CAM4 Erotic Stories #1: Three Fingers Deep

Erotic Stories combines written storytelling, narrated video, and social discovery. Each week we will publish curated stories authored by real content creators from CAM4.

Three Fingers Deep
by Laura Desiree

It was our first face-to-face, flesh-to-flesh meeting after weeks of heavy sexting and photo sharing in each other’s inboxes. He was better than his profile. I guess adding body heat to a 6-foot-2 brunette banker in a blue suit makes him an instant lethal weapon. I thought I looked pretty classy that night in my black backless dress. I watched his mouth every time he spoke with that voice that came from deep in his chest; I wanted to know what that mouth felt like everywhere on me.

You are reminded of how powerless you are to pleasure when the need to fuck overwhelms an opportunity to dine, lavishly, on someone else’s dollar. The waiter was concerned when we requested the bill before barely touching our entrees. We hardly made it out of the restaurant, respectively. Pressed together, my ass eclipsed his stiff cock from sight. Feeling his heat through my clothes sent a pulse into my pussy, a clench, a throb that, if held too tight for too long, chased a moan up and out through an exhale under my breath.

I looped my arms around his neck as we stepped into the dark and cutting air. My hips pushed into his, up against that steaming pipe thumping against me. The taxi saved us from ripping each other apart right there on the pavement. I crawled to the corner of the backseat, ass up as if begging in body language to be filled to the brim—fed until full.

The eyes of the driver through the rearview mirror didn’t return to the road; they stared deep into mine. I reached for the thigh of my date, tracing my nails along the inseam, up and down. He pushed his right hand down the front of his pants, arranged his overgrown cock, and placed his left hand onto my right knee. The grip in his hand lifted my leg up and over between his, exposing and spreading open everything between mine. My eyes stayed locked on the driver, who now darted between my gaze and the city streets. Could he see below my neck?

I pushed his hand into the heat of my pussy and began to rub myself against his fingertips; they responded with a strong friction that gave me a surface to soak. My mouth found his neck, and there, between his jacket collar and his throat, my tongue trailed over his rough, hot skin. I pulled parts of it up and away with my teeth, leaving sheets of moisture to evaporate under my breathy whimpers of ecstasy.

I sucked on his earlobe and brushed my leg against his firm and inflamed bulge. I worried about it exploding right there in the backseat. His eyes stayed straight ahead. Was he also sharing this secret with the driver? I couldn’t tell if his eyes spoke to the driver like mine had, inviting an onlooker.

His fingers, now slippery, rolled my panties off the split of my lips. I slid into them while they slithered in. Just two at first. I grabbed his wrist with both of my hands and began to grind his finger in and out of the deep end of my pussy. He pulled out, made a U-turn on my clit, and I sucked in a sharp swallow of air and let my head roll back. Three fingers in me, I’m full; he tests the stretch of my wet pussy. Hooks his fingers in and pulls my body around from deep in me. My ass lifts off the seat, and I thrust forward to keep them pushed in as far as they go. My hands grip his wristwatch like reins, and I’m riding him. The pressure is reaching its limit. His dripping fingers curl up and out to land on my clit that he presses down on, rubbing right to left, faster, swirling now on my clit. He swipes it, pinches my clit between his fingers, and rubs harder. I can’t breathe; my heartbeat is in my clit. A rush of flood gushes and spouts from the mouth of my pussy. My ass hits the seat, and I rock back and forth into his hand until I slow and settle.

He inspects his fingers out in front of him. I can see the shine of sweet syrup down to his knuckles reflecting the streetlights. He puts each finger into his mouth, one at a time, sucking at the taste of them while staring straight ahead. We’re stopped at a red light; he locks eyes with the driver, who then locks eyes with me, my mouth open, breathing hard from the chest.

As the taxi pushes through the intersection, he lifts my neck to his mouth and trails it up to my ear, his words humming against my earlobe, “Now we should get you some dessert.” We pull up to a cream-colored building overlooking the park, and I know exactly what will satisfy my sweet tooth tonight…

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