I saw her name appear on my email alert and I was instantly hard. Even her name was erotic to me. After five years of degrading sex, my penis was trained. I stroked it softly through my pants.
Her email was curt and to the point. It read like a business transaction. She’d decided when we last parted that she never wanted to see me again. She had a new boyfriend who was a really nice guy. She’d moved on. Our relationship was over.
I undid my fly and eased out my cock, a bead of moisture on its tip. I knew this was the last time I would be hard for her. My mouse flew through folders cuing up the video I had of her – of us. I had a few, but only one was any good. I’d filmed it one sunny afternoon during one of our many trysts. The camera was concealed in my wardrobe amongst some scattered clothes. I’d concealed the body of the camera in a sock. The image was cocked, and a thread of elastic was visible in the top corner at all times.
We came into the room kissing, and made out standing up. I skipped forward by the minute. Foreplay is no use to a man with a hard cock in his hand. I had removed her shirt. Her bra was very plain, very functional - almost athletic. We were still kissing, but we’d moved to the bed. I removed her bra, lying on top of her, my hands wandering, massaging her nipples and feeling the firm edges of her breasts. On the tape the doorbell rung and after a moment I left her there. I remembered the day; my next door neighbour had wanted to borrow a pot. She put on a jacket, and sat on my bed looking bored. I skipped ahead.
Now we were on the bed and things were all business. I removed my own shirt, and held her, my hands wandering in and out of her pants. Eventually I went to the end of the bed to pull them off. I took her panties too. Crawling back along her body I breathed deeply of her vagina’s sent. I could smell it still, now, with my cock in my hand. Fresh and clean and wet and warm. I sucked her nipples. She closed her eyes.
As she undid my belt I sucked her tits, making a nuisance of myself and distracting her from the task at hand. She never was very good at belts. She got it undone and took down my pants, my long, white, hairy legs exposed to the unforgiving lens. She left me lying there and climbed onto my penis, her hand behind her, guiding it in.
It was unusual for us to start like this, because she couldn’t come from penetration and I liked to ejaculate with her on top, so usually she’d suck my cock or I’d fuck her a bit and frig her clit and make her come before she climbed on, but not this time. I remembered she’d been in a rush. She’d gotten a call before from her boyfriend and had wanted to cancel our tryst, but I wouldn’t let her. She’d just wanted to get it over with. I wished I’d gotten her to suck me off. I would have loved to get that on tape. She gave such good head.
She fucked me for about ten minutes, just two pink shapes going up and down on one another. You could hear the Barry White I’d put on in the background. I was lying down and a drawer was open on a cabinet between my head and the camera, so you couldn’t really see my face, but mostly I just lay there. Sometimes I’d reach up and hold her breasts. I wondered why I had picked just that moment. I used to love her tits when we were fucking. I always tried to pull her down, so that her hard nipples would just run along my chest with every pump, but she always resisted. I think a more upright position must have been more comfortable for her. They looked fantastic in profile, her tits, moving up and down, up and down, being hurled up and snapping back in the nicest way. Her pink perfect nipples. Sometimes she’d pump harder and higher than others and the shaft of my cock would be visible beneath her.
Eventually I came, and you could tell she knew it. My back arched a bit, and she stopped pumping and fell into an embrace, kissing me. We held each other for a while, my hand playing across her back. It was sweet. Eventually we rolled over as one and I withdrew. I couldn’t hear our voices on the tape, but I knew she would be asking for tissues. She often bled a little when I fucked her, and besides, she wouldn’t want to dump her load of semen and juices all over my sheets. I got up and walked toward the camera, scratching my chest. As I got the tissues I gave the wardrobe door a nudge and it swung closed, ending the footage. The last shot was my cock, perfectly framed, semi-erect and visibly glistening. Traces of blood. The best possible end to a homemade sex video.
I ejaculated in my hand and reached for a tissue. I selected her folder and pressed shift-delete.
Our relationship was over.
The End of Our Relationship
