For days now, I’ve been walking around with a hard little clit again, and my pussy feels so hungry! So yesterday afternoon, I dressed myself up as a naughty little slut, slipping into a white mini dress, pink panties, stuffing my tits into a pretty white bra, and pulling on sheer pantyhose—but the kind without a crotch. I’d also laid out my vacuum pump and a few Lovense toys. Wig on, damn, I was so fucking horny.

There I was, behind the stream, getting all worked up and chatting away, when suddenly the doorbell rang. I quickly threw on some jeans—you never know who might be standing there. (This summer, my neighbor popped up in the garden out of nowhere while I was lounging in my bikini.)

Anyway, with my tits still stuffed in, I opened the door. And there was Alex standing on the doorstep. I’ve known Alex for a while now; we grab coffee sometimes, he’s gay, and we’ve gotten intimate before.

“Hey, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d swing by, see if you were home. I’ve got an appointment around here in an hour and a half,” he said, spotting it immediately (I still had my wig on) and eyeing my tits and my head. “Hey,” I said, “come on in.” “You sure that’s okay?” he asked, grinning. “You look delicious again.” That’s when it hit me—I still had the wig on, and the white mini dress was doing nothing to hide my tits. “If it’s bad timing, I’ll head out.” I gave him a kiss and let him inside.

We headed to the kitchen. “I was streaming,” I explained. “I’ll just ditch these jeans—they’re getting in the way.” Alex laughed and adjusted the crotch of his leather pants, where a thick bulge was already straining. “Feels good, right?” I let him peek at the setup and asked, “Coffee?” I shut off the stream and apologized for being so damn horny.

As we sipped our coffee, his eyes landed on the vacuum pump, and he picked it up. “You’ve got me all riled up now,” he said, giving my nipples a quick squeeze. “Ohh, what a surprise dropping by like this—wanna fuck me right now?” I blurted out. Alex wasn’t expecting that and admitted he didn’t have any condoms on him. “I do,” I said, heading to the kitchen drawer where I keep a few stashed. “Come on,” I urged, and we started toward the bedroom, but Alex wanted to stay downstairs. “The toys are right here anyway,” he said, grabbing the vacuum pump. “I’ve always wanted to try this.” He unzipped his fly and shoved his pants down—no underwear! Fuck, his cock was rock-hard and delicious, and I took it straight into my mouth.

We moved to the living room, and I lay back on the couch. Alex fitted the pump over my dick and started pumping. Meanwhile, I wrapped my lips around his cock again, sucking that gorgeous thing.

I don’t know why, but when I pump myself, I always chicken out halfway. But when someone else does it? I just surrender completely. Sometimes, Alex would let a bit of air out and pump again—wow. I grabbed a condom, rolled it onto his dick, and said, “Come on, Alex, fuck me now.” He pulled me off the couch and got me on my knees, keeping the pump in place. He slid the cylinder off, knelt behind me, spat on my hole, worked in a finger, and then I felt his thick shaft pushing inside.

Alex grabbed my tits and started pounding me while the pumped-up cylinder stayed locked around my dick. Ohhh, it felt so fucking good like that, and I could hear him slapping my ass as he came. He pulled out and peeled off the full condom. “Wow, that’s loaded,” I said. I spun around and took his cock back in my mouth, tasting his cum.

Alex pushed me onto the couch, released the air from the pump—and oof, what a rush. My dick had swollen so thick it was a struggle to get it out of the cylinder. My foreskin was all puffy, and you could feel it when Alex started jerking me off. But not long after, I was shooting cum all over my belly.

We were cracking up about it all as Alex grabbed his phone and texted his appointment that he’d be 10 minutes late. What a blast we’d had. We made plans to carve out more time next round and play with the other toys too. He pulled his leather pants back on, and I gave his damp crotch a stroke. Alex hit the bathroom first, door wide open, and I heard him pissing away. “Something for next time!” I called out.

We said goodbye, and the streaming… well, I didn’t get back to it that day.