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Did you get anywhere with this? (Elizabeth is close...)

Kind of a "Goldilocks" cock: not too big, not too small. Longish - maybe 7? - but not thick. Reminded me of a stiff fleshy sausage. I was 57. My wife and I were playing with a couple. She and I had both first orally shared the hubby. Later, he decided it was time to sink that snag into my hot bread. My wife on my left, his on the right playing with my hard cock, he yanked me to the edge of the bed and raised my legs. His wife handed him lube. Greased up then he slid it right in. No protest from me! I had had plenty of toys up there before so must have known how to handle it as there was little discomfort and no pain. Just, ah, that's what it feels like. Really full. Cool! Go for it, dude! He didn't fuck me for very long before my wife pulled him away and used him instead. His wife pounced and used me for the third time that night. Oof! That was the first cock in me. I liked it as much as I like my cock in another guy's ass.

Vacuum cleaner hoses, and a vacuum cleaner itself. Strong sucking with power vibration plus cock pump all in one. A fucking machine, too. Yum!

Another married bi guy here. I agree with MKSub24 and Olderkinkybiguy on many points. I don't know about 'best' but I do know fucking married guys can be quite fun. I was married when I had my first experience with a man. During our first threesome, the guest popped my cock into his mouth while he was fucking my wife. It felt fine, not wrong, and it definitely did not last long enough. The DP later was pretty good. That event didn't register much, but I was very much into bi porn by then. Two years later we were playing with a couple, when it did register. I knew the hubby was bi. He and I had flirted on messenger. At one point, he and my wife together went down on me. I was shocked, not by what they did, but that he felt better than she did. In fact, better than any oral I had ever received. Then she and I shared him. I liked sucking him and getting reactions. Later that same evening, he fucked me. My first real cock fucking my ass. That registered bigtime. I really liked his cock ramming into my ass, and the feel of his body and his expressions. From that point on I was hooked on sex with men. I discovered, it feels more fun. It feels different. It is usually sex for its own sake, kind of like a fun sport but more, and not necessarily romantic or tender or loving. Friends can have sex on a whim and its cool. Fuckbuddies are great. Less inhibited. Can be more easily spontaneous in interesting places. It happens more easily and can be more frequent. It can be harder and more intense. The interest in sex doesn't seem to drop off as quickly unless there's a really good reason. There's a better chance others can be involved, too, and be safely open about it. Sex with men simply feels good.

I am amazed and fascinated by men who cum several times in a row normally. Or just orgasm for that matter. When I was younger...in my 50's...I did up to four times in a row, one after the other, several times. Each was multi-shot, which is normal for me. It was also normal to do two rounds without going soft between. First round quick, second round always took much longer. The three or four in a row was always fairly quick between cums. Of course, analgasms were always multiple, half a dozen or more. My partner loved to torture me with pleasure that way. Even now, get me together with an enthusiastic man and I'll cum at least twice.

Mine are terribly ordinary and reflect my situation. Nothing really drastic. Don't laugh! 1. To play with a man again. Been very long between drinks. Suck and be sucked, fuck and be fucked. Have fun. In his ute somewhere so it is naughty for both of us or hotel. A guy on a business trip and hooks up for an Arvo of fun at his hotel room in town. I obscond from work. 2. Be with someone who wants to keep their hand (or mouth or ass) on my cock to the point of obsession. (Had a partner like that once. Very nice.) Keep me hard, make me cum. Often. 3. Have a sex pet. Available anytime, anywhere, whatever I want to do. 4. Captured, tied up, and forced to cum. Wanked, sucked, fucked. More than once. In public. The pub? Work? Hmm....

Until I was in my 60's I usually jetted 6 or 8 times and kept pumping several times after until fully unloaded. One partner counted over a dozen orgasmic pumps. Shooting a couple of meters was like, yeah, easy. Doing it two or three or more times a day was normal, too. I thought that was all normal for men until much later. Or is it? Confess!

For me, anything involving pain is out. Agree about fingering. Maybe a little but, hey, let's get on with it! Hate seeing a submissive and sluts treated poorly. I admire sluts and subs deserve to have fun, too. Don't mind being sucked but never gotten off from it - never had anyone really try actually - but I am certainly happy to suck a guy into a shaking mess! Love fucking, either doing it or receiving, preferably both. Dislike it when a guy agrees to swap but then refuses or runs after topping or being sucked off.

Cut. It belonged to a middle-aged hubby of a couple my wife and I were playing with. Long and thin like a warm rubbery sausage, she and I both took turns sucking him before they did the same to me. Had that meat up my ass later that night, too.

I'm with Bootman here. I learned to fast touch type in the 60's. Just went through too many new keyboards trying to get a good one. Finally did. I don't know if it would pass the lube test but it survives everything else. Can't say I've cum on it though. Oh wait! I have. And iPads...ewk! Lube safe, yup, but lousy for fast typists. And the mind boggles at what is in that lube! Lol.

Sounds great!

Repair Job Part 9 "Hey, Boss!" Dan glanced over three large computer monitors to catch Melinda Cantrell - alias Matchstick - slip into his private office. As the door automatically swung closed, she padded barefoot across the plush carpet. "Don't you ever knock?" he said with his best fake smile. "And miss catching you doing something naughty?" She peered over the monitors. Twin dimples framed her devilish grin. "I don't see anything hard for me to handle." He was not going to admit the balloon had already inflated and the purple flag risen to bloated full mast. It throbbed with pent desire, sending primal messages of lust to his addled mind. It certainly wanted to come out and play. He pulled his plush leather office chair closer to the custom-made kidney-shaped desk. "What can I do for you on this hot summer day, madam?" "So I've been promoted to house madam now? Cool. Does that come with a raise?" "Not yet. I only just hired you three weeks ago." "But haven't I already earned a bonus? I am here to report I have accomplished the first task. I have seduced all of your staff and I can also freely prance around work completely naked. I'm encouraging everyone else to do the same, too. It is awfuly hot. Join us?" "What, even Glenda?" "She was the second one. She's as hot as they come, Boss, but she didn't know it. Had a threesome with her husband last night. She's now completely corrupted, a total cockwhore. Even took us both together. He's one kinky bastard, let me tell you, Boss. Shoves it right up the..." "Everyone? In two weeks? Even Arman? He's straight." "Was, Boss. Discovered he loves my cock spewing into his ass. He didn't know how intense anal orgasms can be, didn't even know they were possible. I think he would even let you fuck him. Now what about you?" Evan had literally thrown the crimson haired transsexual nymphomaniac at him. He had set up a contract and an assignment but it did not include changing his entire office culture to one of rampant sexual hedonism. And true to Evan's description, Matchstick had also quickly produced brilliant code with very little coaching. He was waiting for her to fuck him again, too, in his private office just like Evan had weeks ago. So far that prurient dream had not happened. "So Glenda is going to be after my dick, too, I gather." "Very likely." Grinning salaciously, the nude crimson-haired tranny stepped to the side of the monitors and sensuously leaned over the desk. Alluring twin charms dangled, nipples just brushing the rubbery surface. He took a breath and glanced up at her grinning face. Her blue eyes framed saucy mirth. "There's a new job." "Oh? Isn't your assignment enough?" "It's for you, not me." Matchstick stood up, walked around the wide curved desk, pushed his chair back, hopped onto the desk and spread her legs. Before his face, her little penis twitched. "Mistress Xanthe asked me to order you to come to the club tonight around 10." "For what?" His heart suddenly pounded. "I don't know but from her stern tone I suggest you obey." Matchstick took her breasts in her hands and began to gently maul and rub. "I think you need to obey me, too, Boss." He remembered when Evan had taken him on this very desk. She had sucked him hard then forced him onto his back on the desk and mounted him. She stroked him with her tight black ass and he recalled she made herself spew cum all over him from her shemale cock that way twice in a row. Then there was sexually enthusiastic Xanthe, Evan's apparent partner in the Down Below Club and ex-lover. A full transition trans-sexual, she loved it hard and rough. Loved to force a man to take her in her cunt or ass and make her cum. Xanthe had fucked him in front of a group of trans-sexuals after she had injected a mysterious drug that caused him to fuck and cum, over and over, into each of their thrilled asses and cunts. He liked Xanthe, too, her sexual energy, her controlled ferociousness. But Evan was... He hoped he had not fucked everything up with her. He hadn't heard a thing in three weeks, despite several text messages. "Boss!" He jumped back to reality. "Suck me! Get me hard! I need to cum! Bad!" She reached and pulled his head down. He opened his mouth and her little one slipped between his lips. He sucked hard and she moaned, "Oh, fuuuck." As he kept sucking and swirling his tongue, he felt her cock expand quickly. No longer small, its stiffness filled his mouth. He hummed while pushing her foreskin back with his probing tongue. He pulled his chair forward and his head up. Her cock was now a useful size. It swept up nicely. The bare smooth knob was completely at his wanton disposal. Taking hold of her warm balls and the base of her stiff cock, he looked up. Her face was framed by long red strands. He licked up and down the stem. She grabbed his head and pushed him down. "Come on," she hissed through gritted teeth, and jabbed her cock back into his mouth. "Suck me off!" He took her as far into his mouth as he could before he gagged. She gasped, "That's it. Mmmm. Mmm! Oh fuuuck." She pumped her cockhead back and forth on his slurping tongue. While he sucked, he pumped the stem of her rubbery cock. She grunted and her eyes closed. He kept stroking her balls. She groaned, "Oh fuuuck! That's the way to suck." She pumped her cock in his grip and his mouth and moaned, "Oh, yessss. Oh fuck. Oh yess. Fuuuck! Oh yesssss!" Her swollen cockhead fucked the top of his mouth back to his throat. He gagged again but continued to suck enthusiastically. The art of good cocksucking demanded his complete attention. He looked up at her closed eyes. She grunted, "Ohhh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck, yessss, that's it. Yesssss. Fucking yesssss!" She grabbed his head. She began to pump, pushing her engorged cock into his working mouth. "Oh yes. Yes. Oh, fuuuck!" He closed his eyes and clamped his lips and sucked hard. His free hand reached for her ass cheek. As he squeezed, she stabbed her shemale cock at his throat. He gagged but tried to swallow. Her cock slid back. She pushed again and he moaned around here throbbing cock. His hand on her ass pulled and groped and his finger slipped into her pleasingly moist anus. Matchstick thrust into his mouth and he moaned, sucking and twisting his head. "Uhh!" She pushed forward again and he pushed back. "Fuck! I'm gunna cum! Suck me!" She was panting heavily and thrusting her hips. He sucked hard. Her cock filled his throat. She held his ears and his head and pushed her cock in and out, in and out, fast. "Yessss!!!" And she came. "Yes, YES!! Suck harder! Harder! Suck it right out of me!" He felt her cock pump into his mouth. It twitched, it swelled, it pulsed. He felt the first small squirt hit his tongue. She shoved. The next thick pulses gagged. He felt her explosions, her body shaking as her cum filled his mouth, bloated his cheeks. More aggresive eruptions. She pumped so fast he couldn't swallow. Some dribbled past his lips, down her cock onto his jerking hand. Still, he managed to finally swallow it all. He pulled back and felt her cock throb in his grip a few more times. "Mmm, Oh, that felt so good!!" She looked down at him. He looked up. "You like doing that, don't you?" "Yes. I like sucking your cock." "I like it, too. I'm glad I came to work for you." Matchstick pulled her feet up onto the edge of the desk and lay back. Her knees opened wide. Arms spread. Flame red hair sprawled around her head and shoulders. Big grin. He stood. He couldn't keep his eyes off her still stiff cock and swollen breasts. Her small erect nipples begged for his hands, his mouth, his tongue. She looked up at his wide-eyed face, and reached down. Took hold of the stem of her cock. Began to jerk up and down. "I'm not done yet, Boss. There's always one more in the tank. Come on." She nodded at his obvious problem. "Get that fucker in my boicunt and make me cum again." He quickly pushed his pants down. His cock sprang almost painfully stiff. He roughly grabbed her legs and pulled until her firm ass rested on the soft edge. Just the right height. He jabbed straight into her ass. It was wet. He slid deep easily. He realized she may have been bred not long ago. Didn't matter. He had needs. So did she. He felt the muscles of her ass clench and unclench on his dick. "Ughhh! Yes! You like that? Fuck my ass now! Oh, yes, that feels good. I love your cock." He pulled back, then drove home again. She laughed. Her body jerked with each of his forceful plunges. Picking up the pace, he watched her jerk her own cock rapidly. Her head rolled side to side. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" she wailed. The solid desk shook. He pounded. He had not cum in some time. It wouldn't be long. He hugged her legs against his chest and rammed over and over into her clenching boicunt. Suddenly, she tightened. "Oh, oh, oh, fuuuuckk!!" Her whole body shook as she clamped him tight. He watched her cock spout. Thick ropes shot across her chin, her breasts, her tight stomach. He fucked her right through her second orgasm and kept fucking until it finally hit him, too. He slammed into her, and, with an sudden shout of pleasure, came hard inside her. Spasm after spasm of guilty pleasure wracked his body as he spurted into her welcoming asshole, his seed filling her, adding to the load from another man. He fell forward onto her prone body. She grabbed his neck and pulled him into the kiss while he still blasted. A big muscle tightened in his lower stomach. Blood pounded, pressure built like steam. His heart raced and his clenched fingers dug into her flesh. He tried to prolong the orgasmic sensation, to savour the moment. In mere seconds, he came again. The intense pleasure felt almost too much. She clutched his body and kissed him hard while the universe roiled. When he rose, he saw her breasts heave with heavy breaths. He bent and licked up her spunk, pausing to briefly suck each nipple. She squealed and kept jerking her cock. "Wait," she said. "There's one more." Still buried in her ass, he stood and watched her pull herself to a third, mild cum. "Oh, fuuuuck," she breathed and finally relaxed. When he pulled out she propped herself on elbows. "That was great! Now, I won't have to fuck anyone in the office for the next hour or two." "What? It'll take that long?" he joked. "You're right, Boss. Maybe not." He couldn't miss the twinkle in her cheeky eyes. She hopped off the desk and stood before him. Tall and thin, she stepped up, making sure her cock and breasts rubbed against his. She reached up and kissed him with passion and lust, tenderness and love. "Better now?" she asked, wiping her sly mouth with the back of her wrist. Her other hand held the stem of his cock. He shook, took a deep breath. "You didn't have to do that," he said softly, slowly reaching, gently hefting a succulent breast. She pushed into his hand. "Yes I did. Part of my job description, and well, I have to keep you humming, and I have to corrupt your office. Make it something better." Her hand stroked up and down. "Thank you. I loved it." She quickly kissed him again. He looked at her cheeky face, saw the exuberance for sex. Her slight panting. Her constant sexual need. She finally stepped away, padding toward the door. "Remember," she said, "tonight. Ten. At the Club. Someone will meet you."

Wealth of diversity. Terrific! Some like it quick, others like it long; some like it gentle, others rough, and I think fair to say many of us like it often. Think I'm a bit of an exception, too. Quickies, pump 'n dumps, feel far less satisfying. They certainly have their place, but I'm with him to have fun. If he and/or I cum too quickly, I usually like to keep going until I get there again. Him having a blast and bolting is a let down. Give me half an hour, an hour, two, more, to do all sorts of fun things - especially fucking - and hopefully get each other off, more than once if possible...that's the best. I prefer to top and switch but I want the bottom to enjoy it, too, and remember feeling great.

Repair Job Part 8 He woke laying on his back on a large bed. The side wall focused into a giant bubbling aquarium filled with plants, colorful fish and a sunken castle. The opposite wardrobe-wall mirrored the aquarium and windows beyond. Above the head of the bed hung a photo of a muscular nude man. Very well hung, too, hard and ready. It was captioned, "Breakfast." He could certainly use some. A hand touched his penis. It throbbed and bounced. "Hey there!" Cheerful young voice. His focus shifted down. He felt warm, wet lips then the suction. Moaning, all he could comprehend was the rich crimson hair bobbing over his quivering loins. It felt wonderful. "What are you doing?" He gulped air and pushed up. His cock surged deep. His naked body quickly tensed. She choked then sucked hard. Her free hand fondled his balls, almost rolling them and a finger probed between his taught cheeks. His balls still felt hot and he still felt ready, fully charged. He heard, "Mmmm..." then a smack and a pop. Matchstick raised her smile. Green eyes with green lids gleamed at him through hanging red strands. "Don't worry," she giggled. "The satyriasis is not permanent. You've been out for three hours." Snickered. "Evan asked me to look after you. I got you off twice already, swallowed every drop, and you're still hard. Oh, wow!" She went down on him again and sucked hard causing him to tingle and shake. "How did I do all that? What is that stuff? Where are we? How did I get here?" "Something the boys at the uni lab have been working on for awhile. Everlust promotes extremely rapid semen production and a huge testosterone surge. I bet your balls feel as if they're on fire." Her sliding hand felt like magic and her beaming face looked beautiful. "Yeah, but all I want to do is fuck." He reached for her body. She snuggled upwards, pulled his penis against her naked thighs. He reached around and hugged her thin body against his. She said, "It fiddles with your testosterone, dopamine and other sexually related hormones." She stroked his ruffled hair. "The alprostadil keeps your dick hard as a rock." Her hand stroked his throbbing cock. "Right," she suddenly said. "Enough of this shit. I wanta fuck!" She rolled on top, legs, spread, reached behind, and guided his cock straight into her welcoming, warm anus. She settled with a sigh and looked down on her bewildered but pleased conquest. "Sometimes it gets so bad I can't do anything else until I have fucked someone." She began to move back and forth. "Or two or three someones before I've had enough. Sometimes more. I really need to fuck now." Her own small balls rubbed against his pubis. "What, the orgy wasn't enough?" "Way past that. I have you now!" He took her flopping penis in his fingers and felt it suddenly swell. He slipped the pliant foreskin back and forth as the fleshy knob expanded. Thin ginger hair curled above his manipulating fingers. "That's so fuckin' good," she moaned, and began to slide his cock within her lubed sissycunt. Grabbing her legs, he pushed up. Laughing, Matchstick almost toppled off, but scrambled back, impaling him deeper. "Come on," she urged, grinding, "breed me. Fill me. Fuck me. Use me!" She fell onto his chest, her small breasts mashing against his sensitive nipples. Her hair fell around is face as she kissed him and her snaky tongue probed his. All he could think about was fucking and cumming. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, machine-gunning into her light shaking body. Her continuous moan filled his ears. "I'm...I'm... Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum! You know where to hit it!" Dan drilled and pumped up and Matchstick suddenly yelled loud. Her entire body squirmed and literally shook as a strong prostate orgasm claimed her entire being. She fell on him but he continued to pump until he thrust up hard and released shot after hot shot. Eyes wide, she could not believe he didn't stop immediately but kept pushing and squirting over a dozen times until, panting hard, he reluctantly released her. Laughing, she pulled off him and slunk between his legs. On her knees, placing her hands on his chest, she used her bony hips to push his thighs up and apart. He grunted as he felt her hard cock spear. It had swollen much larger and felt deep enough and hard enough. He clenched his ass and she laughed and pushed against his legs, trying to dig as deep as she could. Her cock felt extremely good buried inside him. "Gunna fuck you now," she virtually hissed. "I love fucking. I love to be fucked. I love it all!" Taking his legs in her hands, folding him back, Matchstick didn't waste time and pumped quickly. But in only a few joyous minutes she slowed. Smiling, she withdrew. He knew she had not cum. Seemingly exhausted, the bright red haired nymph fell onto him then rolled onto his side. He was still Everlust hard and ready. How long would it last? At least he was no longer a mindless fucking machine but he seemed to have endless stamina. He reached but she twisted away and stood next to the bed. Crimson hair hung past shoulders to hips, almost covering small breasts with tiny hard nipples. Freckles mottled her pale skin. A mix of feminine and twink she looked utterly desirable. She bit her finger like a naughty kid. He said, "What happened at the end? They left me there. I couldn't stop myself. And then someone ... no ... two someones, and then, I can't remember. Was I used by someone else? Others?" "You couldn't stop and Evan and Xanthe were trying to help. Almost everyone had left but Evan found me." Her hand drifted down and she began to tug as if it was a completely normal thing to do while conversing. Dan nodded. Her attitude appealed. "So that wasn't you at the end?" "At the end? When I found you, you were out of it. Xanthe was with you, stroking your body and sucking your cock. I actually saw tears, and that's like...well, I've never seen her like that. And Evan was bloody worried, I can tell you that. You were groggy and we stumbled you out. Wasn't easy getting you into your car." "Where are we?" "My flat." "Look, I'm still bloody hard. How about we deal with this?" he said, reaching, pulling, trying to lighten the mood, still feeling the song of Everlust throb his veins. "I'd love to fuck again but I have a class in an hour." He jumped off the bed and followed her. "Evan said I should hire you." "She did? Great! I know what you do. I'm a really good coder and I can do web page layouts. No worries, I'll work for you, but I get to play with you and all your employees whenever I want." "What, two or three times a day?" "At least. That's my condition. Oh, and I don't come cheap, either. This flat? Boeing paid for it." "Are you going to charge me a commission every time you breed one of my employees or me? I'll go broke in a month!" "Easily, and they'll be breeding me, too. Even the women. Tell you what, this is the weirdest job interview I've ever had. And the best!" Grinning, she guided him around the aquarium wall, past a kitchen counter into the open-plan lounge area. The far wall was nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a leafy courtyard. Her flat appeared to be a single large room, kitchen and dining to their right, lounge and study areas left, bedroom at back behind the aquarium wall. No door other than a wardrobe and en-suite. Shelving helter-skeltered with books and models of rockets and spacecraft. Photos of real planetary landscapes. A superb painting of an old-fashioned spaceship on the surface of an orange dusty Mars lined a top shelf and wall. Astronauts on airless Mimas wormed beneath huge yellow Saturn. Potted palms framed the desk. A leather lounge chair overflowed jacktaw with paperback books. A big blue couch angled like a boomerang. The floor seemed to be genuine expensive oak hardwood, stained dark, Glitsa polished slick, without a covering carpet. His body instantly surged, his eyes soaked in her lanky beauty and his mind thanked his good fortune. He forgot what he was about to say. All he could think about was driving his cock into her tight ass again, which swayed right there before him. Almost mesmerized, he lunged. He pushed her over the back of the boomerang shaped couch, spread her legs, held her neck down and thrust in quickly and deep, just like he enjoyed men doing to him. "Oh, fuck, yes! Do me! Do me! Do me!" Her fist pounded the couch as he pumped. Every tight muscle in his body strained and bulged. His cock became the center of his entire world as he plunged hard and deep, over and over, forcing Matchstick's whole body to shake and her vocal breaths loud. "I love it! Fuck me hard! Harder! Pound the shit out of meee!" He reached around and grabbed her dick, pulling it, feeling it swell. "Good," he said, "shows me you like it!" He squeezed her cock and jammed with more strength than he could remember, on and on, until he roared and pushed and unloaded several thick shots again. He used her body at his whim, exactly the way she wanted. When he finished, Dan just kept leaning over the panting waif, his body pressing her against the back of the couch, his hand continually massaging her relentless hard-on, his other hand clutching a breast, massaging the nipple so she kept squirming. He was not going to let her off lightly. Panting, Matchstick levered herself up, spun around, snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Her hard penis rubbed against his. "Do that to me every day and I'll work for you for free." She stepped back. "Do you know why I'm called Matchstick?" "Fire-engine red hair?" She pressed hard against his hand. "When you rub me, I burn flaming hot. The red hair came after I got my name. Rub me, sir. Make me flame, honey. Make me burn white hot!" She squirmed against him with passionate desire and began to kiss him while rubbing herself against his cock, thrusting gently but urgently. Demanding tongue licked his lips, pushed between his teeth and romantically rubbed his own tongue. He suddenly lifted her and sat her on the edge of the couch. He turned around. Her thighs wide, he backed up. Her legs lifted to his hips, wrapped, and pulled. Her cock entered him. She clutched his body while he shoved himself back and forth, feeling her slide inside, his own cock flopping, begging for more. He felt her teeth on his neck and her hot breath and licking tongue. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" She held him tight when she came. When he stepped forward, she hopped off the couch. She still looked inviting, even with a wilting dick and cum trickling down an inner thigh. "Tease," he chided. "That was so good. I feel great! But I really have to go, now." He took her in his arms and they kissed. She spun away, twirled. "Your clothes are over there. Your car is in the car park in the basement. Keys are with your clothes." Completely nude, she scampered toward the side, toward the door out of the flat. "You can stay if you want. Go ahead and jerk off. There's plenty of porn on my PC. Leave your cum in a glass and I'll have it later." She waved, collected a pair of knee-high red boots, short loose skirt, red t-shirt, and disappeared into the morning. Dan had a vision of Matchstick in class wearing only the sexy boots, constantly wanking herself, and teasing everyone, especially the lecturer. He wouldn't put it past her. He grasped his cock and wondered if and when it might subside. Oh, well, best make the most of the opportunity. He went to the kitchen, fetched a tumbler, hopped back to her desk, turned on the desktop computer and began to pump. The bootup was fast. It was clearly a speedy, capable machine, with a glowing blue liquid cooling pump. He was fast, too, every time. He left her a nice present. (Author's note: I love hearing from readers. Your erotic slutty words can get me off, too. What's next?)