2 comments/ 19522 views/ 4 favorites Phone Etiquette By: SeductionMaster Home alone on a Saturday night, not where you had hoped to be. With your girlfriend away with her family for the weekend, you had hoped more was going on outside your relationship to give you something to do with this alone time. But alas, everyone else was off doing their own thing, leaving you with an empty house, and nothing to do. After a small, quick dinner, you notice the time, only 8:00 p.m. You take a quick shower to freshen up, hoping it would give you the incentive to go out on your own and find the fun that you're searching for. But after emerging from the bath and throwing on the first thing you find, you find yourself not clad in out-on-the town attire, but rather an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, sleep clothes. With the future of your Saturday night all but decided, you sit in front the television, sprawled out on the sofa, flipping endlessly through channels hoping to find something to catch your interest, until you notice you have been going through these stations three times over. With an exhausted sigh, you drop the remote and contemplate going to bed, calling it a very early and disappointing night. The TV goes off, as does the parlor light and you make your way to the bedroom, turning on the small bedside lamp and jumping onto the bed. You sit there for a moment, running a brush through your long golden locks. Quick passing glances at yourself in the mirror on the far wall next to you. Then you see it. You laptop sitting on the table across the room. Nothing going on here, nor on TV, why not see what cyberspace has to offer. You leap for the laptop, plug in your Internet connection, and power it up. As your computer powers up, you head to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine and some snacks, hoping you'd be there for a while. You close the door as you make your way back into your room, and settle yourself in on the bed with your laptop glowing eagerly in front of you. The Internet, an endless trove of knowledge, information, shopping, and porn. You decide to see what this vast database of information has to offer you on this night. Newsgroups, auctions, e-shops, articles all warrant your attention on this uneventful night. And your surfing of your regular sites comes to an end very quickly, as you find yourself staring at google.com for what seems like an eternity. Porn, comprises a surprisingly high percentage of Internet websites, and is viewed regularly on a daily basis, why not, you think to yourself. But you are not really in the mood for looking at pictures, or watching videos, you need something more intimate, chat. Almost unconsciously you fingers type in the address bar, www.chatropolis.com, and immediately you are taken there. Normally you do not visit this site without your girlfriend, as you do not know much people there, and are mostly turned off by sleazy guys, just looking for a quick, nasty session with any person who logs into a room with a female name, so you log into your girlfriend's private room, accessible only If you know the exact URL, which you do. And the surprise hits you when you see the text at the top of the window, "There are 1 User(s) in this room". Quickly you dress yourself in the most provocative avatar you have, thinking you know who it is in the room if it cannot be your lover, and log hastily into the room. As the page loads, you see his name pop onto the screen, it is him, SM. Surprised to see you log into the room, he posts to you, "Hey Ash! What are you doing on?" "Nothing to do tonight, home alone and Kay's away. What're you doing here?" You reply. "Ah, me? I'm just testing some new avatars, just like you, I'm home alone with shit to do, good to see you though!" "Thanks, you too." You post. Relieved you finally have something to do, and someone to talk to, you really settle into the moment now, and pour yourself another glass of wine. You have chatted with Jay many times before, and felt very comfortable with him, known as SM in the cyber world, he also is Kay's virtual lover, as you met him through her. The two of you chat for a while, exchanging pleasantries and the occasional flirtatious posts, and you watch as he posts avatar after avatar that he spent the evening making. Some for him, made up of couples engaged in the act of sex, not very dirty, but sensual in nature, hence his handle SM or Seduction Master. Some made up for his virtual love, made out of pictures of seductive brunettes in provocative poses. Then come the blonde pictures with nudity suggested, but not apparent. "These are yours Ash." He posts you. You watch as avatar after avatar scrolls by on your window, eyes transfixed on the screen as images of lovely blonde women, partially nude, and also in very provocative poses scroll by. "They're awesome Jay, thank you, I'll download them now." You reply. He tells you he's glad you like them. Suddenly, the idea of looking at porn doesn't seem so inappropriate. "Can you post more pictures in the room? Pictures that aren't avatars?" You ask. "Sure I can. What kind of pics you wanna see?" He replies. "Hmmm, let's see. I wanna see sexual pictures, pictures of a woman getting used by a man, getting fucked and fucked good." You reply, almost astonished by your brazenness, and forwardness, not realizing you had gotten that aroused. "I think I can help you there girly, hang on one second." He says, as you wiggle about on your bed, eager to see what he is going to show you. You are now into your third glass of wine and feeling the effects quite profoundly, quite possibly where your courage to ask such a thing came from. After a few moments the screen scrolls, and you see his post asking if you are ready, he proceeds to tell you that these pictures will tell a story, from beginning to end, and he hopes you enjoy it. Without typing you say to yourself, "I'm sure I will." Then it happens, the pictures come fast, in succession, with small descriptions accompanying them. A professionally done picture of a blonde woman sitting on a chair, facing a man's bare torso, yet facing the camera appears, her hands spread nicely across his tight abs, and a look of pure hunger etched into her appearance. "She prepares him for her taking" reads his caption. Your eyes lock to the image, fixed on her hands upon him, trying to discern what is going through her head, and what she is about to do to him. You do not have to wait long to find out. The next image startles you, one of the blonde with this stud's cock in her mouth, lips wrapped elegantly around the midsection of his shaft. "Her inhibitions abandoned she removes him, and does what she had wanted to from the start." You continue to stare, mouth almost watering, eyes fixed on this man's thick cock being devoured by this woman's mouth. As you stare, you realize that your lesbian tendencies have all but been abandoned. Normally you are not intrigued by sex between a man and a woman, yet you had asked for it. Perhaps it was the one delivering this scenario to your senses, perhaps it was a weird mood you were in from the start of the night, either way, these images were exciting you, and you knew you wanted more. Now, the blonde has her head cocked back, long flowing golden strands laying neatly down her silken back, as her possession of this man's cock continues, resting comfortably between the valley of her breasts, pure lust still emblazoned on her face as the caption he writes reads "She was excited to have his cock in her mouth, yet she knew she wanted more, much more from him." "Much more indeed." You say to yourself, hungry for more, and amazed that SM was doing this for you. The blonde is now bent over this man's shoulder, who is now sitting in the same chair she once occupied to suck her heart's delight away on him. His hands grasps her cheeks, spreading them slightly to reveal her pink, as his mouth opens to have a sample of her delectable skin. "She yearned to be pleased by him, giving up her body to him to do as he pleased with her." You knew it was coming, you could feel the excitement building within you, your body reacting to this excitement. Heat building within you, juices starting to churn, the effects of the wine hitting harder and harder, yet you pour another glass and type to him, "I love these pics, more." The stud is laid back in the chair now, his blonde slut poised over him, straddling his thighs, one hand positioned on his cock, while her mouth works its magic on his nipple. The look of delight on his face is apparent. "The heated exchange between these two lovers was about to culminate, they were going to become one, and show each other new heights of pleasure." The caption reads. His words echoed in your ear, non-verbal, yet you could hear him saying it. Then your curiosity peaked, reaching new heights, you began to wonder "How does his voice sound? Kay always goes off about how sexy he sounds, and how awesome he is on the phone, I wonder." The leggy blonde stands before her man, poised behind her with his cock barely penetrating her from behind, yet easing its way into her slowly, as a grin breaks her face, and her pleasure begins. "He was finally inside her, filling her, fucking her." The images came faster, sending your senses to heights greater than you had known. Your senses reeled, your arousal at new levels, heat becoming unbearable, you squirm on your bed, and your hand begins to run down your cheek, over your lips, as you slide a finger into your mouth, biting the tip gently. The next picture fins the woman lying on her stomach, her pleaser behind herm his face buried neatly between her ass cheeks. Accompanying this picture reads "She was wet with anticipation to be taken by him, eager to be had, and yearning to feel it all." His words seem to speak directly into your mind, echoing almost exactly what you are thinking, wondering. You are surprised at your arousal for this man, as normally you are not intrigued by men, but something was different, about this time, or this man, was uncertain. Still on her belly, her lover now mounts her from behind, his cock prodding into her from behind again as she takes him in willingly, eagerly. A look of absolute pleasure drawn into her expression. "She was being ravaged, fucked like she had yearned to be fucked, insatiable, and wanting more." "Yesss, more." You hiss at your computer screen. The blonde now sits in his lap, back arched so far backwards, her full breasts jutting out to him as his tongue slithers up between her cleavage. This pic reads"The climax was nearing, she could feel it in him, and he could feel it in her." His words bore holes into your very being, exposing the excitement within you from your next post to him. "Oh god, you have no idea what you're doing to me." You type. "Believe me, I think I do." The reply appears on the screen in no time. From behind again now, apparently this woman's favorite way to be fucked, on her knees, her lover taking her from behind, deeper, their bodies wetter with passion as her back arches again in unbridled lust. "The pace quickens, positions switched, preparing for the climactic end of this torrid session." You have no words; you lie there on your bed, staring the computer screen down, legs writhing against one another, feeling the heightened arousal starting to flow. The next picture shows you he is standing over her, a point of view shot of him watching as she takes his cock in her hand, stroking him to climax as the first streams of his prize falls to her face. It reads "In a swift motion he turns, gracing her with his seed, blessing her with what she had been begging for from the beginning." A soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel a twinge between your legs. An electric current traverses your body from your lips to your crotch. Your eyes gaze intently at the sight of this stud stroking himself off to this blonde goddess knelt before him. The final picture he posts you is an aftermath shot of this blonde's beautiful face painted torridly with his love juice, white globs of cum drizzle down her lips, onto her tits, and the look of satisfaction mixed awkwardly with the hunger for more in her eyes. "Satisfaction, hunger appeased, thirst quenched, for now." You stare, surprised by the arousal that those pictures created in within you. More than you had hoped for or expected. Speechless for a moment, gathering your thoughts, your words, when his next post appears, "Wow, that even turned me on. What'd you think?" It takes a moment before you respond, trying desperately to find the words appropriate to the situation. You type a few lines, delete them, type again, and then delete, not sure how to word what it is you are feeling. "Amazing. That turned me on so." You write simplistically. Cursing yourself soon after as you had hoped to say so much more. "Glad you liked it." He says, before giving you a "be right back" message. You wonder why he had to go away from the keyboard. Your imagination runs wild, "did he go to get cleaned up", "did he go to smoke a cigarette?", "did he go to get cleaned up, then have a cigarette?" Either way, you hope he hurries back to the keyboard, and before you know it, his next post appears. "Sorry, needed a cig after that, lol." You read. "Ah, I thought you had to wipe yourself off." You joke, partially hoping you were right as the images of the act dance through your head. "Nah, that comes later." He replies. A reply which gets your mind going again. Your chat with him continues, playfully flirting, suggestive posts, and recapping the picture story you just had, trying desperately to get the message across how aroused it made you, unaware that he already knew. And as the posts get more and more suggestive, you decide to make your move, figuring it's now or never. "Jay, Kay says you're unbelievable on the phone, have you had a lot of phone sex in the past?" You ask. You can tell by the delay in his response that he is taken by this question. He proceeds to tell you that before her, he has only had phone sex with one other person, and with that person, only twice. You find it hard to believe that after such rave reviews from your girl, that he only did it so many times. And then, the wine speaks up. "I've never really had phone sex, except with Kay. Maybe one day you can show me what its like?" You brazenly ask him. "Eh? You wanna phone me? Why? "He replies, an air of uncertainty in his type. "Just cuz, I heard so much about it from Kay, and she wouldn't lie, when something turns her on, she raves about it. But if you don't want to..." "It's not that, its just that was somewhat of a surprise that's all. I mean, we've never even cybered one on one before." He says, almost sounding like he's not taking the bait. "Then maybe we should work our way up to it. C'mon, show Ash what it's all about." Talking as if you are uncertain of your abilities despite the positive reactions you have received from him reading your posts in the past. At this point in your conversation with him, you are turned on no doubt, and you desperately want this to go somewhere soon. Turning on your computer tonight was the fun you had been hoping for all night. "All right Ash, show SM what you can do." He says. It was on, your first cyber session with this guy. And your game had to be on, for you could see what he and Kay could do with each other, the amazing way they weave their words into tantalizing expressions of lust and desire. Cybering had never come natural, not to you, not even to him at one point. You took his advice once given and simply turned your thoughts into words, what you want, what you want of him, and wrote it in the most descriptive manner possible. It started off normal, teasing poses, and struts before each other, slow and sensual descriptions of the settings, and scenarios about to be played out. Exchanging posts of torrid details between one another, what you are imagining him doing, what you are doing, and what you imagine would be happening between each other had there not been such distance between the two of you. Something was different with you, the words seemed to flow, the details seemed to be much more vivid, the heat much more intense. You cannot seem to figure why this is, but you're not focusing on that now, just happy it is the way it is. The session goes on, heating up by the second. The tingling within you growing with each keystroke, your hands skimming swiftly down your body after each passage entered, and you anxiously await the reply from him. Your hands nestle in the same place each time, one nuzzled between your thighs, edging the rim of the boxers aside and melding into the moist pool that has formed at the crease of your lips. Your fingers work their way over those lips, slightly prodding inside you causing whimpers to float from your lips. Your eyes drift shut, and open to read his next post. As if there, able to see what you are doing to yourself, his words stun you, causing your heart to flutter, your body to shiver. "I can almost hear the wet sounds of your fingers rubbing against yourself; feel your body shudder as solitary digits invade you, swimming delicately in your own pool of lust. I can see your body sprawled out, legs parted, fingers diving and exploring, feeling the heat pour out of you like a river of unbridled passion. I can almost hear the soft whimpers, subtle cries of ecstasy that creep from your lips, knowing those moans are ones of pure lust, pure desire." You stare in awe at the screen, "How could he know?" You think to yourself, amazed at this man's ability to read the situation. You reply to his post, stating your amazement at what he said. A thought crosses your mind, but you shake it off, as this cyber session has already taken you to heights never before reached while on the Internet. But then again, as if reading your mind, he brings the subject up. "I simply think in my head Ash, what it is I think you're doing, or more so, what I hope you're doing. Then I write it, and if you're not doing it, I hope that it makes you do it. A woman's moans turn me on so, especially when they're sensual, and erotic, and I know they are moans of heat. I bet you have the sweetest moans, just like your girlie." He posts you. "Oh? You wanna find out?" You post and stare in shock at what you just wrote. Did you just proposition him for a phone call? An area of cyber that you have never gone to before with anyone but Kay. What would she think? Would he do it with me? The questions to yourself kept coming. And after a short pause. His reply shocked you. "Why not? It could be fun." A short conversation ensued about it being right or wrong. Good points were made on both sides of the argument, and the deciding factor was Kay would want us to have fun, even if she couldn't be there to share in the fun. Hard to swallow yes, but the alcohol in your system, as well as the arousal in your body was undeniable. And the alcohol in his system was telling him to do it. "Let me get my phone card, I'm calling you in a second" You post him eagerly. "Sure thing, I'll be waiting." He replies. Your body is afire, tingling with anticipation and disbelief all at the same time. A burning within your loins, and butterflies in your belly as you scramble to your bag for your card and the cordless. As you find it, and make your way back to the bed, you see his number pop up on the screen. You dial hastily your card number, wait for the prompts, and then input his number. Still unable to fathom that you are doing this, yet so many things inside you tell you that you want to. It was time to find out for yourself just how good he is. Second thoughts flash through your mind, your finger hovers over the "end" button, but its too late, the digital rings echo in your ear, once, twice, a click, and soft deep voice tickles your senses, "Hello?" You hear. Phone Etiquette You stammer for a moment, torn between hanging up and responding. "Hi there." You eke out, your voice raspy, noticing how nervous you are now, and how dry your mouth is. Formality ensues, the asking how things are, commenting on the sounds of one another's voices, quick jokes to ease the tension apparent in the air, groans of stretching from one another desperately trying to relax the moment. But it was his next line that put you at ease, which slips your mind elsewhere, back into that state of mind that brought you both there in the first place, "I was right Ash, your voice is sweet, and I'll bet your moans are even sweeter." The juices flow again. Your body heats up once more, and a sexual urge takes over your once again. "Make me show you, make me prove you right." You say in a soft, sultry voice. Sliding yourself up on the bed, knees elevated, legs apart, one hand holding the phone lightly to your head, the other slithering down your body. "Mmmm, my pleasure." The tipsy-ness in his voice apparent. As he begins to describe his present state, lying on his bed, the glow of an adult film flickering his room lit, soft cotton shorts his only attire, and his growing excitement beckoning for attention. Groans of approval escape your lips, your eyes scan down your own body as if trying to picture what he looks like lying there, as naked as you are, and as aroused as you are. His hands sneaking its way into the waistband of his shorts, easing them down, kicking them off the bed. His voice, soft, deep, almost a whisper as he describes himself, his actions, tempting you with intermittent sighs, heavy breaths of pleasure. Your eyes drift shut as you try to envision him by going on his voice. Tantalizing, intoxicating, your mind drifts off to another world, another time, hypnotized by his vocals, mesmerized by his words. Unconsciously you start to moan, not realizing your fingers have penetrated you, one, then two, your thumb hovering over your swelling nub, your juices flowing freely down your digits. Your eyes shut tightly, mouth agape letting out intermittent gasps as your pussy convulses around your fingers. Your partner still reeling off a monologue of descriptions, setting the mood for your self pleasure. Your groans get louder, further uninhibited, and he realizes this. "Yes, that's it girl, you picturing me here like this? Hand slithering over my shaft, throbbing hard in my grasp, getting wetter with pre-cum with each glide over my head. Mmmm, I was right, you DO have such sweet moans; tell me what's going through your mind Ash." He soothes with his voice. You hear the words, but they do not register for another few minutes, as you continue to please yourself, continue to prod your fingers into your molten pot. Your cries continue and you can hear his approval over the line, answered by groans of his own. Gasping, you try to speak, trying to find the words to tell him you've already cum once, to tell him how your pussy is flowing like a waterfall, and your fingers are soaked with your nectars of lust. Your thoughts are formed, but the words just cannot come out. Each sentence starts, interrupted by gasps and moans, your fingers not letting up its assault within you. His voice so sensuous, driving your senses mad. You gather yourself, trying to compose yourself, removing your fingers from your pool of lust, bringing the coated limbs to your mouth, opening your rosy lips and taking them in one at a time, making sure the suckling noises are heard over the line, they are, met with low groans of approval, and the words letting you know they were received well. You groan with delight, lapping the last drops of yourself off your finger, then all the words you had in mind come out. "Oh, you have no idea what your voice is doing to me, how hot, how wet its making me. I see now why you're hailed as amazing. Now I know. Let me tell you how I came, how my fingers drove me insane listening to you, to your voice. Listen as I tell you." You hiss. Your hand drifts down your form, stopping to caress a breast softly, tugging your shirt upward over your pert breasts, exposing your hardening nipples to the cool night air, a tingle shoots through them, you roll your pink nubs through slender fingers as the sighs and grunts over the phone intensify. You begin to tell him how you like your nipples pinched, hard, how you like the feel of teeth grinding over them. How it would feel to have strong hands run down your body, over your taut stomach, warming in the heat emanating from between your legs. Your voice soft, purring after each descriptive sentence, met with soft groans, and brief words of approval. Erotic exchanges of what each other is doing, what each other likes, and how it feels goes on for a bit more. But the mood is heating up further with each passage. Your moans get more frequent as your fingers have disappeared into you once again. His voice breathy, gasping in between phrases as his pace has quickened upon himself. The two of you didn't know it yet, but the peak is about to be reached, and surpassed. "Oh fuck, you have got me so wet, so needing to be fucked. Tell me; tell me how you'd fuck me. Tell me how you'd use that cock on me." You speak in a soft, quaint manner, with a lewd innocence to your tone, yet with such a naughty ring. "You want this cock? Want it in you, to feel it fill you, explore you, fuck you? Are you opening wide for it? Your pussy gaping from your fingers, your hole just beckoning for my shaft to maul it. Open that pussy up for me girl, get ready for me to slide it into you, get ready for me to fuck your pussy good." He groans back at you, a heat in his tone that has been building with each stroke of his flesh. "Mmmm, fuck. You DO talk a good fuck, talk to me Jay, and tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me you want it." The words seem to flow from your lips, your fingers burying themselves inside you, fluttering over your throbbing clit, waves of pleasure washing over your body with each pass over your erect nub. Your figure writhing on the bed, sheets crumpling under your ass as you gyrate it against your hand. Phone pressed harder into your ear, letting his responsive moans fill your head, your senses. Your body feels the massive urge to release its pent up desire, stretching your body out, creamy thighs sandwiching your hand between them, fingers encroached deep within yourself, curling and driving inside you as your body squirms at your own touch. You listen as your phone sex partner reels off a monologue of wants and desires. Telling you to imagine how his cock feels inside you, to imagine your fingers are his cock, stretching and invading your moist depths, adding to the fire of lust blazing inside you. Uncontrollable moans litter the phone lines as your body succumbs to an orgasm, thighs shaking, hand bucking automatically deeper up into you to heighten the pleasure felt by this climax. He senses the crest of your pleasure washing over you and urges you on with his words, telling you to let go, to give in to desire and cum like you want to. His words tantalize you, bringing the peak of your orgasm back for more. As the pleasure subsides, your hand slowing, pussy spasms coming in shorter bursts, your moans quiet down and you can hear his voice once again, soft, soothing in appreciation of what you just let him hear, the utter release of your first intense orgasm together. Your voice coos to him, telling him how fucking good that was, how his words made you dive into a fantasy world of fervent thoughts and lewd desires. Heavy breaths distorting the phone, intense pants letting him know your orgasm has clamed, but the passion still burns fiercely. His tone now more intense, guiding, and concise as to what he wants. "Do you have a toy handy Ash?" He asks. "Mmmm, yeah I do." You reply. "Get it." He orders in a breathy voice. You clamor for your nightstand, head light and spinning slightly, and rummage through the drawer for your vibe. A cold, thick metal shaft finds your fingers and you rush back to assume your position on the bed. "I want you to get on your knees, sitting on your haunches, imagine yourself straddled upon me, thighs rubbing together, my thick cock still dripping with your last climax, poking upward into your still damp pussy. That's it girl, I want you to ride it." He beckons to you. You oblige willingly getting up and straddling the imaginary body beneath you. Your ass planted lightly on a pillow to simulate his thighs, you take over for the time being, leaning forward to come to rest on your elbows, and you begin to tell him that before you mount his cock, you want to taste yourself on him. He groans, and giggles in agreement, and simply answers with, "Tell me about it." Your hunger for a man's cock has never been this great, as you slide the chrome dick between your lips, soft sounds of lips smacking against the shaft teases him over the phone, leaving him to envision the sight of you bent over before him, kissing his cock lightly. Muffled groans entice him further as you open wide to swallow the cock for him. Muted moans of pleasure springs from your filled mouth as it slides deeper and deeper into your throat. Sighs of approval as you release it and watch the saliva trail from your tongue to the shiny silver head. You listen as he moans his approval of your acts, asking you how you taste, how you like tasting yourself on him. As your eyes shut, you can really imagine how he would behave if your mouth was really wrapped over his shaft. You deep throat the vibe once more before rising back up to straddle your pillow, his cock. He speaks to you now, telling you to mount him, imagine his cock in hand, guiding his swollen head to your opening. Telling you how it feels as his head pokes into you, lowering yourself down onto him slowly, feeling every inch of him ease its way deeper into your velvet walls, slick with wet desire. Your mind sees your pussy swallowing that cock all the way, your eyes see your vibe vanish within you, and your ears hear him tell you how deep you are being filled. Your eyes shut, and the fantasy world where you have dwelled for the past hour fades back into your senses. Your hips begin to gyrate, riding that cock, swirling it round inside you as you listen to him hypnotize you with his words, describing the sensations as his cock envelopes itself in your silky kitty. Telling you how to ride his cock, fast, slow, grind it, and ride it. His lines sear visions into your mind that you and he are together, his dick inside you, body beneath you. Your hands run up your body as you take a breast into your grip and knead it. Your moans start to take over the phone lines once again as the feel of his cock commands your imagination, riding it, possessing it. Cries of pleasure harmonize with his storytelling about how his cock is ravaging you, satisfying you. He begins to tell you how is hand is tight like your pussy, gripping himself and stroking that cock like your pussy would be. Melding with groans of delight as he raves on to tell you how wet you get him, how hard he throbs for you, and how your moans fill his mind with delectable visions of you straddled atop your bed, how he looks up and sees your figure hovering over him , grinding in a sensual rhythm atop his shaft. You reply to him with the moans he has come to adore, and whimper to him that you can feel another climactic explosion about to be unleashed. Faster you grind your pussy onto that chrome cock of yours, his cock, listening intently to the groans and breaths echoing out of your phone. Your own cries of pleasure mixing steadily with his. Your head rocks, tilting the phone as you sway your head, your hips, almost letting him hear the sounds of the vibe slipping in and out of your sopping depths. Faster yet you hump that cock, your moans intensifying, crying out louder as yet another orgasm rushes through your body. Your head thrown back as waves of pleasure ripple down from your mouth, through your breasts, down further to flow out your pussy. Your cries billow out of his receiver, urging him on into a monologue of approval. "Yes that's it Ash, cum for me. You cumming hard onto that cock? Flooding, soaking, drenching that cock with your juices? That's a good girl." He groans to you, louder still as you know his hand is working his cock so good. Your body quivering with lust as the climactic waves subsides within you. Heaving gasps escape your pursed lips, bringing the saturated cock to your mouth once again. Loudly you slurp at it, licking it clean of the gift given to it, to him, making sure he hears every last drop of you lapped up into your hungry mouth. He moans with definite approval. "You sound so sweet when you cum Ash, so fucking sweet." He applauds. "Mmmm, thank you. I wanna hear how you sound when you cum now. Can you do that?" You pry, sensing he is near. "Yeah, I think I can help you with that. You have one more in you?" He replies, breathing heavier than ever. You reply positively, as he commands you into the next position. He asks that you lie on your back, feet up on the headboard, spread slightly. He asks that you envision your legs hiked up on his shoulders, to slide that cock back inside you, just as he would do. You oblige without hesitation, and that cock, still damp with saliva, eases back into you once more, and a soft whimper tells him it is in. He begins to describe the feel of his body between your legs, the feel of his cock as it penetrates down into you. The rigid flesh sliding its way into your depths, velvet walls encasing his shaft like a fitted glove. As he dictates how his cock fucks your decadent pussy, you exchange cries of approval as you near yet another quaking orgasm, as you begin to tell him how he makes you cum so hard, he stops abruptly. Taking control of the situation, he tells you how he didn't say it was ok for you to cum yet. How he removes his cock from you until you promise him not to cum yet. His voice stern, commanding, he wants you to beg him to put it back in you. "Please, please put your cock back in me. Please fuck my pussy. Please fuck it hard, I want you to make me cum again Jay, please. You beg him, and teasingly he describes how he merely pokes his head into you, watching as your pussy muscles clamp down around it, pulsing, trying desperately to suck him into you. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch he eases into you, both of you watching as he slowly resumes his spot within you. The moans crescendo quickly again to dizzying levels. Your request granted, and his cock fucking you once again. The climax for both of you nearing, he begins to talk to you, not describing, but talking to you. You feel as if his words are burning a hole straight through the phone lines to your loins. "You gonna make my cock cum for you Ash? Make me drench you in my cum? Tell me how you want it, tell me where. Tell me how good this cock is, how much you want it. Tell me, moan for me, cry for me." He tells you. "Fuck, fuck me, make me cum, my pussy wants you to cum. Paint me with it; shoot it all over my body." You cry out, instinctive cries as your cock is buried deep inside you, your wrist fucking it in and out of you in a blur of motion. Your hips grinding up into the air, imagining it is grinding up into his pelvis. You can feel his balls slapping down between your ass cheeks. Feel his cock throb inside you as it nears its explosion. Feel your own cum boiling up inside you yet again, yearning for release in sync with his. His body tenses, his groans louder, intense, he asks you if you are ready, ready for his release, ready for his cum. Your frantic cries tell him you are as his voice bellows into your ear, "Yes Ash, oh fuck here it comes, yes, here it fuckin cums, you ready? Ready to take it?" Manic cries on both ends of the phone lines fill each other's ears as two orgasms shake the earth. Deep low grunts and cries fill your ears as his hand strokes his cock to an explosive climax. Streams of cum splash out of his cock jetting upwards and splashing down on his own chest, wave after wave pulses out hitting his belly, another one to his chest, the drizzling out of his head and oozing down his throbbing shaft. His hand milks him out onto his hand, his fingers working the thick cream into his searing flesh. His grunts still loud, deep, as your own cries ring out into his ear. Yelps and screams fill his ear as your own climax washes over your form once more. Rising to a deafening peak as your juices explode onto the chrome cock once more, flooding and soaking it, your hand, fingers, and the bed. Your body convulses as you listen to the peak of his own orgasm over the phone, separated by thousands of miles physically, yet coupled in the thralls of ecstasy at the exact same moment. Your pussy pulsing out wave after wave of your nectar, moans softening as your head drifts back down from the throes of lust, and the convulsions within you begin to subside. "Oh fuck Ash." You hear. "Take that cock out of you and suck it clean." But you are one step ahead as you bring the drenched vibe to your lips just as the words spill out into your ear. You listen to his groans of approval, his heaving breaths as you suckle the cock once more, tasting yourself over and over again, a sweet dessert to a scrumptious main course. Muffled moans fill his ears as he milks his wet cock, imagining your lips tightened around his shaft, licking him clean, milking him dry. He groans back his total approval and begins to tell you how good you are. "Amazing Ash, simply amazing. You say you've never done this before?" As you finish savoring the cock, swallowing down the last remnants of yourself from your lips, you reply to him that it is he that is amazing, and that you can see why Kay longs for those moments with him, and that is he turns her on, half as much as you are right now, the experience must be mind blowing each time. It is, he assures you. The descending time is spent with heavy panting, and sighs of relief and approval. Until he tells you he should get going to get cleaned up. You thank him sincerely, and explain how you plan to call Kay right now, and share details of this experience with her, and how intense the whole thing was for you. He complies by thanking you back dearly, and says he will be back online in a few, after a quick shower. You smile to yourself, and thank him once again. Looking for Kay's number to where she's at as you say to him, "I'm gonna call her now, and if I know her, Jay, keep your phone nearby, we may be calling you back."