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By Jonny Pariah. Dillon sat in the darkness of his studyroom, the cloying scent of burning incense a benediction to draw away the smell of long dead cigarettes. He was waiting for her, for Lesley. A cruiser with intent, hed been talking to her in one of many internet chatroom's he visited when they'd first spoken of a mutual interest. Cybersex. They'd done it of course, he in his comfy swivel leather chair, toying in the dark with his manhood as she described what her hands and tongue had been doing, both to herself and to him.

And now, he was waiting, nearly 12.00am, dead on midnight, her time. The kleenex was close by, a mercurial aid to spills and accidents, he eyed them with relish, knowing what was to come. Or so he thought, Dillon remebered with a slight shiver when Lesley, who he had spoken to three nights before, had informed him that 'next time it'l be different, ill have a surprise for you'. Frankly he couldnt wait to see what it was.

A sudden muted chime drew his attenion as his computer signalled her arrival. Quickly he snatched his keyboard, the distant sounds of his wife's portable television a signal she was in bed, probably asleep. This was when he liked it best, the thrill that at any moment his beloved could walk in and find him, cock in hand talking dirty to some unseen slut. Lesley typed him a 'hello', and he replied with a kiss, 'ready for you're surprise' she teased. Almost unable to restrain his already throbbing cock he typed 'ok' and 'it'd better be good'. Seconds later and a window appeared in the corner of his monitor. It coalesced into a picture of someones room, a bed lay unkempt in the background and a wavy womens figure sat front centre...Lesley.

From what he could see over his initial shock she was gorgeous, the picture cleared as the women adjusted it. 'told you i had good surprise' typed Lesley knowing that voice conversations with Dillon's wife only a thin wall away was not an option. On screen the woman pouted and blew him a kiss, then after typing 'take a good look' stood up. Dillon craned in closer savouring the anonymous power that this gave him. He ran his gaze over the pixelated image, thin long legs tapered away from slender angled hips, hips that cried out for his touch. Dillon ran his tongue over his lip, noting the twin bulges that revealed Lesleys pert breats. Her face was oval, elfin, crowned with a shock of red hair styled into a framing bob.

Dillon sat back giggling to himself, hed never have believed that someone hed met on the internet could actually be so attractive in the flesh. 'What do you think' asked Lesley, 'mmmmmm gorgeous, youre purrrrrfect' he keyed back, smiling. 'Tell me what youd like me to do' Lesley typed, Dillon gave it a second's thought before sending 'Strip for me baby'. His smile gained some wattage before her reply came through 'ok, i want you to fuck me hard tonight', Dillon's composure along with his smile wilted as the woman on the screen began to unbutton her creamy tight blouse. Not all of him wilted, as he watched Lesley lanquidly run the opened blouse of her shoulders, Dillon felt his prick harden a sudden rush of desire making it throb, he felt as if it would burst.

On screen Lesley cupped her small breats, teasing them through the fabric of her blak lace bra, her fingers kneeding and rubbing. Dillon swallowd, idly unzipping his jeans, his engorged penis flicking out, its hardness and size well above Dillon's normal capacity. He reached down and slid his hand over his cock, running his fingers over its length, pressing his finger gently into its underside, just below the head. He took a deep breath, let it out gently as he began to slowly, achingly slowly draw his hand rythmicaly up and down sending a slight ripple of pleasure through him. Lesley on screen reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, then turned round as she pushed her firm rump out, lowering the skirt, giving him a close view of her small tight ass, another throb surged through him as he saw the blak g-string, tucked between her smooth thighs, she looked back at the camera over her shoulder and smiled obviously well aware of what this was doing to him. She firmly slapped her own arse, making the skin quiver, Dillon wished for once he could hear what was going on as he imagined the sound of that slap.

Lesley gently swayed from side to side as he continued to gently wank himself. She casually unclipped her bra, back still to him and in one motion flung it off before pirouetting round. She had a huge slinky grin on her face, her delicate hands with their long manicured fingers covering her breasts, she was teasing him. Unknowingly the rythm of his hand increased and he gulped back some more air as Lesley spread her fingers giving him a glimpse of her dainty and proud breasts, complete with hard striking brown nipples, almost as erect as his cock. On screen Lesley slipped one finger into her mouth opening it wide to show her tongue razoring up and down the digit before using it to cirlce one of her nipples, it glistened wetly as she closed her eyes and smiled, Dillon could just imagine the soft moan of pleasure Lesley would be making.

After a few moments she stopped playing with her breast and teased up the lip of her panties, edged it down slightly, just enough for Dillon to make out her shaven crotch, but not so much that he could actually see her slit, he groaned aloud, hoping sudenly his wife had'nt heard him as he forced the pace of his hand to slow, this was just getting good and he didnt want to cum, not yet. Lesley's face split as she soundlessly giggled, toying absently with the rim of her panties and running her fingers underneath them. She straightened and typed to Dillon 'sorry, im such a naughty girl, im teasing you...i hope youre ready for the main course, i think we're done with starters...', Dillon, his hands shaking quickly sent his reply, he was trying to sound calmer than he felt. 'That tasted good baby, and im still hungry, very hungry', Lesley nodded on screen in approval and pulled up a tall backed leather office chair not unlike Dillon's, she flounced into it with a wry grin.

Dillon teased the tip of his cock as Lesley arched her back, raised her legs and without bravado yanked down her knickers, Dillon's mouth inadvertantly dropped open, his eyes agog. Lesley sat back down, her hands snaking out to gently spread her labia, god it was fantastic thought Dillon, her immaculately shaved pussy, light reflecting from the tiny glistening drops of her juice, she looked so wet he could almost feel her...

Lesley reached forward, under her computer table and appeared to be rooting for something, after a few moments she winked up at the camera and brought out from some hidden draw a large pink vibrator, its edges tipped with baroque barbs and studs She waved it to and fro on screen and using one hand slowly typed Dillon a message 'I want you to fuck me tonight...i want you hard...do you want me?'.

Dillon, struggling to stop his hands from trembling said 'yes, very much, im going to make you scream, open up for me...here it comes...'. Lesley gripped the vibrator, twisting it on. Dillon could almost imagine the faint hum for a second before he let his imagination think it was his prick in her hands, the room faded from view around him, the gloom from his chamber, the flickering light from the screen ebbing away. Distance vanished and in his mind he was with her...could feel his hands becoming hers as his cock pulsed with desire a surge threatening to send him over the edge. Lesley sat, one hand splaying her lips open, revealing in there glorious wetness the heights of her desire, they framed her sodden hole, her pandoras box.

Lesley was using the tip of the vibrator on her swollen clit, Dillon craned in as close as he could and was certain he could see the fleshy button as Lesley writhed, using one finger on the tip of his penis he could feel her running his cock over clit, up and down the velvet line of her slit, his pre-cum her wetness, his hand sidling up and down his eager length. Lesley had her eyes closed as she slipped the vibrator's head inside her, in response Dillon put one hand over the top half of his shaft, the tight warmth making him shudder inadvertantly, as he watched she tentatively eased the rest of the vibrator, or was it his cock?,

deep inside her. Dillon let his hand slide over his cock, gripping tightly as he watched Lesley on screen begin to gently force the monster cock in and out, finding her slow rythm. His hand matched her pace, he rolled his eyes as Lesley silently gasped and moaned, Dillons cock twitched as waves of pleasure flowed through him, making his chest and face burn with his sex flush...

He was breathing heaily now, watching Lesley's back arch, her legs spread ever wider, her chest a bellows as she ground the vibrator into her again and again. The wetness of his pre-cum made his hands slip, the warm, sticky sensation making it truly feel as if he were inside her. It was all he could do to hold back the powerful wave of cum he knew was building in him as Lesley pulled the slick vibrator out of her sopping pussy and sucked her own juices off it. Dillon pursed his lips, imagining the taste, that deep tangy flavour with its hint of the acidic that he remembered from the times his wife had let him go down on her, Lesley he assured himself tasted better, much better.

On the web cam Lesley was ramming the cock into her again, furiosly she was picking up speed, Dillon rushed to match, holding himself rigid as he felt his climax begining to build, the ache in his balls telling him that at this pace he woul be spent within moments, still he kept up as Lesly began silently to bang her bottom up and down on her leather chair, one leg resting on the computer table, the other anchoring her raging form and the chair in place. Dillon could only see the lower part of her face now her head was tilted so far back. He savoured the scene as Lesley's unencumbered hand intermitently switched between clutching the back of the chair and flicking rapidly across her clit.

Teeth clenched Dillon willed himself not to cum, not until he was sure she had, the ache in his sex became a pain, a roaring angry stabbing that he could barely control. And still she rode the vibrator, the picture begginig to shake as she rocked the computer table with the force of her movements. And then, as Dillon realised that he could not hold back anylonger, he saw Lesley's hand stop pumping the vibrator, saw her mouth roar open as she screamed, took in the sight of her whole body spasming then becoming rigid as she came.

Dillon came with her, a jet of semen lasering across the keyboard, another splattering the screen, and still there was more, he couldnt believe the utter ecstasy he felt as his cock forced out more and more of the stuff in a creamy fountain. He was gagging for air as he saw Lesley slump wearily into the chair, eyes closed, a deep almost serious expression furrowing her brow, she bit at her bottom lip, for his part Dillon noticed for the first time in passing the sweat that dotted his brow and dappled his palms.

Finally the semen rain ended and he too collpased into his own chair, utterly exhausted, he felt as if hed just pounded Lesley for hours, a mammoth nights worth of passion rather than the one orgasm. He gave a wry smile as he surveyed the mess, semen was liberally splashed over his computer, the screen, the desk the floor, all over his legs, matting his hiar, everywhere. As he recovered he watched as shakily Lesley pulled herself upright and reaching down pushed a finger into herself.

She gently ran the finger over her swollen slit before brutally smearing a sample of her juices onto the lense of her webcam, it left a gooey trail that partially obscured the image. Dillon grinned as Lesley typed 'same time tomorrow...', he chuckled to himself and simply typed 'sure xx'...