responded right away.

We talked a little bit, exchanging banalities, and then going a little deeper into what she was after. I had a good feeling about her, which isn’t bombproof, but after you’ve been in the biz a while, you learn to trust your hunches. We agreed to Skyn together in twenty minutes, long enough for me to finish my coffee and do my bathroom stuff.

<Client>

I was so excited when we got off the phone, I had to fight down the urge to masturbate right away. He was exactly what I was looking for. He was young, but not a kid; fit, but not a muscle boy, smart, funny, and most important of all he seemed REAL. He was nice, witty, not fake at all, and he seemed to be really into it. I was afraid I’d end up with a Ken-doll porn star type, a big dick, just going through the motions, but that wasn’t his vibe at all.

I got undressed and lay down on the bed, putting on the goggles and the earpieces, applying the electrode stickers according to the instructions. My vibrator and a bottle of lube were close at hand, but I had the strongest feeling I wasn’t even going to need them. This was going to be great!

<Host>

I finished brushing my teeth and shaving my face, and I did a quick brush-up shave to the pubes. I decided to start out fully dressed, just for the fun of it, so I pulled on a pair of jeans over my blue silk boxers, and put on a t-shirt. Then I lay down on the bed and smeared on a healthy dose of saline paste before I applied on the electrodes. Finally, I plugged the transmitter unit into the socket behind my left ear. The socket was the most expensive part of my rig, and getting it installed was a little scary and had left me with a headache that had lasted a week, as well as a brief worrisome spell of double vision that had thankfully self-resolved, but it was totally worth it. Far less clunky than the VR helmet, and my income had more than doubled once I’d started using it.

I lay down on the bed and relaxed, readying myself for her to take over. But not too relaxed. You never did know with people; I myself had a guy try to make me jump in front of a bus once, and a girlfriend of mine told me about waking up with a knife stuck up her cunt. This lady seemed nice enough, but you really never know…

<Client>

When I clicked the <ON> button on the side of the glasses, there was a lurch that was almost physical and left me slightly sick to my stomach, and then a pastoral scene: grass-covered hills with pretty trees and butterflies flitting about. A screensaver. I’d been warned about the nausea, and it soon evaporated. Then a thought balloon popped up in the air, asking if I would accept the offered host? I reached up and pushed the OK button, and my world shifted again.

Again the wave of nausea, but it passed quickly, and I was staring up at a strange ceiling. A ceiling fan turned lazily, and the perimeter was lined with LED Christmas tree lights. His sensations were intense, in fact a little too much at first: I could feel the soles of his feet, the pulse in his temples, his nipples rubbing up against the fabric of his t-shirt, the swelling of his cock. I had to go into settings and dial down the inputs a couple notches before it became overwhelming.

Much better. Somewhere, on another plane, I was aware that my clit was throbbing, and my cunt was wet, soaked in fact, wetter and more slippery than it had been without the assistance of lube in… years!

I pinched his nipples under his shirt and got a pleasant jolt and the even more pleasant sensation of his cock twitching inside his jeans. I ran his hand down the front of his crotch, feeling him stiffen, exploring his, my very own, length and girth through the rough denim. Mmm, big but not too big. He was fully erect now, and straining against the confining fabric. So THIS was how that felt… delicious!

There was a big mirror mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. Shamelessly, I watched myself peel of the t-shirt, revealing a slim, hairless, muscular torso. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled those off along with his cute silk boxers (swoon!), and got a cheap thrill out of the way his cock bounced to full attention once free from his underpants. He was shaved bare, which is NOT my favorite look on a guy, I like some neatly trimmed pube action, but I have to say it felt amazing!

Lazily, I let my finger trace its way up and down the length of my dick, enjoying the textures and the contours. There was a fat drop of pre-come at the tip, and I scooped it up, bringing it to my lips. Holy shit, I could even TASTE the salty sweetness. I knew where all MY spare money was going from now on!

I played with my balls, gently juggling the tender globes around their soft sac, making my cock strain even harder.  I let my finger explore further down, petting the tender flesh of his taint, pressing against his puckered little asshole. I couldn’t believe how hot I was, how turned on this body had become. I wanted to FUCK, I wanted to shove that cock into the nearest available willing cunt, I wanted to lip my own lips around it and suck myself until I exploded in my own mouth… but of course he wasn’t quite that flexible. Though I admit I did do a shoulder-stand just to find out.

There was a bedside table with tissues and lube and a variety of toys conveniently laid out; a pocket pussy, a bullet vibe, a couple dildos, a small, and a much larger butt plug, as well as a bottle of lube and a box of tissues. I was tempted to try out the pocket pussy, but what I really wanted to feel was my own hand stroking my very own cock, making myself come in a way I had only ever experienced vicariously before. I did like the look of the butt plugs though.

I smeared lube all over the plug, and his tight asshole for good measure. The thing looked freaking enormous, I’m not sure my own body could have taken it, at least not without a long period of warm-up. His asshole swallowed the stainless steel toy with barely a complaint. The feeling once inside was amazing! I mean, I like some good anal action now and then, but it felt like this toy was pressed hard against the base of my cock, and it was driving me fucking insane! I glopped lube into my palms, and rolled over onto my back, admiring the view in the mirror, the weird porn star look of the shaved cock and balls framed by muscular thighs, the shiny flange of the butt plug nestled between tight buns.

I squeezed my cock in one hand, and immediately realized how easy it is for guys to masturbate: it’s all RIGHT THERE! I started slow, spreading the slick lube up and down the shaft and all over the swollen, purple head, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep the pace slow for long. I cupped my balls, torturing myself, barely dragging my fingertips up and down the length of my throbbing erection as my entire body begged for release.

Still squeezing my balls tight with one hand, I began jerking off in earnest, savoring every second of it, delighting in both the feel of my cock in my hand and my hand wrapped around my cock. I watched, entranced, craning my neck for a better view, moving my hand faster and faster, lifting my hips up off the sheets, involuntarily moaning out loud in my cascading ecstasy, my abdominal muscles rigid, my fist a blur now, my erection the exact center of the universe, my prostate throbbing against the toy in my ass like a second heart…

…and I came! His climax wrenched through me, unexpectedly powerful, and somewhere, far away, my own body came too, my cunt twitching and spasming without so much as a finger on my clit. Our combined orgasms shook my body, his body, for a little while I wasn’t even sure which was which, and I honestly didn’t care. He shot gobs of beautiful white pearly come all over his tummy and chest, and I just had to scoop it up with my finger and lick it all up, not because it was delicious (though it certainly didn’t taste bad!), but because it was so fucking sexy to be able to do that, to come as a guy and be able to lick it up myself. His penis shrank and softened disappointingly quickly, and I figured it would be polite to pull the butt plug out before logging off.

I tipped him, in addition to the standard fee, and jerked off twice the old-fashioned way, before finally getting out of bed to take a shower and start my day in earnest. I felt alive, in a way that I had forgotten I was capable of.

<Host>

I came out of the Skyn sweaty and sticky, tender of cock and anus, and still pleasantly high from the afterglow of my orgasm. And hers too, I think it had bled through the inputs, which can happen when things get really intense. She had been an excellent ride, and (peeking at my account balance), she had tipped me handsomely. This job, when it’s good, is the best job in the world. I had just made more money than I used to make in a full day as a bike messenger, just for jerking off for twenty minutes. I took a shower and brewed a second cup of coffee, and chatted with her on the text app for a while. It sounded like she could become a regular paycheck. She had a fantasy about me sucking a stranger’s cock in the back of some bar, which I wasn’t opposed to, especially with my friend Timithy playing the part of the ‘stranger’; and she wanted to Skyn me while I fucked a girl, which was fine by me as well. “That ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it, money for nothing and the chicks are free…”

<Client>

We chatted for a while, and I felt myself getting turned on all over again. I wanted to suck a cock with his mouth, I wanted to pick up a chick, seduce her, drag her into bed, and nail her with my cock… and he was into it! He was up for whatever I could dream up! I couldn’t wait for our next session. Or maybe I’d Skyn a chick next time, a fit and slender young lady with big tits and a hungry cunt, and feel her getting fucked with a stranger’s cock, walk into a bar with a short skirt and no panties on, feeling every eye in the place devouring my body, every single body in the place mine to choose from. Even when I was young I’d never been bold and pretty and skinny like that, and now I had my chance, as long as there was money in my account, I was the sex fiend I’d always wanted to be.

I couldn’t wait for my husband to get home. I was going to fuck his brains out.

END