Fucking Quarantine

by Cris Reyes

Day 1: March 17, 2020

You would think that being stuck at the luxurious and famed “The Guild Hotel” in Austin during a world defying pandemic would ease your mind a bit; but instead, my anxiety was amplified to a voltage of over 10,000 watts, and the aching surrounding my cunt could not be detained. The mayor, and about every government official, had proclaimed a mandatory lockdown-which brings me to my self isolation journey here in Texas. Except, my goal from this trip was to seek top-tiered therapy to aid my salacious and prurient thought focus, yet this pandemic only eased me further into an array of sexual revelations.

Day 2 of Quarantine: Lover on the 2nd Floor:

Long flowy chocolate-brown hair cascaded down her midsection, and her voluptuous body filled that two-piece bikini in all the right places. We had come in proximity with one another days before this worldwide tragedy struck. Her pussy tasted like peaches, and she swore on a “vegan” diet which made her even sweeter to consume. I cupped her breasts, and finger fucked her until she passed out from all the pleasure she had obtained. The next morning, we woke up hungover from too much wine from the previous night. Her hairless pussy filled my mouth as she rode me back and forth; My tongue fucking her deep within. She had a late check-out. I never saw her again.

Day 6 of Quarantine: Lover on the 27th Floor:

A much older man-around half my age I would predict; We exchanged glances in the elevator, when I managed to be out roaming for my second bucket of ice cubes.

“Would you like to see my suite? If you fancy a drink?!” He invited me ever so kindly.

“So, I would assume that you are stuck here too?!”, as he poured the fancy bottle of Chardonnay, and handed me the glass.

I nodded as he stared at me cautiously. My black satin mid-dress was falling at the strap, exposing my pierced nipple.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I must admit, I was surprised he could still sustain an erection. When he entered my pussy, he grunted as if it had been forever since he engaged in a sexual experience. He came immediately. I returned to my hotel room and fucked myself with my rainbow-colored dildo continuously.

Day 12: Old Flame through Facetime

The entire US was under quarantine; so, it was quite normal to feel alienated from everyone. This free premium from Pornhub was not aiding my sex life. Instead, it had fueled me in pursuing anything sex related. My single acts of repetitive masturbation sessions made me yearn for wholehearted connections. I used this little all around “shutdown” to my advantage. I called up “daddy”, an old flame from my early college years.

“Daddy, I am so fucking horny and I want to eat up all your cum…” I whispered slowly.

Daddy redirected the call into a FaceTime call. I rampaged through my lingerie and found a matching set of black velvet undies and bra.

I answered the call. Daddy was flogging his dick at the camera.

“Cum for me babygirl. Spread those legs and show me how wet I make you!” he demanded.

He always had this immediate effect on me. I could still feel the arching of his dick and how it magically lit my G-spot on fire. The thought of it made me cum spontaneously. My thighs quivered as I managed to hold myself at an angle for him to see.

“Good girl. Now, taste it for daddy and pretend it’s our favorite little mixture!” I stared at him directly into the camera and obeyed.

He came after a few more hard strokes of his dick. His creamy jizz scattered all over his structured abs.

Day 18: Lovers across the Balcony

Time became a figment of my imagination…more than a ticking clock…it was obsolete. So, as I made my way to the balcony window to smoke what seemed like my 20th cigarette of that day. The sun was setting, and the deep red-orange hue hugged me all around. I glanced at the apartment complex across from the hotel establishment I was residing in. Miniature streaks of shady nude filled my eyesight, and I ran for my pair of binoculars.

The couple was immersed in sex play, and the man was fixated on eating his partner from behind. As she daintily hung from the opaque terrace, I could see her gripping the bars tightly; her climax was close.

Watching them made my body twitch and ache for pleasure. I rapidly jumped over my bed to look for my vibrator; The Aurora Vida, even the name sounds orgasmic. It was one of my top favorite toys, its curvature shape hit my G-spot enough for me to cum over and over. I relaxed on the patio couch as I slipped my thong down to my ankles and pursued to fuck myself. The full-bosomed woman mounted her partner who was lounging on the outside recliner, and he preceded by swirling her extended ponytail around his wrist. YANK! Each hair-pull made her jump ecstatically as pleasure consumed her face, and she leaped off to a face full facial. My pussy exploded while I was living vicariously through their passionate satisfaction.

Day 24: Lover at my Door

The scent of homemade Italian sauce filled my room as the pizza guy made his way to the entrance of my hotel door.

“Good afternoon! You had the vegetarian pizza and an order of garlic knots with extra sauce on the side?”

I stood there in pure astonishment at how cute he was with his shaggy black hair and deep blue eyes. Staring at him made me feel like I was swimming in the ocean that circled Cancun.

“Ma’am? That’s going to be a total of $21.78.” he said softly.

“Oh! Yess! Let me find my wallet! You can go ahead and step in, clearly, I have some digging to do in this mountain of mess. I apologize!” I replied to him with a sigh.

He closed the door and set the pizza on the desk table. He tugged on the gloves nervously-they encompassed his slender fingers perfectly. I had him just where I wanted.

“How about I just pay you with a little favor?!”

My gaze lured him in as I pulled him closely. He obliged and kissed me tenderly. My hands traced his broad-shoulders, and I gently grazed around his ribcage. He tried pushing away from me slightly, but I dominantly threw him on the bed. We stared at one another as I reached over pulling his shirt off. I gently trickled over the light pink scar tissue beneath his chest. It looked as if he was contemplating his next move…I made it for him.

Navy blue pants dropped down to the floor, and “A Do Not Disturb” sign hangs on the door.

I noticed his hip bones became visible over his boxers. The outline of the black strap-on made me gulp in anticipation. He tucked himself into me as I laid on all fours, and he continued to thrust into my movements. A cascade of small nibbles that magnified to bites filled my spine and collarbone area. I urged him to move forward as my legs began to vibrate from the uncontrolled pleasure…he plunged harder. An overwhelming intensity washed over me, as this hurricane rapidly rotated underneath me releasing a build-up of lingering emotions.
We drew one another in, and our smiles beamed from ear to ear.

A Month into Quarantine Lockdown:

As I lay half nude beneath my blanched sheets; I began reminiscing.

This time was needed to heal…

This time was needed to deal with issues not revolving around the outside world…

This escape was essential for the evolution engulfed within the environment…

These moments were necessary for my sexual liberation through these ultimate sensations…