Free porn for Valentine’s Day!

My story, The Only Real Girl on the Internet, had been published by the now apparently defunct Oysters and Chocolate. Since it doesn’t seem to be available anymore, I thought I’d share it with you all as a Valentines gift from me to you. Enjoy! xoxo

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“I poured hot wax all over my tits and gave a dildo an enthusiastic blow job and titty fuck.” Shelly started choking on her muffin before Lisa even finished answering her. That would teach her not to ask about Lisa’s late night exploits while she was eating.

When Shelly recovered from her near death experience – no Heimlich maneuver required – she stared at Lisa in wide-eyed horror, her mouth gaping like a fish.

“What?” Lisa asked, starting to feel self conscious. She usually told Shelly everything, but maybe it was time to keep some secrets.

“I’d like to think I didn’t hear you right, but I don’t want to risk you saying it again,” Shelly fortified herself with a large gulp of coffee as she spoke. “I don’t understand why you do this stuff,” she finally said, after seeming to abandon several other statements.

“Because he asked me to,” Lisa answered with the simple truth. Shelly didn’t seem to understand the magnitude of responsibility Lisa felt being the only real girl on the Internet. All those lonely men out out there, cocks in hand, just waiting for someone to get them off. It was a big job, but someone had to do it. And Lisa had to admit she got a thrill from it. Watching a guy blow his load because of her was the ultimate power trip and she couldn’t get enough.

It didn’t matter what the guy looked like – and sometimes she couldn’t even see their faces – all that mattered was that they were counting on her. The way their faces lit up when they saw her, or the frantic typing begging her not to leave; it was a heady rush.

At thirty years old, and carrying a few extra pounds, Lisa didn’t think of herself as most guys’ wet dream. Men flirted with her, sometimes, but no one she met on the street coveted her the way the men in the chat rooms did at night, when she became their whole world. They called her ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’ or ‘sexy’ and she even thought they meant it, at least in the moment.

Whether they begged or demanded, they all wanted something from her, and it was in her power to grant or deny their requests. Up to her to decide if they got off quickly, aroused beyond their expectations by someone actually fulfilling their requests, or whether they were left hanging, trying to find a willing partner until their patience ran out or they had to make do with whatever low quality free porn they could scrounge from an internet search.

“My living room looks like a scene from a frat party, and I was home alone. I’m still finding wax in places you don’t want to hear about.” Shelly grimaced, putting all of the horror she felt at what Lisa was saying into one sour expression.

“It’s like when you go to the beach and end up finding sand everywhere for days,” Lisa continued, blatantly ignoring Shelly’s distaste at the subject matter. “You could join me sometime, if you wanted, I bet half the guys would come untouched at the sight of two girls on the screen,” Lisa teased, earning a muffin crumb flicked in her direction.

“Not a chance in hell. I want no part of your perverse hobby,” Shelly said emphatically, wrinkling her nose as if the very idea reeked.

Lisa wasn’t sure why she kept telling Shelly these stories. She obviously didn’t enjoy them, even if she did get the occasional shocked, tell-me-more look on her face. Lisa supposed she just needed to share with a least one person to make it real. Well, at least one person from her offline life.

Each time a blank screen popped up was the start of a new adventure. You are now talking to a stranger. Say hello.

These men thought they were in control, that they were getting what they wanted. But really they were letting Lisa see them in their most vulnerable state. There was something utterly primal about it, and Lisa had a visceral reaction to every hard cock exposed to her. Whether it was already on display when the screen came on or only revealed later, her mouth would water, her cunt would throb, or her ass would ache. She wanted each and every one of those cocks.

****

Another night found Lisa firing up her laptop – glass of wine in hand, candles lit around the room. It was go time.

You are now talking to a stranger. Say hello.

Lisa smiled at the screen as her stranger came into view. A good-looking man in his mid-to-late twenties. Short blonde hair and a bit of blonde scruff, musical instruments visible in the background.

He leaned forward, squinted at the screen, and smiled when he saw her. He had a nice smile and her own expression brightened further in response. “Hi” appeared on her screen.

“Hi there” she typed, keeping her eyes on his image. He was shirtless, just wearing what looked like pajama pants, and it was dim in the room. She wondered if he was in her time zone.

“What are you doing tonight?” He was starting slow, being polite. Lisa appreciated the effort, but she didn’t need to be wooed. She was eager to see what the rest of this man looked like.

“Just killing time.” She’d tried a number of responses to this common question, and ultimately found it worked best to let the guys think they were talking her into doing something out of character. She’d tried answering “hoping to see your cock” once and her stranger disconnected. Men are so easily frightened off.

“Cool”

“What are you looking for tonight?” She prompted. He smiled and looked away, he might even have blushed – it was too dark to tell.

“Don’t be shy” she added.

“Can I see your breasts?” There, that was more like it. She waited a moment, didn’t want to seem too eager. Slowly, she pulled her shirt down beneath her breasts – she’d learned early on to wear something loose and low-cut enough to pull off this maneuver. It looked more realistic than just whipping off her shirt at the first request.

Her one-man audience watched avidly, leaning towards the screen and hands twitching on his knees. She paused, as if considering if she should go further, and then pulled her bra aside as well. He leaned forward further to get a better look at her breasts as they spilled forward. She crossed her arms beneath them for support, showing them to their best advantage. She loved her breasts and watching him look at her was already getting her wet.

“Can you play with them?” He was getting more comfortable now that it was clear she was game… but she wasn’t that easy.

“What about you?” He must have been waiting for the prompt, because he stood immediately and dropped his pants. He was even better looking than she’d first realized. A light smattering of hair on his chest led to smooth, firm, abs. As her eyes wandered lower, she saw that he was fully hard already, and his erection stood out from his body as he showed off for the camera before sitting down again.

She smiled at him, typed “nice” and began to stroke her breasts. He watched her for a moment before letting a hand fall to his cock. His eyes never left the screen as he began stroking off and Lisa did her best to put on a good show. Clearly he was a boobs man, as he wasn’t asking for more.

He stared, entranced, as Lisa stroked her tits, pinched her nipples, and even showed off by licking her own nipples. He remained riveted to the screen as his hand moved faster on his cock, his free hand clutching at his knee rhythmically – perhaps fantasizing about feeling Lisa up.

She imagined that hand touching her, stroking her breasts, reaching lower. Those long fingers slipping into her wet cunt. She considered writing these things to him, but he seemed so focused she kept her fantasy to herself.

Lisa watched as he continued to beat off, imagined him thrusting into her instead of into his own hand. She watched as his face contorted with pleasure and he spilled over his hand; moving slower now. She sat back from the screen, covered herself, and smiled.

“That was awesome, thank you.” She always appreciated the gratitude and he seemed genuinely pleased.

“You’re welcome,” she typed, wondering how long they’d make small talk. Not long, it turned out, before he bid her goodnight.

The screen went dark, the count down began, and in five seconds she was connected to the next stranger; another man, younger than the first. His face lit up with a bright smile at the sight of her and she wondered how long he’d been online, just waiting for someone to talk to. “How old are you?” she typed, just to be sure.

“24.” His response was immediate. He would be easy to please, she could tell already. He still looked at her – or the image of her on his screen – like he couldn’t believe she was real.

“What’s your name?” She thought for a moment. She didn’t usually give her real name, not that it mattered. She could see light coming through his windows; he was on the other side of the world.

“Lisa.” He smiled again, a lightening fast flash of bright white teeth.

“I don’t date much, I’m not good with girls.” He wrote and looked at the screen, his face contorting with what had to be nerves – or fear of rejection.

“That’s okay, just tell me what you like.”

“Do you have a candle?” So this was how things were going to go, she thought, holding up one of the votives from the table in answer.

“Pour wax on your tits.” Nerves aside, he got right down to business. She’d done this before and knew it would hurt. She couldn’t help but hesitate.

“It’s going to be very hot.”

“Pour from higher up.” Hm. He’s done this before, too. She held the candle a good ten inches above her chest and began to tilt it slightly, not wanting too much wax at once. She watched as a stream flowed from the candle and splashed across her breast. She saw it hit her skin but it was another moment before she felt it. A hot sting that ached as it sunk in. It took all her will power not to brush the wax away and soothe her flesh.

The words “Good girl” appeared on her screen and she smiled. This was what he wanted. “Do the other one.” Lisa moved the candle above her other breast and tilted it even more slowly – she knew how much it was going to hurt now and it made her hesitate.

Position after position she followed his orders; spilling hot wax not only on her breasts but on her ass, thighs, stomach and pussy. Whatever he asked for she did and his praise was addictive. Wax wasn’t really her thing, but watching him get off on it absolutely was. She hoped he’d ask for something that would get her off, too. But she was always surprised by how few guys actually wanted to watch her have an orgasm.

He was stroking himself furiously now, she couldn’t believe he was lasting this long. She’d never seen a guy his age with this kind of stamina. “I want to see you stick something in your ass.” She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or not. The frankness with which he made his requests was astounding. She was less experienced in this area, but wanted to please him.

“Hang on,” she typed, before dashing out of the room to check her nightstand. She eyed her selection of toys critically. Nothing was made for ass play and so her choices were all larger than she would have liked. But she didn’t want to disappoint her young friend. She grabbed her trusty leopard print vibrator, cringed at the hard plastic feel in her hand, and hurried back to her laptop. She held the toy up in front of the screen and awaited his approval.

The response was immediate. “Perfect. Put it in.”

Lisa spared a quick moment off screen to lube the toy and then positioned herself so that her ass would be in view. Not really an easy task, especially as she tried to watch the screen for further praise or commands.

As she slid the hard plastic toy into her ass she was surprised to find how easily it accommodated the intrusion. At least for the first few inches.

“More.” The screen prompted her. She took a deep breath and pushed. It started to hurt but she could see her latest boy leaning towards his screen, mouth open in pleasure as his hand flew on his cock.

“This is the best thing that ever happened to me.” She saw the words on the screen but didn’t stop what she was doing.

“Burning tits, a pounding ass, and a boy that loves you.” Her heart thudded at the admission, she smiled and cringed at once. This wasn’t love, not even close. She didn’t believe in love at first sight, only lust. But he was young. She didn’t respond.

“Tell me that you love me.”

“I can’t do that, baby.” She wouldn’t lie. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them. Leave it to her to find the one guy online that wanted more than a quick orgasm. He was so earnest, it was heartbreaking.

This was a one time thing, it had to be. She was the only real girl on the internet, and countless other men were waiting their turn.

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