The Express Yourself chat room was always full of people wanting to get picked up or was doing the picking up. One night stands were easy to find here. No one went unfulfilled.

Tonight instead of being an observer, I wanted to participate. Mainly I would go into express yourself and pretend to be anyone I wanted. I’d create a name, a lifestyle and whatever it took to hook an interested party. When they chomped at the bit, I reeled them in and did phone sex or internet sex. It was safe and didn’t have any strings attached. I wasn’t addicted to it, but in the absence of a lover, my perversions served me well.

I had a few days off with nothing planned, so I logged on to see what was going on. The room wasn’t full, but it was loaded just enough to keep dialogue going. I was looking for someone with a picture so I posted a note. “Who’s looking for some fun?”

A second or two went by before responses started jumping on my screen. One respondent requested a private message which included his picture. He looked like a hot Latino about 30ish, and an upper body that looked strong as steel. I typed in text to say hi to the Antonio Banderas look-a-like, he asked if we could webcam each other.

“Sure,” I typed. I turned the little device on and aimed right at my brown eyes. I read somewhere that a good photographer when shooting portraits always shoots for the eyes. This was sure to be interesting.

“What kind of fun are you talking about?” The youthful stud asked.

“The kind you can’t tell mother about.”

“Are we going to meet?”

“Maybe later. But right now, I want to find someone else to join us.”

I went back to my other responses and began answering their questions. Some were more inquisitive than others, most got right to the point and asked to come over right then and there! But, no I wasn’t looking for someone to come over yet. I wanted to see how far they would go on camera first.

I chatted another 5 minutes then decided to go with an Indian looking girl. She was the most interesting and the most freaky.

“What do you do for fun?”

“I make my own fun.”

“How do you do that?”

“I have 4 wonderful fingers and a thumb that do a wonderful job.”

“You seem like a very resourceful person. Can you multi-task?”

“You mean like doing one thing well while doing a second thing equally as well?”

“You got it.”

I had to find out if she could handle two horny guys at the same time. If we clicked online, I would invite them over afterwards. My computer was running a program in the background doing an investigation of their character as we chatted. I had to be careful of the strangers I invited into my world. With my background in computer programming, I had developed a program that would allow me to run a full personal background check on a person as long as they remained on the live webcast.

The conference webcast linked us all together so that we could each see what the other was doing. It was going to be a stroke and pussy session. The one female we had was named Cinnamon and aptly so. Her smooth brown skin was a wonder. Even with full eyes and long eye lashes, she had a mysterious aura. I was going to enjoy poking this 25 year old grad student. The hot Latino had a screen name of Poppy. He was more willing than ever to stick his hot cock into a man or woman, it didn’t matter to Poppy. There was plenty of sex to go around in this world and he was going to get as much of it as he could.

After their info had downloaded into a folder, and I had confidence in the reports I got back, I invited them to my house. They, of course were more than willing.

The room was decorated smartly with throw pillows and candles. I wanted very little light so that we stayed turned on. Poppy made the first move when he saw Cinnamon. Turned on by her exotic good looks and sexy body, he instantly went to her and began kissing her. I liked Poppy’s tight ass, so I followed him and began caressing it like a smooth melon. He wore no underwear so accessing his jewels was easy. I stood there massaging his loins until I felt it shift position and point like a golden retriever. He was as hard as a rock with his 6 pack abs and small waistline. I wanted to ram him just to keep myself from going crazy.

Cinnamon’s skirt fell to the floor as Poppy pushed her onto the mattress. We were bohemians lost on an island as we violated every part of her body. We licked and sucked and tugged until Cinnamon gave in and screamed “fuck me!”

I wanted to continue to tease her, so Poppy and I started massaging each other’s cocks. He felt good in my hand as I felt all his nerve endings. He was ready to fuck me and I knew it.

I allowed him to ease it in while he filled me up. There was very little space for him to maneuver once inside, he was thick and long. My ass felt on fire as he pushed further into my deepness. Just the mere thought of fucking a stranger was both raunchy and damn sexy. It made my balls harden and cock straighten.

Cinnamon found her way to my previously ignored dick and began to give it the attention it deserved. Her lips felt sweet as it searched for a comfort zone between her and it. My cock had to be handled, it had experienced many lips, some good, some not so good, and it knew what it liked. Watching her lips, mouth and throat accommodate my cock was wild! I had her on auto pilot, while my body relaxed and enjoyed the ride. She was a true expert, wrapping her lashing tongue around my protruding member.

The teasing continued as Cinnamon brought me to the edge of climax and then took it back. I could feel the liquid began to travel down the length of my dick and then come to a screeching halt. It was a combination of Poppy fucking me, and Cinnamon sucking me. My body was trapped in a sexual paradise; there wasn’t any good feeling I wasn’t experiencing right now. Cinnamon’s pussy was wet and juicy. The smooth folds of her hot flesh led my fingers deeper into her depth. She was just big enough to stick four fingers inside her. Her inner muscles held my fingers tight, like they didn’t want to let them go, as I explored and explored her village. Once there, I pillaged and ransacked her clit and her hole. She came with a thunder. Her clit squirted at me, while her vagina collapsed and released a wash of cum up to my wrist.

Poppy was beginning to weaken. He no longer was able to control it as the damn had cracked. It started with a trickle of pre-ejaculate and then graduated to the head of the class of cum. His dick went wild in my ass, banging and slashing about. It was in, it was out. I couldn’t tell anymore as I begged for mercy from his maniac cock. Poppy held me like he was a bull rider. Each time my ass bucked, he stuck it in further. He knew he was expediting my own climax with his own thrusting and pushing. I needed to shoot it in Cinnamon’s mouth. I wanted to watch it run down the side of her face as she tried to lick it up. Not having to wait long, my wish came true; I watched her grope at my cumming dick try to keep up with my hot running lava.

Poppy was there, he had reached the promised land. His cum was explosive. He shot several loads into my waiting ass. It was as if he was backed up and needed to release ten pounds of juice. My hole couldn’t hold all he offered, so his juices ran down my leg like shower water. My dick felt good, thanks to Cinnamon, and I had Poppy to thank for the revitalization of my ass. He was skillful. The world needed hornier, sexually accomplished men like him. I would be certain to email him frequently. After our ménage a trois, we often IM’d one another. We never got back together after our initial encounter. We agreed the electricity and spontaneity would not be the same. That was a memory that would be treasured and stored in my sex archives. Just knowing they were available though, had its advantages.