Stacey Goes Electric

It was my friend Angela who first introduced me to hardcore pornography. We had both recently turned eighteen and the world was opening up for us. I was staying over at her house and we were discussing how we would like to give a blowjob and she produced this video clip she had downloaded of a beautiful porn-star sucking the cock of a really hot guy.

She was so sexy with gorgeous makeup and wonderful blonde hair and blue eyes, he was so fit and toned and his cock was so hard and firm. His bellend was shining and glistening in the light from her saliva. She would slowly slide her tongue along his length and then look up at him as she took it deep into her throat. I couldn't believe how much of him she could take without choking. Could I do that?

At the end of the clip I remember how turned on I felt when I saw the white sticky load explode into her mouth and on her face and how she looked so horny and lustfully at him after ejaculation, she seemed to enjoy the taste, licking it all up from his cock and sliding the mess from her face to her mouth.

Every night before bed I would watch this clip over and over, getting aroused and touching myself. I would imagine being this girl myself and doing this to so many different guys.

My interest in pornography grew and soon I was watching online porn every night. Watching girls with three or more guys really excited me and I would search for threesome videos and then graduate to gangbang and bukkake as I became obsessed with watching women getting soaked and splattered in sperm. My favourite involved an older brunette, who would casually and sexually walk into a room with a crowd of guys and drop to her knees whilst they all gathered around her with their cocks in hand. The camera focused on her lusty greedy face as she would suck them one at a time whilst wanking off a cock in each hand. She was so eager and keen when sucking them and was so vocal, talking dirty and making sultry satisfied slurping noises.

She used so much saliva on their lengths as if trying to dissolve the flesh in her mouth. She would lick and spit on their balls and it was dripping from her chin onto her tits. The guys were enjoying her so much and this was clear when they begin to cum on her. Big white thick and splashy ropey loads started to shoot all over her face and hair and in her mouth and she got so horny and aroused, the lust in her voice grew more intense as she approved of each guy making her more and more messy. Her face was completely soaked in sperm and her hair was a sticky mess also. After the guys finished, the camera lingered on her as she stared at the lens greedily, licking her lips and caressing her cum soaked tits and rubbing her clit to climax. Despite being used so nastily, she was clearly in total control of the situation and knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.

This was such a massive turn-on for me. I wanted to do this so much but I doubted I could ever go through with such a thing.

The guys liked me that's for sure. I had no problem finding a boyfriend, they just always seemed to be available for me but I would never stay with any guy for very long. Guys my age were so immature and annoying and none of them could ever fuck me like I wanted -- like I saw in porno. Some guys were just so lame and told me they were in love and stuff. LOL.

5'7, long dark, jet black hair, blue eyes with perfect natural lashes. Pink perky lips and perfect white teeth with a gorgeous smile. Average size tits, a nice round ass and my best feature -- my gorgeous milky white toned legs. I played a lot of tennis so I was quite fit and I was very proud of how my legs looked. Always looking at myself in the mirror, the unblemished perfect soft silky skin of my thighs. I would get wet just touching them myself.

Of course I was a tease. I would wear short tight skirts to class, naturally I would love feeling the lustful stares of horny guys as I crossed and uncrossed my legs in History lesson. Sometimes I would deliberately caress my thighs with my hands, my nail varnish catching the light for their desirous eyes.

I would wear heeled leather shoes to accentuate my calves and make my ass move when I walked. Shake my hair back regularly as I did it.

White blouse and tie under a standard school blazer which I kept a size too small for me which kind of made my breasts look bigger than they were, certainly showed them off more from viewed from profile side and I always liked to wear a black or red bra under my blouse so everyone could see through easily.

Earrings, gold crucifix chain always loose around my blouse. A little mascara and a touch of lip-gloss.

Eventually, I got a little bored of teasing and pornography and started to feel like I needed to experiment more for real.

Guys my age had never satisfied me so I began to think I needed to find someone older and more experienced. I still looked quite young and cute but surely there would be some guys out there willing to take advantage of that, right? I noticed guys checking me out at bars and clubs when I'm out with friends. Older guys, but none of them would ever approach me. This was frustrating.

As soon as I graduated high school, I got a tattoo of intertwined roses which ran from my right thigh up towards my belly button. Very sexy I thought, and all my friends agreed. Of course, I could never show this to my mother who had no idea I was planning it at all.

It was the summer of my nineteenth birthday and I was going away to Uni in the autumn; I really wanted something memorable to happen to me sexually before I left.

Finally, one morning, I got the unexpected opportunity to really test my confidence and seduce an older guy.

I was up and around about 7am making coffee, mum was scrambling back and forth getting ready for work. She was late.

'Stacey, the electrician is coming to fix the wiring in the kitchen this morning, can you stay in whilst he's here?'

'Yeah, sure.'

'It should only take about an hour he says.'

'Ok mum, no problem, I'm not going anywhere till this afternoon.'

'Ok thanks sweetheart, don't forget to let the cat out.'

Just as she was about to leave, the doorbell chimed.

'Oh! That will be him now.'

I was leaning against the dining table sipping coffee, bleary-eyed, hair tied in a careless bun with baggy pants and an old t-shirt on when the electrician walked in with my mum.

'Mark this is my daughter Stacey; she will be in the house whilst you work.'

'Hi Stacey.'

Mark the electrician was gorgeous. I almost cracked a tooth on my coffee mug in shock.

He was 6' at least, about 35, tanned, clean shaven big glowing blue eyes and he spoke to me in a deep sexy voice that made me all gooey and melty.

'Eh... Hi.' I squeaked before rushing out of the room.

Fuck, why did he have to see me like this? The worst I look all day. He probably thinks I'm a total goof or worse. I have to let him see me when I look good.

I was already stripping off to shower when I heard mum finally leaving as the front door slammed.

Showering has always been one of my favourite ways to get off. Lathering my body with soap and imagining a guy feeling and groping my body as I caress the soap around my tits, thighs and between my legs. Then taking the shower head and allowing the water pressure to beat upon my clit.

I can stay in the shower for a long time but I was out quite fast to get myself ready. I wanted Mark to see how hot I was and maybe do a little teasing I supposed.

I already knew what I was going to do and what I was going to wear.

Red French panties under white silk Adidas micro-style sports shorts, little slits on either side with pink stripes running up the seams. My tattoo will be very noticeable whilst also complimenting my ass and legs.

No bra, just a tight white Lacoste shirt without a collar which I sometimes wear during tennis practice.

Tie my hair back in a pony-tail pretending I don't care about my hair today, and of course just a little mascara and lip-gloss.

This morning, I planned to apply some new nail varnish to my toes and the most comfortable place to do that is on the living room couch, using the coffee table as a platform for my feet. The light is best there as the morning sun shines through from the kitchen window where, oh yes, Mark will be fixing some plugs or whatever.

I felt a tingle of excitement as I padded barefoot downstairs.

It had only been about twenty minutes but it looked like Mark was done and getting ready to leave, packing up his tools already. Boohoo.

'Finished already?' I beamed after parking my bum down on the couch, nail varnish already in hand my left leg already raised on to the coffee table. He would get a view of my thigh, almost up to my ass with these already short shorts hitching further up my curves.

'Ah, yeah, Stacey almost done... not much to do really.'

His eyes were wide and he almost stuttered his words when he saw me. He kept looking at me as he wiped down his screwdriver with a cloth.

I looked back at my foot and began slowly applying my nail varnish -- a delicate pink with a slight metallic shine to it. I liked it a lot, I was smiling with satisfaction.

'How old are you, Stacey?' He was still looking at me and still wiping his screwdriver.

'I'm 19 now...' I said with a slight sideways smiling glance at him.

'Still at school?'

'Nah, finished in June, going to Uni in a couple of months.'

'Ah, your boyfriend will miss you when you leave?'

Prying questions, hmmm. Interesting.

'No boyfriend at the moment.'

'Pretty girl like you, no boyfriend?'

OMG! Such a predictable and lame chat-up line, but I was enjoying this.

'Oh, you think so, do ya?'

'Well, you'll have no problems finding suitors in Uni if you do your nails in front of them like that!'

'Suitors? Is that a word you used back in the 70's.' I said staring at him with fake disapproval.

'Oooh, sassy Stacey.'

There then followed a few moments of uncomfortable silence as Mark finished putting away the last of his things including his little over-polished screwdriver whilst I continued to apply nail varnish. Having finished my left foot, I was now beginning with the right.

I was genuinely surprised when seconds later he came and sat down next to me on the couch.

'Don't mind if I have a seat, do you?'

'If you like.'

He now a perfect close-up view of my right thigh and tattoo, OMG, I could smell his deodorant. He was wearing these big workman trousers with big pockets on either side stained with paint or God knows what. He had pens sticking out the top and loose coins in there, I could hear them jingle around as he sat down. An equally stained black polo shirt hugged his torso framework -- he was in pretty good shape, that's for sure.

'That's a really beautiful tattoo, your mum know you got that?'

Another obvious line but I was smiling when I replied.

'No, she doesn't know, she would kill me.'

'Well, she's gonna find out soon enough... how far up does it go?'

'Em... up to my belly button... kind of...'

'You wanna show it to me?'

'Seriously?... noooo.'

'Why not?'

'Because it's private.'

'But it's a tattoo, I can already see some of it, you're not going to let anyone see the rest of it?'

'Well, maybe, I guess.'

'Let's see it then.'

'Okay, fine.'

I screwed the cap back on my nail varnish and placed it down on the coffee table and raised my shirt just far enough for him to see the rest of the design as it curved towards my belly button.

'Wow, it's such a beautiful design. Definitely suits you, Stacey.'

'Thank you.' I said, kind of bashfully.

I hadn't anticipated showing him the whole of my tattoo and I hadn't expected to get instantly wet when he reached over with his finger and began slowly tracing his finger over my tattooed skin.

From the roses at the side of my belly button, all the way down the stems, over my micro shorts and up my thigh which I still had raised on the coffee table.

I just stared at him, in a kind of paralysis as he explored my tattoo. I guess it was a kind of lustful stare as he certainly took my reaction as an invitation to explore me further.

His hand was now firmly caressing my thigh, over my knee, my tattoo and up and down the inner side, making my breathing harder and my pussy now swelling and aching to touch.

Leaning in closer to me he suddenly grabbed my shirt and yanked it to my neck exposing my tits and my pink nipples pointing out towards him. He leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I tasted cigarettes and coffee as he groped my tits and rubbed my nipples. He took turns kissing me on the mouth and neck and sucking my tits before pulling my leg further to the side, his hand now resting on my shorts between my legs, directly above my wet cunt -- so fucking wet now and desperate for pleasure. I was practically lifting my hips onto his hand. My body language must have been begging him to explore me and he didn't disappoint me.

Slowly his fingers were into my shorts and I felt a tingle of delight as my panties were pulled to the side and I felt his touch on my juicy lips.

'Oh, fuuck.' I whimpered.

'Do you want me to stop?' he asked.

'No!'

'Goooood.'

He leaned in and kissed me much harder this time as I felt his fingers go inside me, my wetness betraying me as I'm sure he also heard the soaking wet squishing sound as he fingerfucked me on my mother's couch. I came instantly and soaked his hand.

This seemed to excite him more and he was swiftly on his knees yanking off my shorts and panties. I felt the cool air on my wet cunt as he spread open my legs and pulled me down the couch closer to the edge and then holding my thighs apart, he went down on me licking and teasing my clit and sucking up my juice as I came again. It was then that I noticed the ring on his finger for the first time.

OMG! He was married. And now he had that wedding band between my naked thighs, holding me apart so he could taste and drink my cum. The thought that a married family man was between my legs and eating my pussy made me cum again.

None of the guys at school had come even remotely close to providing me with what I was feeling now.

But it was only going to get better.

After having his fill from my pussy fountain, he pulled me up and yanked my shirt over my head.

'Turn around...' he said whilst helping me back onto the couch, my back and ass facing him, moving my legs into place and pushing them apart, my pussy exposed to him from behind, my knees on the edge of the couch, my hands gripping the head cushion.

I turned my head and saw him unbuckle his belt and trousers. When his cock and balls fell out of his boxers I screamed silently inside.

OMG. Look how hard he is and his balls are bulging too. Is he going to fuck me on the couch?

I didn't have long to wait for the answer, after he spat on his cock, I felt his hands grip my hips and he slid hard straight into me. Not even bothering with a condom. He didn't even take his trousers or boxers off.

'Fucking hell Stacey...'

He muttered things to himself as he fucked me enthusiastically, his hands taking turns to grope my ass, tits, thighs, neck and also pulling my head back by the pony tail which made my body arch back on itself, my nipples pointing out, felt like they would burst out my chest like bullets. Whilst he torpedoed me between my legs, over and over thrust after thrust.

Now and then he would take his cock out and slap my ass cheeks with it, I guess to stop himself from cumming in me. My ass cheeks were wet and my thighs soaked with juice. My mum's couch was also getting wet now. How would I explain that? I really didn't care.

'Turn around again, Stacey... I wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you...'

Oh, that's kind of sweet and filthy at the same time.

'Let your hair loose for me baby.'

He pushed me much further apart this time and I stared with absolute lust at him as he penetrated me again. Watching my pussy stretched around his cock was so fucking horny and it reminded me of some of the porn scenes I'd seen where younger girls were fucked by older men with staggeringly large cocks. I almost wished someone was there filming what Mark was doing to me so I could watch it over and over again.

He'd pulled off his trousers and boxers now and this seemed to free him up to really do me.

I felt him plunging so far and deep inside me, to places no-one -- not even me -- had been before. I'm not sure how long he lasted but it felt like forever for me and I loved every second.

When he finally pulled out, I stared with astonishment at his long, fat cock glistening with my pussy juice and a slow stream of precum flowing over his bellend. In an instant this vision disappeared as he grabbed his cock and wanked back his foreskin and suddenly, I felt his warm, wet goo all over my face.

OMG! It just, like, jetted out suddenly and I didn't even see it.

He groaned heavily several times as he spunked up on me. It didn't get in my eyes exactly but there was something on my right eyelash which made my vision slightly obscured. I could feel it on my forehead, cheeks, nose and chin and even my right ear! Then I saw him jerk and spray on my neck and chest.

It was a lot! My previous boyfriends would only really manage a few pathetic little spurts, but Mark seemed to have been saving it all up!

I was absolutely delighted that he had pulled out to cum on me but I was a little disappointed that he had missed my mouth as I wanted to taste his sperm so badly.

When I reached out for his cock, he stopped jerking and let me do the rest. Grabbing it by the base I opened my jaws wide and took his length into my mouth, I felt another shot of sperm on my tongue which I greedily slurped on and keeping it in my mouth I encircled it around his bellend. His cum tasted so rich and musky, slightly sour and salty. I liked it. I had the urge to swallow but I wanted Mark to watch me savoring it and spreading it over his cock. I wanted him to know that I loved how he tasted in my mouth.

I remembered the first video Angela had shown me of the blonde girl sucking cock and looking lustily into his eyes and I imitated her as I tongued Mark's length, my eyes locked lustily on his as he stared down at me.

'My God Stacey, that was amazing...'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah, you're a very sexy girl... but I should probably go now... before your mum gets back...'

My mum wasn't coming back till dinner time and he obviously knew this but I guess he wanted to make a swift exit, after all he had just fucked a client's teenage daughter on their couch and made a sticky spunky mess of her and his wife probably wouldn't be too impressed with his behavior, right?

Slightly disappointing that he wanted to leave immediately after showering me in cum however.

'I guess I better take a shower then!' I smiled at him, swallowing the last of his sperm.

'Okay, Stacey!'

He was already buckling up his trousers as I remained on my knees, naked.

'I'll let myself out.' He said as I finally got to my feet, collecting my skimpy clothing.

Mark was gone before I reached the bottom of the stairs.

I turned the light on in my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

OMG! There was cum in my hair. Like, a lot of cum in my hair. Two big white jet-streams. One straight down the middle and another hanging down my right side. Both seemingly following a line which had also crossed my face. My sticky, shiny face. Lots of bubbly white blobs dripping slowly down my skin. Getting kind of cold now. There was a watery flow of it between my tits and it was reaching my belly button also.

God, this was so horny.

I had to take some selfies and I quickly grabbed my phone and took several pics and close-ups of the mess Mark had left me in. This just made me fucking wet again and I decided I was gonna video myself as I rubbed myself to climax. Spread Mark's cum all over my body and rub it into my clit whilst staring lustfully at the camera.