Erotica, Series
The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 17
Fuck Toy: After the shocking discovery about Alexander and Nina being siblings, Cathy goes on a fucking spree.
A martial arts teacher, a couple from Munich, a gorgeous model called Areum who flirted with me during an outdoor shoot, a friendly funeral director, the handsome owner of the wine store down the street, and a Brazilian bass player. This week I’ve been on a fucking spree. I had cum all over me every night and an endless string of orgasms which left me craving for more during the day. It’s Sunday and I’m writing this with a vibrating egg in my pussy because I felt empty when I woke up. I look out of the window to check on my neighbour who’s peeping at me as usual.
Last night, when I came home drunk and rumpled from being fucked by the Brazilian bass player, by chance she and I entered the courtyard entrance to our building together. She was drunk too and couldn’t help herself flirting with me as we fumbled for keys. I’d have fucked her if my cunt hadn’t been so sore. The bass player — I’ve forgotten his name — had a cock with the girth of a zucchini and nearly as long, and he’d been pounding me relentlessly while his thick thumb was up my arse. It’s been a while since I was so full and used. I met him at a jazz club where he played with his band. He was good-looking and macho, and I couldn’t resist offering him a drink after the gig. We chatted, but his English was more or less unintelligible and we both knew what we were after. After two beers, he pinched my bum and leaned in to whisper something about fucking in my ear. It was, in fact, the only word I understood. I cupped his crotch, and the size of his bulge pleasantly surprised me. He smiled sheepishly.
From the moment we entered his hotel room, it was obvious he liked it fast and rough. He practically threw me on the bed and undressed. He took his hefty cock in his hand, held it up to me, and with a single nod directed me to take him in my mouth. After a week of mindless sex, I was ready to play the part of being his fuck toy. As expected, he was not interested in what I needed. But I obliged.
I welcomed the numbness that came with gagging on his bulky head while he gripped my hair, hurting my scalp. When he pulled out to let me breathe, long strands of my saliva dripped off his shaft, and he grunted his approval. Despite his disdain for my pleasure, I was horny and wet. Ready to be used. I got out of my clothes and grabbed a condom and the lube I always carry in my purse. After generously smearing it on my cunt, I handed him the tube and the condom, got back on the bed on my hands and knees, and offered him my ass. He slapped it and grabbed the cheeks to spread them and get a good look at my pussy and puckered star. At least that’s likely what he did. I didn’t see his greedy gaze because I took a pillow and pushed my face into it. I held up the sides against my ears and went ‘under water’. Without the lube, his hurried penetration would’ve been pretty painful. I took it like a porn slut.
There was something eerily hot about being continuously slapped on the ass while he fucked me mercilessly. The jolts of burning ache every time his large hand hit my reddening skin dulled the friction of his pumping cock, but as soon as it subsided, the all-consuming sensation of him filling me completely surfaced. Slap, fuck, slap, fuck, slap, fuck… Like a doll, I was being tossed around. When he — surprisingly gentle — pushed his thumb into my arse, I orgasmed. I hardly felt it coming. I screamed into the pillow as my flowing cum made him drive his cock deeper and harder into my cunt. Soon after, he filled the rubber with his jizz and pulled out. I collapsed on the mattress and heard a loud plunk as he threw the generously filled condom in the bin. He left me on the bed without saying a word as he went into the shower. I took the hint, quickly dressed, and left.
My peeping neighbour must’ve smelled the sex on me while we were both digging up our keys from our purses. She stumbled into me and giggled an apology. It was so easy to kiss her. I hadn’t had a proper kiss from the Brazilian bass player, and I longed for one. She welcomed my lips on hers, but pulled away. Sweet and shy, she blushed and quickly unlocked the gate. She mumbled ‘goodnight’ and hurried to her apartment.
I fell asleep as soon as I slumped onto my bed. So I’m glad we shared just one kiss last night. But this morning, I put the remote of my egg vibrator in her letterbox. The manual says the signal works up to 25 meters, so it should be able to work. I know she’s there watching me, but probably she’s not yet foun! the remote for my toy.
Fuck. She did find it.
I was about to finish this entry, when a familiar pulsation jolted my pussy. I looked over, and she stood in full view at her window, holding up her hand with the remote in it. The pulse stopped, and I stood up to face her. My bum cheeks were still stinging, and I wasn’t even sure if I wanted another orgasm. But I let her have her way with me. It was only fair. I literally put myself in her hands. Sweet and shy up close, but not so from a distance, my peeping neighbour happily tried the different functions. All twelve of them. I held on to the windowsill as her controlling hand brought me to my knees, quivering through an almost unbearable orgasm. As it built, I realised how beat my vag actually was. Totally wrecked even. But Sweet & Shy was smiling, and who am I to deny her the pleasure? Who am I to deny anyone’s pleasure? I’m that pleasure, right? How can I deny myself?
Cathy’s a fuck toy, and she should not think otherwise. Bad girl if she does.
I just read that back while the Spotify algorithm omnisciently picks a song:
And I can’t tell you that I’m wasted And I can’t tell you that I’m wasted on you And I think about your body How it’s wasting, how it’s wasting And I’m wasted telling jokes to you ’Cause you can’t hear me, you can’t hear me You can’t hear a word I’m saying And you’re not here
And I miss you but I’ll never ever, ever, ever Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
Acknowledgement
The quote is from ‘7 Seconds’ by Porridge Radio.
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