It had been a long day for him. Deadlines, irritation caused by “ignant-ass” co-workers, car trouble. He was glad to see it end, not just because all of his tasks were completed, but sundown meant that he could get online and check in with the freaky folks of color he chatted with on a nightly basis. Normally timid, bashful and socially inept in person, he came into the room feeling loose and comfortable, letting fly with his offbeat sense of humor that kept his chat buddies in stitches. As the night progressed, the mood turned from humorous to horny, as those with the benefit of microphones and web cams congregated in a separate part of the chat. Feeling left out, he was given the password by an anonymous chatter and entered a world he would soon find amazement and reflection in.
As one sexy female voice talked over others, the conversation began to get sexual, and one brother stepped to the forefront for the good of all lovers of aural erotica. “I think you should let a listening audience hear you,” the smooth voice said to a lady who felt the need to take her climax into her own hands, so to speak. He was stunned. Was he really about to hear a live long distance sex session? He blinked his several times and shook his head twice to make sure he was hearing correctly. The next sound he heard assured him that he was in the right place.“Ohhhhhh,” the female voice writhed into the microphone. Her regular voice went up a few octaves as she began pleasuring herself, all while the smooth male voice ushered her into ecstasy with his words.
“That’s right girl,” the voice intoned. “Take it all. Get it all.” The temperature was already a fever pitch before she decided to grab her sexual aid. When the buzzing sounds and the unmistakable splish splash of damp pussy came into the equation, He was in a trance, listening to this nameless, faceless couple of who were not in the same room, yet had a chemistry intriguing enough to give all chatters a memorable show.Conversation turned into keystrokes as those who had microphones were silent as the two lovers did their thing.
“Don’t run from it girl,” the smooth voice instructed. “I can’t cum until you cum all over my dick.” The female chatters encouraged the voice’s passionate words, and combined with a smoothness most of us men lack, the voice continued the verbal assault on her vagina, and her lilting, falsetto-style moans sent Him over the edge. Turned on beyond belief, he resisted the urge to play his own instrument, but instead sat up and pressed the dated Sony walkman earphones closer to his head as the smooth and the satisfied combined to create one amazingly sexual and pleasing unit. With the one-on-one scene being played out in the room and everyone pecking away at their keyboards in awe, He couldn’t help but think he was part of a sonic orgy, a DSL Swingers’ Convention if you will.
He also couldn’t help but wonder how the moaning woman’s wetness measured out. Was the dildo slathered in white, not-so-thick cream? Or did her juices give the sexual apparatus a glistening, glowing sheen that would blind anyone if it were held up to light?
As much as he was turned on by the woman reaching her climax in the most unique of ways, he was also envious of the luuvvv doctor over there, laying down some serious game to get her to that point. He realized that while this awesome mixtape of masturbation was no doubt off the chain, he felt bad that he didn’t think women would ever get to that point with him and his mousy, proper diction-styled voice.
After the woman climax and all involved came back to Earth, He eventually went to sleep, feeling guilty about what he had heard and the conflicting feelings that came with it.
Yet and still, he’ll be back tonight to chat again and maybe hear more orgasms. The guilt and conflict isn’t that strong.
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