Weird Sex Story On Sex Cam
This is the act one couple put on for a sexcam. It’s really quite bizzarre. Have a read.
When you find somebody willing to fuck you, you think you’ve gotten pretty lucky, and you don’t want things to get weird. For Konigsberg, after a few months of normal sex, things got kind of weird.
At first, it was just that period of adjustment, he thought. You know, no sex during her period, awkward suggestions about sex positions, whether it’s better the first thing in the morning or last thing at night.
Konigsberg began to get the idea, after a few months, that normal sex wasn’t turning his girlfriend on any more. Not that she said anything. He asked. He cajoled. He joked. Not a word. It was the ‘distractions’ that bothered him. Open the window, it’s too warm. Close the window, it’s too hot. And it got weirder.
One night, after what he thought was I good, normal sex and a quick, vocal orgasm from Shirley, he found himself still I ready for more. He proudly slipped a fresh condom over his still-hard cock. He | was proud of himself and did it in front of her what could flatter a woman more than seeing her man’s prong as hard as a frankfurter from the freezer?
He sat on the bed, finished adjusting j the rubber, and admired the way it was snug like a sausage casing, with the jaunty reservoir tip ready to do its job. With a little flex of inner muscles lodged mysteriously somewhere in his loins, he did the trick of making his cock fly upward a few inches, wagging a nod of enthusiasm.
Shirley’s legs were spread, the thighs arching upward, legs hanging downward like some kind of mantis. Her blonde pussy, a vibrant pink, was still wet and lubed from the first fuck, and he imagined a time in the not-too-distant future when the condom would be gone and she’d be showing glistening, dripping evidence of having been fucked, but good.
‘Would you turn the lights off?’ she said. He did. ‘I don’t mean to be a pain but could you open the window about eight inches?’ He did that, too. His cock was still parallel to the floor, a mighty achievement and a sign of his great love for her. Right? ‘My throat’s dry. Just re¬fill my glass and leave it on the night stand.’
She was getting a little weird, but even as Konigsberg stood ludicrously pouring tap water, his cock bonking into the side of the sink, he wasn’t too concerned. He gave Shirley the water, she gulped a bit, gulped a bit more, paused, took anoth¬er sip and he did a few practice wipes against her mound, lubing up the con¬dom and nudging it inward, watching her wet pubic hairs cling to the moist latex and then begin to wave inward and out¬ward like seaweed in the tide.
He watched his cock slide in and out, and then lay comfortably on top of her, making all his favourite moves, nibbling her neck, biting her ear lobe. ‘Go back to my neck again,’ Shirley said. Then later, ‘Can you touch my breasts while you do it?’
Nothing was beyond his abilities, and he wanted to prove it to her. With expert skill, he kept his hips in overdrive, cupped her tits with his hands, and worked on her nipples carefully with his thumbs.
He found his cock getting even more lewdly thick and aroused, which made up for any lost traction from the first fucking a few minutes earlier. It was incredible. He couldn’t believe it. Was this the A-material or wasn’t it!
He heard her sucking air, a shiv¬ery whistle coming from between her clenched teeth. That’s when Shirley’s legs, tangled against his, began to weigh heavy on his back and backside, and when her arms clung and pulled his neck downward.
‘Now, don’t go fast,’ she whispered. ‘Go slow. Go real slow.’
Konigsberg never broke his stride. She seemed to run out of requests, and just sort of moaned, like a woman either overcome with emotion or resting her swollen arches after a few hours of mall shopping.
He pumped slowly, distracting himself by thinking of the worst performances he’d seen on America’s Got Talent. When he recalled the overweight transvestite dancing to a Shakira song, he nearly lost his erection but he stuck it out, and hear¬ing Shirley moan only increased his lewd resolve to show her that he was literally up for anything she wanted!
‘Now can you fuck me faster?’
Irked, it wasn’t difficult to start pump¬ing her till her tits began to waggle back and forth, white mounds that made a ghostly surge forward then back, beige nipples bobbing like corks in a sea of milk.
He stopped, still inside her, spurting what he knew was a solid teaspoon into the reservoir tip. There’s plenty more where that came from,’ he said in her ear. ‘I had a double latte at Starbucks before I came home from work, and I asked for extra cream.’
He pulled out to admire the full malt¬ed froth of whiteness that completely engorged the reservoir tip. He pulled it slightly forward, enjoying the hanging, swaying, formidable rubbery avalanche of snot and latex that indicated his spent love.
Shirley had had enough. Konigsberg watched her slide on to her stomach, rais¬ing the sheet over her like a white flag. He thought all her demands and distractions were a little weird, but what the hell.
Things got even weirder a few days later. In the midst of foreplay, Shirley pulled his hands away from her lacy bra cups. She asked solemnly, ‘Would you do something for me?’
‘Sure,’ he said, leaning forward, lath¬ering her ear lobe with his tongue.
‘I’d like you to shave your chest and pubic hair. Hair on a man’s body kind of grosses me out.’
‘Really? You never said that before.’ Konigsberg thought this was weird but, ever the optimist, he imagined she’d re¬ally get into giving blowjobs. He looked down. He wasn’t that hairy anyway. But when he got to the bathroom, he stopped. Is she worth it? How long before it grows back? Why is she getting so — weird?
Konigsberg stood and stared at him¬self in the mirror. Nobody would know. Except Shirley. And Shirley was in the next room, naked in bed, maybe eager to give him a blowjob and finish off with a hot fuck with his cock going in an extra hairless inch!
Things were getting weirder, no doubt, but Konigsberg was upfor it. Well, not atthe moment. His dick took a defensive, turtle-like position as he snipped tufts of his black, bristly pubes on to the bathroom floor. With a few tugs and grimaces, he used his electric razor along his mound and down each side of his dick shaft. The area was ghastly white and stubbly, but if that’s what she wanted…
He spat downward, coaxing what had been a sorrowful, bent chicken neck on a plucked carcass back into a formidable boner. He strode toward the bed, raw and ready, and Shirley seemed to flinch, clos-ing her legs. He clambered on to the bed, all the way up to her face, and eased his prong into her mouth, imagining himself a shaved porn star being filmed by ‘Gag Her Yap’ Productions. But when she ac¬tually did begin to gag, he withdrew.
It’s a little warm in here,’ Shirley said. ‘Would you stop and open the window?’
Konigsberg didn’t mind. He was proud of how his cock retained parallel-bar firm¬ness as he strode back and forth. He ripped the wrapper off a condom, slipped it all the way down his shaft, and in a mo¬ment was fucking her hard and fast. A strange look played across Shirley’s face until she succumbed to an orgasm that was louder than all four women talking simultaneously on The View.
Konigsberg called Shirley the very next day. ‘You know, this hairlessness is mak¬ing me so horny. Let’s go to that Ingmar Bergman film festival. Then back to my place.’
This may seem weird,’ Shirley said, ‘but I’d really rather not go to the movies. I kind of want to be by myself tonight.’
‘No! Oh, no, no,’ Konigsberg fretted. ‘Listen, no movie. I’ll just show up at your place. We’ll play “Cowboy Meets the Squaw” or something.’
‘Native American,’ Shirley said. ‘What happens if the cowboy is on the receiving end?’ Konigsberg blinked.
Back at her apartment that night, she re¬peated her weird twist on what had been an odd but fairly ordinary bit of roleplay. Shirley tied up her cowboy’s wrists with rope, and then found a bandana to serve as a gag. A part of Konigsberg wanted to leave, but another part of him, fully erect, throbbed with the forbidden kink of this weird moment. ‘Just what do you plan on doing here?’
‘Oh, just a little spanking. You don’t mind, do you?’
Konigsberg, bent over a woman’s lap for the first time since childhood, mut¬tered, ‘If it’ll make you happy.’ Then the bandana was pulled over his mouth and tied in back. There was a long pause, as if Shirley wasn’t sure what to do next.
Suddenly he felt a stinging slap to his right cheek. It was followed by a thun¬derous series of spanks on both cheeks. In his awkward position, over her knee, Konigsberg tried to balance himself but his tied hands were no help. He began to fall sideways.
Shirley landed another slap to his left cheek, depositing Konigsberg on the carpeted floor. The rug burned his tender bottom, sending him springing upward and standing stupidly in tront of Shirley, eyes popping, wrists still firmly tied by the rope. He made strangling noises, and she pulled the gag down. His voice came out an octave higher than he’d ever heard it.
‘Is that about it?’ Konigsberg squeaked. He cleared his throat.
Shirley gave him a look, and he couldn’t decide if she was horny over his adventurousness or repulsed by his obe¬dience. She turned off the light, and he padded along after her toward the bed. He sensed that Shirley was taking her clothes off, and he waited. Then he got in bed beside her. She was naked, and he held her close, making her realise that between them was his hard-on.
He moved on top of her, and nudged her knees apart with his knee. Finding her slit moist enough to penetrate, he shov¬elled his dickhead along her furrow and pressed inside. Her legs began to arc up-wards and the blankets fell away.
As he got into his rhythm, all he could think about was whether she was turned on. Really turned on. Some moments dur¬ing the weird things they were doing, she didn’t seem to like what was happening, but by the end of it, a strange glint was in her eyes. It was the burn of passion.
He felt a strange passion himself knowing that he would literally do almost anything for her, if that’s what she wanted. It wasn’t out of revenge that he slowly screwed her. She may have bitch-slapped his arse, but now she was the one underneath, and he was going to master her with his love.
He moved torturously slowly, then worked his hips to ride her clit and make her moan out loud. Now, surely she was enjoying this.
‘Baby, tell me how you love it.’ She didn’t say a word. Konigsberg coaxed more moans out of her, pinning her down with his hands, bucking and fucking her with a relentless rhythm. She thrashed on the bed but couldn’t get away until he wanted her to, until she was flung into a new position, flat on her stomach.
If his arse was slapped, hers was going to be pummelled a different way — by his hard, slapping fuck-motions. He coaxed her into doggy-style and squeezed her tits as he fucked her. Then he began to slide it around and around, giving her a rodeo ride. When she collapsed back on to her belly, he began to squirt the jelly.
She sensed it, felt it, moaned loudly, let him know that she liked it. She really liked it.
Konigsberg put his weight down on her, covered her rump with his body and et his dick stay inside her. It was good for them to stay put for a while, on this weird ‘Oiler coaster of a relationship.
They’d gone from casual dating to sex, and then things just got weirder with the sex. And now?
‘Maybe,’ she said as the morning light treamed through the blinds and turned Konigsberg into some kind of semi-human zebra, ‘we should add a little something to our sex life.’
‘Add something? Add what?’ Konigs¬berg said, his arse still feeling sore. ‘What do we add now — lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions and a sesame-seed bun?’
‘What do you say I give you twenty goodbye spanks? You know, just for luck on your way to work.’
‘What luck? The luck is somebody getting my seat on the subway because I’m too sore to sit down!’ • Shirley laughed. And then she began to cry.
‘Shirley, what’s this? Don’t I do what you want?’
1 didn’t want to ever see you again. I didn’t know how to say it.’
Konigsberg sat up in bed. ‘Say it! This is like a nightmare.’
‘I didn’t want to keep this relationship going,’ she wept to him, ‘because it was going too far. I’m — afraid of intimacy.’
‘You have a strange way of showing it, having me shave my pubes and wanting to spank me!’
That’s just it! I tried to scare you away. But every weird thing I asked you to do, you did. And you did it all forme.’
‘Well, sure,’ came Konigsberg’s bewil¬dered reply. ‘I wanted to please you.’ He stared at the ceiling. Things got weird¬er because we were having a normal, healthy relationship?’
‘Every weird thing I did to turn you off,’ Shirley said, ‘turned me on. To see you do all these things for me really was love-making. All my life I’ve pushed men away. You’re the first who wouldn’t, leave, no matter how outlandishly I behaved.’
‘I’d like my pubic hair to grow out, if you don’t mind.’
‘You have no idea how sexy it was hearing that electric razor going in the bathroom. And when you came out, all hard, all ready for me, I couldn’t help be¬ing excited seeing how much you wanted me.’
‘Well, what does that tell you about me?’
That you’re weird.’ Shirley put her arms around Konigsberg and added, ‘but doing all the kinky sex stuff proved you really do feel love for me, and I’m no longer afraid to feel love for you.’
She kissed Konigsberg. It was then that he really thought things just got weirder.