Eli didn't need an analyst to tell her she was a sex addict. From her first sexual experience she understood the dynamics of man-woman relationships and the power of her body. Boys came on to her professing eternal love while their only concern was getting into her pants. That first sexual experience with an older boy taught her a valuable lesson. He used her infatuation to his own advantage. Screwing her when he was horny then dumping her when he lost interest. The pain was excruciating; but she promised herself that it would never happen again. Eli learnt well; as her body matured and the boys became men, she learnt how to get what she wanted by giving them what they wanted without any emotional entanglement. But it was never anything but sex and a matter of economics. Men were so predictable. The hint of her interest encouraged gifts and promises.
Clothes, jewelry and money filled any lingering need for love.
Her body was a passport to the world she wanted, while modeling
introduced her to the lifestyle she craved. In her 20's she modeled for
a life art class and discovered she was an exhibitionist. The desire to
be watched became a need. She left the drapes open in her bedroom and
bathroom, showering in front of an open window. Her body was the
canvas- make up and clothes the paint. The fact she never wore panties
had nothing to do with that though, an over sensitive clitoris meant
the material would rub her to an intense but often untimely orgasm. Of
course knowing that she was completely naked under her skirt or dress
was quiet delicious. For all her bravado, the few occasions anyone got
to see her nakedness were completely accidental. As her sexual appetite
increased so did her need and desire to have men look at her. Posting
photos on some internet sites allowed her to increase the numbers,
giving her notoriety with a certain anonymity. Identities were easily
interchanged and the connection to those people ended with the push of
a button.
She had never thought of connecting a cam to her computer but one night
she received an invite to look at someone's cam. Her only excuse was
that she had had a few extra drinks after dinner and felt a little
woozy. When she clicked the 'OK' button her eyes were treated to a
woman's naked lower body. Well her legs were propped up on a table or
desk. Spread wide apart, Eli was able to see every detail of her
aroused lower body. As she watched two hands spread the labia lips wide
enough for a long black dildo to be inserted. Unable to tear her eyes
from the screen she watched as it slid in and out. Her hands moved down
to her own pussy without her realizing. The glistening dildo emerged
before disappearing inside the hungry aperture once more. One hand left
the dildo, only to reappear with a smaller silver vibrator. This one
buzzed around the outer lips before centering on her visibly aroused
clitoris. Muted sounds filtered over the speaker in time with the hand
movements. Eli compared her pussy to the on-screen version. Her lips
were bigger and more visible, while she needed little to encourage a
sweet orgasm- the woman on screen had to concentrate on the job at
hand. Her lips were swollen and red as the toys moved in and around
with increasing ferocity. Meanwhile, Eli's fingers were drumming a
similar tattoo on her own wet centre. The little silver number was
eliciting moans and groans from her anonymous masturbator. Trickles of
moisture were running down towards her bottom. Eli gasped not from her
fingers incursions inside her own wet pussy, but the vibrator was
making its way down to a very visible puckered asshole. It circled the
small bud before nudging inside. The insistent pulse of the vibrator
had the flesh in front of her eyes vibrating like a lump of jello. The
groans became shouts and yelps as the pleasure took her where Eli would
soon be. The silver substitute was pushing in and out faster each time
while the black monster was moving like a truck's gear stick or a spoon
in a mixing bowl. Short spaced gasps sounded over the speakers as she
switched the two toys. Eli's eyes bulged as the woman's ass stretched
unbelievably to accept the black monstrosity. Then with it lodged as
far inside as it could go, the little silver guy buzzed back and forth
over a distended clit. It vibrated around the folds of skin causing Eli
to think of a flower's bud blossoming. Everything went still, the
silence was eerie then a cry echoed over the speakers. The fingers on
screen dropped the vibrator and pushed into the pulsing flesh, legs
slammed shut as muscles clenched and released. The cry went longer than
any normal sound and then a flood of thick white liquid ran down around
the black invader. Eli abandoned herself to her own orgasm. Following
suit her legs squeezed her vaginal muscles closed over her glistening
fingers. Her grunts were so loud they shocked her. The window closed,
leaving her looking at a blank screen. Her left hand moved
automatically to her lips and she sucked all the
juices off her fingers. No wonder men loved sucking her pussy. She had
worried that her distended butterfly like lips would be considered
ugly, but they seemed only to arouse and excite. Eli mused again over
taking a female lover to see if a woman would increase her pleasure. A
sudden noise downstairs alerted Eli to her husband's arrival- she
snapped off her terminal and slid her skirt down before hurrying
downstairs....
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