Solo Action

I locked the front door behind me, dropped my bag and went straight into the bedroom. My body was still buzzing. The judo session had completely worn me out – but in the best possible way. My nipples were still hard and sensitive; every movement of the fabric on the way home had teased them. Between my legs, I felt a warm, wet heaviness that wouldn’t go away.

I stripped completely naked straight away. Naked, I sat down in the middle of my big bed, my legs slightly bent. The lights were dimmed – just the little bedside lamp and the warm ceiling light.

The new camera Jan had given me was already mounted on a tripod at the foot of the bed. I’d set it up quickly earlier. “You can make really nice videos with this even without me – but only for Insta,” Jan had said. It was small, high-quality and had a lovely, understated design. Jan had said it was perfect for Instagram live streams when he couldn’t be there. I connected it to my Wi-Fi and opened the app on my phone.

I started the livestream. The camera’s red recording light came on. On my phone, I could only see “Livestream started – Viewers: 1”. I smiled straight into the lens, ignoring what Jan had said, and spoke softly, as if Lukas were really watching. The video is just for Lukas

“Hey Lukas… I’m home now. Still totally excited about today. I’ve got your parcel here… and I’m going to do exactly what you wanted for you. Just for you.” Out of guilt, she didn’t mention that she’d already used it.

My fingers trembled a little as I opened the plain parcel. The paper rustled. Inside, wrapped in tissue paper, lay the first dildo.

I slowly took it out and held it up to the camera with both hands.

It was beautifully realistic. About 18 centimetres long, slightly curved upwards – just like in the photo I had of it. The skin colour was a warm, natural beige with a slight pink tinge on the glans. The surface felt soft and skin-like, almost a bit velvety. Thick, slightly raised veins ran along the shaft, particularly a prominent vein on the top. The glans was large, round and pronounced, with a distinct ridge beneath it. At the base was a heavy, realistic scrotum with two soft balls.

I turned it slowly in my hands, running my fingers over every vein, over the soft, supple skin. It was heavier than I’d thought – just right.

“It looks… just like you,” I whispered into the camera. My voice was already a bit breathless. “The same curve… the same veins… the same thick glans. I’ve looked at that photo of you so many times… and now I’m holding it in my hand.”

I brought it closer to my face, sniffed it – it had a very faint, neutral silicone scent. Then I kissed the glans very gently, letting my tongue glide over it once.

“This is for you… just for you,” I said softly.

I leaned back into the pillows, spread my legs wide apart so the camera could see everything. My labia were already swollen and glistening. I ran the dildo slowly over my clitoris at first, circling it, letting the soft tip glide over my most sensitive spot. A soft moan escaped me.

My breathing grew deeper. I looked straight into the camera.

“Lukas… I’m already so wet for you… can you feel that? I want to take it in slowly now… all for you…”

Finally, I pressed the thick head against my entrance and pushed it into me centimetre by centimetre. It stretched me wonderfully. I felt every vein, every little ridge as it slid deeper. A long, quiet moan escaped my lips.

“Oh God… he’s so thick… fills me up so beautifully… just like you…”

I began to move him slowly – at first just a few centimetres, then deeper. My hips moved in circles, meeting him. With my free hand, I kneaded my breast, tugged at my nipple, rolled it between my fingers.

The camera kept rolling. I didn’t know that the livestream wasn’t just being sent to Lukas, but was also being streamed to Jan’s cloud at the same time.

I gradually picked up the pace. My thrusts grew deeper, firmer. The soft, wet smacking could be heard clearly. My legs began to tremble slightly.

“I’m imagining you’re lying on top of me… you’re fucking me just like that… deep and slow… yes… just like that…”. Actually, though, my thoughts were back in the shower with the team.

My clitoris was throbbing. I brought my other hand into play, circling it faster whilst I thrust the dildo deep inside me. My breathing came in gasps. My tits bounced with every movement.

The arousal built higher and higher. My pussy kept clenching around the thick shaft. I was on the verge.

“Lukas… I’m coming… I’m coming for you… watch… please watch…”

Then it hit me. An intense, long orgasm flooded my whole body. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my pussy twitched violently around the dildo, again and again. A warm gush of my juices ran down the shaft and over my buttocks. I moaned loudly, my head thrown back, my eyes half-closed.

I left the dildo deep inside me as the waves slowly subsided. Breathing heavily, I smiled wearily at the camera.

“The first one… was just for you… I hope you enjoyed it…”

The camera kept rolling. The red light glowed steadily.

I had no idea that Jan was watching live right now – and that he was recording every detail, every twitch, every moan in top quality.

Holy shit… this horny little slut has just fucked herself with a dildo and thinks she’s just making a private video for “Lukas”. The camera has Wi-Fi and mobile data and the filter, and it’s streaming everything straight to me – in top quality. Tits, pussy, orgasms, everything. And she’s even sending the link to Lukas’s number. Perfect.

She had no idea that Jan already had the complete, uncut livestream in his cloud – with every moan, every twitch, every close-up of her wet, wide-open pussy.

That night she had very erotic, confused dreams.

She dreamed she was back on the judo mat – but this time completely naked. Twenty men in white judogi surrounded her. They tossed her about, holding her for long periods in positions where her legs were spread wide apart. Hard cocks rubbed against her wet pussy through the fabric, rough hands squeezed her breasts, fingers tugged at her nipples. Again and again she heard polite voices: “Are you alright, Lisa?”, whilst at the same time she felt someone penetrating her deeply. She came several times in the dream, but never really woke up – only her body twitched in her sleep, her thighs pressed together, a soft moan escaped her.