I really enjoy exploring myself. Touching everywhere on my body for hours, finding out what makes me tick, what makes my little pussy drip and pulse the most. I’ve been experimenting with toys and different ways to make myself cum lately and one of my most recent acquisitions is a pussy pump. I have never been as wet as I am when I have pumped my pussy for probably longer than is safe for someone so new to this. I can feel the juices dripping out from in between my lips, my pussy throbbing in frustration. An added bonus of pumping your pussy? You can’t touch yourself at all, so I have to resort to playing with my sensitive nipples, my brain getting more and more consumed by pleasure and the need to touch my pussy.
I’ll find my fingers tapping on the pump in an attempt to get some more stimulation, pumping it all the way so my clit touches the plastic of the pump… God, I get so horny.
No one even told me to do this, I did this all to myself. I turned myself into an edge slut, only making myself cum when I really can’t take it any longer, getting in more edges every session.
Now that I’ve told you a little about me, we should probably get into my current situation.
Which is at a bar, with red, swollen pussy lips, and no panties on.
I have been teasing and edging myself for hours. Really, I have been doing this to myself every Friday and I finally decided enough is enough. I need to find someone to fuck me.
In a short, dark blue dress that contrasts my red hair, I take a sip of my wine, trying to calm my nerves. I almost can’t believe no one has commented on the smell of pussy yet.
I took a bigger purse with me just to hide the pump in. When right at the edge earlier, my cunt teased me with the idea of slipping into the bathroom at the bar just to pump my pussy a little bit more, to make sure it stays exactly as wet and needy as it should be, to get some more lustful confidence. I hadn’t been able to resist sneaking it along with me.
I scan the bar, more people trickling in as the evening progresses, my pussy dripping as I consider who would fuck me best.
My eyes fall on a woman, chatting to some of her friends, her eyes drifting over to me every now and then. Almost shyly, I raise my glass.
We keep making eye contact, but as I finish my drink I still can’t quite bring myself to go up to her.
You need some more courage. Time to use your pump.
Oh, duh. That’s why I brought it!
I stand up and walk to the bathroom, entering an empty stall and locking the door. I put down the toilet seat cover and sat down on it, spreading my legs. My short dress hiked up, exposing my pussy and pulsating clit and I can’t help but bite my lips at the sight of it. God, it’s so embarrassing that I make myself so desperate. I could just make myself cum like a normal person.
But it feels so good.
But it feels so good, I agree.
I take my pump out of my purse, licking the rim to lubricate it, and place it against my mound. Then I suck it tight, a whimper escaping me as my pussy gets sucked vacuum. I grab my phone, scrolling through porn, and play with my nipples.
I’m there only for a couple of minutes, I think, but I’m wrong, because someone knocks telling me I’ve been in there for fifteen minutes and asks whether I’m okay.
I snap out of my trance, look up in shock, and force myself to reply, my voice a little shaky. “I’m fine! Just got distracted by my phone, I’m a bit of an airhead.” I force a giggle. “I’ll be out in a second.”
I put away my pump and tidy myself up. The woman gives me a weird look when I get out but I give her a smile and wash my hands before going back to my luckily still-empty seat at the bar.
The woman I had been making eye contact with earlier immediately notices me. A soft smirk plays on her lips. I wonder if she notices my flushed face. She would, if she had really been paying attention.
I give her a smile, less shy this time, then swivel in my seat to order another drink.
Before I get the bartender’s attention, she’s next to me. “What are you drinking?”
I look up at her, flustered. She’s gorgeous. A red dress accentuating her curves, her tits… Just barely not spilling out over the low neckline.
“Just the house white,” I manage.
“Oh come on, you can do better than that,” and she orders me a shot of tequila.
I laugh and take the shot with her, the heat of the alcohol sliding down my throat calming my nerves but not my need.
“What did I do to deserve that?”
“Looking hot,” she grins, then leans into my ear. “And unless I’m mistaken… very horny.”
“Wha-“
She stops me, pressing her hand between my legs, touching my soaked and pumped pussy. “I know the look of someone desperate, princess. I’ve been the cause many times.”
I repress a moan, my legs automatically pressing together almost in an attempt to get the invader away but only accomplishing the opposite.
“Follow me back to the bathroom. Drink your second shot first.”
Another shot appears as she walks away. I thank the bartender, flabbergasted, considering my options as if I really have any.
Of course I don’t. My pussy has already decided.
I take the shot and make my way into the bathroom, where she’s waiting for me. She pulls me into a stall and presses me against the wall, her leg between my thighs.
“What has got you so worked up today, love?” she asks, then grazes her teeth on my neck.
A throb of my cunt tells me I shouldn’t lie. “I’ve been pumping my pussy and teasing myself for hours. I’ve been doing that for weeks every Friday. I want someone to fuck me.”
“For someone so innocent-looking you sure are a slut,” she whispers in my ear, moving away from me. “But you’re not going to get that lucky on your first try, princess. I think you should eat me out instead, while you get absolutely nothing in terms of pleasure. It seems like your pussy has had enough excitement for today,” she comments, looking down at the juices dripping down my legs.
I want to look at her in surprise, I want to tell her that no, I would never do that.
Instead I get down on my knees, wanting nothing more than to taste her.
“As you wish,” I hear myself say, sliding her dress up. I look at her pussy, smell the juices so similar to mine.
I start eagerly sucking on her clit, then sliding my tongue inside, my nose rubbing her clit instead. She starts grinding on my face and I can’t believe this is happening. She’s not even trying to be quiet, moaning loudly, telling me how she’s pleasantly surprised that I’m actually good at this.
Of course I am. I know exactly what I like, after all.
Ten minutes later, my face is covered in this beautiful stranger’s juices as she squirts all over me, no one knocking on the door this time.
She tells me to wipe my face on my own dress, then helps me up. I feel her tongue on my cheek as she licks the remnants of her own juices, then sighs contentedly.
“Yum. You and I are going to have so much fun, darling. But for now – don’t you dare cum. Here’s my number. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
She hands me a card, then leaves the stall.
My pussy is dripping and I am so fucking horny.
Maybe it’s the hormones, the desperation, the denial, but there is not a single part of me that questions her command. Of course I won’t cum. I’m going to go home and consume more porn while I wait for her to text me – and my cunt really can’t fucking wait.
