Online Roleplay

After a few weeks of visiting Chat2Fuck, I was really starting to get a reputation for myself. I was the easy slut, the big titted bimbo, a quick lay. I had mostly interacted with people through role play and sexting up to this point. It was easiest for me this way; I didn't have to risk exposing myself to any potential perverts that just wanted to pass my nudes around, I was able to live out all of my sexual fantasies while still maintaining all the outward appearances of a prudish church girl, and I was getting better and better at sex. When I had first joined, I barely knew anything about the basics of sex; I only knew how to describe what I had seen and read about in porn. By now, I was able to describe how to suck a cock with such accuracy, my partners truly believed I was a whore.

I was also starting to make friends with the people I had met there and started to have a few regular relationships with some of the more regular guests. I found it tricky to stay faithful to any one user though because we never actually met in person, and there wasn't an external signal to let me know if they had logged in or not. Because of that, I generally ended up fucking whoever happened to be on when I was. Some users tried to act possessive of me. They threatened to beat me, to fuck me harder than I had ever been fucked before, and many other things I can't write here. It was also around this time that I started to realize that I was bi. Girls tended to not get as upset about me playing around with others compared to guys, or at least would be upfront about it first. They also tended to be better at role play and sexting than most of the guys. You wouldn't believe just how many guys are clueless about the female body. I once had a guy try to convince me that the clit and the G-spot were the same thing. Another tried to tell me that I had a prostate to convince me to let him fuck me up the ass.

That's how I eventually met up with a girl named Beako. I know that the spelling looks a bit funny, but the down side to a sex chat, is that I can't use a real name if none is provided. Beako was a site VIP, which meant that she had a few exclusive privileges, including the ability to create her own private chat room if she wanted. One day I got a message from her asking if I'd like to join her room and "fuck a bunch of sexy ladies". who could resist such an offer? There were five of us that used that private room in total. Beako was the head bitch and called almost all the shots. The first day I arrived, she branded my ass with a B and said that I was her personal fuck toy. Then there was Wolfy. She was the least active of the group but she tended to be really dominant with us. If she saw me ever act of of line, she was always quick to tie me up in a hog tie and invite everyone else to run a train on my ass. Then there was starlight, a fellow sub that taught me about how much fun it was to be a brat. But my Idol in that room was Lilith.

Lilith wasn't a regular slut like the rest of us. She didn't feel the need to own or control any of us while were there. She only ever got involved in the role play scenes if she felt particularly horny with what was going on, but otherwise was content to sit back and tease us. I was uncontrollably frustrated at my inability to get her to want me. Getting attention from people on this site had been so easy. I had people fighting over me and begging me to let them fuck me. She was the only one that never seemed to be that interested. And it didn't help that her ability to describe sex was off the chart. She once sent an entire paragraph describing a single rotation of her tongue around Beako's pussy. I wanted to be her more than anything

What was also nice is that because we were all in a private room, and all had different schedules, it was rare for any of us to ever not be online at the same time as someone else. Finally, I had a chance at a somewhat steady relationship with four other girls using anime profiles that sometimes liked to be futas and other times liked to be able to use magic and walk on walls. Ok, so maybe normal wasn't the right word for that relationship, but Beako was the first person I ever really felt like I had a real relationship with.

Every time we were together I felt like I was at the greatest of private parties. We would talk and tell jokes. Starlight and i would usually end up getting tied up in some complex position before we got out brains fucked out of us. This was the first, and truly the only real time I felt comfortable with the idea of group sex. Now I prefer to be completely focused on one partner at a time. But back then, I loved the thought of being anally spit-roasted while another girl ate out my pussy as I hung from the ceiling.

There were only two problems with the dynamic: 1. I still had a real life going on at a christian university. This meant that I had to still live in the real word and do real world things like go to class, work, and try to maintain a non-virtual social life. As the semester continued to progress, I found that I was able to dedicate less and less time to sexting, which meant that I had less time for Beako, Lilith, and the others. 2. People on the internet lie. I lied about my breast size and weight; Beako lied about not having a penis.

It started off casually enough at first. Originally, she said that she wanted to be a futa more often when we were together. Then she decided to become a futa full time. Then she came out and said that she had been a guy the entire time and was just playing the part of a girl so that he could have an easier time getting girls to talk to him. After that, the group sorta fell apart. Lilith felt immediate betrayal and I never saw her again after that. Starlight tried her best to stay in touch, but she was battling with mental health before everything went down, and without the room, she didn't see much point of logging on. Wolfy wasn't on as much as the rest of us, so she was probably the least affected. I still see her online from time to time, but we haven't really spoken in years. I can't really say how she took it; maybe felt the same betrayal and loss as the others, or maybe she just decided to move on to her next exciting conquest. I guess I'll never know

Beako and I tried to talk things through for a little bit, but he kept getting so much hate for lying to everyone that he also left the site. For a little bit he had made a new account with a male profile. It may have lasted all of two weeks though. I'm not sure if he ever tried to come back again, or if he too resigned himself from the world of virtual sex.

Luckily, real life has a way of offering escapes from the virtually reality I was starting to feel trapped by. About midway through the semester, I met a girl named Allie. Allie was not as kinky as me, in fact she was about as vanilla as it gets. What's special about her though, is that she asked me out while we were both attending a very conservative school. Now I don't want to get anyone in trouble here, so I won't mention the school by name, but it did, and still does have a policy against homosexual behavior on campus. What I mean by that, is that if someone had caught Allie and I kissing, it could have been reason enough for us both to get suspended and lose out scholarships. Because of how big the risk was, I still believe to this day that Allie is the bravest person I've ever met.

I remember how about a month into our secret relationship, were were studying on the top patio of the foreign language building on campus. She had introduced me to the Scorpio Races. If you haven't yet, I highly recommend reading it; it's one of my favorite books and it reads really fast. We were both sitting at one of the tables there all by ourselves on the rooftop as the sun was setting behind us. So as to not draw any attention to ourselves, I had chosen to sit across from her while she read allowed.

The weather was warm enough that she had opted to wear a maroon t-shirt with a v-cut neckline that showed off her cleavage in the most remarkable way. It was hardly slutty or flashy. If you were to pass her in the halls, it would have looked like just a regular top. But here, while we were alone, at the angle she sat, she was Working her cleavage as if she were a professional stripper, letting me look straight down her shirt to her lacy white bra. As she read, Allie's chest started to rise and fall with excitement for the race being described in the book. I pretended to be invested in what she was reading, but my only thoughts were on the rise and fall of her ample cleavage, wanting more than anything for her bra to fall away.

My stare must have grown too obvious at some point because Allie stopped reading once she saw that we were alone. Without a single word, she tugged down on her shirt and bra and exposed her tits to me right there. I looked up at her in shock and disbelief, then back at her tits to confirm that they were really there before me. As I stared in awe, She got up and pulled me over to the corner of the balcony, away from any potential onlookers.

We made out there in the shadows until it was time for the building to close for the night. I can still remember how her lip gloss tasted like a mix of cherry and cinnamon apple. Her tongue and mine danced in circles around on another as we explored each other's mouths. My hands slip up to cup her breast, a perfect mound that was just a bit to big for my hands. Her hands meanwhile traveled down and rested on my ass, pulling me closer to her.

Unfortunately after our bout of fun on the roof, we both had to head home so we weren't able to go beyond that. But I was so hot and horny, that I just had to rub one out before I could even begin to think of something else. As I laid there in bed, fingering my pussy, I couldn't help but think of how good it would have felt if her tongue was where my finger was. I yearned for her breasts to fill my hands once more, and for out body heat to combine once again as we both approached a mutual climax.

But as I got nearer to my orgasm, my fantasy took a darker turn. I started to imagine Allie wearing a monster strapon. I wanted her to suspend me from the ceiling just like I had role played with Beako online. I imagined her calling me her personal bitch as she took me from behind, letting me cum only after I had spilled all of my darkest secrets to her. I came to the thought of her parading me around campus as her personal sex ****, ready to commit any and all acts of depravity she requested of me.

Unfortunately for me, I never did end up having sex with Allie; we never went farther than we did that evening on the roof. But the thought of her using me like that kept me from having to go back to Chat2fuck until the end of the semester.