0 comments/ 23354 views/ 3 favorites Phone Slut By: His girl His slave woke up early, the sun streamed through her bedroom window. It seemed to call her to get up, get moving and make the most of her day. She stretched, arching her back a bit as her feet pushed against the cat at the foot of the bed. Her naked body anticipated the phone call later; gently, one hand slide down between her legs and felt the smoothness. Her fingertips glided over the sensitive outer lips of her cunt, and she smiled as she knew today He promised He would let her be with Him, to please Him. That usually meant she would be allowed to cum with Him, He had always been generous with allowing her to seek release with Him. She thought of His cock pushing into her, slicing through her wetness and stretching her tight pussy. Fingers slid up to tease her nipples, feeling the soft, velvet skin of her tits. God, she just wanted to shove her fingers into the heat of her cunt, slide them up to fill and stretch the tight hole that belonged to Him. She knew He would not know, but as much as she needed to cum, she could not do that. The slave felt almost grumpy as she stroked slowly without entering the pussy. Her body lifted, begged to be fucked. She thought how she was always ready to fuck. She considered how she could be working and, suddenly, her tingling pussy reminded her that she needed to be filled and used. Pain lightly washed over her as she pinched a nipple. It was a subtle, caressing pain, not the sharp slice she longed for when with Him. Hands slid over the naked skin, feeling the warmth in the swells and hollows of her body. Rolling on one side, she allowed her fingers to dip between the full lips to brush against her needy clit. His girl sighed and thought of how He would use her later. Her body craved Him, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Him. Reluctantly, she withdrew her finger and lay still in the morning light, face turned to the window. Finally, she slid out of the rumpled bed, and pulled jeans and a t-shirt over her nakedness. The fabric teased her naked, rounded breasts. Already, her nipples throbbed for His touch. Quickly, she brushed her teeth and braided her hair into one braid, then moved to the kitchen and made a strong, first cup of coffee. His girl carried the cup to the computer and tucked one leg under her as she worked silently in her journal. Hazel eyes looked to the lower right corner of her computer monitor, and, impatiently, kept track of the time. The seam of her jeans teased her. If she moved subtly she could feel it press to her clit, as if a rope was pressing between her hot thighs to rub between her parted lips. How often had she thought of that? How often had she wondered if He would bind her under her clothes? It seemed her mind just drifted to thoughts like that now. At 9:00, she mentally pictured Him still sound asleep as dawn got ready to break. 5:00 for Him. Would He pull a rope into her pussy, up around her tits, binding them securely to remind her of His Ownership? Would He dress her in a loose dress to take her out in public, knowing as she walked the ropes rubbed her and tortured her? She considered how her thoughts had changed since they had met. Her was mind opened to how He would use her. At 10:00, she counted backwards. 6:00 for Him. The slave felt an ache of need that swept over her. Her mind continued to drift as she felt Him gag her. He lifted her hair and tied the gag under the long, dark strands as her lips touched the fabric between them. Her tongue felt the obstruction and slid over it. At 11:00, she looked up from her work and stretched. Her breasts pushed against the cotton shirt, nipples hardened at the thought of His touch. She closed her eyes and reached for the phone; then pulled out her calling card and dialed. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Uh oh. Suddenly, she remembered. It is Saturday there. It is His ‘sleep in’ day. His slave held her breath, and waited for His voice. The phone rang on and she was caught. She could not hang up in case, He was moving to get it. She wanted to disconnect before He woke. Then a voice came on the line, but it was not His. The recording told her that He was unavailable and she sighed in silent relief as she placed the phone back in its rest, and made another coffee. For an hour she worked. Thoughts kept racing around her head. Would He ever command her be with another? Another woman? Another Man? Would she like it? Did she want that? Questions of the unknown and undiscovered filled her. She thought of asking Him, but knew He would say, “If it pleases Me.” Sometimes, the answer made her want to her scream as she wondered how she was supposed to know things, to learn. In fairness though, she knew He told her these things in His own time. She looked longingly at the phone, and picked it up. Quickly, she pushed the buttons. Twice the phone rang. She smiled as she heard His voice; the voice of her Master, her Owner. She felt the continuous smile and heard her laughter as they spoke. Soft words traveled thousands of miles to discuss the daily pieces of their lives. She made a third cup of coffee and curled up in a chair as she listened to Him speak of business and what He had accomplished. The girl knew she was proud of Him; just as she knew she loved Him. She spoke of things she wrote and read; she asked for permission to spend time with a friend the next day. It had become easier to ask, as if each time His permission became more a part of her. She knew she had grown to rely on His consent, and she relaxed in that knowledge. As they spoke, her voice got husky and soft. Her body leaned back, legs stretching under her desk. Eyes closed as she asked Him to fuck her. His voice deepened as He refused her. “Whore bitch,” He uttered. She heard His desire. “What are you wearing, slut,” He asked. Quietly, His girl answered, “Jeans and t-shirt, my Master. No shoes, no underwear.” His voice, alone, teased her and stirred her desires. She felt as if she was an ember, one small coal. One small coal that burns to the touch. One small coal that can start a raging forest fire. He excited her with His words and voice. Words like “bitch, whore, slut, and cunt” wrapped around her as His voice deepened with His desire. His voice commanded her and drove her need higher. “Master, please fuck me,” she began to beg, “please, fuck Your whore.” Her legs parted as her hips lifted from the chair. He seemed to see her as He denied her what she desired. His cock. She felt the need rise higher as if a fever consumed her. “Get your toy, whore.” He said. She reached beside her and replied it was here in her hand. His voice was stern, demanding as He commanded her to push her jeans to her knees and hold the cock to her bare lips. She quickly complied, the jeans catching as if intended to be a restraint to tease her even more. The cock pushed to her outer lips, and she felt the wetness stirring in her hot pussy. The pussy He owned. As if she ever forgot that. She breathed into the phone, filling the air waves with her need. Soft whimpers, moans, and breathy words were sent to Him. Her body was ready to be used. He forgot nothing as He asked if her nipples were hard; she told Him how they pressed from the shirt. As she looked at them, they seemed to jut from the fabric. “Drive it in fast and hard, bitch.” He demanded. She felt the wetness of her cunt and pushed the toy, His cock, into her heat. It filled her. He filled her. “Slowly, move it in and out,” her Master ordered. Oh, God. She wanted Him as she heard Him and could feel Him. She knew He would use her hard today. There was time for Him to take His time and enjoy the slave He owned. Rocking her body, she felt the cock sliding in and out. She gasped as He fucked her; His words teased her and drove her. The slut arched and thrust to Him. He could hear the wet fucking without her lowering the phone to the fucked pussy. “Whore bitch,” He growled in her ear. Quickly, she was brought almost to climax. The slut begged Him to take her, to allow her to cum. She begged for His cum to cover her face as He told her to cum hard and fast. “Cum, bitch,” He almost barked at her as she cried out. Waves rode over her as she slammed onto Him. Now one with Him, no longer was it a ‘toy’ deep in the cunt He owned. It was Him. It was His cock that rammed into the body He owned. Gasping and moaning, she felt her Master give her intensity. She smelled the wet cream that covered His cock. Hot, wetness streamed over the hard cock as the cunt, itself, almost steamed. The slut fell back as she fucked Him. Her body still moved on Him, and she begged Him for His cum. She longed to feel it spurt over her face, and into her hair. She longed to wear it, that dried spunk of His, all day. Suddenly, she heard Him. Faster, she moved on Him, begging again to cum with the Master who owned her. “Get ready, bitch,” He demanded and she cried out she was ready. “Please, Master. Please, may I cum with You?” her cries filled the room. “Cum, whore,” He commanded. Her Master allowed her release as He pulled His cock from her and sprayed hot seed over her face and into her hair. She felt the warmth slide over her lips and across her cheeks. Ropes of cum created a lace pattern on her raised face. Falling back, she murmured her thanks to Him as His cock pushed back deeply into her hot snatch. He was not done. Quietly, He told her to pull up her jeans, keeping His cock in her. With no question, His girl complied. Her hips rose as she pulled them over her ass and buttoned them. she could smell the scent of her hot wet cream on her thighs. He told her to get up and, keeping the cock inside her, go outside to her garden. As she moved, He instructed her to move to the most private spot among her plants. She felt the sun’s warmth as she moved across the warm soil in her bare feet. “Where are you, bitch?” He asked. She answered that she was in a private part of her garden, among the plants. His voice was almost a whisper as He ordered her to piss in her jeans, to simply release and feel the hot wetness wet her. she closed her eyes, and immediately released a stream she was not aware even was ready to come out. She felt the heat and stream wet her thighs and she opened her eyes. Her jeans showed the dark stain at the crotch, which grew as the legs of the denim darkened. “Oh my Master, it is running out the bottom of my pant legs,” she whispered. “It is hot and I can smell the piss, Master,” she moaned into the phone. The heat of the sun complimented the heat of her drenched cunt. The wet denim, though, cooled quickly. As her Owner talked to her, she moved aimlessly toward her Honda Civic. He asked her how she felt, and she could only say that she felt totally owned. She thought how much she longed to be with Him, how He consumed her. Gently, she leaned against the back fender of her car, and remembered how He had said He would take her wherever it pleased Him, whenever it pleased Him. “Go into the house, slut.” He told her. “Please, Master,” she begged, “please, take me as I bend over my car. Please, fuck me here, Master.” His voice was almost cold as He told her to kneel. She dropped into the dirt of her parking space, thighs parting wide. She inhaled the acrid scent of her piss, as she pushed one cheek to the heat of the fender. She told Him. “Master, I can smell my piss. My cheek is pressed to the car. Please, Master, please fuck Your girl,” the slave begged of her need. He ordered her, commanded her, to push her jeans down and fuck that cunt again. She could not obey Him fast enough, and she slammed the cock in and out. It was always His cock. She moaned her desires as she fucked her Master. Her ass moved up into the air as she felt the sun on it, and she begged to lift her shirt and press her bare tits to the warmth of the car. He allowed it. She wished to take her shirt off, but He denied her and told her to press her tits to the car. The slut fucked faster, bucking on the cock. She knelt in the dirt and thought how she was His pet. “Please, Master,” she could only whimper. “Please, what, slut.” His voice barked. All she could say was His name again and again. Master. Then again more softly. Master. Then louder and more urgently. Master. He consumed her. She knelt, piss covered in the dirt, as she slammed on His cock. Oh, God, Master. Her words ran together as she begged to cum again. She could tell she made no sense any longer, but the need consumed her and filled her. Finally, she heard Him, almost impatiently, tell her to pull cock out. The slut did it immediately, almost in tears and held the wet cock in her hand. “Suck it, bitch.” He ordered. She knelt in the sun, leaning still against the car and slid the cock into her mouth. She tasted cum and piss, tongue eagerly licking it off His cock. Deeper, she thrust it. Her throat opened as she drooled and moaned on His cock. She held the phone to her mouth, and showed her Master how happy she was to clean Him. Her throat relaxed as she pushed the cock into it. The whore was aware how greedy she sounded as she gagged and choked on His cock. She slid it out and rubbed it on her face as she begged to cum. “Suck, slut,” He responded. Again, she adored His cock with her lips, tongue and mouth. The slut was covered in piss, dirt and cum as she let her head fall back and she took even more of His hard cock deeper. She heard Him talking as if under water. She felt as if she was one nerve ending. She smelled her urine, and gulped at Him. “Whore,” He demanded, “put that cock in your ass.” She moaned and softly begged ‘no’. “Do it.” He responded, “do it now, bitch.” She held the cock behind her, lowering her ass on it, sobbing as it penetrated her. she sobbed how she hated this, how it hurt. “You love the pain, slut,” He answered. “Don’t you?” “Yes, Master,” she cried out. She knew He was right, but, oh she hated to fuck her own ass. Moaning and begging to stop, she pushed it in deeper, feeling the shaft enter the tight asshole. She felt the pain sear her. “I am a mess, Master.” she moaned. “My piss covers me and I am covered in cum. Please, Master, may I go inside?” “Yes, slut,” He responded. She cried out and begged to take the cock out. “Take it out and pull up your pants. Go into your house.” He instructed. “May I lie on my bed, Master? May I take my jeans off?,” she begged Him. His response was for her to get naked and get on her bed. She pulled her jeans off as she crossed the room to her bed, then tugged her shirt off over her head. His whore lay on the bed, legs wide. He commanded her to spread them wider. She felt her thighs strain as she pushed them wider apart. “Wider,” He barked. She felt an ache as she stretched them even wider. She felt the flannel sheets beneath her ass, as her pussy raised high to Him. He slammed His cock into her, almost raping her as He lunged and pushed it deep. She cried out and fucked Him with urgency. They slammed into each other, moving fast and hard. She could hear His cock moving in and out. She cried out and fucked like the whore she was, and is. She moved under Him, knowing the reason for her existence. It took little time for Him to thrust faster, His cock plunging and filling her. she could feel it throb as He bucked. “Now, my whore,” He prepared her. “Are you ready?” “Yes, Master,” she moved under Him feeling His cock auguring in her as He commanded her to release. Together, they moaned and murmured as they came. He called out to His slut. He called her the endearments she longed for. Whore bitch. Slut. Whore. Cunt. The words that mark her as His. His slave fell back after she rose up to Him in passion. Her cries filled the room as she ‘came down’ from the heights He lifted her to. She lay in the blankets, face pressed to the pillow as she softly wailed. Never had she felt so lonely. But then she heard it. She felt them. His arms wrapped around her, as His voice caressed her. He held her, loved her and she was home in as she lay against Him. Phone Slut Phone Slut by A Proper Wench with thanks to Zack for inspiration and Mr. Olson for his kind words and careful editing. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (19 min/mp3) * * * * * "What are you doing?" My chest tightened, and my thighs contracted at the sound of Rick's voice. "Nothing," which wasn't true. Prior to his phone call, I'd been studying about black holes (size of a period, mass of a galaxy, and lots of gravitational pull). The quiz was in two hours. "Spread your legs, slut." With a dejected look towards my astronomy textbook, I spread my legs, scraping my nails up my jeans. "You forgot your manners, slave." "I'm sorry, Sir," "Slap your ass, bitch." I rose slightly off my chair, and gave my ass a sharp "thwack". "That was good, slave." "Thank you," I said, smiling because of his arrogance and my pain. "You're going to take some photos for me slut." I cast a guilty glance at my homework and then took out my camera. I could always make up the quiz some other day. What do black holes have to do with anything anyway? "I want to see you in your clothes first." I looked down at my jeans and wrinkled t-shirt, knowing that they would disappoint. "One second, Sir," I said while changing into a tight pink tank top. He'd never know. I walked to the mirror and took the elastic out of my hair, allowing my long dark hair to cascade down my back. "What's taking you so long bitch?" "I'm sorry sir, just getting some shots." To soften him up I added, "Would you like me to send them to you now?" "Yes, slut." I stretched my arms above my head, thrusting my chest forward and arching my back. My large breasts pressed against the rosy tank top, making my nipples blatantly obvious. I pointed the camera at the mirror and took a few pictures. Walking over to the computer, I noticed that my hands were trembling, my whole body in fact. I looked over to the window, but it was shut. The man was having an effect on me. My nipples were painfully hard so I teased them to relieve the pressure. "Are you touching yourself slut?" I hesitated, uncertain of what the right response was, and then said, "Yes. I was touching my breasts, Sir." "While I was waiting? Slap your tits." Though my hand seemed to resist what I was willing it to do, I slapped my breasts, first one and then the other. Sharp heat emanated outward from each breast. "Slap your pussy too, bitch." I brought my hand before my crotch, biting my lips together, and quickly swatted my pussy. The seam of my jeans hit my clit hard. Pangs of pain and desire echoed along my body. I had to brace myself so as not to scream. "Again." The second time, I screamed. Someone even knocked against the wall. Living in a dorm sucks sometimes. "Good slut. When I fuck you, you're going to cry like that." "I don't meet. It's a rule." "But you want to, don't you? You want to feel my balls slapping against your pussy. You want me pulling your hair and slapping your ass, don't you?" "Yes, Sir." "I'm going to fuck you. You know that?" "Yes Sir," I said with a sinking feeling that I was uttering the truth. "And I'm going to make you scream." "I'm looking forward to it." "You won't be when I'm done with you." I groaned, irritated, turned on, and just a bit spooked. I wondered, suddenly, where fantasy ended and reality began. I didn't know anything about Rick. He'd answered an ad that I'd posted on a personals site for phone sex. He was good enough to make me break another rule that I have, never talk to the same guy twice or as it was in Rick's case, thrice. "Would you like to touch your pussy?" "Yes, please," I begged. "Send me a picture first." "Yes Sir." I listened to him stroking his cock, as I sent the photo. "I'd love to kneel in between you legs and lick you cock, Sir." "Then get your ass over here." I tried to tabulate the danger against my desire. Remained quiet. "Fucking tease! You're going to be so sore when I'm done with you. And where are my photos?" "Sent." "I'm displeased. These are totally conservative. I thought you were a slut." "Sorry Sir." "You're going to be punished. I want better pictures." I walked to the mirror, lifted my pink tank-top to reveal my belly button, and took a photo, imagining that I would strip for him photo by photo. "Slap your ass. I want a photo of your ass- nice and red." There went that plan. I let my jeans and panties fall to my ankles. "Left or right cheek?" "Right." I slapped my ass. In the mirror, I could see a red hand print forming on my butt. I took a photo. My legs were shaking so much I was pretty certain the pictures would come out blurry. "Got it." "Send it over." I kicked off my pants, walked to my desk, and started uploading the files onto my computer. The images showed my face and my ass. Both were red. This was serious blackmail material. "Are you fingering your pussy slut?" "No sir, I was sending the pictures." "Spread your pussy lips." I touched my clit. It sent a shock coursing to my nipples and my neck. I scraped my nails down my neck, and slipped a finger between my pussy lips. I was soaking wet. "I want to hear you moan," he said. I rubbed my clit vigorously, roughly, forcing a moan from my lips. "Now, pinch your nipple slut. Do it hard, just the way I would. Make it hurt." I pulled and twisted my nipples, until a sound that was half moan and half cry forced itself out of my mouth. "You forgot to say 'Yes, Sir' again. Slap your tits." I slapped them hard, imagining his hand. The force made my whole body throb. I yearned to get fucked and stretched. I touched my pulsing clit. "Where's my picture?" "Sorry Sir, I was just touching my pussy." "How about with your other hand?" "Holding the phone." "Shit! Don't you have a speaker phone?" I wanted to say 'but the people next door might hear', but instead I said, "You're on speaker phone. Picture sent." "Good slut. I'm pleased." "May I have a picture?" I dared. "Not now." I bit my lip in frustration, and rubbed my clit furiously. I looked at the only photo he'd sent to me. He was in the bathroom and taking a photo of himself in the mirror. I could see him from the hips up. He wore a white undershirt that highlighted his lean body and muscular arms. In the photo, he was laughing and his eyes were full of mischief. He had a blond unruly 'fro and a wide jaw line. Sexy as hell and the bastard knew it. "Get your dildo." "Which one?" "Which kinds do you have?" "Well there's the long black one; it looks like a screw and it's, like, the size of my arm. I got a bit greedy with that one. There's a thick red one and a little blue one. I also have nipple clamps, a vibrator, and of course lube." "Take a photo of all your toys." "Yes sir." I took a shot of myself sitting behind my collection of toys in front of the mirror. "Got it." "Take your small dildo and put it in your ass. I want to see it." "Can I get some lube?" "No. Slide it into your pussy to wet it." I touched my pussy and found that it was truly soaked. The little dildo slipped in easily. It did feel good to have something inside of me though I wanted more. I slid it in and out a few times, noticing how it rubbed against the walls of pussy and sent sparks of electricity surging up my body. I rubbed my clit and listened to him stroking his dick. I was dying. "Please," I begged him. "Please what?" "Let me cum." "Not yet. Take a photo of yourself." Through the viewfinder, I watched my breasts rising and falling rapidly. I pressed the clicker. "Let me hear you." I held the phone to my pussy. With my left hand, I slammed the toy in and out of me. When I brought the receiver back to my ear, Rick was breathing raggedly. "Fuck I want to pound that pussy. Suck on that dildo. I'd shove my cock in your mouth now. I want to hear you." I licked my own juices from the tip of the dildo noisily, and then pushed the dildo in as far as I could, that is until I started to gag. "Fucking slut!" "You like that?" I teased. "Don't tease me. Slide a finger in your ass for that." I turned over, so that my chest was facing the floor and my ass was in the air. I ran my finger over my pussy to moisten it, and then pressed it against my asshole. Slowly, I pushed it inside. "Ow!" "Imagine it's me, slut. And you know my dick would hurt a lot more." I imagined Rick behind me, aiming his dick straight into my ass. I pushed the finger in further. The pain was as sharp as needles. I cried out. He groaned. Bastard likes my pain. "Want to hear how hard you're making me?" Anger melted into need. "Please," I begged, "Please let me hear you stroke your cock for me, Sir." As I listened to him, I imagined him inside of me, and a nervous energy, half pleasure and half torture entered my pussy. I slid my finger further into my ass. The pain died down. Soon enough, I was gingerly finger-fucking my ass and feeling really good. "That's enough Carina. Put the dildo in." "Yes sir," I said, feeling annoyed and a bit anxious. I took my finger out, and slowly pushed the little blue dildo, the one that I'd sucked on, into my ass. It felt like it was tearing my body in two. "It hurts." "You like it that way." I pushed it in further, and it hurt even more. I yelped. "I don't think,-" "Keep going, slut." "No, I,-" I was about to say "can't", but the dildo suddenly slipped in. Groaning, I started pulling it out slowly. "Ooh! It hurts. I fucking hate you." "You love me dirty ass slut." I remained silent, knowing that, at the moment this was also true, which was extremely annoying. The pain started to recede, and the toy slid in easier. My ass started to feel oddly tingly, and I let out a little moan. "You like that now?" "mmm." "You're going to thank me?" "uh uh." "You want a spanking don't you?" "No, please," I said, whilst grinning because, of course, I did. "Slap your ass five times hard, and thank me after each time." "Aah! Thank you" "Thank you for what? Do it again." "Thank you for making me slap my ass, Sir. Ow!" "You're welcome. Now do it again." "Ow. Thank you sir, for uh, slapping my ass." The pain made it hard to concentrate. "Again." "Thank you -oh fuck sir. My ass hurts. Now, it feels good. Mmm. Thank you for punishing me" "Sluty, slut slut you just made my cock twitch. You like being my little slut, don't you?" "Yes Sir. Now slap your ass once more." "Ugh. Fuck! Thank you sir." "Now take a photo of yourself, slut, and I want a close up of your stretched out asshole." That's not so easy, when you're on all fours with a dildo inside of you, but I did it by twisting and turning, groaning and moaning all the while. "Got it." "Did you take a close up?" "Yes Sir." "Very good, slut. Fuck! I want to bust a nut inside of you. You want that?" "Yes Sir." "You want me to fill your pussy with cream?" "Oh God, Sir. Yes!" "Then put your biggest dildo in your pussy." "May I rub my clit Sir, first?" "Yes slut." Holding the blue dildo inside my ass, I turned over onto my back and started playing with my pussy. In the mirror, I could see how swollen and engorged my pussy lips were. I rubbed the spot just above my clit with my thumb and forefinger, making myself nice and wet. Then I picked up my big black screw-shaped dildo and rubbed it up and down my pussy lips. I pushed the tip of the dildo slowly inside my pussy. "Oh God, Rick! It feels so good. I wish this was you." "Me too. Don't put all of it in. I want you to fuck yourself just with the tip for now, and rub your clit." Following his instructions, made my pussy squirt. I couldn't really help sticking the dildo as far as it would go. It was really all his fault anyway. However, my whimpers tipped him off. "Slut! You disobeyed me. Take the dildo out and slap your pussy. I want to hear." I lay the receiver on my thigh and smacked my pussy. We both groaned. "Fuck yourself with that dildo now. You're going to make me cum." I slid the dildo into my pussy, and slowly started fucking myself with the toy. The black dildo would rub against the little blue dildo that was wedged inside my ass. The friction was unbearable. Of my own volition, I smacked my breasts. "Yes slut, slap your tits and pull on your nipples. Fuck. Rub your clit harder. I'm going to cum." Over the speaker phone, I could hear flesh colliding with flesh. I plucked my clit over and over again, and thrust the dildo in and out of me. "Cum!" I sped up my thrusts and grabbed my nipples. My body shook, electricity radiated out of my pussy, and my armpits grew sweaty. " Fuck! Rick! I..." "Cum for me baby. I want to hear you cum. I'm so close." And I did: pussy spasming, heart drumming, and my body expanding and contracting in time with the universe. Rick let out a cry. As my breathing slowed, I yearned to rest my head on his chest, my sweaty limbs intertwined with him. I imagined his arm holding me close to him. For a moment, I wished he was more than a phone fuck. "I feel amazing. Thank you." "Mmm. Fuck. I came all over the place. Carina-" "What?" "You should be here cleaning me up." "Mmm. I'd lick your balls. Twist my tongue all around your shaft and roll it around your head. I'd lick you all up." "Fuck! I want you." For a moment we were silent. Then I saw the clock. My class was going to start in ten minutes. "Oh shit. I'm late for Astronomy." "When you're in class, imagine me fucking you over a desk. Then I'd make you suck off all of my cum in front of the entire class." "Thanks. I just might, though it won't help me on my quiz." "Nonsense. Think of it as meditation to calm your nerves. Bye, sluty, slut slut." "Talk to you soon." "You mean see you soon, don't you?" "Yeah," adding after a pause, "I actually do." "And don't you dare forget to send me the photos after class. Or you know what'll happen." "Yeah. I'm looking forward to it." "Bye, Carina." "Bye, Rick."