She sits in his lap silently as she looks at the computer screen in front of her. He types as she watches, her hand buried in a pair of damp see-through white panties as she rubs her bare cunt. She wears no bra, her beautiful pink nipples pouting, her blonde hair falling just below her shoulders. Her eyes remain big and focused on the screen ahead.
I want you to take off your panties and give them to him.
She stops masturbating, stands, slips them off and hands them over to her partner. She awaits further instruction as he types that she’s done as requested. His cock is thick and large, bobbing as he types. He wears an immeasurable grin as his hands skim the keys.
She’s taken them off, and I have them in my hand. What do you want us to do next?
They patiently await their next command. When she reads what is next, she gasps.
I want her to straddle your left thigh, bare cunt to your warm skin. I want you to rub that bulging cock with her damp underwear while she rides your thigh until she comes. When she’s squealing and writhing in pleasure, then only can you come. And I want you to climax in her panties. But first things first; what does she feel like against your thigh?
He moans as he reads the last words on the screen as she starts to slide herself on his leg, her head thrown back, her gloriously slick pussy rubbing against the skin of his muscular thigh. She places both hands on his knee to steady herself as she rubs against him. She pants as she moves backwards and forwards, and he can feel her swollen cunt open further as she grinds against him. He can barely type a response.
She feels slick, and oh so wet, and soft, ready for me. She’s close to coming, I can tell by her breathing…
Good. Rub her panties against your length and tell me what that feels like.
Her moans were growing louder by the second. He rubs the diaphanous pair of panties against the smooth skin of his cock while she’s breathless next to him. His senses are going into overdrive; his partners climax inching closer, the softness of the material rubbing against his prick, the stranger’s requests fueling both of them on. His cock was twitching, pulsing in anticipation of coming. A drop of pre-cum appears at the head of his cock as he continues to work the length with the material wrapped in his hands.
It feels wonderfully smooth, I can barely type…
I want both of you to come for me, now. I want her howling and screaming as your come spurts into the delicate material you’re holding. I want both of you exhausted and spent because of me. Now it’s time.
“Come, baby, come,” he insists as she rides his leg with fury. He can feel her starting to spasm, to climax, and he feels the zing in his belly, the surge in his heavy balls, and he starts to come himself. He comes hard and insistently, the streams of seed coating her panties he’s holding. He grabs her hair and pulls it back with his left hand and she starts to squeal as her orgasm breaks free. Her fingernails dig into his leg as the waves of pleasure subside.
Finally, they both look at each other and start to laugh. Once they’ve both regained composure, they stare at the screen. Their instigator was offline.
“That’s strange, we didn’t even know if that person was male or female,” she notes.
Oceans away, I had already shut my laptop with a smile spread across my face and satisfaction swirling within me. It was now time for me to come.