Pulsing Desires in a Cloud of Smoke

The apartment smelled like sweat and cheap cologne, the kind that clings to your skin after a long night of popping pills and jacking off in front of webcams for tips. I was sprawled on the couch, legs spread, fingers wrapped tight around my dick—Viagra had turned it into a throbbing weapon, veins bulging purple under the condom that was already ballooning with my cum.

Carol stood over me, her tits swaying as she leaned in, nipples brushing against the tip of my cock. She didn’t ask. She just licked her lips, watching as I pumped my fist up and down, milking myself into the condom like some kind of sick fucking experiment. The latex stretched obscenely, thick with my load, and every few strokes, I’d pull back just enough to see the pre-cum weep out of the slit, glistening like a fucking tease.

“You’re gonna blow that thing before I even get to touch it,” Carol murmured, her breath hot against my skin.

I grinned, even though my vision was starting to blur from the coke. “Nah, babe. I’ve got *plenty* left. You wanna see how much?”

She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. The condom was already half-full, squirming in her grip, and when she gave it a little tug, my dick jerked in her hand, another thick rope of cum oozing out.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my hips bucking up involuntarily. The sensation was unreal—every pulse of my cock sent fresh cum surging into the condom, the weight of it making my foreskin drag against the latex in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel every vein, every twitch, the way the skin stretched tight over my throbbing length.

Carol’s thumb swiped over the tip, smearing pre-cum across her skin. She brought it to her mouth, sucking it off with a slow, deliberate flick of her tongue. “Mmm. Tastes like desperation.”

I groaned, my free hand tangling in her hair. “You love it.”

She did. She always did.

I pulled the condom down just enough to expose the head of my cock, the swollen tip glistening with pre-cum. Carol didn’t waste a second—she dipped her head, her mouth hot and wet as she took me in, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. The latex kept things sterile, but the way she worked my cock with her hands, stroking the shaft while her mouth teased the tip, had me seeing stars.

“Fuck, yeah,” I growled, my hips lifting off the couch. “Just like that. Suck it, baby. Get every last drop out of me.”

She moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my thighs tense. I could feel my balls drawing up, heavy and full, ready to unload again. But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

I yanked the condom back up, the latex now so swollen it looked like a fucking water balloon. Carol pouted, but I just smirked. “Patience. I’ve got something special in mind.”

She knew what I meant. We’d done this before—her watching as I jerked off into a condom, filling it up until it was so tight it practically *pulsed* with every stroke. She loved it. I loved it. The way her eyes darkened with hunger as she watched me fuck the condom, the way her own fingers drifted down to her pussy, rubbing slow circles over her clit while I worked myself into a frenzy.

“Stroke it,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Play with yourself while I do this.”

She didn’t argue. Her hand slipped between her thighs, fingers dancing over her slick folds as I started pumping my cock again, faster this time, my fist moving in short, sharp strokes. The condom was already half-full, the latex stretching obscenely with every thrust of my hips.

“Fuck, I can *feel* it,” I gritted out, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “Every time I pull back, it *pulses*. Like my dick’s *begging* for more.”

Carol’s fingers worked faster, her breath hitching as she watched the condom swell even more. “You’re gonna make a mess,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice strained. “And you’re gonna *clean it up*.”

She bit her lip, her free hand sliding up to pinch her nipple. “God, you’re such a fucking pervert.”

“And you *love* it.”

I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in my gut. My cock was a fucking battering ram, veins throbbing, the foreskin dragging against the condom in a way that made my vision blur. I was close. So fucking close.

Carol must’ve sensed it too. She abandoned her clit, her hands gripping the condom instead, her thumbs pressing against the stretched latex as I thrust into my own fist. “Come on, baby,” she coaxed, her voice dripping with need. “Fill it up. I wanna see how much you’ve got.”

That was all it took.

With a guttural groan, I came hard, my cock pulsing violently as ropes of cum shot into the condom, stretching it to its limits. The latex bulged obscenely, my load sloshing around inside, and I could *feel* every twitch, every pulse, the way my cock jerked in my grip.

Carol’s hands were all over me then, her fingers tracing the veins in my thighs, her mouth hot on my neck as she whispered filthy things in my ear. “You’re such a fucking machine,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “I could watch you do this all day.”

I panted, my chest heaving as I finally slumped back against the couch. The condom was *heavy*, full to bursting, the latex so tight it looked like it might split. Carol didn’t give me time to recover. She yanked the condom off in one swift motion, the cum inside sloshing out in thick ropes, splattering against her tits.

She didn’t even flinch. She just grinned, scooping up a glob of my cum and bringing it to her mouth. “Mmm. Salty.”

I laughed, my dick still twitching, even though I’d just emptied myself. “You’re insatiable.”

She shrugged, her fingers sliding between her thighs again. “And you love it.”

I did.

I always did.