My Anonymous Master

I love to fuck myself.

I’ve been doing it for a long time now. I would put anything in my pussy when I was younger; pens, hairbrushes, small bottles. It was a good year when Santa gave me an electric toothbrush.

Jump ahead to now, I was in college, dorm room to myself and a treasure chest of possibilities to make myself cum. I had vibrators, dildos of all sizes, butt plugs, anal beads, and a pretty wild imagination. Just about every day I would make the time to fuck myself; feeling my hot mess drip out of my pussy, filling and stretching my holes, rubbing my enlarged and sensitive clit. I loved all of it, and looked forward to it every day. I enjoyed sex too, but finding a partner was time consuming and often a let-down, so I stuck to being a slut that pleasured myself.

I filled out fully now that I was in college. I was 5’9, had brown hair, was slender built with long legs and I’m not gonna lie, I had a great set of tits. They were 34C’s, round and firm, with puffy areolas that I loved to tease. I like to dress sexily to go to class, it helped me get wet and made for great orgasms after school. If it was winter I would wear a hoodie with nothing underneath, try and sneakily play with my nipples during class, then rush home after class and fuck myself with a big dildo wearing nothing but that hoodie. During the spring I liked to wear tank tops without bras and sit next to the air vent, wear skirts or summer dresses with no panties on. It all added to the excitement when I would play with myself after class. There have been a few times that, when bored in class, I would have to entertain myself by sliding my pen into my waiting pussy. It held me over until I could go home and slide in something much bigger.

Once back at my dorm, the clothes were often shed, and I would almost always have something up my ass or in my pussy. I also liked to be a bit of a voyeur in the dorms. Insert a vibe in my vag, or slide in a butt plug, partially concealed by my ass cheeks, then go shower in the shared bathroom. The shower section was separate from the bathroom, but there were 5 showers in a row that were open to whoever was over there. I would bend over discreetly, not wanting to get caught, but knowing my ass was full in a public place really got me going. One time when I inserted a bullet vibe, the showers were full of girls, and staring at all the exposed boobs and pussies really set me off this time, and an orgasm came over me, in public, in front of everyone! I had to really try and hold myself back, which caused another wave to hit me, causing my body to shake. I made the quickest exit possible before another orgasm hit me, ran back to my dorm still soaking wet, then laid on my bed with my legs spread in the air, just in time for the next orgasm to come. I removed the vibe, and felt my pussy gush with my cum, as my body shook again, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. Later that night one girl asked me about what happened, I blamed it on cramps, which luckily saved me from the embarrassment.

It was a Wednesday night when I got the first text message. I was in my dorm, completely naked, studying; every time I got a question right, I’d place my vibrator on my clit. If I got a question wrong I would shove the vibrator up my ass. I wasn’t sure which I liked more, but it made studying more fun. A text from a random number buzzed my phone and said:

“Hey it’s Brad, thanks for the fun time last weekend, what are your plans this weekend?”

I definitely didn’t hang out with any Brads last weekend so I responded:

“Sorry Brad, I think you were given the wrong number.”

Poor guy must have been stood up. And I thought only guys did that sort of thing. I got a text back right away:

“This isn’t Celina, the blonde from The Twisted Mule bar?”

Feeling sort of bad for him, I let my hair fall over my breasts, subtly letting my nipples poke through and I took a photo of it and sent it to him:

“Again, sorry, but I have brown hair. Wrong number.”

“Woah you’re isveçbahis really hot. And looks like you have great tits. I don’t care about Celina now, who are you!?” he responded,

just moments after receiving the photo. I told him my name was Rachel (it was actually Kate), made up where I went to school, but kept my age honest. He responded back saying he was only a year older than me but was in college on the other side of the country. And he asked what I was up to. Since I didn’t know who he was, and never planned on meeting him, I sent a picture of me “studying”: a close up of my vibrator, deep in my tight little asshole. It felt naughty to sext with a complete stranger, but it was turning me on.

“Nice tight asshole! I wish that was my cock buried deep inside you,” was the response I got, followed by a dick pic. He actually had a really nice cock, rock hard, thick, and long enough to fill my now wet pussy. He had trimmed pubes and his shaven balls hung firmly below his 8 inch shaft. Now that he had my attention, I sent my response: a photo of the vibe on my clit, my wet pussy lips open and gleaming below, with the text

“make me cum,” following it.

I soon got the response I was hoping for: another dick pic, this time his hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, mid stroke, with a bit of pre-cum oozing out his tip. He commanded:

“stick the vibrator back up your ass, and use your hands to finger your pussy and play with your clit. The tri-fecta of pleasure. That should help push you over the edge.”

Without hesitating, I did what he said, and shoved the vibrator back up my tight asshole, and inserted 2 fingers into my waiting pussy. In and out, I started finger fucking myself hard and fast, while quickly rubbing my clit. Between that and the vibes deep in my ass, it felt amazing. I only stopped for a moment to take a quick picture, but as I went back to my ever-ensitive clit, it pushed me over the top, and an orgasm washed over me. My body tensed, and my fingers felt my pussy juices flow. I slowly removed the vibrator, and took another photo of my now enlarged asshole, covered in my own dripping juices. I sent them both to Brad, with the response:

“Thanks for the advice, do this again sometime?”

His response to me was a photo of his slightly limp cock, with a large pool of his cum below on a table. It was pretty hot to think my photos made a complete stranger cum. I stayed up late that night thinking of all the possibilities of this random text encounter.

It wasn’t until the weekend that I heard from Brad again. Saturday morning I get a text asking if I’m busy. I didn’t have any plans until the afternoon, so I told him I was free for a little while, and willing to do whatever he asks.

“Good, he responded, I want you to help me cum again,” was his response.

“And how can I do that for you sir?” I ask,

playing into the sex slave roleplay.

“First you need to make me hard. Send a pic of your little asshole filled again,” was his response,

followed by a picture of his limp dick. Even soft, it was still quite thick, and his balls sagged below, waiting to be put in someones mouth. Happy to help, I stripped down, grabbed my anal beads and lube and laid on the bed. The first picture I sent was the beads, next to my dark, puckered hole, waiting to be filled. The next was when the first bead was in my ass. It was the smallest of the seven, and although it didn’t stretch me out, it sent a tingling feeling all throughout my crotch. The final pic was as I was inserting the last bead, that was about the size of a golf ball. It stretched me out quite a bit before I fully enveloped it, sending the first bead deep into my asshole. It felt so good to be fully filled, and I could feel the juices forming in my pussy. I sent them all to Brad then waited for his response.

Shortly after, I received a pic of his now erect member. I wished it was here to fill my waiting pussy. He responded with:

“I wish I could fuck your ass so hard. isveçbahis giriş But since I can’t, fill your pussy with something large too. Then fuck yourself hard with it, slowly removing the plug bead by bead. Then show me how inviting your ass is.”

I loved being told what to do, and couldn’t wait to fuck myself. I found the biggest dildo I had, a realistic looking 10″ cock, lubed it up, then slowly inserted it into my vagina. I sent a picture first, of my bare shaven, sopping wet pussy, then of the head of the dildo poking it’s way past my pussy lips, exposing my ever waiting clit. Then I took one when it was fully inserted, showing my stretched pussy and filled asshole. I did what he commanded, and started to fuck myself hard with the dildo. I felt like such a slut having both my holes filled and stretched, I could feel my white, wet juices slowly leaking out of me and sliding around and past my asshole. I took the first bead out as I continued to slam the dildo into my pussy. The wave of pleasure as the large bead exited my asshole took me by surprised. My erect nipples confirmed how turned on I was. I took a close up picture as the first bead was out, showing my sloppy mess around my still tight asshole. I kept fucking myself hard like a good little slut while I removed each bead, slowly building the pleasure growing inside me. Finally as the last bead was removed, I lay on my back, and put my knees to my chest, spreading apart my ass cheeks. I took a picture of my now slightly gaped asshole, as the dildo was still deep in my pussy. My juices were visibly collecting around my once filled hole. I sent the pictures to Brad and kept fucking myself as I awaited his response.

After a few minutes, he responded with a picture of his cock, and a stream of cum shooting up his stomach, his now drained balls hanging low below.

“Your job today is done, you can finish yourself off now. Thanks again, talk soon ;)” he said.

Wishing it was me he could blow his load on, I continued fucking myself hard with the dildo, and stuck two fingers into my used asshole. It was still lubed up from the beads, so I aggressively finger fucked my ass, and kept rocking myself with the dildo. It didn’t take long before my knees were back at my chest, and my body was shaking with a well deserved orgasm. I lay there, fingers still up my ass, dildo still deep inside of me, thinking of how naughty I was, sending pictures to help a stranger cum. I smiled as I slowly cleaned myself up, leaving the dildo deep inside me until the end. I loved the feeling of being fully filled and didn’t want it to end. The rest of my day was a bit of a blur after that.

During class Tuesday was when I got the next text.

“You busy?” he asked.

” I have class all day,” I responded.

“That’s too bad, guess you’ll have to be quiet as you cum this time ;)” he suggested.

The thought of doing something dirty in class started getting my juices flowing. At the next class I had I sat in the back, and luckily no one sat in my row, just in the row ahead of me. I could feel my nipples brush against my sweater as I sat down. I was turned on.

“What can I do for you sir?” I playfully responded.

“Telling you what to do is better than any porn I’ve seen. Send me a picture of your tits,” he asked.

This was going to be a bit difficult, I thought. Luckily, the desk was covered in the front so no one ahead of me could see underneath. Also, it was lucky I was only wearing a sweater with nothing underneath. I got my phone ready under the table, leaned forward, lifted my sweater and let my boobs fall. I snapped a pic as they hung there, making sure my nipples were clearly visible. I re-covered them with my sweater, and sat up and scanned the room. No one seemed to be paying any attention to me, which was a relief. I sent the pic to brad and waited for his response.

It didn’t take long before I got a pic of him back, erect cock grasped firmly in his hand. I wanted that cock inside me so bad. Not long after isveçbahis yeni giriş I got a text from him,

“Be a good school girl and put away your school supplies…by fitting as many as you can into your pussy,” he said.

This was going to be a bit more tricky. I was wearing jeans today, so there wasn’t much room to play around with. I would have to pull them slightly down first. I started by collecting as many supplies as I could. I had 2 pencils, 3 pens and a sharpie. That should fill me up, I thought. I started by unbuttoning my jeans and discreetly sliding them down to my thighs. Not wearing underwear today payed off. I snuck my phone under the table and snapped a pic of my exposed vagina, quickly sending it to Brad. I then inserted the first two pencils into my pussy together. They slid right in, as I was clearly wet, hot and bothered. I took another picture and sent it to Brad. I then inserted the three pens, one by one. As I added each pen, I could feel my pussy slightly stretch, making it harder to keep my juices contained; they were now dribbling down to my asshole. Lastly I inserted the sharpie. It was difficult to find room for it, but I wiggled it in. I took another picture and sent it to Brad, with the caption

“Now what.”

There I was, sitting in class, pants around my thighs, pussy filled with pens and pencils. I felt like a slut and loved it, the feeling of having a fully stuffed vagina, while no one around me knew.

“Add another pen to that lovely asshole of yours,” was the next task I got.

Except I was all out of supplies..I decided to whisper to the person ahead of me, asking if I could borrow I pencil. Apparently it was louder than I thought, as multiple people turned to look at me. It was quite embarrassing, even though no one knew my secret. A guy handed me his pen, and I had to slightly lean forward to grab it, flexing my kegel muscles to hold everything inside of me. I took his pen and once he turned back around, I poked the end into my ass. I shoved it in as deep as I could, barely being able to hold onto the tip. I took yet another photo of my filled holes and sent it to Brad. Whatever was happening in class was a write off for me, all I could focus on was my pulsing pussy, and puckered asshole.

“Cum. Before class ends.” was his response.

Finally, I could orgasm. I looked at the clock, there was only 6 minutes left, but I knew I could be quick. I removed all the pens and pencils, leaving the sharpie in my pussy, and pen up my ass. I slowly fucked myself with the sharpie, trying to keep the squishing noises to a minimum. I really hoped no one looked back, because I wasn’t stopping now. I slid my fingers down to my clit, and started to quickly rub it, while I still slowly inserted the sharpie. It felt so good to finally play with my clit, I felt myself start to climax. As quietly as I could, I kept furiously rubbing my clit, bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm. I slammed the sharpie into my wet slit one last time, as I writhed in my chair as my orgasm overcame me. I let out the slightest moan, but played off as a cough. Someone looked back, so I sat there still, clit still pulsating, sharpie and pen still in my holes. One minute until class ended, I removed the pen and sharpie, and took a final picture of the puddle I left on my seat. I pulled my pants up just as the professor was finishing up. I handed the pen back to the boy then darted out of the class, before he could ask why it was warm, or why there was an off white puddle on my chair. I skipped my last class and when straight to the dorm. When I got there I had received a picture from Brad. Another semi-limp cock and cumshot up his chest. I’d lick it all up if he let me.

“Good work. You win again. Until next time ;)” he said.

I tore off my clothes, put my vibe on my clit, and fucked myself with a glass dildo, hard and fast until I came for the second time that day. As I lay there naked, dildo still in my pussy, I drifted off thinking of what Brad might ask me to do next. I felt my nipples harden as I dreamed of the possibilities. Hopefully I get another text soon, I thought.

I cleaned myself up, but couldn’t ignore the wet spot forming every time I received a text message…