Psychological Loser MindFuck 2 (720p)

Description: *custom clips,no names used you want to have more fun with me. i always get so excited just from seeing and hearing you, but you love to take my horny desperation out of control. i never have sex. no woman wants to fuck me. and you know how seeing you in your black bra and high-waisted panties with nude pantyhose almost makes it hard for me to breathe. you are far too classy and sexy for me. but it amuses you to see my excitement even when i know all i get is to watch, amuse, please by being humiliated. and it has always been like this. today you will remind me that i was a loser already when i got together with my first ever girlfriend. you see how i get embarrassed just from your mentioning her. to start with, i was 22 when i was with her. a virgin. at 22. and i was hoping so much, wanting so badly that i would lose my virginity with her. i waited and waited for us to have sex. all we did was kissing. she let me touch her breasts, even pull down her bra and lick her nipples a few times. but she never touched my dick, even through my pants. and one day, finally, at home in my bed, we were kissing, and it felt like the moment had come. she let me unzip her jeans, pull them down a bit, and i slipped my hand inside her white panties. when we kept kissing, my fingers found their way inside her pussy and started to finger her. she moaned. i was so excited. i could see her dark bush above the lace trim of the panties. i felt her warmth, her wetness. and she stopped moving and pulled my hand away. i imagined it was now my turn. i would finally get the chance to fuck. or at least she might jerk me off. i was hoping she would not think my dick was too small. but she left and went home. she never touched me. she had still not even seen my dick. i thought she would have felt all the time that i was so excited and horny, that i had a rock hard erection. so stupid. why would she feel my erection? my dick is small. there is no big obvious lump in my pants. after she left, i was alone again and so desperately horny. i could smell her on my fingers. i even licked my fingers to taste her. what could i do? you show me: what i always did – use my hand. i had to masturbate. she got to enjoy the fingering, i could only think about her, fantasize and masturbate. and on some level, this is how i realised and probably even started accepting that i am a pussy-free loser. i thought i made her cum with my fingers? she got pleasure but not me? you have news for me. she did not cum. i failed with my fingers, just as i have after that always failed with my little penis. she moaned to have it all over with. she moaned to end an awkward situation. she had of course already started to feel that i was a loser she did not want to fuck. and this was the evidence, the final straw. my pathetic fingering told her there was no sexual interest at all here. and how can we be sure about this? easy, because she called me and dumped me the day after. she said ‘our relationship had not evolved’. interesting. it had not evolved...right after she let me touch her pussy for the first time. she was turned off by my fumbling awkwardness, and dumped me.you smile and make me admit that when i jerked off after she left i had never been so turned on. i was so humiliated, so frustrated, so starved for sexual pleasure. i felt like a loser. but it felt so good when i masturbated. i came so hard thinking about her, despite the sting of her walking out on me. this must have been when i started accepting that i am a loser, and that my sex life will always be masturbation. i started understanding that i deserve to be mocked and humiliated for being such a loser. you will now rub this in properly. you know my little dick is hard from watching you in the lingerie and pantyhose and hearing you remind me of what i am. but we will use my painful experience from my first girlfriend for fun. you want me to open a picture of her and put on my screen next to you. you know the shame and humiliation has made my little dick hard. it is always li.mp if i am with a girl. but this way, when you humiliate me, i get erect. you tell me to put a condom on my dick. my masturbation should not be that pleasurable today. i don’t deserve it. i have to jerk in a small-size condom, which can at least stay on my dick. i now have to start masturbating exactly as you show me. i have to look at the picture of her and at you. when masturbating in the condom, i have to repeat after you out loud. i have to apologise to her for wasting her time those years ago. i have to apologise to her for even thinking that i would deserve to be with her. i have to thank her for dumping me. i have to thank her for helping to make me understand that i can only pay to amuse, to be humiliated and to masturbate. she is married today. you will now guide me to masturbate to a pathetic losergasm where i shoot my sperm in the condom. and i must look at you, repeat that i would never be worthy of a goddess like you, and imagine her being fucked by her husband. i have to visualise her pussy being filled by a big, hard dick, making her orgasm – not faking – and filling her with sperm. i have to thank you for letting me masturbate. you guide me to speed up, showing yet again how stupid and desperate i look jerking my little dick with three fingers, and give me permission to ejaculate into the condom. you laugh, loving my devotion and pathetic horny desperation. and you suspect i know what comes next. i have to thank you again for reminding me of what i am. you spit in my face and i have to thank you for that. and i have to empty the condom in my mouth and swallow my own sperm.