Buying Heels

I apply more hand cream, switch on the camera and start to impale myself on the 14" dildo. The head soon pops into me and I gasp; it's so much bigger than the silicone one. It feels so fucking huge and beautiful as I push myself back onto it; I'm taking about 8 inches, just a bit more with every thrust. I suck on the 10 incher at the same time, inserting almost to the point of gagging, remembering the first time my wife mouth-fucked me with it for her own arousal. I occasionally turn slightly towards the camera, hoping I've caked the lipstick on thickly enough to look obvious and tarty.

This is so fantastic, the closest I could get to being a porn slut. I realise I'm going to have to be assfucked to improve on this; in fact, double-ended. I think I'm going to have to make myself available on some chat rooms and 'specialist' web forums...

I have an occasional break, but manage, over the course of the next hour, to slide myself a full ten inches onto that huge shaft, repeatedly withdrawing to re-penetrate myself fully as far it will go. I hope the vid clips, when I share them via the internet later, will show my desirability, both in my lingerie and heels and my ability at taking serious length. I hope men, or bitchy women with strapons, will want to fuck me.

My balls are aching now, and I want to get off. I'd like to do it with the dildo in me, but I want to record it and I know my cum will shoot further without my sphincter wrapped around the shaft. I position the camera next to the bed to show me from the waist down; suspenders, stockings, strappy sandals and the cardboard sheet in the background. I realise just how much of a slut I look and suddenly think of something which would be a great finishing touch. The unlit cigarette is on the bedside table where I left it, filter stained with red lipstick. I take out my wife's lighter from her top drawer and light up, taking a small drag and exhaling slowly. Now I really do feel like a slut.

I wank myself for the camera, arching my back, making sure the burning cigarette, slim column of smoke curling upward, is visible between the extended fingertips of my left hand as I pleasure myself. I'm aching for release and slowly stroke myself off, great bolts of spunk arcing into the air before splattering onto my tarty suspenders and stocking tops.