The Perfect Wank

A rummage in Jayney's room and well, well, well, guess what I found! A leather basque, leather thong and even handcuffs. The dirty bitch! Lol

Cold leather against my skin. Mmmmm, and then the thong, which I didn't like, so I had another rummage and found a black cotton one of hers in her clean undies drawer. (Not that I would have minded if they were dirty) 

Back in my room, I wiggled into the basque and the thong without looking in the mirror. Then, a black suspended belt and black stockings. One deep breath later, I turned to face my mirror.......and fuck me! 

What a whore I looked. 

Of course, I'd fucked up. I'd put the thong on before the suspenders and stockings which meant I couldn't take the thing off without undoing it all. Shit. 

Still, I felt myself wet up almost immediately, and I wasn't going to faff around. Tights/stocking have a funny feel on your legs. Any tiny hairs get trapped in the mesh, and when you stand still they feel warm, but the moment you move the cooler air makes your legs tingle. Every movement can become sexual....and sexual is what I wanted in my dirty little head today. 

So, as I've told you, I need a scenario to masturbate to. Sometimes, it's fluid, and changes as I go, but other times, I stick to what I started with.....and in this fantasy, I AM a whore. I live my fantasies pretty thoroughly. So, I sat on my bed and counted the money my imaginary client had just given me. 

Then I stood up and began a slow, sexy dance as he undressed. In my mind's eye, it was a much older man...a man in his mid 50's, married, of course, but not getting anything from his wife. Not a bad figure for his age...maybe a bit of a tummy, but he's one of my regulars. As I move, my nipples ride up to the top of the basque until they are sweetly exposed. 

His cock is already hard and leaking pre cum. I climb on the bed and straddle. In my mind, I am across his tummy, with his cockhead pressing between the cheeks of my bum. I lean forward and kiss him. Then, I feel his hand between my legs, pulling the thong aside and fingering me. 

In reality, of course, it's my finger and I'm ready, oh, so ready! I'm a whore, being paid for this. My job is to get my client off as quickly as I can and be ready for the next one. I love this feeling of being a slut, a whore, someone to be used. 

I ask my client how he wants to have me, up the bum or in my cunt? He opts for my bum. I pull the string aside, and push the candle I have ready for this past my tight hole and inside me. He fingers me and suddenly, I feel him explode in my bum hole. His orgasm triggers mine, and I cum with him. I don't always cum with my clients, although of course, I pretend that I do. Each one is THE one, each one, there is no one else that makes me feel that way. 

I slip out of my clothes, return them to Jayney's room, and pad naked back to my room, for I haven't finished yet. I know I need another cum....and I know how I want it. 

I let myself doze. Funny, isn't it, how, after a cum, I feel the need for a little sleep. I am warm and cozy, and, for the moment, satisfied, but I also know that I'm not quite there.....the cum with the candle up my arse was nice, but I want one more cum before I start my day. 

Ever pretended to be someone else when you masturbate? I do sometimes. I might pretend to be mum while dad fucks her, or I might pretend to be Jayney, or anyone. It allows me to be experience different feelings because when I'm someone else, the whole thing changes. The arousal is different, the orgasm is majorly different. 

Opposite our farmhouse is a row of cottages. There are five of them, although only two are occupied. Three are being renovated with a view to us letting them, but one has one of our farmhands and his family and the other has a new family, our first tenants. They have a daughter called Anna who is 16. She's really pretty. Tall, brown eyes, brown hair, small boobs like mine and that sort of face that with make up would make her look in her 20's, but without it, she could pass for 14. You know the sort. She wears fairly conservative clothes. I've never seen her in anything approaching 'sexy', but their washing line is clearly visible from our house, and lately, I've noticed that her panties are getting smaller, slightly  sexier, maybe. Her mum is overweight, so I know what I'm looking at are Anna's.

So, into the fantasy. I am Anna. I get up each morning, and each day, I realize my body is changing. When I slip the panties off that I've slept in, they are creamier than they were before. Some mornings, well, some mornings, they are positively wet, and I feel strange. Like something has happened. I think about my dreams, and I feel the essence of a fast-disappearing dream in which I was touched. Did I play with myself before I went to sleep? Well, maybe that's it. 

So, right now, I'm getting into 'Anna mode.' I've got a pair of white cotton panties on like she would wear, and I'm standing at my mirror examining my developing body. I look between my legs, and I see a camel toe. I giggle at the thought of that expression. Then, I lie back on my bed. Fully 'Anna' now, I let myself into the dirty world of her Imagination. From here on in, I AM Anna. 

I stretch out on my bed. I feel sexy today. Yes, definitively sexy. I run my hands over my body, and somehow I feel far more sensitive than usual. My sides, my hips and then, then my titties. I shouldn't touch myself really, it's naughty, and mummy has talked to me about this. Boys don't like girls who touch themselves. Then, suddenly, I think of Daddy. Daddy, who looks at me strangely these days. Daddy, who doesn't seem to want to cuddle me any more. 

As I think of Daddy, my puss seems to twitch. I know what daddy and mummy did to make me. He put his thing inside mummy. I almost giggle at the thought of daddy's thing, but the giggle never emerges. I think about it, not his thing, his dick, his cock. I let my hand stroke over my panties.....a finger finds the V of my camel toe. 

I imagine daddy, in here now, watching me. I imagine daddy's cock growing hard, hard like it did with mummy. I imagine him walking to my bed, crawling up it, and pulling my panties to one side. I throw my arms around his broad back. "Ohh daddy....please....please be gentle with me." 

I imagine his cock at my entrance, my soft, wet pussy lips swollen and ready for him. I feel the beginning of him stretching me until there is a sharp stab of pain as my hymen tears, and I cry out. For a moment, he is still, just holding me and kissing me gently as the initial pain subsides. I feel something trickling between the cheeks of my bum and I know this is my virgin blood. 

Then daddy pushes all the way in. It still hurts, but not as bad. He starts to move inside me, and I know daddy is fucking me. I lift my legs up high and cross my feet over his back. He is going nowhere. He can't even pull out when he cums. The thought of daddy cumming inside me brings a funny feeling, it's like I want to one, but no, it's different to that. Something bigger. Something quite new. 

He is fucking me fast now, muttering dirty words, dirty words that turn me on even more. "Fuck....oh fuck.....you're so fucking tight.....you horny little cunt.......you fucking cuntslut"

Then I feel him, deep inside me. His cock is twitching, and I know he's doing it in me. My orgasm crashes over me and I cum with my daddy. 

Back in reality, I realize I've wet the bed (again), but that cum was way more intense than the first one. No wonder I needed another. My mind unwinds along with my body. I wonder what Anna has done, sexually? I wonder if she has fucked anyone, or maybe fooled around with a girl friend? 

I even allow myself to wonder what her panties look like before they are washed. She has no idea of the sex beast living a few yards away. Maybe I'll get to know her better.