I’d been lonely so long and tired of my dildos and fingers. I needed a man. Needed to feel a pulsating throbbing cock deep inside me. The guys at work were ugly small time losers complete idiots. They’d cackle and jeer full of boyish bravado but as soon as I stuck my tits out and stared them down they’d back off like little boys. I live in a small town and since my husband left I hadn’t been out once. I was cock hungry but not desperate if you get my drift. It was one lonely night one hand down my wet panties the other on my mouse that I saw the Fling banner. Just what I needed at the time a Fling – no holes barred sex – fucking and fun.
I’d always thought dating sites and agencies were for complete losers. The women tired and just this side of alcoholism and the men sweaty, fat with reddened tiny pricks. But this site looked different – much different. It openly stated a Fling was in the offing. That night the promise of a hard cock between my tits made me wetter than I’d ever been. And once in bed I fingered myself deep and hard. My middle finger probed in and out and flicked across my twitching clit. I sucked my wet sticky fingers tasting myself for the first time in years. As my body arched and quivered and the waves roared I pinched my nipple until my eyes watered. I’m getting wet now just thinking about that orgasm.
It was the night after I eagerly switched on my pc. It was almost like a date. I felt like a nervous giggly girl. As if to add to the anticipation I’d showered and put on my favourite lingerie. My pussy was pulsing as I signed up to Fling and gazed at all the guys. So young so hot so fucking handsome. For a while I checked out my competition. The girls were gorgeous – what hope did I have I thought. There were so many and all like me eager to meet Mr Right. Or Mr Wrong – the man that would wine dine and 69 them haha.
After what seemed an age and in between gently feeling my damp pussy I decided on my Fling. He wasn’t my normal taste but there was something about his profile that stood out. He seemed funny charming and above all easy. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans and the promise that if things worked out and he wanted to make contact, I might soon be unzipping him releasing his cock and taking the swollen tip into my mouth.