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By: Aries



Ring! Ring! Ring!

He rolled over and looked at the clock before answering the phone. It said 2:00 a.m. He reached for the phone.

"This had better be good." He grumbled into the phone.

"Oh Baby, did I wake you?" his wife asked.

"Yeah you did, but it's alright. It's nice to hear your voice. Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, I just wanted to talk. I've been so busy for the last few days with this damn photo shoot that I haven't had the chance to call. I wanted to apologize, maybe even sort of make it up to you." she said seductively.

"How might you make it up to me? You're in LA and I'm in Boston." he said playfully.

"Well, I thought we might share a fantasy or two." she said.

"OH, really. Phone sex, huh?" he laughed.

"Yeah, you could call it that. Are you game?" she replied.

"Sure. Hell, I'm even dressed for it," he said.

"What do you know!? So am I!!" she exclaimed.

"I like this already! Are you sitting up or lying down?" he asked.

"I am sitting on the bed with my back against some pillows leaning on the headboard." she answered.

"On top of the covers or under them?" he continued.

"I have the sheet pulled up to my waist. The rest of the covers are on the floor," she said.

"Mmm, I like that picture. You're sitting on our bed, the worlds most beautiful breasts in plain view, your most precious treasure hidden by the sheets pulled up around your waist." he replied.

"Damn, have you got a way with words! Getting me started before we even get started! What about you? What are you doing?" she asked.

"I am now lying on the loveseat and speaking to you on the cordless. Now what was that about sharing fantasies?" he asked.

"Oh yeah! (laughs) I almost forgot. I want you to take a few moments and think up a good fantasy to share with me. It has to be something that we can fulfill if I like it," she said.

"Well, let's see. I got it! O.K., mine takes place in the White Mountains," he says after thinking for a few moments.

"Mmm, that sounds fun. Well mine takes place on that beach that we saw on our honeymoon. You know, the one we saw on Maui but never got the chance to go to?" she said.

"Oh yeah, the one we saw during the helicopter tour! Sounds like I'm going to enjoy yours as well. O.K., who goes first?" he asked.

"Why don't you go first. I'm kind of homesick and I want to hear about the mountains." she replied.

"Alright. It begins on a Saturday morning and we're spending the weekend at a friend’s cabin in the White Mountains. I get up early and pack a nice picnic lunch for us and put our packs together while I let you sleep in. When I'm finished I come back upstairs to the bedroom to wake you and find you've kicked the covers off. You're lying on your back, nude as always, with one arm above your head and the other on your breast. Your legs are apart and one is bent.

I decide to watch you sleep for a while before waking you. After a minute or so, you start to mumble in your sleep and it becomes apparent that you're dreaming about the night before. You begin to play with your breast with one hand and the other goes to your pussy. You start caressing your mound and lips, occasionally dipping a finger into your pussy. Soon I can't take any more and decide it's time to wake you so I take off my shorts and walk quietly over to the bed. I gently climb onto the bed between your legs and enter you. Your pussy is so wet that I enter you in one single motion. You're wet and hot inside. Your pussy feels like silk. You move your hand and now you're playing with both breasts. After a few strokes you open your eyes and look into mine. Neither of us says anything. I kiss you softly and you grab my ass and pull me deeper into you.

We fuck hard and fast for a few moments then slow down again. All the way in then all the way out, nice and slow. We move in unison. I lean back and you put your legs on my shoulders then I lean forward again and we resume our slow, steady pace. Then we gradually pick up the pace again and my cock is pounding your clit, your breathing gets rougher. Soon you take your legs off my shoulders and meet my thrusts. We build speed again until we can't pump or thrust any faster. Then you suddenly stop thrusting and lock your legs behind my back. You sink your nails into my ass and we cum together. It's heaven, it seems to last forever. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock as I cum and cum and cum. We lay there for a few moments, relaxing. Then you begin to stir.

'Mmmm. Good morning.' you sigh in that sexy, content, after-sex voice of yours.

'Good morning to you.' I reply.

'Wanna join me in the shower?' you ask.

'You don't have to ask me twice!' I answer.

I go in and get the water started. Then you join me. I wash your body while you wash your hair. You return the favor. My cock gets hard again as you wash it. We kiss passionately as you slowly stroke my cock. I play with your pussy and soon we're both ready to go again. You turn around and lean on the wall and I enter you from behind. We make love slowly. Enjoying every stroke. I reach around and massage your breasts. You place a hand on mine and press harder against your breast. We continue this for a few moments then you pull away and turn around. You lean back against the wall and put one foot up on the edge of the tub. You reach out and take hold of my cock, pulling me toward you and inserting my cock into your pussy once more. We resume our slow, lazy pace. I kiss you as we begin to play with your breasts again. As I begin to tweak your nipples, the heat in your pussy grows. I can feel it in my cock. Then I notice that the hot water is running out. I decide that once of us will have to wait until later, so I pull out of your pussy and replace my cock with my tongue. I spread your pussy lips with my fingers and begin to lightly nibble and suck on your clit. Soon your breathing gets rough again and you begin to thrust your hips toward my face. I start licking your clit faster. You grab the back of my head and hold my face tight to your pussy. I can feel your body go tense and soon I can taste your cum on my face. You keep me in place until your orgasm subsides then you release me and put your leg back down on the floor. I stand up and we kiss once more.

Just then the water goes ice cold. We both yell and scramble to get out of the water. I reach back in to turn it off as you grab our towels. Your nipples are standing the tallest I've ever seen them. I bend down and take each one in my mouth until they are back to normal. My cock, on the other hand, is suffering a severe case of scared turtle syndrome."

"Hahaha!!" She burst out laughing on the other end of the line. "Scared turtle syndrome, huh? That's a good one! Keep going. I'm really, really getting into this." she said.

"You like it so far, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, I really like it," she replied.

"How much do you like it?" he prodded.

"Well, let me put it this way. Right now my nipples are standing as tall as possible and my pussy is creating a wet spot on my sheet. I'm so horny right now that one pass of that tongue of yours and I would cum all over your face. How does that sound? She finished.

"Sound like I'm doing my job." he stops as he hears a noise from her. "What was that?" he asked.

"That was the sound of you playing with my pussy. Something you won't enjoy for quite a while if you don't continue your story soon." she threatened.

"What a coincidence! Did you know that you're playing with my rock solid cock right now?" he asked.

"Mmm, that feels good doesn't it?" she sighed into the phone.

"It sure does. Anyway, back to the story...

We get dressed. You're wearing those khaki hiking shorts that you know I love and a flannel shirt.

'God you look beautiful.' I say.

We kiss and go downstairs and eat a breakfast that we prepare together. Then we go sit by the lake and have a cup of coffee.

'So what's on the agenda for the day?' you ask.

'Well you have a choice between going out to an island on the other side of the lake or going to the mountains.' I answer.

'How long would it take us to get to the island?' you ask.

'It would be about an hour in the boat.' I say after thinking for a bit.

'Let's go to the mountains. What trail are we going to do?" you say.

'We're going to do a new one. I named it 'Pete's Secret' while I was working up here. I named it after the guy who showed me the true view at the top." I answer.

'Sounds good. Are you about ready?' you ask, ready to go.

'Let's load up and move out!' I declare.

We go back to the cabin and load the truck then we head out. We go to the trail. You've never been on this one so you're excited about it. We get out and grab the packs then we start out. About halfway up the trail, I take you off the path to a little clearing that overlooks part of the valley. We decide to have lunch there so we unpack and eat. We rest a little before moving on.

'Do we have much farther to go?' you ask as we near the top.

'Nope. The top is another half mile and the surprise is about 200 yards from the top.' I answer, as we keep moving.

It's starting to get hot. I've taken off my shirt, you've unbuttoned yours and you have it rolled up to just below your breasts and have it tied there, but it isn't doing you much good.

'Honey, is there someplace up ahead where I can change into a different shirt?' you ask.

We stop and I look down the trail behind us then I check the trail ahead of us to make sure nobody is coming.

'Why don't you just change right here? There's nobody behind us or ahead of us for at least 10 minutes so it's just you and I.' I suggest as I take off my pack and open it for you to take a different shirt out. You untie your shirt and take it off to reveal that you weren't wearing a bra. As you're bent over digging in the pack I take a closer look at your ass and realize you aren't wearing any panties either. It's a turn-on and my cock throbs.

'Going freestyle today, honey? What a turn-on!" I say as I caress your ass and slip my fingers between your legs.

'Down boy! Save it for the top. Do you think I could get away with this?' you ask as you stand up and pull out a mesh tanktop.

'Not without a bra. Don't get me wrong, I love it but I don't think it would be worth the $500 fine if a park ranger were to see you. What about your bikini top? Didn't you bring it?' I ask.

'Oh yeah. I forgot about that. Isn't that kind of skimpy, though?' you ask as you start digging in your pack.

'If it's allowed on a public beach, the park ranger has no grounds for a complaint. Besides, I like that just as much as I like the mesh top.' I answer, grinning.

'Here it is.' you say as you find it. You stand up and put it on. It's the top to a tan-through string bikini. The triangles of material are of a nearly sheer skin tone material and just barely cover your nipples, which are straining against the fabric. In the right light, it looks as though you're topless. You finish tying it just as a lady park ranger comes around the bend from above us. She doesn't even glance at us as she makes her way down the trail.

'Wow. That was close. Let's get going. I want to reach the top before the sun goes down so we can get camp set up before dark.' I say as I lift my pack.

'We're going to stay the night up here? Won't it get kind of cold?' you ask.

'Not in Pete's Secret.' I answer mysteriously.

'Why not?' you ask as we start hiking again.

'You'll see.' I answer and we leave it at that.

We continue on and after four hours finally reach the top. The trail ends at a scenic overview of the valley, not much better than the spot where we had lunch. You turn to me with an unpleasant look on your face.

'We hiked for four hours to get to this?' you exclaim.

'No. Follow me.' I say as I take your hand and lead you off the trail and through some dense brush. After 15 minutes we come to a vertical rock wall about 20 feet tall.

'Now what?' you ask sarcastically.

'Uh-oh. This wasn't here the last time I came up here!' I say dramatically, but you're not fooled. 'O.K. Now we go up. It's an easy climb until the last six feet. You go first and I'll help you over the top.' I say as you begin to climb. Once in a while your shorts gap just right and I can see your pussy. I catch up to you and put you on my shoulders so that you can reach the top and climb up. You're so busy watching me pull myself up that you don't notice the view until I point it out to you. I take you over to a portion of the ledge that is protected from the wind coming up the mountain. From this vantage point we can see the entire valley.

'Ah shoot. The sun is already going down. We'll just have to set up camp by firelight.' I say as I spread the blanket on the ground and pull you down beside me.

'What do you mean set up camp by firelight? Won't we get fined for the fire?' you ask.

'Not if the fire is in there.' I say as I turn you around and point to a huge cave behind us. 'Welcome to Pete's Secret. Neat huh? It provides total protection from the elements year around. Now watch the sunset.' I say.

We watch the sun go down quietly. Then you lay down and pull me down on top of you. We kiss, softly at first then more passionately. I untie your bikini as you unbutton my shorts. Soon we're both nude, lying on the blanket.

You reach down between us and take hold of my cock, gently squeezing and stroking it until it comes to life. We kiss passionately as I play with your nipples and massage your breasts. Then you pull away from the kiss and begin kissing your way down my body, leaving a trail of tiny little hickeys and bite marks from my neck to my cock. You take my cock in your mouth as you straddle my face and plant your pussy on my lips. I suck lightly on your clit and knead your ass while you suck my cock and jerk me off with your hand. I move from your clit to your vagina and tongue fuck you, occasionally flicking at your clit again with my tongue. Your teeth brush across the head of my cock as you come up for air. You move down my body once more, pressing your pussy into my chest and leaving a wet trail as you go. Soon you are facing away from me guiding my cock into you.

You rock slowly forward and back, left and right, doing a slow, sensual dance on my cock as I massage your ass. Then you lean forward and put your hands on my legs for support as you begin to bounce on my cock faster and faster until you can't do it anymore. You lay back onto my chest and put your feet flat on the ground. I reach around and play with your nipples. Soon your hips are moving again, round and round, up and down. Then you sit up and lean forward to start bouncing again. I put my hands under your ass for support. I knead and massage your ass as you pump and grind on my cock. I start to play with your asshole, massaging and loosening it up until I eventually get a finger inside. This sends you over the orgasmic edge. You shake your head back and forth and your body convulses on the charge surging through your body from your pussy outward. You lay back onto my chest as the orgasm subsides, and we just lay still for a while as my cock grows soft inside your pussy and slides out.

Then, as the sunset continues to paint the sky with its brilliant colors, you roll off of me and begin sucking my cock once more. It doesn't take long before I'm rock hard and ready to go. You grasp my cock and rub it all around your clit and pussy. 'Now it's time for your surprise, Big Boy.' you purr sensually as you take my cock and guide it to your assho..

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, BUB. You know as well as I do that that is one thing I will NOT do, not even in your wildest dreams." she interrupted suddenly.

"Ha ha ha. I didn't think you'd let that one through, but it was worth a shot. After all, it's a fantasy. It doesn't have to go exactly the way I put it now, does it?" he said.

"Well, you do have a point there. I'm sorry I reacted so strongly. Oh my God, look at the time! Oh Honey are you going to be late for work?" she asked.

"Nope. I called the crew before I went to bed. It rained all day yesterday so I told them not to come in until noon today. But I do think it's time for you to start with your story. You ready?" he answered, half truthfully.

"Where did I say I was going to take us?" she asked.

"I believe it was that beach on Hawaii." he answered.

"Oh, that's right. Well it begins...

With my getting up early to make you breakfast. We'd arrived late last night and decided that after a long trip like that; we should catch up on some sleep.

So I get out of bed around 10:00 that morning and put on a robe, tying it loosely at the waist. I go out to the kitchen and start working on breakfast. I have the radio going so I don't hear you get up. I finish up in the kitchen and turn the radio off. I hear the shower running. So I take the breakfast into the bedroom and take off my robe. I open the bathroom door and the steam pours out at me. I step into the bathroom and close the door.

'I was wondering if you were going to join me,' you say from somewhere other than the shower. 

'Oh shit! You startled me. Where are you?' I ask.

'By the sink. Over here.' you say.

'What are you doing?' I ask.

'I'm shaving.' you answer.

'Oh really? Let's see here...wow!' I say.

'I take it you like it,' you say.

'Oh yeah, I like it alright. I more than like it, it's a turn-on' I answer. You have turned your big, burly beard into an incredibly sexy goatee. It's trimmed short with a thin line at each corner of your mouth leading to the hair on your chin.

'It's a turn-on, huh?' you ask, surprised.

'Let me show you. Give me your hand.' I say. You dry it on a towel and give it to me. I take it and place it between my spread legs. Two of your fingers slide right into my cunt, which is quivering and dripping wet. 'How's that for turned on?' I ask you as I take your towel off and grab your cock.

'Why don't we continue this in the shower.' you suggest.

'That's a good idea. Follow me, stud.' I reply as I lead you to the shower by your cock.

I pull the shower door open and step in without releasing your cock, which is now rock solid and throbbing with a pulse of its own. You reach back and pull the door shut. We kiss as soon as you're facing me again. I continue to stroke your cock as you caress and massage my tits and ass. Soon I want more than your tongue and I push you back against the wall. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub and guide your cock into my hot, dripping pussy. I grab your ass and sink my nails in as I pull you closer to me, driving your cock deeper into me.

'Oh yeah, baby. Drive that cock! Shove it right through the roof of my cunt!' I exclaim. This makes you pump even faster and harder than you already were.

Soon I can feel the first stages of an orgasm in my belly. I pull away from you and turn my ass toward you.

'Come on, big boy. Give me some more of that cock!' I say as I grab your cock once more and guide you to my pocket of love. I bend over for deeper penetration, and put one hand on the edge of the tub while I play with my clit with the other. You reach around and begin to play with a nipple as your pace slows to a maddening crawl. All the way in then all the way out, steady and slow and driving me absolutely crazy with desire. Then, after a few strokes like that, you release my breast and grab onto my hips with both hands and begin to pound my pussy with all you've got. I hold back as long as I can, then I have to go with it. I squeeze your cock as hard as I can with my cunt as I flick my clit a few last times. Then it hits like a hurricane in my pussy. I feel your cock throbbing as it fills me with cum while my cunt goes into orgasmic convulsions. The orgasm hits me so hard I can't even scream out in joy. We slow down until we're just standing there under the hot spray of the shower, still joined as one. Soon your cock grows limp and slides out of my pussy, along with alot of cum. You turn around and put the drain down. We just lie in the tub as it fills with water.


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A special thanks to my volunteer editor BDSMBill. Thank You Sir for Your continued advice and encouragement in my writing. All rights reserved.

Anastasia was a person with a self-secluded personality. She did not let many get too close. Those that did get close, she gave her all. The rest got her façade of a personality, at least up until she met Weston. 

She did not know this, but He had the most piercing eyes of grayish blue. When He gazed upon someone it was like He looked right through to their very soul. She also did not know He had an amazing ability to poke and prod His way through a person's shell and find the heat of the inner core. 

Meeting Weston was quite by accident. Anastasia bought her first computer and ended up in a chat arena. It was quite crazy actually, fifty people in a room, all yammering away. Her thoughts were that it was a game. Not real. Just words on a screen. She began to meet people and would consider them "friends," but in a fantasy world how much was just that: fantasy. 

Anastasia met a man in the room that she began to chat with privately. They would talk a lot and one day He kissed her. Now how in the world can one kiss online you might ask? Anastasia could answer you now, whereas a few weeks before she would have said bullshit. The guy named Jack kissed her and then some, and Anastasia found herself playing with her pussy while typing back and forth with this Jack. 

She had an amazing orgasm that changed her entire perspective on what was fantasy and what was reality when it came to online. Anyone could ask her and she would say it was real. Why? She got off didn't she? 

Jack, of course, was like men you meet face to face. He got the goods and He disappeared, sending Anastasia into self-protect mode once more. She was determined not to get close to anyone else. 

Weston was a cruiser on the web. He just poked in every now and then, looking around and seeing what He could get into. One day He ran into Anastasia. He immediately felt a vibe from this woman. He didn't know her story but He was going to know it before all was said and done. His eyes took on a glint of determination. 

Anastasia felt a warmth when Weston said "hello." He immediately took over the conversation, steering it into the direction He seemed to desire. Anastasia felt overwhelmed by this man. Why was that? She was so unsure, but there was just something about Weston that overpowered her senses and broke down any façade she could put up in a heartbeat. 

Anastasia and Weston began meeting up in the chat room fairly regularly. He began asking her things about how she felt about certain topics -- her sexual experiences. She would evade the sexual topics, but He didn't allow it for long. He would type in, "I'm waiting." She would sit there looking at it and then for some reason would answer His question. 

Why? At that time she could not tell. Her sexual experiences were slim to none. She had had basic sex -- nothing earth shattering. She didn't even get off most times. Weston took all of this in and then some. 

Time began to pass. Weston and Anastasia grew closer and closer. The relationship was growing deeper by the day. Weston confided in Anastasia that He was a Dominant and asked her if she knew anything about Dominance and submission. Anastasia responded in repulsion, thinking He meant sadomasochism and other decadent things. Weston explained to her there were all kinds of facets of the lifestyle and He gave her an assignment, the first He had ever given her. He did it in such a way that Anastasia had no clue she was being controlled. 

Weston told her to look up dominance and submission and to read everything she could over the next week. He then instructed that she write how it made her feel, what it made her think, how her body reacted, what she thought affected her the most, and what she found she desired out of the reading. Anastasia went about the task with vigor, as she craved knowledge of new ideas. She was surprised by the information she found. 

She looked through many web sites, and began to read about submission mostly, finding herself opening up to this idea more and more as she related to the words stated. Anastasia realized she was submissive. She loved to please others. Even though she hid behind walls, she loved to make people happy. She read about girls that had Masters, girls that would do anything to hear the words "good girl." 

Anastasia began feeling something deep in her heart and soul, a kindred spirit of some type with the girls in the words she read. Then she read about Domination, that it wasn't about being told what to do but more along the lines of living to please One that could Master her, to live by His rules but not forcefully, more like willingly. 

The articles gave Anastasia a lot to think about. She had a lot of questions and began asking Weston about some of the things she had read. He would explain the best He could and point her in another direction to research her answers. This way it wasn't just Him saying it was so. She would read other perspectives on the matter. 

Her report was due in two days, and she had not yet begun to write it. Anastasia thought, "Well, it will get done, but I guess it will be a little late." Anastasia began to write about herself first, how even as a little girl she had strived to please everyone in her life, that she craved praise and it would make her heart soar when she knew she had done well.

The day of the report came and Anastasia was not finished yet. It was almost done -- just a little longer. She was unaware that she should have just begged for more time, but after today she would know for sure not to be late again, at least not with Weston. Weston popped up on the messenger program they both had installed. Only the two of them were on each other's list, so they could have a lot of private time. 

Weston said "hello," and asked how she was doing. Anastasia said she was great and had been working on her paper, it was almost done. 

Weston sat there a minute -- long enough for her to say, "Are you still here?" 

Weston typed in nods. He then asked her if she understood that the paper had a time limit and was due on a certain day and time. Anastasia said yes she did and she apologized profusely for the lateness. She was just trying to make it perfect. 

Weston's next words made Anastasia's world sink. "Anastasia, I am very disappointed in your failure to complete the simple task I gave to you," He said. 

Anastasia blinked back the tears that threatened to consume her and said once more, "I am so very sorry Weston. Please let me finish it and send it tonight. It will be done, I promise you." 

"I will give you until 9pm tonight. If it is not done, Anastasia, trust me. You will not like the consequences," He stated. 

Anastasia went back and immediately began work on the article, pulling all the pieces together, reading it and editing it over and over again, making sure it was presentable, that it was pleasing to the eyes, and most of all, making sure it wasn't just words and that it showed her heart and soul. 

At 8:55pm, true to His word, Weston logged back on. "Are you finished, Anastasia?" he asked. 

"Yes, I am finished, and I am emailing You the article now," she replied breathlessly. 

She sent the document and waited. It seemed like an eternity that she waited. Her stomach had butterflies swimming. Amazingly, for some reason, even her shaved pussy was reacting to the wait. She felt the wetness as it slid between the petals, blushing profusely, so glad He was not there to see this. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Weston private messaged her. 

"Very well written, Ana. I am well pleased with your honesty. I feel your passion. I can see the excitement in your writing. I am still displeased at the assignment being late though. What do you think should be done about it?" He said. 

Anastasia was stammering in real life trying to think of the appropriate response. It hit her then that she had already begun the journey of subbing to Weston. Her next words hit her in the gut as she was shocked that it came out as it did. 

"I was late, Weston, and I apologize. I know an apology is not good enough. From what I have read and written, my answer is that You should punish the infraction. In that I will learn not to be late with You or anyone else again," She typed out. 

Weston stared at her words on the screen, and His smile would have melted her to the very core if she had been able to see it up close. "Yes, you are right Ana. You should be punished and you shall be. The how of it is the tricky part. You are very new to this and I realize you have no experience, so this is what I propose." 

"Your punishment is to keep a journal every day for the next month, faithfully, writing to me about feelings, wants, needs, and desires. Nothing is to be hidden from me. If you fail to write each day, the punishment will be worse. 

Does this sound fair?" He said. 

"Yes, it seems very fair to me. Where should this journal be kept?" she asked. 

The details were worked out, and Ana began writing her journal to Weston. One day He replied to her journal and said, "I know there is more, Ana. Tell me." He also said for her to address Him as Sir from now on, so Ana adjusted to His request quite easily. 

The journal began to show her things about herself that she never thought possible. One day she knew this journal would be looked back on and she would wonder how this all started. 

The next month went by quickly. Smoothly, Weston continued guiding Ana through different things and explained parts of the lifestyle that she had questions about. Ana found herself becoming more and more sexually attracted to this man. She would cream her panties just typing away with Him. The sexual urges were growing in intensity. She so wished He would touch her and finally she placed these thoughts and feelings in her journal. 

That afternoon, He did touch her, the slightest of kisses, barely His lips touched hers, his hands roamed lightly over her arms, describing it in detail as her body flooded with heat and desire. She was falling for this man. They both knew she was, and so Weston felt it was time to try something else. 

"Ana, how would you feel about talking to me on the telephone?" He asked. 

Ana sat trembling at the keyboard. To hear His voice, something she had dreamed of in her sleep, she wanted that so badly, but to actually allow it to happen... What if He was a psycho killer and all the other evil things she had heard about the Internet? 

"I would love to talk to You, Sir. I am a little frightened though," She replied. 

Weston gave her His phone number, allowing her to call Him first, so that she would realize that He was safe. Ana called Him. His voice was smooth, sexy almost sultry. It felt like warm butter over pancakes. Ana melted. Weston explained to Ana that He wanted her to gather a few things for their next call. 

He asked her if she owned a vibrator. She was horrified. "No!" she said. 

Weston laughed in a very relaxed voice and instructed her to go buy one, and to also pick up a set of chain nipple clamps with the tiny clips not the big clover ones. He instructed her to pick up a small bag of clothespins and to order butt plugs -- Small, medium and large. Ana's eyes were like saucers. Her mind was reeling and she was ready to say, "No way. I can't buy those things." 

But that voice, it caressed her soul. She knew she would do almost anything to please Him. She said she would do as instructed and for the first time she heard the words "good girl" from Him. 

Ana's body shivered with excitement. Her panties were soaked after they hung up the phone and she took off to go do what He asked for. She refused to be late this time. This time she would surprise Him and be done ahead of schedule. 

Ana began searching the various toy shops online that were recommended to her. She wanted the one that would cause her the least embarassment upon delivery. Ana found one and placed the order for the vibrator/dildo combo. Looking at all the names filled her mind with naughty visions. She bought the economy anal pack that had three sizes of butt plugs and it had an anal dildo. 

She also read it had something called "Anal Ease." By the time Ana got to the nipple clamps, her pussy was drenched and so hot. She wanted to cum so badly. Instead, she finished the order and headed out to the local store for the clothes pins, wondering just what in the world Weston wanted these for. All she wanted was to please Him. Ana grabbed a pack of 100 wooden pins and a few other items and headed out to the car, belly still fluttering every time she thought of talking to Him on the phone. 

As Ana drove home, her long blond tresses fanned in the wind from the open window. Ana belted out the tune that came on the radio, "I wanna kiss you all over." She was radiating. Her beautiful glow could be seen by anyone. Ana felt decadent, naughty, and sexy. Anastasia couldn't wait to see Weston online tonight. She was going to tell Him about the things she picked out and even show Him the pictures. 

Anastasia kept her thighs squeezed so tightly on the drive home, anything to relieve the pressure. Weston had not done anything sexual with her but the more they talked, the more Ana's desire increased. 

Anastasia saw Weston on briefly online that night, showing Him the pictures of what she bought, and He said "Good girl." Ana's heart soared like floating on air. The smile would have melted His heart this time. Weston asked Anastasia if she was horny? Ana blushingly typed in a big "YES!" 

Weston asked Ana to slide her finger between her slit of shaved petals. He typed in for her to not type anything back until she needed to cum. His words began appearing quickly, instructing her to rub her clit. Ana was way ahead of Him. She was rubbing and pinching and pulling upon that swollen nub. He instructed her as well to get two clothespins out of the bag and place one on each hard nipple. 

Anna's first reaction was, "Oh, my," as it caused a burning sensation that after a couple of minutes seemed to fade away. Weston knew it would. Anastasia continued to rub, pull, and pinch, finally sliding two fingers in that hot little cunt, feeling the juices cover her probing hand, hips grinding against the palm, fingers dug in deeper. 

Weston finally saw a set of lines going across the page. He smiled as he typed, "Not yet." 

Ana began entering the lines urgently, over and over. She was so close. Finally seeing the "cum NOW," Anastasia's body jerked as juices flooded the palm of the hand, heart pounding as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. She had even screamed out during the orgasm. 

After a moment or so, Weston typed in another message. "Remove the pins," it read. Anastasia had no clue, but reached for the first one, and the skin seemed glued to the wooden material. The sting and burn made tears prick her emerald eyes. She told Weston this, and He informed her that this was a normal reaction. 

As Ana removed the other pin, she panted through the pain, surprised by the warmth that began to fill the mounds of aching flesh, turning to an intense heat. Weston instructed Anastasia to write about this in her journal. He wanted to read how she had felt during this first time with Him. 

Ana glowed again. Her body was languid in feeling. Ana told Weston "goodnight," and they both logged off and headed to bed. 

Ana's toys arrived, and she immediately emailed Weston explaining everything was here. Ana also put her phone number in the email. She trusted Wes and was showing this in good faith. Weston did not call, but gave Ana instructions on the toys. He allowed her to practice with them some before she had to use them full out. Ana practiced with the dildo/vibrator, and was amazed that the orgasm was achieved so quickly. 

After the clothespins she was a little nervous about the nipple clamps. They looked ominous after the wooden pegs that she had once viewed as so innocent. Ana got ready for work and headed out the door. People at work commented on how she had a glow. Her face shone brightly and her hair was like shimmering fire. Anastasia felt on top of the world. She was able to log onto the computer at work, and about lunch time she was surprised to hear a little bleep. Ana looked down and saw Weston was online. Her heart stopped. 

Weston and Ana both said hello to each other through typing. Weston asked if he could call her at work. Ana immediately gave him the phone number and waited on the edge of her seat for His call. The phone rang, and for the first time she heard His voice. It seemed to melt over her like a warm bath. Ana caught herself almost moaning just from having heard Him. 

"Ana?" Weston said. 

"Yes?" Ana replied 

"Hello, Ana. How are you?" He asked. 

"I am doing ok Sir. Thank You for asking. How are You please?" she whispered out. 

"I am doing great Ana. It is wonderful to speak with You." He responded. 

Ana was feeling the juices between her legs, and how her body reacted to this man was incredible. His voice seemed to change tenor at different times, causing her pussy to respond differently to the types of tones. 

"What are You doing, Ana?" Weston asked. 

"Nothing, just talking to You," She said. 

Weston waited a moment. He had called to hear her voice and speak with her. Now she had forgotten to say Sir. What to do. He was quiet. Ana's voice disrupted the empty space. 

"Is something wrong?" She said? 

Ahh, there Ana had done it a second time. Weston was thinking of all sorts of ways to punish this infraction at work. He did not want to cause her to regret the call, but she had to be taught that there are consequences to one's actions, even the little ones. 

"Ana, you forgot something twice in your dialogue," Weston said in a totally different voice. 

Ana thought a moment and felt a slight fear suddenly. Oh no, she knew what she forgot, and now she knew He would ask her what should be done about it. 

"I forgot to call You 'Sir,' Sir. I am so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. It won't happen again. I promise I won't forget again Sir." She stumbled over her speech. 

"No Ana, I know you won't forget again, but now what should I do to make sure you do not forget?" He whispered. 

"You should punish me, Sir," Ana said without hesitation. 

"Yes you will be punished. Open your desk drawer, Ana. Tell me the items inside please," Weston asked. 

Ana quickly got the drawer open. "Sir, there are pens, pencils, scrap paper, rubber bands, paper clips, tape, and a ruler," she said quickly. 

Weston thought for a moment. His mind looked at details of everything she said. 

"Ana, I want you to go to the supply closet and get two of those black binder clips. Medium sized is the best," He said. 

Ana asked, "May I go now, Sir?" 

"Yes, go now and hurry," Weston responded. 

Ana hurried out of the office after placing the phone down, went to the supply area, and looked around for what He wanted. She found two of a medium size and some small ones. She grabbed the two clips and rushed back to the phone. Her cunt ached badly. It was on fire. She had never felt this hot before. She returned to the phone. 

"I am back, Sir," she said. 

"Very good, Ana," He replied 

"Now Ana, this is what you are to do. Is there anyone in your office that can see you right now?" He asked. 

"No Sir," Ana replied 

"Good. I will assume you are wearing a dress. I want you to pull up your dress. Pull your panties down and then attach one clip to the left shaved petal and the other to the right. Do this now Ana," Wes said in a very sultry voice. 

Ana was in awe, but she replied, "Yes, Sir." Ana's fingers trembled as the dress was lifted, revealing silky white flesh. Her panties were soaked, to her surprise. She pulled them back and attached the clips to first one side then the other. Oh god, her mind was screaming as the clips burned like mad. It felt like her pussy was in a vice. She then had to sit down. As she did so her body went nuts. Ana was panting, trying to breathe through this pain. She picked the phone up and tried to hold very still. 




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"I am back, Sir," she managed to pant out. 

"Ah yes, you feel the burn, Ana, don't you?" He asked. 

"Yes Sir, I feel it, but it is beginning to grow numb like the clothespins did." she said. 

Weston knew by the time this was over she would hate these clips. He instructed Ana to put place her fingers against the clit, to begin teasing it, rubbing it harder. 

"Oh god, Sir, please, this hurts so badly." she cried. 

"Well, it isn't supposed to feel good, is it?" He asked. 

Ana rolled her fingers over her clit, then slid two fingers into the tight well, feeling a tremendous amount of moisture. She was surprised that this made her as hot as it did. The blush suffused her cheeks as she continued stimulating her clit, which in turn stimulated the clips. She bit back a moan. 

Weston heard the moan on the phone. Yes, now was the time to go. Weston told Ana to keep the clips on until He called her back. She was to go to the bathroom and move them ¼ of an inch every fifteen minutes. Ana heard His words. 

Weston also said, "And, you will play with your hot little cunt every five minutes for a minute. That is what you want, right? You are soaked like a little slut, aren't you? Your body betrays your mind as it craves even this punishment," Weston said. 

Ana was still in denial, but she knew He was right. She could not lie to Him. "Yes Sir," she said. 

"Good girl. I will call you later. Don't forget," Weston said. 

"Yes Sir, and no Sir, I won't forget," She replied. 

Ana began to smell herself as she got wetter and wetter. The first trip to the bathroom she thought she would die. The pain was incredible. The binder wouldn't release the flesh. Once it did though, the blood rushed back to that spot, leaving a huge throbbing pain. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, her other hand reached and moved the other pin. She prayed Sir would not keep her like this for long. 

Ana was dying after the second move of the clips. Her pussy was red, swollen, and aching. Her clit was hard, and about to explode. The silk panties were so wet she had to lift the dress to sit on the seat so as not to get it wet. The more she played the more it aggravated the clips, but it also increased the desire ten-fold. Ana jumped as the phone rang. 

"Hello, Ana," Weston's low voice said. 

"Hello, Sir," Ana replied. 

"Have you been doing as I asked? Have you been a good girl, Ana?" He said. 

"Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir, a very good girl, Sir," she said quickly. 

"Are you wet, Ana? Is that hot pussy dripping with your juices?" He asked. 

"Yes Sir, I can smell me," she said. 

"Yes, and just think, now others can probably smell you to. Just think of the next person coming in the room and smelling that smell, the smell of a naughty slut," He said in such a melting voice. 

"Ana stick you hand between your legs. Slip two fingers inside and gather that honey for me. I want you to then bring it to your nose and rub a little upon your lips. Then clean your fingers. Make sure I hear you, Ana, or we will begin again," He instructed. 

Ana's hand moved quickly between her thighs. She wanted to get these clips off. They were killing her poor labia. She wanted to cum as well. Her body was on fire. Slipping two fingers deep inside elicited a loud moan. She was reluctant to remove her fingers as it felt soo good. Ana's fingers lifted to her nose. She inhaled that aroma of her sex. Cheeks turned red fire as the smell seemed all around her. Ana rubbed some on her lips. Then she licked them clean into the phone, sucking her fingers like she would give anything to suck His cock. 

"Good girl, Ana," Weston said. 

"Thank You, Sir. Sir, please, the clips. Please, may I take them off yet," She begged. 

"Are you sure you have learned the lesson, Ana?" He asked. 

"Yes Sir, I have, I have," She cried. 

"What was the lesson, Ana?" He asked her. 

"To not forget to say 'Sir,' Sir," Ana replied.

"Well, that was the punishment, but the lesson was different. Think about it, Ana. What are you?" He asked. 

Ana's mind was so focused on the clips she could not think clearly. She didn't know. She had stammered through a few guesses when He finally asked her. 

"Ana, are you a slut?" He asked. 

"Yes Sir, I am Sir. Please, yes I am," She cried out. 

"Ana, you may remove the clips, but I want them kept in your purse from now on. Do not forget them every day. Remember this as well. Remember this lesson. I want you to write an essay on how this felt to you. Leave nothing out. Tell me what you are. Tell me what you did," Weston said. 

Ana agreed to His instructions, knowing it would be hard to write, "I am a slut." But she said it, so she was bound to be able to write it down. She was so hot and bothered she wanted to be used so terribly bad. She went to the restroom and removed those awful clips. Her body throbbed more. She cleaned the clips and placed them in her purse. 

"Talk to you soon, Ana," Weston said. 

"Yes Sir," She said. 

Later that day, she was about to go home when the phone rang again. She almost swooned at the voice on the other end. He had called to wish her a great night and to offer a few more instructions. 

"Hello. Ana. I want you, when you get home, to lay on the bed and play with your pussy. I want you to use your hand to make yourself cum. You are allowed to cum, but no less than five times before you go to sleep. Understand?" He asked. 

"Yes, Sir. I have to cum at least five times," Ana replied. 

"Good girl. You are doing well? Any questions? Anything bothering you?" He asked. 

"Well, not really, things are going fairly well," Ana said. 

"Oh no, Ana, it is something, so spill it now," Weston said. 

"Just I do not understand how my body became so excited by the pain of those clips. They really hurt, but I was so wet," Ana said. 

"It is not a bad thing, Ana. Do not worry. A lot of women react the same way to pain. It's like a pain that is both pain and pleasure. It is not abnormal. I want you to include that in your essay and also your journal. We will talk more tomorrow. Goodnight, Ana," Weston said. 

"Yes Sir, and goodnight Sir," Ana replied. 

Anastasia gathered her belonging from work and walked out the door of the office. Walking seemed to take a little more effort on her part now. Her pussy was so hot, puffy, irritated, and downright sore from the punishment. At the same time, her panties were still soaked from the juices of the predicament. Her mind was in turmoil still regarding how she could be wet with those damn clips biting into her tender flesh like a clamp on an IV line. Lush lips turned upwards as she thought about Weston. Her cunt began to throb at just His name. Ana shook herself out of the daydream and headed home. 

Anastasia got out of the car gingerly. She hurriedly went for the front door as now there was a spot of moisture on the back of her dress. The wind rustled by just then, slipping up her thighs like the breath of a lover. Fumbling with the keys as her teeth sunk into the lower lip, moaning softly at the gentle whisper, Ana pushed the door open to find nobody was home. She checked the answering machine and luck was on her side. No one would be home for a few hours. 

Ana felt like a school girl almost, hiding and sneaking to experience something so sensual that words paled to describe it properly. Oh, Ana was getting in deep, way too deep. She lay back upon the bed with toys along side. Fingers pulled the dress up as hands yanked the panties down. She unbuttoned her blouse so that she had access to everything but could quickly cover up if someone came home early. Ana was so focused on Weston that nothing in the world seemed more important than pleasing Him and His desires. 

Slowly her fingers ran up between the swollen petals, running past the sore areas with a painful but delightful moan. Ana's fingers fluttered over the pearl, the nub so swollen and hard, pulling upon it, thinking of His mouth suckling on the pleasure pulse. "Oh god," Ana said. She squirmed on the bed as the tightness began slowly to build in her belly. 

"Ring, Ring," 

"Ring, Ring" 

"Ring, Ring" 

Anastasia about fell off the bed, hearing the phone ringing. She grabbed the receiver and panted out "Hello." Her clit was throbbing, aching, pulsating. All she wanted was to cum. She needed to oh so badly, and now here it was the phone had interrupted. 

"Hello, Ana," Weston's sexy voice said on the other end. 

Ana was breathless. Her heart pounded erratically as His voice melted all over her sweat covered body. Her mind split in a million directions as her juices flooded her well once again. 

"Sir!" Ana said, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you. What a wonderful surprise." 

"Have you been a good girl? Have you been masturbating to cum five times as instructed, Ana?" Weston asked. 

"Yes Sir, I have been. I was doing so when the phone rang. Now the feelings are ten times worse. I need to cum so badly. Please, Sir, please let me cum. Oh god, I can't stand it any longer. It is so hot and aches terribly," Ana said. 

"Good girl," Weston said. 

Those two words Ana lived for day in and day out. As she heard them it just excited her even more. Her nipples were rock hard. They ached to be suckled and bitten. Her finger absently pulled, twisted, and pinched one bud without even realizing what she was doing. 

"Ana, I want you to do exactly what I say when I say it, and I will consider allowing you to cum, but only if you obey, and only if you are good," Weston said, His voice just oozing passion, lust and sex all in one tone. 

"Yes Sir, I promise to obey and be a good girl, Sir. Please just please don't make me wait anymore," She pleaded. 

"Are your toys there, Ana?" Weston asked. 

"Yes Sir, they are here," replied Ana. Her voice was shaking. Her body was melting. Ana was becoming lost in the voice on the phone and the overwhelming response it had to the voice. 

"Ana, place the nipple clamps on, one on each nipple. You may place the phone down while you do so, then let me know it is done," Weston said. He knew from Ana's words during their chats that Ana loved to have her nipples bitten. Wonder if she would still like that after these clamps? Well, we would see. 

Ana placed the clamps on. "Ow, ow, ow," she cried. "That was the first one. Oh, ow, oh oh," she cringed. "That was the second one." The intense fire that ripped through the buds was like someone had just bitten her nipples clean off, without any foreplay. "They are on, Sir," Ana panted out. 

"Good girl. Now, I want you to imagine being at my feet with those clamps on, My hand occasionally pulling upon the chain to get your attention. You know that if you are not focused on me that the pulls will be harder. I know little Ana does not want that to happen, do you Ana?" He said. 

"No Sir!" She immediately cried out. These clamps were nothing like the clothespins. These held tight and didn't bend. The chain seemed to pull them towards each other. 

"Ana, I want you to slide your fingers into that naughty pussy of yours and begin to rub that clit hard. You do not have to respond all the time, just moan or yell or something so I know you are focused. Listen to my voice, Ana. Imagine my hand there, and how hard I would do these things. Then I want you to do them," He said. 

Ana was already rubbing her clit, hard and fast. The tension was already high because His voice seemed to take her to heights she could never imagine before. Just His voice. She was moaning softly as her pleasure nub began to throb more, moaning a little louder with each stroke. 

"Ana, your other hand is to pull and release the chain the hangs between your nipples. Pull and release. Don't stop rubbing. Keep rubbing as you pull. Don't stop, Ana. Faster. Harder. PULL Ana. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! God!!!! It hurts!!!!" Ana cried. 

"Ahh, that is it, Ana, keep going. Pull and release," Weston said. Hearing her in the predicament made His cock hard, but this call wasn't for Him. This was all for her. There would be other times for Him to cum with her, but not today. 

Ana was squirming on the bed as the pain began to change. The burning was something she was craving as she pulled harder. Her clit wasn't getting enough stimulation and it was driving her over the edge, the spiral building higher, tighter. "Please Sir, oh god, it feels so bad and good. I don't think I can do this," Ana cried out. 

"Yes, you can, Ana. Now I want you to take your hand and stop pulling the chain. Spread your shaved lips apart so that your clit is exposed to the air. Now Ana, stop rubbing. With your other hand I want you to smack that clit hard. I mean it. Don't do it easy, because then I can't hear it. Understand?" He said. 

"Oh my god. Yes, I understand, Sir," Ana said. Ana eyes were wide open but everything was on fire. She was going to explode, but she needed more before that could happen. She released the chain and spread those lips, allowing the hooded skin to poke out. SMACK, screams, SMACK, screams, SMACK, screams. "Oh god. Please, Sir, oh, oh," She screamed out. 

"I can't hear it, Ana. Harder. Let me hear it, Ana. Smack that dirty cunt hard. Make those juices audible with those smacks. I want to hear it, Ana. HARDER!" Weston said in a very stern voice. 

Ana responded by smacking over and over again, harder each time, louder. She knew He had to be able to hear it now, smacking, writhing on the bed, moaning as the pain was forgotten, just this incredible urge to cum overtaking her, crying out as each smack hurt, but felt so good. 

"I can't hear you again, Ana. If I can't hear you, you will start all over again. Is this what you want?" He asked. 

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Sir," Ana cried. 

She smacked her pussy harder, and harder still. Her hand was red. Her lips were red. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. She was in a daze almost. SMACK! SMACK! Her mind was with Him. She could feel His hand doing this to her. She moaned louder, finally hearing the words she had been dying to hear. 

"Cum NOW Ana!!! Cum now, like the slut you are. Pull those clamps off as well, NOW," Weston ordered. 

Ana bucked on the bed as the final smacks brought her over the edge. She pulled the clamps off her nipples in one fluid motion. The intensity was overwhelming, making her scream out over and over as the shooting fire exploded deep in her belly. Her juices flooded her hand. She couldn't stay still on the bed as the waves of pleasure engulfed her, panting through the moans of the pleasure, finally stopping. Lying there, she breathed hard heart pumped fast, and sweat poured from every gland. 

Weston listened to her smacking those velvet lips, knowing she had no idea how hard He would smack them if given a chance, but He pushed her harder anyway. He could hear them, but told her He could not. He knew she was nearly ready though when her pain began to sound like pleasure. Listening to her screams as she came made the precum shoot against His underwear. Yes, she was a good slut. She would submit well. 

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to cum," She said. 

"Who did I allow to cum, Ana?" Weston asked. 

"A slut, Sir, Ana the slut," Ana said. 

"Good girl, Ana. You have pleased me. Now relax. Run your fingers up and down your belly in soft subtle strokes, while we talk. I know that the clamps, and now the spanking of your pussy, are going to confuse you. Your response to them, honestly it is normal, and nothing for you to fear. We will explore other avenues and find what triggers your responses the most." 

"Yes Sir, I would like that, Sir. It is confusing to feel this pain and then suddenly it is the most intense pleasure one could ever feel, but I have always heard that pain is pain, and no pleasure could be derived from it, so this was a little unnerving for me, Sir," Ana said. 

"I know it was, Ana, but you will learn over time what is real pain verses what is painful pleasure," Weston said. 

The two talked a little about the orgasm and the intensity. He instructed her to clean any toys she used later, when she came the other four times. He had given her this one as a gift. They talked about her work, his work, things at home, and how those things were going. Ana was so entranced by Him she could barely breathe at times during the conversation. Her glazed expression began to change to one that was alert and oriented. Her body was sore. Oh god, she did not have any idea how sore she would be. 

"Wow, Sir, I am so sore. I had no idea. This feels like I was beat up or something. My muscles ache terribly," Ana said. 

"Yes darlin, that is normal as well. You will need to soak in a very warm bath tonight, though I warn you, where those clips were will sting like mad, so just ease into the water. Soak and perhaps cum in the bath where its nice and warm and the water caresses you. Think of that water as being me," Weston said. 

"Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmm, I can do that, Sir. I will do that, Sir. It was so beautiful, Sir. Thank you for staying after the orgasm, Sir. I feel I would have been lost without you here," Ana said. 

"Of course, Ana, it is part of my job to see to you physically, emotionally, and mentally. You were in a place that it is not good to be left alone. You might have had questions when you became fully alert again. You may have needed something. On the phone is different. Think real life. If we were together doing this, think how I probably would have brought you water, held you in my arms until your breathing slowed and your body relaxed," Weston said. 

"Yes, I read something about that, Sir. It is called aftercare or something?" She queried. 

"Yes, Ana, that is correct. Before you ask, yes, you did achieve sub space. It was a very small amount of time, but you were there," Weston said in a caressing voice. 

Ana was shocked. She didn't realize. Now she wondered what deep subspace felt like. She would find out one day, she knew, with Weston, she hoped. If not, it would be another. Someday though, she would feel it real life, as in flesh and blood. Perhaps it would be with Weston. Who knew? 

Weston was thinking along the same lines of real life. It would be nice to meet Ana and put her through her paces, once she was trained some more. She still had a long way to go. 

"Ana, I have to go now. Are you doing alright?" He asked. 

"Yes Sir, I am ok and feel wonderful. Thank You again, Sir," Ana said. 

"Goodnight, Ana. Talk with you tomorrow. Don't forget your assignments," Weston said. 

"Goodnight, Sir. No, I won't forget. How could I?" Ana replied. 

Ana hung up the phone, lay there a few moments, then began putting her things away. She stripped down and placed the clothing into the basket, ran a hot bath, and soaked until the water began to cool. Her thoughts and dreams were of Weston that night, and she just could not wait until the next time they met. 



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The conference had been something of a bore, but getting a chance to catch up with Melinda had been good. Faith and I had been good friends with Melinda and her now ex-husband Toby back when we had lived in Canberra. Good friends that had indulged in some experimentation consisting of foursomes and threesomes. The end of their relationship had been a bit ugly but we had endeavoured to remain neutral in their fight, hoping that it would all become civilised. After a pleasant dinner with Melinda I was now in her spare room and waiting for Faith, my wife, to call me. To pass the time and quicken my libido I was flicking through a copy of Vixen that I had picked up at one of Canberra's many sex oriented establishments. It was a necessary stop during visits to the Nation's capital.

I dropped the magazine at the sound of my phone ringing. A quick glance at the screen confirmed it was Faith.

'Hi babe.'

'Hello,' she said and I sensed her happiness to hear my voice. It warmed me. 'How was your night?'

'Pretty good and now it just got better by snuggling into bed and talking to you.'

'Hmmm,' Faith murmured and I smiled. 'I just got home, have you been waiting long?'

'Not really, been reading.'

'What were you reading?'

'Vixen,' I said. 

'Isn't that a swingers' magazine?'

'Uh huh,' I replied. For some reason Faith's use of the word swinger made my cock harden.

'Are there any ads in there that interest you?'

'I don't know, I haven't had a good look through it yet. I was reading the story.'

'What's it about?' There was an edge to my wife's voice that increased my arousal. Sometimes when we had sex, or when things were hotting up between us, I would hear that tone and know that I was in for a particularly wild time. It was a sign that she wanted to play games, such as the time she blindfolded me and made me call her by one of one her friend's names as we had sex. 

'It's a story about a woman who owns one of those shops...' I grasped for the right word.

'What sort of shop?' Faith asked.

'Women's underwear and stuff,' I explained.

'Lingerie?' she asked, laughing.

'Yeah, that's it!' Hearing the word I couldn't understand why I hadn't remembered it.

'Are you pissed?'

'A little,' I admitted. The alcohol I had consumed had not seemed to affect me, but now lying in bed, my head felt like it was floating a little, and perhaps my sudden difficulty with the English language could be explained.

'And horny?'

'A little.'

'Reading Vixen and you're just a little horny?' Faith pressed.

'Maybe more than a little,' I admitted.

'So having dinner and a few drinks at Melinda's place has got you all horny?'

'No, being away from you has made me lonely, reading Vixen got me started, and being a little drunk, lying in bed with your voice in my ear is making me horny.'

'So my voice does it for you?'

'That's what you do to me.' I reached down and stroked my half erect shaft through the satin of my boxers.

'Hmmm,' Faith replied, sounding non-committal. 'So what did you and Melinda talk about?'

'Lots of talk about the kids and Toby et cetera,' I replied. 'Then she got on to how lonely she's feeling here and how much she misses us.'

'Us?'

'Yes, said she wishes we had been closer so she felt she had someone to support her...'

'Oh, that's nice, you know, that she'd like our support.'

'So how's your night been?' I asked, recalling that Faith had been to a barbeque at Rob and Claire's place.

'It was fine, the usual bunch, but they're a good bunch.'

'Did you drive?' I asked, hoping that my concern wasn't too evident.

'No, it's all right; Claire picked me up and dropped me home.'

'That's good then. Are you pissed?'

'A little.'

'Seems we're both a little pissed then,' I laughed. 'What about the other?'

'What other?' Faith asked.

'Horny?' I lowered my voice conspiratorially. 

'Maybe,' Faith sounded like she squirmed as she spoke. 

'Good.'

'Why?'

'Because we can play with ourselves as we talk.'

'Oh, you are horny. You sure it's just my voice?'

'Well, Melinda and I did talk about things we did in the past,' I said.

'Like what?' Faith murmured, but I could tell by the low tone of her voice that she knew what I meant.

'About the things you and I and her and Toby got up to when we lived in Canberra.'

'Like what?'

'You remember,' I said, suddenly feeling coy.

'Tell me,' Faith breathed.

'We talked about the first time it happened, when Toby came home late from work and the three of us were pretty drunk and she flat out asked him if she could sleep with us.' It had been something of a surprise at the time. The intention had been for Melinda to ask Toby after we left rather than put him on the spot in front of us. Instead he had laughed, joined us for a few drinks and the four of us ended up mostly naked on the floor of their living room.

'I remember coming very hard against Toby's mouth, he was rather gifted with his tongue.' Faith sounded a little dreamy now and I knew that she was playing with herself as she recalled the evening.

'Hmm, I remember watching you go down on him, the way his cock curved a little and you just slid him into your mouth.' The memory of watching Faith's red lips slide down another man's cock had me straining at full erection now, as it had then.

'Didn't it make you a little jealous watching me do that to another man?'

'No, you know it didn't,' I replied. I sometimes thought that Faith was testing me by asking the same question over and over. We had only been dating for a short while when that happened, now we were married. How she could think that I could think anything less of her because of that bemused me.

'Not even a little?'

'Did it make you jealous when I ran my tongue over Melinda's clit?'

'No, it turned me on.' Faith was sounding more distant and I envied that being in the warmth of Darwin, she could lie naked on the couch if she wanted, while here in Canberra I had to keep warm under the doona. I would have preferred to have been lying on top of the covers.

'And what did Melinda remember?' 

I was feeling very turned on now, so I chose provocative words deliberately. 'She said she remembers me standing in front of her while she kneeled on the floor and I fucked her mouth.'

'Oh God.' Faith was getting to the point of no return. 

'We talked about how I came in her mouth.' We had talked about it, though only a few minutes ago I had not planned to discuss that with Faith. The vagaries of distance and separation can make such third party recollections very inappropriate over the phone, but now...

'Did you come hard?' It was an almost mandatory question that my wife liked to ask.

'Yes, I remember my come running down her chin.' Melinda had been the first woman to let me come in her mouth. Faith had since taken up that challenge and with her intimate knowledge of what I liked and didn't like, it was a far more fulfilling experience as she used her tongue on me while I came. Melinda had told me that she loved the power of having a man come in her mouth, that the pleasure she could give acted as an aphrodisiac. More power to her was my feeling.

'Uh huh. So Melinda is turned on too.'

'Maybe, probably.' I paused, but Faith said nothing. 'Maybe she's lying in bed right now playing with herself.'

'Oh God I'm so turned on now.'

'Me too.'

'Hmmm,' Faith murmured. 'I should go to the bedroom then.'

'Yes. Though if I was there with you I'd drag you onto the balcony and fuck you against the railing.' It was something that we had done more than once, with the thrill of possibly being caught adding to the stimulation of our lovemaking. I was stroking myself using just the tips of my thumb and forefinger, not wanting to go too far too soon.

'Jane and Brad are having a barbecue on their balcony,' Faith said as she walked to the bedroom. Even over the phone I could hear the change in the acoustics as she walked down the tiled corridor to our bedroom. Brad and Jane were our neighbours and I knew that Faith thought that Brad was a good looking guy.

'Well we'd give them an impromptu sex show then,' I replied.

'Oh shit,' Faith exclaimed, 'I washed the sheets and haven't made the bed yet.' Our repartee was interrupted abruptly.

'Bugger,' I sympathised. 'What you want to do?'

'Well I have to make the bed don't I?' Her tone was that of someone stating the bloody obvious.

'Wanna ring me back when you're settled then?' I asked.

'Yeah, ok, it won't take me long.'

'Wear something sexy then.'

'Why? You can't see it.'

'I can in my mind.'

'Call you soon.'

'Okay.' As the line clicked off I reached down for the copy of Vixen, determined to maintain my state of arousal. On the cover a rather attractive blonde had a penis in her mouth and another fucking her. It was something that Faith had never expressed an interest in, albeit something that I had wondered if she would like to try. I flicked through the magazine and was looking for ads from people in Darwin when a light knock sounded at my door. Startled, I checked to see if my erection was showing. It wasn't. 

'Yeah?' I called out, hoping my voice wasn't sounding throaty. The door opened and Melinda peered in.

'Just checking to see if you're awake, I saw the light on...'

'Ah yeah, sure,' I sat up, aware of my semi nakedness and the magazine now sitting on the bed cover. My erection was quickly subsiding. 'I was just on the phone to Faith,' I offered unnecessarily.

'Oh, I'm not interrupting?' 

'No, no, she had to make the bed, she'll ring back in a few minutes.' I hoped that Melinda would get the message. Despite all the talk, I was anxious to get back to Faith and wherever our phone call was heading. In spite of the past between us, I wasn't really interested in Melinda any more, Faith far and away fulfilled my fantasy life.

'Some light reading?' Melinda entered the room further and picked up the copy of Vixen, smiling as she did so. 

'Ah, yes,' I replied, feeling somehow vulnerable, despite the fact that she was wearing a thin satin robe while I was hidden under the covers, I felt exposed and on the back foot. My mind was racing through the conversation I had just had with Faith and wondering what I would say if Melinda asked me what we had talked about. 

'Sorry,' she offered, 'I shouldn't have barged in, I was just lying in bed awake, got up for a drink and saw your light on.' She looked up from the magazine, 'I thought maybe I could get you something.' 

I wasn't sure if there was a hidden meaning in her offer, so I just shook my head. 'No, that's okay.' Melinda nodded, her blonde hair swaying. She was a natural blonde, I remembered that much, although she had a tendency to remove most of her pubic hair. The thought sent a tingle through my groin.

'So how was Faith's night out?' she asked.

'Good, she said she enjoyed herself.'

'You look uncomfortable,' Melinda said.

'Ah, I, no, I'm just...' I felt myself redden.

'You two were about to have phone sex weren't you?' She laughed.

'Ha, um, yes we were.'

'So you're feeling horny?'

I grinned self-consciously and tried to avoid meeting her stare. 

'God, I wish I could fuck someone tonight,' she said. 'All that talk...'

'Hmm,' I smiled apologetically and hoped I sounded non-committal. I wanted to point out that it had been her that had raised the topic of our past escapades and continued on it all night, so she couldn't blame me for her state.

Then the phone rang.

'Hi,' I said, hoping Melinda would get the hint and leave.

'Hmm, that's better,' Faith's voice purred, transporting me at once to our bedroom. I could smell the clean sheets, feel the firmness of the mattress, visualised the fan spinning quietly and pictured Faith's slim body lying on the bed.

'Melinda's here,' I said, unsure of what else to say.

'Oh really? Intending to relive a few memories?' Her sarcasm was clear.

'She knocked just after you hung up...' I began to protest.

'How convenient, maybe I should have taken longer to make the bed.'

'No...' 

Melinda must have sensed my unease and plucked the phone from my hand.

'Hi Faith, just wanted to say sorry for interrupting, I didn't know you guys were on the phone.' She listened for a while then smiled.

'Well, he did tell me you two were about to have phone sex, so I'll let you get back to it. I'll call you tomorrow and we can chat then.'

'Okay, bye,' Melinda handed back the phone and waved goodbye to me before slipping out of the door, clicking it closed behind her.

'It's just us,' I said, relieved.

'Hmmm, just as well, I thought something was going on.'

'There will be soon,' I said, lowering my voice.

'What?' Faith sounded indignant.

'On this phone line,' I said, exasperated.

'Oh,' Faith giggled.

'So what sexy things are you wearing for me?'

'White cotton undies.' 

'And?'

'Nothing else.'

'Yummy,' I replied, feeling the familiar tingle in my groin. 'Can Brad see you from their balcony?' I couldn't help myself.

'Very funny, at least I don't have someone else in my bedroom.'

'Nor do I,' I bantered good naturedly, hearing in her tone that there was no tension between us.

'What're you wearing?' she asked.

'Just my boxers and a hard on,' I replied.

'Yum!'

'Satin feels good against it,' I offered.

'Are you playing with yourself?' Faith's voice was slightly breathless.

'Uh huh.'

'I bet Melinda would want to watch.' The words were so unexpected I was thrown off balance.

'Probably,' I replied, 'but she can't. Mind you she did tell me she wanted sex, it seems our talk got to her too.' I was pushing the boundaries a little, but was pretty sure that it would turn Faith on more rather than anger her.

'What did she say exactly?'

'That she wished she could fuck someone tonight.'

'What would you do to her if she was there?' I was right, but wasn't sure how far to take the fantasy.

'Whatever you told me to,' I replied. 

'Oh,' came her breathless response.

'Are you touching yourself?' I decided to try and re-direct the conversation back to us.

'Yes.'

'Have you got your vibrator out?'

'No...'

'Get it,' I commanded. I heard the rustle of bedclothes and pictured her lithe body as she leaned across and retrieved it from the bedside drawer. 

'Got it,' Faith said expectantly.

'Good, turn it on so it's twisting slowly, and then run it along the outside of your undies.'

'Uh huh.' I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but I thought I could detect the quiet humming of the small motor that could provide Faith with so much pleasure.

'Push it harder against yourself,' I said. I had closed my eyes and was picturing Faith lying in the dark, her knees parted, then closing as little ripples of pleasure expanded from her centre through her body. Her stomach would be tense and her nipples hardening. I stroked myself and listened.

'Talk to me,' Faith breathed, 'tell me what you'd make Melinda do.'

'Okay,' I said, deciding that this was the fantasy that she wanted to hear. The edge was back in her voice. 'First, I'd make her kneel beside the bed and I'd sit on the side, slide my cock out of my boxers and make her lick the tip.' I paused and heard Faith groan. 'I'd hold myself and rub it across her tongue and lips, and then I'd slide it into her mouth,' another groan and I could tell that Faith was starting to peak. 'I'd hold the back of her head and guide her all the way down, then back, tell her to use her tongue...'

The sound of Faith's climax cut me off and I found myself holding my breath as I listened to her come. It had been far quicker than I had expected and spoke volumes about how aroused she was.

'Oh wow,' she said and I pictured her in a tangle of bedclothes, her dark hair ruffled as she collapsed back against the pillows.

'Did you come hard?'

'Yes,' she replied.

'Yummy.'

'Hmmm.' We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. I continued to stroke myself, stopping when Faith spoke suddenly.

'I want you to do it.'

'Make myself come now?'

'No, not like that. With her, go and get her and treat her like a prostitute.' It was another of our favourite games, where Faith would be a prostitute I had called for. For an hour I would get her to do things that I wanted. Invariably the power would switch somewhere during the hour, but we were both usually beyond caring by then.

'No.' I liked the fantasy, but I didn't feel comfortable with the idea in reality.

'I want you to...'

'But...'

'Do it for me. So I can listen.'

'Are you sure?' I wasn't, so I was trying to get Faith to say that she wasn't either.

'Absolutely.' There was silence again. 'I've put the vibrator back on myself. I'm going to come again, but I'm not going to help you come unless you do what I want.'

I smiled. It was typical of Faith to want control, to want it on her terms. And typically it involved pleasure for me.

'Okay,' I whispered.

'Quick, take me with you.'

I swung out of bed and stood up, conscious of my erection. My heart hammered as I turned the handle of the door and opened it into the small corridor. 

'The light's on in the lounge,' I told her, 'and I think the tv is on.'

'Good, keep telling me what's going on.' 

'I'm walking down the corridor.' I stopped in the doorway to the lounge and saw the back of Melinda's head. She was sitting in her comfy chair watching the tv. On the screen naked figures writhed together and I realised that she was watching an adult video with the sound mostly turned down.

'She's watching a porno,' I said and smiled as Melinda jumped in her chair at the sound of my voice. She turned and looked at me in surprise, then smiled, her eyes wide behind her glasses as she saw the bulge in my boxers.

'Stand in front of her,' Faith said. I obeyed, but experienced a moment of self doubt. Then I recalled that she had started the sex talk with me, kept it going for half the night, entered my room, admitted she was envious that I was going to have phone sex and that she wanted sex as she flicked through my copy of Vixen while sitting on my bed. 

'What are you doing?' she asked, looking up at me.

'Faith wants me to stand in front of you,' I explained as though that would make my intentions clear.

'I thought you two were going to have phone sex?'

'Tell her we are,' Faith's voice sounded in my ear and I realised that she could hear Melinda.

'She said that we are.'

'Oh?' Melinda's eyes seemed to widen again and she looked at my bulge.

'What's she doing?' Faith asked.

'Looking at my boxers,' I said, somewhat emboldened now.

'Take them off.'

'What?'

'Take them off!' she repeated with annoyance. 

'No.'

'What does Faith want you to do?' Melinda spoke so softly that I almost didn't hear her.

'Nothing...'

'Tell her what I said,' Faith ordered.

'Give me the phone,' Melinda said, reaching up. I handed it to her then stood there feeling even more exposed, as though somehow the small electronic device had offered some protection. I watched, feeling helpless as Melinda listened for a short while, aware that my erection was subsiding. Melinda suddenly sat forward and reached out, pulling my boxers down with one hand. They caught on my hip and without thinking I reached down and pulled the other side down. We both looked down as my cock seemed to respond by bobbing up and down as though looking around the room.

'He's hard,' Melinda said. She reached out and caressed me with her fingers. It had been some years since such contact had occurred between us and her touch felt different, not as familiar as Faith's. Nor as skilled.

'Uh huh,' she said and then urged me closer. I stepped forward and she opened her mouth and I thrust forward and into her. At once her lips closed around me and her tongue began to caress the tip. She reached up and handed me the phone, her mouth continuing to work on me. 




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'Is it good?' Faith's voice floated to me from what seemed a long way off, which I suppose it was. 

'Yes,' I gasped, holding the phone against my ear and trying to stop my knees from collapsing forward against the chair.

'Tell me what it feels like.'

'Um, her mouth is hot and wet, she's running her tongue around the head. Oh. Uh! She's just slid her mouth all the way to the bottom, I can feel the back of her throat.' It was something that Melinda was good at, though she did like to keep her pace slow. Still, in my present state of arousal that was probably better than the fast and furious action that Faith and I preferred.

'Yum,' Faith replied and I could sense that the vibrator was back in action. My lust was beginning to take hold so I reached down and grabbed a handful of Melinda's long blonde hair. 

'I've got her by the hair and now I'm fucking her mouth,' I said, thrusting my hips back and forward as I held Melinda's head still. 

'Oh God!' 

'She's still using her tongue,' I commented. Melinda had stopped moving and placed her hands on my thighs. There was no danger of me choking her, I'm of average size and her skill at deep throat fellatio was above average.

'Mmmm.' Melinda moved one of her hands to stroke me but I slapped it away. I was already getting close and didn't want to come just yet.

'Should I fuck her?'

'Yes,' Faith's words were strained and I knew that she was close to coming again. The thought crossed my mind that if she did come again, that she may not want to be involved in this scene that was unfurling over the phone. I pulled Melinda's head back, the extraction of my cock accompanied by a wet sucking sound, then dragged her upright.

'Take the robe off and turn around,' I said and she obeyed at once, dropping the robe in a satin puddle around her feet. She was naked underneath and I knew then that her 'visit' to my room had been intended for other than a brief chat. I looked down at the naked body I had not seen for some time, noting that her pink nipples were erect and protruded from her mid sized breasts that sagged only a little. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and then I pushed her forward so that she was kneeling on the chair, her arms on the back and her butt thrust towards to me. Her bare pussy lips pouted wetly at me and I moved forward. There was something about her willing compliance that made me think that she either had played this game before, or simply enjoyed doing as she was told sexually.

'I'm holding my cock and rubbing it across her pussy,' I told Faith. Her lips were damp and protruded slightly and so I worked the tip of my cock between them, preparing her for my entry.

'Oh, yes.'

'I've slipped the tip inside,' I said as I did so. She felt good, wet but not too much. 'She's ready,' I informed my wife, feeling a savage lustful elation that both Faith and Melinda were turned on by my actions. I thrust forward hard enough to almost topple the chair, sinking myself into her up to the base of my cock.

'Tell me more,' Faith gasped.

'I'm deep inside her and I'm fucking her.'

'Oh,' she whispered.

'I'm looking down and watching my cock slide in and out, she's shaved, and is getting very wet.' I was starting to lose control a little now. Melinda was thrusting back at me in small motions, as much as she could given that she was virtually pinned to the chair.

'Slap her.'

I did so, the sound of my hand on her pale buttock loud and the action extracting a yelp from Melinda, who none the less thrust back against me with increased vigour.

'I think she likes it,' I said into the phone. Melinda hung her head over the back of the chair, her hips gyrating while her upper body remained still, her breasts swaying back and forth in time with our thrusts. Her blond hair cascaded forward and hid her face. 

'Again,' Faith said. I administered another slap and again she yelped, this time lifting her head, causing her hair to cascade across her back.

'Here!' I said and pushed the phone to Melinda, who took it and pressed it against her ear. With both hands freed, I grabbed her waist and began a steady rhythm, savouring the sensation of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

'He's still fucking me,' she said in a low voice. I reached down and parted her ass cheeks, exposing our coupling fully to my vision. Her puckered pink anus was visible and I reached down and pressed my thumb against it.

'Oh,' she gasped. I pressed harder and was rewarded with her sphincter giving me access. 

'He's put his finger in my arse,' she said. Her breathing was ragged now. I continued to thrust into her, and with every second thrust pushed my thumb deeper into her. I could feel the top of my penis through the membrane as I thrust back and forth, lost in my own lustful desires.

'He's got his finger all the way inside me now,' she gasped. I knew that by now Faith would almost surely have had to come, and I wanted to hear her voice again.

'Gimme the phone,' I panted. 

'Have you come yet?' I asked.

'No. But soon.' Faith's voice was distorted and I felt gratified that I would hear her come.

'I'm going to come too,' I said.

'Yummy.' 

I pulled both my cock and thumb free and stepped back.

'Kneel,' I commanded. Melinda turned and knelt down in front of me. 'Open your mouth,' I ordered. She obeyed.

'I'm pulling myself,' I whispered as I wrapped my free hand around my shaft and began to masturbate. Watching men masturbate was one of the things that Faith loved.

'Oh shit,' Faith groaned. 'Oh, uh, ohhh...' I heard her come. As I pictured her back arched, stomach tense and legs taut I felt my balls contract. 

'Ohhh,' I gasped, 'I'm coming...'

The first spurt leapt across the space and landed on Melinda's cheek. She remained still, her mouth open and inviting. My knees buckled slightly as my second spurt hit her neck and began to trickle down onto her chest. My third struck her chin then I stepped forward and thrust into her mouth. Her tongue lashed me and I was almost forced to pull away, but held on as each successively weaker spasm emptied into her mouth.

Finally, spent, I stepped back. Her chin was covered with my come and as I watched she forced a thin line from between her smeared lips and dribbled downwards. Before her eyes could meet mine I turned and walked back to my room.

'Did you come hard?' Faith's voice was clearer now, as too was mine.

'Oh yes,' I replied, 'and I'm going to sleep very well.'

We all did.



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We are laughing on the phone, teasing each other sexually, and just being playful when you ask me to convey a fantasy to you. I think for a minute, then tell you that I won't tell you about it, but I'll gladly live one out if you're game. You hesitate for a few seconds, then say "what the hell, let's do it!". I tell you to put on your jeans with nothing underneath, wear your longest coat, and meet me at the King of Prussia Mall in 45 minutes.

Once at the mall, I tell you to get into my car and I drive us less than a 1/2 mile up Mall Blvd, and I park off the side of the road. It is approximately 9:00 at night and there is a lot of traffic, but I convince you to dash across the road with me to the telephone booth that is awaiting us on this busy corner. I run effortlessly in my high spiked boots with my short brown skirt and short coat.

We reach the booth and I open the door and enter, and say "c'mon, you're going to fuck me right here while traffic whizzes by!" You look at me in total disbelief and ask "do you realize the light will be on the whole time we're in there?" I tell you "of course baby, that's what makes it so exciting about doing it at night!".

You get in and as I'm facing the phone I pick up the receiver with my left hand as if I'm making a call. You stand behind me and open your coat so that it covers both sides of me. I reach back with my right hand and feel that your cock is already starting to grow, and I tell you how much I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum, right here where anyone and everyone can witness my desire for your masculinity. I candidly tell you that there is no other like you, that your ability to move so flawlessly inside of me sends me into paradise, and that I need to have you right now.

You slowly kiss the back of my neck and nibble on my ear while I continue to stroke your huge cock through your pants. I soon tire of not being able to feel your hard shaft so I put the phone down and reach behind me with both hands and undo your pants, letting your cock pop out instantly, and I grab it tightly and beg you to pack it into my dripping pussy. 

You look around and see cars flying by, none of them appearing to have any interest in us. You then slide your right hand up my skirt and realize I have no panties on. You lift my skirt higher so that you can see my ass, and you tell me how much you want to fuck me, right here and now. I spread my legs a little further and lean forward, picking up the phone again with my left hand to pretend I'm making a call. With my right hand still behind me, I begin to fondle your balls, and you begin to moan in my ear.

Your left hand caresses my ass cheek while your right hand is now stroking your cock. You ask me how bad I want you and I practically cry that I not only want you, I need you right now. I tell you that my pussy has been saturated since we talked on the phone earlier, and there's nothing I want in this world right now more than your big cock thrusting in and out of my eager cunt. 

Suddenly I feel your cock at my opening, and my heart begins to pound with excitement. The headlights are zooming by and I am leaning on the shelf below the phone begging "fuck me please, fuck me hard!" You start to slide into me slowly, then pull out again. I beg you to stuff it in brutally but I know you're going to tease me for a while...and I can't take it! 

I decide that I'm going to take matters into my own hands, and as you slowly attempt to probe my pussy again I quickly reach back and grab both of your ass cheeks and pull them into me so that your cock drives into my pussy with force! I scream with such passion that I no longer care about any cars that may see me. You grab me by my hips and tell me "OK baby, this is what you want...you want me to fuck you hard?" and you start pounding away at my pussy. Your cock is so hard it is reaching the very end of my cunt and causing my body to tremble with anticipation.

We are now lost in our own reverie and have no consideration for anyone else, nor even do we realize anyone else exists. We have abandoned any reservations or anxieties we may have previously sensed, and are aware only of our own reckless desire to satisfy each others powerfully intense sexual appetite. 

I slide my hand down to my pussy and start rubbing my clit as my insides are quivering with a yearning to explode. You continue to hold tightly onto my hips and hammer away at me at a rapid pace, all the while I am moaning and breathing so hard that the glass in the booth is beginning to fog.

As I continue to stand there in my high spiked boots with my skirt pulled up and my bare ass being slightly sheltered by your coat, rubbing my clit feverishly, I begin to feel the tingles that are proclaiming ecstasy. You are still rocking back and forth, feeling my cunt muscles gripping your cock and begging for your cum, when you also feel the onset of a magnificent orgasm. 

I abruptly begin to spasm as I let out the initial gasps of a volatile eruption, and I feel my cum trickling down my inner thighs as you begin to cum inside of me, allowing our juices to mingle and become a composition of both our boundless sexual hunger for, and utter contentment with, one another.

You lean forward onto me and we hold perfectly still, awaiting the last drops of our ravenous blend to become one delicious mixture. As you back away from me I feel us leaking down my inner thigh, but I catch it with my right hand and scoop it up and then place my fingers in my mouth. You then lean into me once again and we kiss deeply and passionately, enjoying the flavor we've created. You zip up your jeans and my skirt falls back into place, and we exit this glass enclosed stage that showcased our unrestrained desire as a tribute of our undying passion towards one another. 



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For Mike's 18th birthday he had off his mom and dad a pay as you go mobile phone. He'd never had a phone before and was exited that he could now text his friends and give girls his mobile numbers and even get some of his fiends to send him some of the port they had been sent.

One of the other things was that he could now phone was the sex phone lines. He'd rang one before but quickly put the phone down when the disclaimer told him to get permission off the bill payer. He had told his Dad that he had phoned a competition hot line so when the bill came through no questions were asked.

His mom and dad had gone out for the day so he was all-alone in the house. Quickly Mike pulled out his recently purchased porn magazine and flipped through to the advert he had seen. The picture was of a blonde haired girl with big boobs, her hands down her white panties and a phone between her shoulder and ear. Mike had seen this earlier and decided that this was going to be his first call on his new mobile.

He undressed and dialed the number kneeling on his bed with his cock slowly rising as he touched it in excitement.

" Hello" said a sexy female voice "Who's that?"

" Mike " he replied nervously.

"Hi baby my name is Katie-Ann. What are you doing baby?" said the sexy voice.

"I'm naked on my bed with a hard cock" replied Mike.

"Oooooo you naughty boy" said Katie-Ann "You will have to do something for me as you are so naughty."

"Yes " sighed Mike beginning to wank his cock faster.

"Yes Mistress Katie-Ann" replied Katie-Ann sternly.

"Yes Mistress Katie-Ann" Mike replied quickly and got a little worried.

" Are you at home Mike?"

"Yes"

"Is it your home?"

"No it's my mom and dads."

"Oh lovely my little darling. Are you a very excited boy now?"

"Yes Mistress Katie-Ann I've very excited."

"Well then I want you to go into you mommies bedroom."

"Ok" said Mike walked across the hall to his mom and dads room. Luckily it was dark so the curtains were all closed.

" Now baby I want you to open you mommies pantie drawer".

Mike froze this wasn't what he had expected at all.

"No I don't want to I…………"

But before h could answer she butted in.

" You will do as I say. I have your mobile number and I'm sure you mom and dad would love to know you are phoning sex lines"

Mike didn't know what to do. Should he hang up but part of him was a little excited about be dominated by a woman h had not met.

"Ok Mistress Katie-Ann I'm opening the drawer" and he opened his mom's top drawer and saw a selection of her silky underwear.

"Tell me what you see my sweet little baby" said Katie-Ann.

"There is lots of frilly panties in blue, white, pink and red of different types" replied Mike shaking with excitement.

"Pick a pair of pink frilly ones for me" and Mike picked up a pair he his hands.

"I want you to put them on now" she demanded and Mike quickly stepped into them and pulled them up over his erect cock.

"Are they tight on you? Are they pulled up tight around your bum and stiff member?" asked Katie-Ann.

"Yes " sighed Mike. "I've never worn panties before but these are really getting me excited" 

"Good boy" said Katie-Ann. "Now slowly play with you cock in them as I've a special surprise for you."

Mike slowly slipped his hand into his mommies' panties and began to wank his stiff cock. His balls were already stiffing and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"I'm wearing pink panties as well baby" whispered KatieAnn. "I'm got no bra on and by big 36DD boobs are wobbling as I touch myself."

Mike began to wank faster and closed his eyes thinking of Katie-Ann and he massive boobs.

"My hands are slipping into my panties now and guess what baby?"

"What" moaned Mike furiously wanking his cock.

"I've got a cock too"

This sent Mike over the edge and he began to cum in his mommies' panties.

"Yes baby shoot you load in your mommy's panties. Oh yes you naughty boy you're making me cum in my panties now. Oh you are so good and so naughty" moaned Katie-Ann

Mike finally finished cuming. He'd not cum that much in all the times he had masturbated and it was dripping down his legs.

"Thank you" he signed.

"I'll call you honey" said Katie-Ann and put the phone down.

"Oh yes" signed Mike fondling his cock in his moms spunk filled panties.

I hope you like my first attempt at writing a story let me know what you think and what you pantie wearing fantasies are. Maybe I can write one for you or you can write one for me.



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I've just gotten home from taking my daughter to the doctor for a sports physical, when my phone rings. 

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hi beautiful!" You say, "I have missed you so much today. I just had to call you and tell you I love you." There is such emotion in your voice; it has a touch of deep passion.

"I'm so glad you did. I've been thinking of you. Actually, I've been thinking of you making love to me. It's all I could think about all day!" I say, letting you know how excited I am. "I can actually feel your fingers deep inside me, slowly stroking my G spot. Mmmm! I'm so very wet, baby. I need you so badly right now!" My hand slides inside my shorts, under the waistband of my panties and down to the cleft between my thighs.

"Oh yes, baby! Are you playing for me right now?" you ask.

"Yes, my fingers are rubbing my clit as I speak to you. I'm dripping for you. Make me cum, baby!" I beg, a desperate sound to my husky voice. "Augh, it feels so good!" I close my eyes, seeing your tongue eagerly lapping at my clit. My fingers gently slide in rhythmic movements over my hardened clit, begging for friction.

"What are you wearing right now?" you ask me.

"My black shorts and a t-shirt," I respond. "My hand is inside my panties, rubbing my clit for you." My body is shaking with the need to feel the promise of release. "OOooo yes!" I say, moaning softly. "It feels so good! I want you to eat me baby! I want to cum all over your tongue and face."

"God, beautiful, you're making me so hard!" (I hear the sound of your zipper opening, over the line.) "Oh yes, that feels better! I have my cock in my hand and I'm stroking it while listening to you." You moan louder, enjoying the thought of my mouth on your cock. "I wish you were here sucking this, baby! It's so hard, and there's pre-cum oozing from the tip!" You take your finger and rub the large droplet over the sensitive head of your cock. It jumps in your hand.

"I wish I was there, baby, licking that up. I so love the way you taste," I whisper into the phone. "Augh!" I cry out as a spasm makes my body jump, telling me I'm so close to cumming.

I cradle the phone on my shoulder so I can use my other hand. My fingers slide past the ones busy on my clit, these seeking the dripping hole. I gasp deeply as they reach their destination. "Mmmm! Oh Baby, I can feel you deep inside me now!" I moan, beginning to pant quickly. "I want to hear you cum for me, baby! Oh god! I'm SO hot!" My fingers slide quickly in and out of my wet hole, covered in my juices.

"That is making me wild, Darling! I feel my cock deep inside you, moving in and out, so wet and tight!" you say. Your breath is quick in your chest and your hand is busy sliding up and down your throbbing cock. "God, baby, it's so hot inside your sweet pussy!" You moan again.

"Oh, I love to hear you moan, and the sound of your heavy breathing in my ear. I'm so close now baby, please…don't stop!" I plead. "Oh yes!" I cry out as another spasm runs through my excited body.

"I'm fucking you harder; so deep I can feel my cock strike your cervix. Your sweet glove is squeezing my cock as I buck against you, baby," you whisper in my ear, as your panting forces my climax to the very edge.

"Oh yesss…I'm right there, baby! Do you want me to suck my fingers for you, baby? Do you want to hear me suck them for you?" I moan into your ear. "They're so wet; covered with my juices!" I say hurriedly. 

"Oh God, yes! Please suck them for me. Tell me how they taste!" you beg me, listening eagerly.

I take my fingers from inside my wet hole and place them deep in my mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor of my own nectar. "Mmmm….God, baby they taste so very good!" (The erotic sound of sucking transfers over the phone into your awaiting ear) "Do you want to taste me, baby?" I ask.

"Oh yes, I do! I love the way your pussy tastes, baby; so very sweet! I could eat you all night!" you say, with the strain of your passion heard in my ear. "Oh God…I'm cumming for you baby, are you ready to cum with me?" you question.

Deep convulsions ripple through my straining body. "Yes! Cum for me NOW!" I yell, as the climax claims me; spasms force my thighs tightly closed, and wave upon wave rips through me. I moan and purr as each wave wracks my euphoric muscles.

"Yes baby, cum for meeee!" you shout as your cock explodes, squirting streams of cum over your hand and abs. "God, baby…I love you!" you moan into the phone, so sated and exhausted.

"I love you, Sweetheart!" I reply, relaxed and in a sexual high from my climax. "I love playing on the phone for you, it's so very exciting!" I say, slowly licking my fingers. "I wish you were here to finish licking me clean," I purr deep in my throat.


"Your wish is my command. I'm parked outside. I'll be in the house in a minute. I can't wait to clean you up, and then start over!" you state, smiling.

"You are?" I sit bolt straight, looking out my window, seeing your car for the first time. "I'll unlock the door! Hurry, I need to cum again, baby!" I jump up and run to the door, opening it to find you, already at the door, cell phone in hand and a wicked smile.

"Ready for round two, Love?" You ask.

I grab you by the shirt and yank you into the room. "Yes!" I say, "And three, and four! Let's get to work!" I say, slamming the door and following you to the bedroom. Smiling! 



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She walked in the house and heard him talking on the phone. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek and he seemed not to notice. She put down her purse and looked over at the computer to see what he was working on. She leaned in front of him and smiled. He looked up and winked and held up one finger and kept talking. She kissed the top of his head and went into the kitchen, kicking off her shoes as she walked away. She pulled out a bottle wine and poured a glass and listened to him talk on the phone. She heard a lot of grunts and yes I know and could tell he was trying to get off the phone. 

She walked back in and stood beside him and tickled his ear. He looked at her and held up his finger again. She shook her head and hopped up onto the desk in front of him. She reached over and took hold of his tie and pulled him to her. He smiled up at her and kept talking on the phone. She frowned and pulled him close.

"Hang up." She whispered.

He shook his head and kept talking. She arched her eyebrow and frowned. She could tell this conversation was not very important, but he let people go on and on like this and never knew when to hang up. She let him go when he pulled away from her and leaned back in his chair, and reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She smiled at him and unbuttoned it very slowly in front of him. 

He stuttered into the phone as he watched her take off her blouse and revealed her lacy bra. She slipped off the desk and unsnapped and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She took down her hair and let it fall to her shoulders and leaned forward, showing him her ample cleavage as she unsnapped her garters. She slid the garter belt down and off, and threw it at him. It landed in his lap and she laughed softly. She heard a man's voice on the other end of the phone saying his name. 

"Yea, yea. I'm here." He said into the phone. 

She slowly began to strip her stockings off, sliding one down each leg and sitting before him in just her panties and bra. He groaned and coughed to cover it up on the phone. She laughed, and reached for the front closure of her bra. 

"Please don't." he gasped. She stopped and looked up as he tried to recover on the phone. "No, no, I was uh hoping the shredder didn't jam." He said desperately. He turned the chair around to avoid temptation. He moaned out loud when her bra dropped in front of him into his lap and he hung his head. "No, nothing is wrong...I uh----" He felt the phone leave his hand.

"David is needed for something quite urgent right now." She said huskily into the phone. "He'll call you back tomorrow." She clicked off the phone and put it down as he spun around to face her. 

"That was—"he stopped and watched her walk to him and straddle his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began placing warm wet open mouthed kisses along his neck. He moaned and placed his hands on her waist and felt her warm skin. He ran his hands up her back, then down and cupped her bottom and pulled her closer to him. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and he felt her lick his earlobe. 

"I can't believe you did that." He murmured into her hair.

"Are you sorry?" she whispered, sucking his earlobe into her mouth. 

"Good Lord no." he laughed and kissed her neck. "You naked in my lap or a boring ass phone call. Lemme think..." He leaned back and pulled her head up and kissed her softly on the mouth. "I think I'll choose you." 

She smiled against his mouth and licked his lips. She pulled at his tie and tugged it off and laid it around her neck. She then went on to unbutton his shirt to his waist and spread it open with her hands. She bent her head and began kissing his neck and pulling his shirt out of his pants. She kissed her way up his neck and kissed his earlobe.

"I missed you all day." She whispered. 

"You did?" he moaned as she brushed her thumbs over his nipples. 

"Yes. I couldn't wait to get home to you and get naked with you." She whimpered softly when he mirrored her gesture and ran his thumbs over her nipples. 

"Oh honey," he whispered, "you need made love to?" 

"For a really long time, several times over." She panted into his ear, and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. 

He hugged her close to him for several moments, and then began kissing her neck softly. He ran his hands up and down her back, then dipped his hands into her panties and cupped her bare bottom. He felt her wriggle closer against his crotch, making him harder. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and massaged it gently with his tongue. He pushed her away to look at her face. 

"Let's go to bed, sweetheart." He sucked her lower lip into his mouth. 

She moaned and slid off of him, pulling him up and tugging him by his open shirt with her to the bedroom. She walked backwards towards the bedroom, kissing him the whole way, as he pulled off his shirt and let it fall in the hallway. She ran her hands up his chest and down his arms, and held his hands in hers as he pushed her against the wall in the hallway and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth and let her tongue move against his, moaning into his mouth. 

He brought her hands up and pinned them to the wall and pushed the rest of his body into hers. He slid his thigh between her legs, and felt her begin to ride against it slightly. He smiled against her mouth, and let her grind against him for a minute, enjoying the feel of her against him. He slid his hands down her arms and pulled away slightly to cup her breasts in his hands. 

She let her hands fall and she brought them to his belt and undid it, then unsnapped his pants and slid his zipper down. She felt his hands on hers, pulling them away from his pants. He laughed against her lips at her whimpering. 

"We're making it to the bed." He whispered and pulled away from her and steered her to the bedroom backwards. He walked her into the room and she felt the bed against her legs. She sank down on the bed and looked up at him, and reached up and pulled his pants down, now held up only be his erect cock. They pooled at his feet and he kicked off his shoes, reached down and pulled off his socks and then leaned down and laid her back on the bed. 

She slid up the bed, and he followed her, kissing her all the way until her head reached the pillows. He lay over her, braced on his arms, kissing lips thoroughly and gently. She raised her arms around his neck and stroked his tongue with hers into her mouth. He held her head in his hands and kissed her for a very long time. He loved kissing her and moaned into her mouth. He rolled over onto his back and brought her with him, still continuing to kiss her. 

She straddled him and lifted herself up over him. She smiled a very wicked smile, making him worry a little. 

"What are you smiling for?" he asked her. She laughed and leaned forward, taking his hands in hers. She guided them up to the iron headboard and he smiled and held onto the headboard as he'd done for her before. But this time was different, as she pulled the tie that he had forgotten was around her neck and looped it around his wrists and tied his hands to the headboard. She tied it snugly around his wrists and leaned down and kissed his lips.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered.

"Yes. I trust you sweetheart." He swallowed hard, because even though he did trust her, he was a little uncomfortable with this. Sure he had done it to her several times to both of their enjoyment, but he had never been on the receiving end before and didn't know one could feel this vulnerable. 

"I would never ever hurt you or leave you this way, David." She said as she laid her forehead against his. "If you want, I'll untie you." She looked into his eyes as she said this softly. 

He looked back at her and thought for a moment and realized that he owed her this, she had submitted when he did this to her and she was amazing, even the first time when she was nervous as hell. 

"No." he whispered. "Don't untie me yet."

She smiled and leaned backward, sliding herself down his body, letting her whole body rub all along his hard cock. She rested for a moment and held it between her breasts and leaned down and licked the pre cum off of the head. He groaned and arched his back. 

She smiled and began licking him all over; soft wet licks with her tongue, all up and down his cock. She stroked and massaged his balls with one hand and laid the other on his stomach. She rose up and took him in her mouth and began to suck him slowly, up and down, over and over. He moaned loudly, urging her on, as she sucked him harder. 

"God, baby that feels so good." He groaned as she sucked him harder, moving up and down over him faster, wetting his cock with her saliva. He looked down and watched her, completely devouring his cock with her mouth, moaning around it and sending vibrations all through him. He about lost it when she looked up at him with her wide eyes. 

"Stop baby, I'll cum and I want to cum inside you." He panted hard. 

She slowly pulled her mouth off of him and slid up his body. She straddled him, rose up over his cock with her pussy and took it in her hand and guided it to her opening. She slowly sank down on him, feeling the head slip inside her and his length slide up her wet pussy. She let her head fall back and moaned as she sank down fully on him and began to grind onto him. 

He moaned with her and thrust his hips up against her pussy, and began to tug at the tie wrapped around his wrists. He groaned and realized she would have to let him go. He looked up at her as she rode him, her head still back, her breasts thrust into the air, her hips moving against him in a fast rhythm. She began to rock harder, whimpering as she bit her lip. 

"Baby, let me go so I can touch you." He panted. She looked down at him into his eyes, panting hard; she reached down and untied him. He propelled himself up and rolled her over onto her back, and she yelped in surprise. He took her hands in his and held them above her head, and began to pump into her pussy. 

She moaned, and spread her legs wide so he could stroke deeper. He continued to hold her wrists with one hand and reached down with the other and stroked her clit, which he knew would set her off on an immediate orgasm. He stroked her clit twice and she cried out his name and clenched around his cock and came hard. She bit her lip and whimpered, her body shaking all over. She lay back, panting hard and opened her eyes and looked up at him. 

"Was that my punishment for tying you up?" she whispered. He looked down at her, spread her arms and held them down above her head with his hands and kissed her softly. 

"Maybe." He said against her lips. "Don't you think you need to be punished?" he said as he thrust into her once.

"Oh yes." She moaned as he began to thrust into her over and over again. "David. Please. Don't stop."

He kept thrusting into her in a slow rhythm, pumping against her and feeling her clench around him, her warm pussy encasing him and covering him with her juices from her orgasm. She felt so tight and hot; he buried his face in her neck and began pumping harder into her. 

She wrapped her thighs around his hips and whimpered his name. He thrust faster against her, his hips moving up and down and slamming against her. He lifted his head and laid his forehead against hers and panted her name. 

"David," she panted. "I'm going to cum again." She arched her back and bit her lip, whimpering as she felt the tingling coming over her body. 

He covered her mouth with his and thrust into her, feeling her muscles clamp down on his cock and sending him over the edge, he slammed into her once more and came, feeling himself gush inside her. He buried his face in her neck and moaned her name, rolling over to his side and bringing her with him, his cock still buried deep inside her. 

They lay together, panting softly, relaxing and kissing each other gently. He stroked her hair and she smiled at him. She ran her fingers over his lips, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. She laid her head on his chest and kissed his chest. They lay together until they fell asleep, wrapped within each other. 



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"What are you wearing?"

"My robe."

"Nothing else?"

"No"

"Nervous?"

"Yeh... I'm shaking a little."

"Just relax. This'll be fun. Where are you?"

"On the couch in the living room"

"Alone?

"Oh, yes."

"Put one leg over the back of the couch. Get really comfortable. Did you bring a pillow?"

"Yes"

"Put it under your butt."

"OK."

"Comfy?"

"Very."

"Open your robe... expose your whole body to me."

"OK."

"Are you wet?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Check."

"Oh, I'm a little wet."

"Good." 

"Is there light in the room?"

"Just the candle you said I should have."

"Touch your lips lightly."

"Oh."

"Tingle?"

(Laughs) "Yes!"

"Keep touching them. Trace lines across them with your finger tips... Pretend it's my lips touching yours. Touch your fingers to your tongue. Lick them. It's my tongue. Get your fingers a little damp."

"OK."

"Trace the line from your lips to just under your left ear. Make the tingles spread along the lines you trace."

"Ohhh... nice... I didn't know I could... "

"Trace back to the other side and then down your neck."

"Oh, nice... what are you wearing?"

"A t-shirt. Some sweats that are below my ass now. My cock is beginning to tell me how much it wants you... how much I want you... I'm lying outside by the pool in a hammock."

"You're outside?"

"It's very private. Lick your fingers again... I love that sound... I wish it were my cock. I'd love to have you tasting me right now."

"Yes... "

"Take your wet fingers and trace around your nipples."

"Ohhh..."

"That's my lips. My hungry lips gently tracing your nipples... wanting you desperately... Would you like me to make you come tonight?"

"God, yes."

"Squeeze your nipples... " (deep breath) "That's it... now harder... as hard as you can stand..."

"I want you."

"I want you, too, darling... now caress your breasts... can you lift one nipple to your mouth?"

"Yes... "

"Good... I can hear the licking sounds. It's my mouth and tongue on you now... Use the other hand to trace a line from the breast you're kissing all the way down your tummy... just to your pubic bone... can you feel the connection?"

"Yes. How did you know... "

"Now the other breast. Kiss it... let me hear you kiss it... that's it. Are your nipples hard now?"

"Oh yes."

"Now nibble on your nipple while you trace the line down that side of our body to your pubic bone... Feel the tingles?

"Yes."

"Squeeze your breast. Knead it like a loaf of bread with both hands... now the other one... "

(breathing heavily...) "Oh God... "

"From now on, as much as you can, breathe in through your mouth and our through your nose... slowly, deliberately. That's right... I'll remind you if it changes too much or too soon..."

"OK."

"Now, use both hands and trace a line from each breast down to your pubic bone... use your fingernails... that's it. Keep the tingles happening... Now take your left hand and squeeze your right nipple... twist gently... with your right hand, trace a line from the inside of your knee to your vulva... feel the tingles?"

"Yes."

"Feel the connection between your inner thighs and your nipples?"

"Yes... "

"Now trace a circle around your pussy."

"Uhhhh... "

"That's it. Keep it gentle... Nothing inside... just gentle touching and tracing... now squeeze your left nipple while you keep tracing around your pussy... Switch back and forth between them as they become less sensitive... 

We are in a resort in Hawaii... it's our first day here, and we're both excited to be together finally. We are in a hot tub on our balcony overlooking the ocean at dusk. The sun is huge in the distance and colors the sky a bright red... my mouth is exploring yours as we connect in a very sensual way."

"My favorite place... "

"My favorite place is the one you're tracing with your right hand. Now stop tracing and cup your cunt... it's electric isn't it?"

"Very..."

"Good... now lightly brush your clitoris... "

(deep intake of breath) "Ohhhh.... nice..."

"Reach inside a little bit and bring the dampness up to your clit. Is she standing up for us now?"

"And applauding..."

"My cock is so hard right now. Theres a huge drop of clear liquid at the top of it, spilling down over the head... which right now feels as big as a grapefruit... It wants to be inside you fucking right now. But we'll let him wait a bit. This is beautiful for me... I have little orgasms streaming down my back to the base of my penis... I'm moving my hand just a little bit to keep the feelings going."

"I want you inside me..."

"God, me, too... put your middle finger as deep as it will go inside you... "

"Yesssss... "

"Reach for your g-spot... tell me when you find it... "

"It's there... "

"I knew it would be... just caress it gently... don't expect much yet... just go with it... now put two fingers inside and move them gently back and forth against Ms G... Ok... this is where I have to remind you to breath gently and evenly. Don't try to make anything happen. just let it happen... when it's ready... "

"I can feel it growing a little bit... "

"Good... now take your fingers out slowly and lift them to your lips... lightly caress your lips with your wetness... then taste... what does it taste like?"

"Spice... musk..."

"It tastes very much like I do... especially right now when I'm dripping all over my very hard cock... I'm lifting my hand to my mouth now, and tasting you... you taste wonderful... I can't wait to put him inside you... "

"Oh I want that, too."

"Dip both fingers back inside your pussy again... push deeply and feel Ms G spot... rub back and forth across her... that's it... back and forth... breath gently... "

"Sorry... I'm just so ready... "

"Don't be sorry... and I'm ready, too... but it'll be better to wait... now take your fingers and tap in your G-spot..."

"Tap?"

"Yes... like you're typing or playing the piano...gently tap over and over again... "

"Oh my god... "

"That's it. Not too hard yet... that'll come later... I'm stroking my cock head right now... thinking about your lips all over it... "

"That sounds tasty."

"Speaking of tasty, taste your fingers again... rub your cum all over your lips... "

"Mmmm... "

"Put some on your nipples and rub it in... "

"I need to come, now... "

"Trust me... let's go slowly... my guess is that you are going somewhere you've never been before... "

"Oh yes... please..."

"Now gently trace circles around your clit... then move to trace a circle around your vagina... that's it... then back you your clit... two fingers inside now... gently move in and out... make sure it's wet enough to be comfortable."

"Oh it's wet enough... it's ready for your cock now."

"She just thinks she's ready."

"Please."

"Take your time. Put two fingers inside now... cup your hand over your clit... move your hand up and down so you're rubbing your g-aspot lightly as well as rubbing your clit gently... We're still in that hot tub and I'm holding you against me... "

"ughhhh."

"Breathe slowly, honey... I have you floating in the water now, your lips against mine... the sun is down now... we hear waves in the distance... "

"I can't wait any more.."

"Take your hand out now and caress your breasts with our juices... "

"Ohhhhhh... "

"I'm kissing your breasts now... holding you gently... squeeze your nipples for me... that's it... breathe slower now... don't try to come... now put your right hand back while you caress your breasts with your left... My cock is dripping so much, my hand is covered in come... "

"Mine, too."

Now... using those piano trained fingers of yours, push hard against your g-spot... then relax... now start to squeeze your fingers with your cunt muscles... then relax... squeeze... relax... now, when you squeeze, push your g-spot... "

"unh... "

"That's it... now relax... now squeeze and push... now relax... keep that up for a while... I'm almost coming without any friction... you have me soooo turned on... My kisses are more insistant now... my hand strays to your pussy, tracing lines from your breasts to your cunt... do that with your left hand... "

"Oh my God... "

"Breathe slowly, Baby... there's time... let it happen slowly... no rush... keep squeezing and pushing... "

"I'm gonna come... "

"Me, too, Baby... my cock is so big now... I'm pumping slowly... this will be a deep one... Now squeeze and rub and push as hard as you want... "

"God, I can't... uhhhh... uhhhh.... uhhhh... "

"I'm splashing my come all over you now... "

"Take me... fuck me... "

"I'm yours and you're mine... " 



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Logging on the chat site, there's the usual smattering of the desperate, the lonely, the bored. Some of them are obviously male, or female. Some of them are obviously not as bright as others. I like smart women, one's whose principal erogenous zone is their mind. Simple text can do wonders to stroke that zone into a ravenous frenzy. I like that. I feed on both the stoking and cultivating of that brainy want, as well as the dead silence that speaks of their busy hands working to satisfy.

This time, someone begins to flirt with me privately. Neither of our aliases explicitly reveals our gender, but I can tell immediately that this person is smart, quick witted. I'm not sure of their intent, and don't particularly want to encourage them if they turn out to be male, like me.

"Friend, I don't even know your gender," I say to them.

"Nobody can tell my gender, it's quite frustrating at times, but fun too," they tell me.

They're very open with me. Pointing out their profile with favorite books and music, and a photo. She's young - 21 - and cute. I'm 26. I'm still not even sure that this person that I'm chatting with has any connection to the person that's been created for the purposes of the profile I'm seeing. I ask her as much.

"Cripes, of course it's me," she says.

You never know. "She" could be anyone, online. She wants to know what my hottest sexual fantasy is.

"It's kind of complicated," I type, "most people tend to jump to the conclusion of domination, but it's not pain and leather. I tend to think of that stuff as extraneous, sort of like props."

All this, while true, is meant to be intriguing, compelling. I ask her what her fantasy is.

"Gangbangs," she says.

"Is it the submissiveness that turns you on? The degradation?"

"Aye. All of it. I think I'd like the attention."

I pause. This could be dangerous. Though few words have been exchanged, there's a resonance in the air, a meshing. I sense, vaguely, that this woman could want to receive exactly what I want to provide. This feels like a potential feedback loop, something that could build upon itself over and over, something that could spin out of my grasp.

"That's quite a fantasy. Want some help mulling it over?"

"That totally won me over. It wasn't a line, but still..."

I want her to understand, to warn her that I think this particular random meeting of strangers is a dangerous one. I start to elaborate on my kick, on my idea of "domination." It's a more subtle version of the whole whips and chains scene. A woman's poise, her self-possession, is what I like to examine, to appreciate and savor. I like to look at the facade that women build around their more primal desires, around their wants and needs. Those facades appear to me as soft solids, like butter. My kick is to stroke at that soft creamy solid, from the inside, through their minds. I like to appraise the facade, then heat it up, and watch it melt into sticky, slippery, molten streams - pooling in hot, wanton puddles in the shallows of their chairs.

"You see what I mean? Subtle. Is that something you might be interested in?" I ask her.

"Are you kidding? It's like fucking poetry here. You've got me so hot." She pauses, "How would you feel about calling me on the phone?"

This shocks me. I'm still not sure if she is who she says she is. Further, I've never had phone sex before, ever. I'm feeling fear mixed with a rush of adrenaline and anticipation. I'm not sure what I should do.

"I'd prefer phone at this point," she tells me, "that way I can touch myself, lounge in sensation, instead of having to remember how to type."

Do I do this? Can I do this? I'm not sure. How is this supposed to work? Do we use aliases, or real names? She's not sure which she'd prefer.

"Ok," I type. "I'll call you, and...I think I'd prefer real names. I'm John."

"Jane. Pleased to meet you."

"You *look* like a Jane. I hadn't thought so before, but now that you've told me your name...it fits."

I can tell we're both nervous. She types out her number. They're just digits, text on a screen but my body is reacting as if her eyes had just acquiesced to the desire she sees in my own. I sense her phantom softness against me, the whispers of her breasts against my chest, the ghostly heat and damp of her mound against my own very real hardness. I can see the face in her picture soften, the want in her eyes in my own mind's eye, and I feel the weight/nonweight of her being against my own. It's an unbelievable rush. I glance over at my phone and give it a long, hard look.

"Hi. Jane?"

"John."

We both laugh, nervously. There's a buzz running through the line, but we're still both moving gingerly, stepping lightly. She sounds like she looks - her honesty is a total turn on - young, sexy, real.

I can't touch her for real, so I ask her what she's wearing. Snug fitting silk top, bra, cotton pajamas.

"I want you to touch yourself as I would touch you. I want your flesh to feel my hands and fingers and mouth on it, and I want your own hands and fingers and mouth to feel and taste your flesh as I would. Can you do that for me?" I ask her, nervously.

"Yes," - in a whisper.

With her wrist bent back, I run "my" fingertips lightly over her skin, pulled taut over her quickening pulse. She's incredibly responsive. I hear her breath in shallow tatters at the sensation. Fingertips begin ever widening arcs along Jane's wrists, hands, and lower arms, alternately pulling the silk of her top tighter and looser along her arm's flesh.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

In a whisper, "Yes."

While she pants in my ear, I observe that the silk of her top is an excellent heat conductor - that she must be able to feel both the coolness of the fabric itself, as well as the heat of her body radiating through it with my roving hands. She must also feel the heat of my hands through the silk on her flesh, sense the trails of heat and pressure along her skin.

"Surely Jane," I ask, "you must be able to feel arcing jets of hot air rocket out from underneath the hem of your top, out into the cooler air of the room? Can't you feel the sensation of hot air rushing out and cool air rushing in, across your heated flesh, as my hands play with the hem of your shirt, as they start to make their way underneath along the skin of your lower back and stomach?"

"Oh God, yes."

"You must also be able to feel the silk run hot and cold against your body as my hands begin to roam around underneath, making the fabric pull taut against your breasts as I run my fingernails lightly over your shoulder blades..."

"Yeah."

"...and travel further down, tracing light, lazy circles down over your vertebrae, and along your sides, and in wide arcs over your quivering stomach and the fall and rise of your rib cage."

"Oh God John. I'm so very wet right now.""

"Good. That's the way I want you - the way I want to see you. I like making you writhe against your clothing for me, making you acutely aware that mere fabric can insistently, clench and caress you. I like that I'm making a hot, sopping mess of your panties."

"I'm not wearing panties, John."

Those words, her voice, leap off the receiver and suckle at my twitching brain stem. So far she hasn't said much, but her breathing and mewling have had me in an absolute rapture. Of course, the few words she does grant me, like these, thrill me to the core.

"God Jane. It's so hot to hear you say that, to hear your voice, soaked with need, your breath ragged. I want you to take off your bra, but leave the silk shirt on."

A pause. "I can do that."

I hear the rustling of clothes over the line.

"Good. Now, see how much sensation you've been missing? As before, I'm working my hands underneath the stretched silk, but this time, all those arcs of warm and cool air, all that exquisite silkiness, flow uninterrupted over your stiffening, itchy nipples."

"My nipples have been so hard for so long that they ache. The silk feels sooo good."

"Really? Do my fingers feel good, as they roll both your nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, Jane?"

She whimpers and gasps at me. The loop is feeding back on itself, dangerously. The primal, brain stem want of hers is calling to me, and I can feel my own higher faculties being pushed aside by an urgent desire, and urgent need to possess and penetrate - to be male and invading to her female invitation and yielding. My vision and thoughts narrow down into a tight focus around her, around her need.

"Have you been touching yourself, Jane?"

"Yes."

"No Jane, I mean have you been touching your pussy, twiddling your clit."

"No," she states, almost begging, trembling. Her voice is so full of want that I can taste the salt of her tears. "I've been doing only what you've been doing to me. I need you to touch me. Please. Please, John."

"Your cunt is feeling empty isn't it, Jane? Achy."

"Ravenous. It's sooo achy and empty and I'm so wet - soaking."

"But there's so many other sensations, Jane. Isn't it nice to feel the large muscle groups in your thighs, hips, and flanks flex and release? Isn't it nice to feel all those muscles move and flex as your legs scissor up and down, opened - wide and presenting to me - and closed. Isn't it nice to feel your pelvis dance for me, to have your stomach churn your pussy up and down searching for contact, to feel the delicious gnashing, salivating, clenching emptiness of your pussy?"

Her breath is a staccato rhythm of desperation in my ear. Her voice whimpers and pleads in need, in the primal, empty ache that I thirst for - that I can taste on my tongue and smell in my nostrils. She, no, her pussy, begs me - frenzied - for contact. I can taste, smell the phantoms of her musky tang.

"I'll do anything. Anything. Please."

"Tut, tut Jane - so impatient. We haven't even talked about the puffs of steam that escape from your pajamas as I run my fingers along the waist band, or how your flanks and ass relish the heavy grasp of my big hands, the flesh seeping through my wide-splayed fingers. I wonder what would happen if I brought a hand to the front of your pajamas, grasped the fabric, and yanked it, tightly upward, tensioning it against your poor, needy cunt..."

A groan, from deep, deep inside her, washes over me. It's music to my ears. Audible ambrosia.

"You like that Jane? I love hearing what I can do to you. I love hearing your pussy take over your voice and tell me what a good job I'm doing to it. Take your pajamas off Jane, and feel how cool the room's air must feel to your overheated flesh."

"Oh God, yes. Please John, I need you to..."

"To what? Say it."

"I need you...I need you to fuck me. Please."

"I'm taking off my pants, Jane, for real. My cock's a decent length, but its nice and thick, particularly now, thinking of you, listening to you. Its all slick and sopping with precome for you."

I listen to her voice whine, her breath quick and erratic.

"I'd take my cock in one hand, and your hip in the other, and I'd pull you - roughly - across the bed, closer toward me." I listen to the dead anticipatory silence on the line, to her breath withheld. "Then, the thick, heavy, velvety weight of my cockhead would slowly and inexorably begin a heavy flick over your swollen clit, back and forth..."

I soak in her screamed moans, her repeated calls to God. Savor them. Relish them and roll the taste of them in my mouth. I'm not a talented enough writer to convey how delicious her noises are to me. I'm not convinced that there are words capable. How does one convey the high a man gets listening, almost *seeing* a woman's body jerk and convulse and dance for him? How can mere words capture the thrill of knowing that at that moment, that woman's whole being lives for one thing, hungers for one thing, needs one thing: the stretching, filling, thickness of his cock.

"You know what comes next, don't you Jane? You're so very female now, so empty and achy and in need of filling and using and ravishing. And I feel so, so male, so drunk on the need to penetrate and use and ravish and fill. I'd take my cock in hand, and I'd stir the head, slick with our juices, in the scalding, steamy heat of your cunt lips..."

Her voice and breath spasm for me, like I imagine her body does - like I know that her body does.

"And I'm sinking the thick, rigid length of myself into you. Feeling the welcoming embrace of your pussy on my cock. Feeling your muscles deep within stretch at the intrusion. This is why it's so dangerous, Jane, why I've never done phone before, and never will again. You have no idea the lengths I'd go, the things I'd give up, the worlds I'd destroy to feel the grateful spasms of your cunt on my cock for real - to see the look in your eyes as your body bonds and addicts itself to mine, as my cock thirsts in the rush and addiction of your cunt - of my cunt. Whose cunt is it, Jane? Tell me."

In the quietest whisper in the world - "Yours."

"Tell me again. Tell me whose cunt it is."

"Yours."

"Say my name, Jane. Let your cunt speak. Let it proclaim who owns it, who it belongs to."

Barely audible - "John."

"Louder."

"John."

"That's my girl, my pussy. If I could have you for real, Jane, every part of you would be mine - your mouth, your ass - all of it. You'd want to go to class, or some other appointment, but you'd be late, often, because seeing you all put together to head out in the world would make me want to mess it all up. Dishevel you by flipping your skirt up around your waist and bending you over a table or desk..."

Constant gasping moans now from her as I work my free hand up and down my slick cock.

"...and taking you. Claiming what's mine. Reminding your cunt what it needs, what it wants. I want your cunt to never, ever forget this need, intimately and desperately, the ache across time, before I filled you, used you, during, and the interminable anticipatory after, when your pussy will whisper, whisper, that it will want me to use it again. Use you again. Its frightening the lengths I'd go to, now, to see my cock pumping your pussy, covered in our juices. I'd watch the waves of impact flow across your fleshy ass and crash into my fingers digging deep, deep into your flanks - holding you steady, not wanting one bit of the energy of my thrusts to stray from the jack hammering I'd give to your cunt, to you."

Jane's a glorious mess. Just the most beautifully touching and life-changing guttural noises pour off the line. I remember thinking I could do this, listen to her forever. I remember not caring who I would have to hurt, the things I'd have to give up, just so long as I could actually touch her. Actually fuck her. Actually own her. Actually feel the involuntary spasms of her pussy on my cock, on my tongue, on my fingers. Everywhere. I would have given anything to see her asleep, after, overused.

"Goddamn Jane. My eyes are tearing its so intense. I'm pressing myself against walls and mattress wishing it were contact with you instead. Does your boyfriend fuck you like this? Use you like this?"

"No." - in a choked back sob of a whisper. I'm torn at hearing this - elated and guilty and superhuman and subhuman.

What happens now is a blur. I hear her coming, perhaps repeatedly. I taunt her into letting her cunt become mine, to let it applaud my efforts, to let my cock soak in her body's spasming appreciation. I still hear her voice, sometimes, in my head, coming - that final, guttural groan of satisfaction echoes in my head. I saw, still see her head lifted off the bed by the uncontrollable clenching of her abdomen, and her eyes screwed tight. I remember telling her that her cunt is now addicted, like my cock is to her cunt - that she might feel tired and overused now, but still, perhaps even now, she'll feel a gnashing hunger in her belly, whispering for my cock - to be used again.

"Yeah," she gifts to me. "It feels that way now. I'm exhausted, but I still, my pussy still, wants more. My whole body is just spent, soaked. My hair is moistened and sticking to my face."

All of this is absolute music to me. My head was swimming. Swimming. I longed, still long, quietly, to have felt my cock wilt in the depths of her pussy. I'd have given anything to feel the curve of her ass and the swell of her hip as I pressed my body against hers, the heat of her back against my chest, to listen to the peaceful rhythm of her sleeping breath, to smell the junction of her hairline with her neck.

"This has all been mind blowing, paradigm shifting. Would it...would it be possible for you to sneak away? If you ever wanted to, you could, you know, anytime - anywhere..."

I know. God, do I know. We both have others. I had no idea that I'd stumble on a resonance so pure, so incandescent - like the sun. At some point she told me she hungered for eye contact, to see the inexorable need in my eyes. She told me she was afraid of the thoughts running through her head, of the things she was considering doing. All this was true for me as well. 



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I don't know what it is about his voice that does it to me. But it's something I have no control over -- and nor do I want any. Sometimes I think he could be talking about anything -the weather, or growing geraniums, and it would still make me come. As it is he chooses to talk about far more intimate things than that, painting vivid pictures in my head that drive me crazy with longing.

My stomach lurches as soon as the phone rings. He always asks me where I am and what I'm wearing. As usual I on my bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. 

"What colour are they? What do they look like?" 

I tell him they are dark pink lace with a satin band at the top, and he asks if he could see my pubic hair through them. 

"Yes," I answer, my voice already husky with lust. And they are -- my pussy is tingling in anticipation, and my juices are beginning to flow.

He tells me to circle my fingers round my breasts, trailing circles closer and closer to my nipples, which are large and hard. 

"Pinch them Marie, harder, pull them away from you." 

They stick out even more now, rosy red and erect, the pain/pleasure I feel making the muscles in my pussy clench. 

"Spread your legs wide, now take hold of your panties and pull them tight against your clit. Tighter Marie, split your cunt open with them." 

Such torture. I can feel the fabric pressing against my swollen clit and I move my hips involuntarily in an effort to get the release I crave.

I am murmuring "Please, please" over and over under my breath. 

"Please what Marie?" 

"Please let me touch my clit, please."

"Rub yourself lightly through the fabric, now harder, use two fingers, come all over your panties Marie, I want them soaking wet." 

At almost the first touch of my fingers I am coming, panting and moaning as I feel the hot, sticky juices flooding out. 

"Take off your panties and hold them over your face." 

Now my nostrils are filled with the unmistakable scent of sex, that heady, musky smell of my own cum. 

"Suck them," he tells me. 

I do so willingly, the taste always familiar but subtly different every time. My cunt is aching, and I need to feel something inside me, something that I can clench my muscles around. 

"Spread your pussy lips open Marie. Use both hands. How does it feel? Can you feel the warm air caressing them? I would love to be lying between your legs now, staring into that swollen, red, wet, pussy of yours." 

I know what he wants -- he wants to make me beg to let me touch myself. And I do, telling him I need to finger fuck myself, please let me, please... 

"Go on then, hard and fast, fuck yourself Marie." 

That's all I need and I thrust two fingers straight in to my waiting pussy, sliding them in deep and fast and moaning with pleasure as I feel the juices flooding over them and down the crack of my arse. 

I come over and over again, my fingers alternating between my clit and my cunt until my hand is soaked. I tell him how wet I am and he asks me to hold the phone near to my pussy so he can hear. I know he loves that -- the squelch of my juices as my fingers slide in and out and my groans and gasps of pleasure in the background. 

"Take your fingers out and suck them clean," he commands me. 

My hand, thighs, bush, arse, bed -- all are soaked with cum and the room reeks of sex. 

I want more now, something bigger, something more like a cock inside me. I grab a vibrator, turn it on and hold it to my clit, all the while describing to him what I am doing and how it feels. And fuck, it feels so good. I rub it in slow circles then slowly dip it in to my waiting pussy, gasping as the full length of it slides in. I am trying to be restrained, trying to measure the pace but I just can't hold back and before I know it I am pumping it furiously in and out, hips writhing, grabbing at my tits, rubbing my clit and thrashing around on the bed completely lost in the pleasures of my own body. 

I don't know how many times I come like this -- I lose count, but it's always an intense and hugely satisfying experience. I would love him to be able to watch me -- although it happens fairly frequently I am always amazed at just how much I come. 

Sometimes he will come too, and I love that, hearing him jack himself off, the sound of his hand rubbing his cock and his breathing changing until he shoots his cum all over his naked chest. Other times he will read me back a fantasy that I have sent him, or tell me which photos of me he is looking at and describing what he would like to do to me. I love it all, and have many more stories to tell...



Phone Sex



'Good morning, lover.' you say as you turn the water off.

'Mmm, good morning to you too, baby.' I reply after a quick peck on the cheek. 'Our breakfast is waiting in the bedroom. I'll probably have to reheat it now.' I say.

'Oh, that's sounds good. I wasn't hungry half an hour ago, but I'm starving now.' you reply.

'Well you know what they say, sex is the most enjoyable form of physical exercise.' I say. After a second, we both laugh.

I get out of the tub and wrap my self in a towel, then hand one to you as you drain the tub. You go into the bedroom and pull on a pair of swimming trunks that I bought you yesterday, while I finish up in the bathroom. By the time I come out, you're on your way out the door.

'I'm going to go down and get the boat ready to go. I'll be back in a few minutes.' you inform me then are out the door before I can respond.

In the short time you are gone, I get dressed and reheat the breakfast. It's waiting on the table for you when you return.

'Wow!' is all you say as you come into the kitchen.

'Wow, what?' I ask, knowing damned well what you're talking about.

'Wow! You! You are absolutely stunning!' you reply.

'What? This old thing? I thought I'd better wear it one last time before I threw it out.' I say, referring to my swimsuit. It's a bikini that I bought yesterday, along with your trunks. The bikini is bright white to show off my tan, small top to show off my tits, string thong to show off my ass, and tiny almost to the point of nothing covering my pussy to create as small a tan line as legally possible in public. I have a sheer white wrap skirt on as a cover. 'Don't you dare throw that away. I love it!!' you exclaim as you start toward me.

'Whoa! Eat breakfast first, save me for dessert out on the water.' I say as I hand you a plate of food. French toast, pancakes, and eggs just the way you like them, and Texas toast.

We eat breakfast in relative silence, just relaxing before what we both know is going to be a day filled with fucking. We joke around a little as we do the dishes. Then we go down to the dock and I'm blown away by the sheer size of what you referred to earlier as just a boat. A boat is something 15 or 20 feet long and maybe eight or ten feet wide. The boat tied to the dock is more like 50 feet long and 20 feet wide and three levels high.

'If that's your idea of a boat, I'd hate to see your idea of an aircraft carrier.' I state as you pull me aboard.

I get the rope on the stern as you get the other one. You fire up the engine and back us away from the dock. Soon we're headed for open water. I go out to the stern and watch the water fly by. It looks like it should be a rough ride, but I don't feel a thing. I take off the skirt and lie down on the deck to catch some rays as we glide out of the lagoon. Soon I can feel my skin beginning to bake in the pacific sun so I sit up and put some weak sun block on. I am just finishing putting it on everything that I can reach when you appear beside me.

'Hey pretty lady. You want some help with that?' you ask as you take the bottle from me and squirt some in your hand.

'Who's driving the boat?' I ask, glancing back at the cabin.

'I set the auto pilot. We'll stay on this course for five more minutes then spend 10 minutes going 15 degrees north. At the end of that 10 minutes, then engines will cut and the anchor will automatically drop. Neat huh? Now do you want this tied or not?' you ask, tugging on the strap of the bikini top.

'Not.' I reply as I lie down on my stomach. You untie the straps and begin massaging the lotion into my back. 'Oh you are soo good at this. Mmm that feels good. Keep going.' I order.

'My pleasure, honey. What about your bottom? Do you want me to do that too?' you ask as you move steadily down my back.

'Yes. Make sure you don't miss anything.' I reply, flexing my butt.

You squirt more lotion on your hand and massage it into my ass then work your way down my legs to my feet. By the time you are finished with my feet, I'm so horny that my swimsuit is soaked from my pussy.

'Are there any other boats in the area we're headed for?' I ask.

'No one has scheduled any trips within two miles of our destination, according to the Coast Guard. Why do you ask?' you answer.

'No tan lines this time.' I reply as I roll over and drop my top to the floor.

You take the hint and squirt more lotion into your hand. You begin at my neck and shoulders and work your way down to my chest, spending an enormous amount of time on my breasts. This doesn't help my pussy situation any, but I'm way beyond caring by that point. After my chest you rub my belly and around my soaked bikini bottom then work your way down the front of my legs and end at my feet again. I decide now is as good a time as any for your surprise.

'Dear, do you remember that movie we sort of watched this weekend in bed?' I ask, seductively.

'I remember it, well what we saw of it anyway.' you reply as you resume massaging my breasts. I know you can feel the heat you're producing.

'Do you remember what the redhead in that movie did in the beginning of it?' I ask.

'Yes I do. I also remember your reaction.' you answer.

'Well I remember yours too. So tell me,' I say as I untie the strings on my bikini bottom and take it off to reveal that I've shaved my pussy bald, 'whose pussy looks better? Mine or hers?' I ask. Your eyes almost pop out of your head and I can't help but giggle at your reaction. 

'Wow again! Baby there is absolutely no question, your pussy is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, touched, or tasted.' you exclaim as you run your fingers over my wet lips.

'Good answer.' I sigh as you continue your caresses, first with your fingers then with your tongue.

I spread my legs wide and moan as your tongue brushes across my clit. You slowly run your tongue up and down the inner folds of my pussy. You pause at the top and circle my clit twice then suck on it, lightly at first then stronger and stronger until it feels like you're going to give me a hickey on my clit. There's a sensation of electricity running directly from my clit to my breasts. My nipples stand on end and I begin to play with them, pinching and rolling them in my fingers. This sends the current right back into my pussy and it starts all over again.

Then clit tingles with pleasure as you leave it and begin your downward journey again. You stop at the bottom of your route, probing my cunt with your tongue as you spread my pussy wide open with your hands. Soon a finger travels up to my clit as you continue to probe with your tongue."

"Oh my God honey! I miss you so much! Remind me why I took this assignment again," she exclaimed, breathing heavily.

"I believe it was the combination of three things: the first thing being the $5000 paycheck. The second thing being the fact that you would get paid to lie on a beach in the sun. The third thing being what we always do immediately after you return from trips like this one. Does that sound accurate?" he answered.

"You hit it on the clit, oh I mean nose! Jesus do I wish you were here right now! She moaned.

"Speaking of right now, get back to the sto..wait I just got beeped. I'll be right back. Hold that thought." he said and hit the mute button. He waited a few moments then hit it again. "I'm so sorry, Baby. I have to cut this short. That was John, something's wrong down at the sight and they need me pronto." he said, smiling as an idea formed in his head.

"Oh no, I hope everything is alright." she sighed.

"I'll tell you what, when do you normally get back to your room after the shoot?" he asked.

"I'm normally back around 4:00 in the afternoon, why?" she asked.

"This afternoon when you get back, take a nice hot bath then give me a call. I want you naked, on the bed, and horny when I say hello. Can you do that?" he asked.

"Oh Baby, I will be so horny that the sound of your voice will make me cum. Good bye, my love." she said.

"Bye Babe." he said then hung up. He waited two minutes and picked up the phone again.

"Hi. I'd like to book a flight to LA leaving as soon as possible.

That afternoon when she returned from the shoot, she did as he had asked. She took a long, hot, relaxing bath then got out dried off and spent a few minutes playing with her breasts and pussy. Soon she could feel the heat in her pussy begin to rise. She picked up the phone and dialed their number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hi Honey. You ready?" he asked right off the bat.

"Oh yeah, I'm ready. My pussy is hot and wet and I want your cock." she answered.

"Well before we get started, there's something I want you to do for me. O.K.?" he said.

"O.K., but it better be quick, I'm horny and I want to cum." she said.

"Good." He knocked on the door. "Answer that, will you?" he said.

"Honey, I'm naked. I'm not going to answer the door. Wait a minute, how did you know there is someone at my door?" she asked as she got off the bed and stepped over to the door to the adjoining room.

"Well let me put it this way, if you answer that knock," he knocked again, "you had better be naked and horny." he finished.

"What did you do, did you hire someone?" she asked.

"Never in a million years would I hire someone else to do something like this." he said and knocked again, harder this time.

She opened the door, and almost cried.

"How did you get here? I called our house!" she said, still unable to believe her husband was standing before her, and he was as naked as she was.

"Ah, the splendor of call forwarding." he said then hung up the phone.

"Well now that you're here, come here," she said as she grabbed his cock and pulled him to her.



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I’ve never done this before, so please don’t get offended if I laugh… I want to try it, and I want you to just… listen to my voice… and enjoy yourself… 

So this is what I want to start with. Put on some music, preferably soft, whatever you like best. Something that won’t distract you though. Turn out the lights, and sit in your favorite chair.

Close your eyes, listen to the sound of my voice. As I drop it, just a bit, to this.. tone.. Soft, sexy, just a little bit playful… 

Close your eyes, and relax. Completely. Forget about the rest of the world. Work, school, the girl who turned you down yet again… All of that… Right now only two things exist. You… and I… The darkness, and my voice…

You’re still tense, I can feel it… Here, let me… Help you… Feel my hands, gentle pressure on your shoulders from behind. Running across your shoulders, feeling for the knots. Rubbing gently at first, harder where necessary.

My nails scrape lightly across the back of your neck, across your shoulders, and down your arms. I laugh a little, tugging at your shirt to get you to pull it off, out of the way…

As you sit back, tossing your shirt to the floor, I slide in behind you. You feel my hands on your naked back as my legs wrap around your waist. Do you have any lotion? Oh… Nevermind… I have some… Hope you don’t mind Vanilla… Its my favorite…

Cold as I squirt it across your shoulders, letting it drip down your back. Smell of Vanilla. I inhale deeply, purring softly in your ear from behind. Pressure across your back again as I start to rub it in. Pressing my thumbs either side of your spine, rubbing down toward the top of your jeans and back up to your neck again.

More lotion in my hands as I lean forward to rub your arms, kneading the muscles. Against your back you feel my breasts, at some point I took my shirt off… Wet, as I run the tip of my tongue along your shoulder blade. Edible lotion, of course.

I finish with your arms, bringing my hands around, brushing the ball of my thumbs across your nipples. Running my hands down your chest and stomach. With one hand I unbutton your jeans as I slide out from behind you.

A moment later I’m kneeling before you, working at the zipper and tugging at your jeans. I tug off your shorts as well when you lift up for me to pull the jeans off. They fall in a heap somewhere across the room as I toss them away.

I place myself kneeling between your thighs, rubbing my breasts against your erection as I lean forward to kiss your stomach. Flick of my tongue across the tip of your head as I take you in hand.

That satin feel I love so much. Wet as I take you into my mouth, just a bit at a time. My free hand moving down to caress your balls. Quickly I find a rhythm, pausing only once as you try to take my head in your hands. Trust me… 

I start to move faster as I feel the tension building, tasting the pre-cum. I stop before you finish though, pulling away, letting the slightly chill air cool you down a little. 

There’s a slight rustle as I slip out of my skirt, sending it to rest somewhere on the opposite side of the room. Impatient. 

Placing one hand on either shoulder, I lean forward to kiss you, parting your lips with my tongue. I carefully position myself with one knee on either armrest, allowing you to bring your hands up to my waist.

Moving one hand down, I position so that I am hovering just above you. The head poised to enter, resting against where it wants to be… I’m so wet its dripping onto you.

Slowly I move downward, allowing you to enter just a bit. The head fully inside. My hand is still holding you, keeping you from moving your hips and thrusting further than I want yet. Slowly I pull up, pulling off completely. Then, again, so slowly downward, halfway inside. I pull off again.

I kiss you again, as much to distract myself as to distract you. Bringing both hands to the back of your neck, twining through your hair there. Moving downward before you can thrust, impaling myself. I gasp, digging my nails into your shoulder. 

I love the way you feel, so hot, so hard… I pull up again, but the teasing game is over. I encourage you to thrust, meeting you. I whimper softly each time you pull out, afraid you will stop even though.. In Theory.. I am in control... 

After a while, I get impatient, pulling off and standing up. I take your hands and pull you down to the floor with me, pulling you on top of me. Kissing you deeply, I lay back, looking up at you. Waiting…

It's your turn.



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You sound breathless. "Hello James," you slur. 

"Hello Mrs Gerrard. Where are you?" I ask. "Are you alone?" 

"In my kitchen. It's early afternoon, it's really hot outside, a fine Pennsylvania summer's day. I've got the air conditioning on. I spent the morning gardening. And you?"

"I told you. Germany. Berlin. It's night, dark, pouring with rain. I can't believe I'm calling you right now."

"How come you're there?" you ask, in your American drawl which never fails to turn me on. 

"Can't remember if I told you by email. I'm with about 20 friends, it's my mate's stag do - you know, like a batchelor party - and we've been drinking heavily. They're all sat down in a restaurant up the road. We flew over from London yesterday morning."

"Do they know where you are right now?"

"No. I told them I was going to the loo. They haven't ordered dinner yet. I'm standing on the other side of the square. I wanted to talk to you again. Can you hear the rain? It's absolutely pissing it down."

"Very sweet of you to call."

"I had to. After seeing those photographs you took for me. Christ almighty, Mrs Gerrard. You looked so, so fucking hot."

"Which pictures did you like the most?"

"I don't know where to start. The one where your tits are pushing out over the black bra. Your huge, pale tits. That was so sexy. And some of the more nasty ones....they were just incredible."

"You liked the anal ones?"

"God, yes I did. And when you had a big dildo in your pussy and a smaller plug in your butt. Thank you, thanks so much. I came like a train when I saw them for the first time."

"I was thinking about you when I took the pictures. And are you still feeling horny?"

"As always. My cock is really hard in my jeans. It's lucky it's dark here, this is a really public place. I wish you could see it. There are neon lights everywhere, red and blue light smeared with rain. I'm getting really fucking wet by the way."

"You're not the only one dear."

"Really? (laughs) You're touching yourself....already? You've still got your clothes on though, right?"

"Well, a skirt and a top. But it's very easy to lift a skirt..."

"And you have already? Nice."

"I'm touching myself through my panties. I'm wet already. Listening to your voice. And thinking about the pics you sent me."

"I owed you."

"You've seriously never done that before?" you ask.

"Uh-uh. I took those shots for you and you alone. Did you like the six-pack? Sorry to sound vain. I've been working out a fair bit lately..."

"I liked it all. Thank you. And I still think you look like Sting."

"Hardly."

"You do. Blond hair, blue eyes. slim."

"He's 30 years older than me."

"He's still gorgeous though."

"And my cock?"

"Yep. I loved the pictures of your erect, circumcised cock. Like a big stick of candy. I'd love to wrap my lips around it and suck you long and hard."

"God Mrs Gerrard, I love your American accent. Especially when you're talking dirty to me. Are you still touching yourself."

"Oh yes. My panties are wet, very wet. Your English accent isn't so bad either."

"Where's your husband today?"

"Out, working."

"On a Saturday afternoon?"

"Yep, it's just little me all home alone. The kids are out at a friend's house."

"And you've got your toys with you."

"Oh yeah."

"Which ones?"

"The butterfly, for my clit. And a nice solid vibrator."

"I bet you can't wait to start playing with yourself properly."

"Mmmm."

"Not yet. I want to talk to you a bit longer before I let you finger yourself."

"Please?"

"No."

These are the rules of the game. I tell you what to do, and how to do it, and you must do as you are told.

I continue: "Can you feel me kissing the back of your neck? You should just feel my hot breath against your skin...."

"Yes, that's good."

"You're just sat in the chair, and I've come up behind you. We're both fully clothed. I start to lick against your neck and your ear. I an see your beautiful, bulging cleavage."

"Touch my tits, please James."

"Not yet Mrs Gerrard. I move up behind you and start to run my mouth along your cheek, towards your mouth. You turn your head slightly. Your lips feel soft against mine, as I press against you."

"Please can I touch myself?"

"You can put one finger inside your knickers, just one. Are you wet?"

"Mmm, it's inside now. Yes I'm fucking wet, really juicy. Please can I add another?"

"Okay, you've got two fingers inside yourself. Where is your skirt? Are you still wearing it? I want to know exactly where you're sitting and what you're doing. By the way, my tongue is now inside your mouth. You taste warm and moist."

"My skirt is around my ankles James. I'm still wearing my panties, but I've pushed them to one side, and I've got two fingers deep inside my cunt."

"That's good. When did you last shave it?"

"Two nights ago. You know I like to be nice and smooth. Are you drunk?"

"Not really. I've had a couple of pints of German beer. Wheat beer. Okay. I'm still kissing you, but I now have my hand between your legs, pulling your pussy lips open, inserting my fingers. Those fingers you can feel between your legs...they're mine. And I'm still kissing you from behind. I can feel your tongue deep in my mouth. You're pretty fucking hot for an older married woman."

"Not so old. You're 30, I'm 38, remember?"

"I know. But I look young for my age, and you don't. (laughs)."

"You are so ornery. But that's what I like about you, my English penpal."

"I'd love it if someone walked past the window of the kitchen. Do you still have your top on?"

"Nope. It's off. I'm still wearing a bra though."

"Mmmm...a big, heavy bra. God I'd love to be there, licking your cleavage, running my tongue over your heavy fat tits. What kind of bra is it?"

"Big (laughs). But then you already knew that. It's black, it's lacey. It's the one you saw in my pics this week."

"Jesus, I would love to see you. I want you to imagine that I've now moved in front of you, I'm kneeling in front of your chair, I'm reaching behind, and I'm unclipping that bra. Are you taking it off now?"

"Oh yeah, it's coming off. Do you like my nipples?"

"Fuck yeah, so big, so pink, so....are they erect? I'm starting to lick them. Can you feel me biting and sucking them? I want you to tweak your nipples with one hand. Are you doing that?"

"Oh yes, so good, please can I touch my pussy again?"

"In a second. I want you to know that I'm crouching between your legs. You're sat on the chair, in just your panties, your big tits hanging over me. You hold your legs open. I'm reaching forward to lick your cunt."

"That's good, I can feel your tongue. Sorry James, I have to touch myself, I'm feeling my clit and pussy."

"How many fingers are you using now?"

"Two....hang on...Three."

"Your pussy tastes so fucking good. So moist. So womanly. Shame your husband's missing out on this. It's an amazing sight. Do you like the feel of my tongue, deep in your pussy?"

"Oh yeah, really good, keep going, don't stop."

"Have you got that vibrator? I want you to start rubbing your pussy with it."

Pause.

"I've got it in my other hand, it's on, I'm touching my clit with it."

"Take your time. You can't put it inside just yet. You're watching me stripping off, off with my shirt, my trousers, my shoes, my socks. Look how fucking hard my cock is. It's that stiff because of you."

"Wanna listen to my vibrator?"

"Yes, please, do it, hold the phone against your toy."

There is a faint buzzing noise. It is hard to hear over the sound of the rain and the Germanic conversation of passers-by.

"Do you feel naughty Mrs Gerrard? Having phone sex with a stranger on the other side of the Atlantic while your husband is out at work? You're a bad slut, aren't you?"

"Oh yes. Fuck, yes."

"Describe your toy."

"It's eight inches, it's kinda skin-coloured, like pinkish, it's got big veins running down the pole."

"Like my cock. I want you to lie on the ground, legs open, pussy open. I'm now lying on top of you, sucking your big tits, rubbing my dick against your shaven mound."

A few seconds later...

"Fuck me. Please enter me."

"Not yet. I'm just teasing you, holding my erection against your hard clit, pushing it against your lips, your hot wet lips. But not entering you. Not just yet."

"Please. I want you inside me."

"Okay. I'm rubbing my bell-end against your opening. You're giving way. You want my cock badly. I can feel you opening up. I'm slowly entering you."

"So good, feels good."

"Now push that big vibrating plastic cock deep into your pussy."

"It's inside me. It feels so good, so fucking good."

"I can't believe this Mrs Gerrard. I'm in Berlin, never been here before, with a massive erection in my jeans, and I can't do anything about it."

"Touch yourself."

"I am, through my jeans. I'm so frustrated. But I can't exactly get it out in public, can I? How does it feel?"

"So good, so deep, so amazing. I'm lying on my back. I'm filled with cock. Plastic cock. Your cock. So fucking good. I'm not going to last much longer."

"You're going to have to. Push the vibrator even harder into your pussy. Then I want you to lick a finger and press it against your arsehole. Are you doing that?"

Pause

"Yes. I've got a dildo deep inside me and a finger inside my ass."

"I didn't say you could finger your arsehole!"

"Too late. It's inside me now. Feels so good."

"Tracey, I've got to cum. This is driving me insane. Listening to you, moaning, I've got to get some relief."

"What's with the Tracey?"

"Now that I'm inside you, fucking you, making me mine....it seems appropriate. I haven't forgotten that you're married...Mrs Gerrard."

"I like it when you call me that. Like I'm your teacher, and you're my naughty boy."

"How does that toy feel. Are you nearly there?"

"Oh yes, nearly there, so fucking near. You've got to get somewhere where you can cum at the same time as me."

"Okay, I'm walking, it's still pouring with rain. Can you hear it? I'm entering a restaurant (noise of clattering dishes and conversation). What's that? I can't hear you. Okay, that's better. I'm in the gents. There's no privacy. But there's no one here now. I'll go in a cubicle."

"Are you there?"

"Yep."

"Get your cock out."

"Of course. I'm unzipping myself. Christ, that feels good, to let it out. I was so fucking frustrated back there."

"Are you still hard?"

"Of course I am. I'm so hard."

"Touch yourself. But first, lick your hand."

"Okay. Are you still pumping your pussy like an obedient fuck-slut?"

"Oh yeah. I'm close, so so close. Are you masturbating?"

"Yep, my dick is so swollen, so pink, the head is red, I must be close. I'm inside you. I've got your legs over my shoulders. I'm pumping your pussy. You're so hungry for cock. You feel so tight, so hot, so moist, so tight. (whispers). Someone has just come in."

"I don't care. I want you to jerk off. I want you to cum right now. I can feel your dick inside me. You're massive. Filling me. So big and stiff. Harder, fuck me harder."

"Oh fuck, Tracey, oh fuck, so close. I'm sucking your stiff pink nipples, holding your neck with one hand, your buttock with the other. Filling you with prick. Oh my god, I hope no one here speaks English. I'm cumming, inside you. Oh. Mrs Gerrard. Fuck. Yes." (moans, screams with pleasure.) 

"Ohmigod, Ohmigod, don't stop, keep thrusting, pumping. I'm almost.....oooooogh. (groans, screams with excitement). Fuck yeah!. (more quietly). That was beautiful."

"Did you cum? Did you squirt this time?"

"Oh yeah, I've got my ass on a white towel, it's really wet with my juice. What about you?"

"I came like a train. Spunk all over the toilet bowel. There's some on the wall as well. You are so dirty, my dear fuck buddy."

"Bye for now. Enjoy Berlin."

"I already have." (hangs up) 



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It was the first time I had spoken to him on the phone. I had hoped for a deep voice but it was a little on the high side but still very masculine. Maybe it was just his mannerisms. The speech pattern, I'm not sure but I was still intrigued. We chatted about mundane things and tried to figure out a place to meet but the hour just kept getting later and later. 

By 12:30 in the morning we still had not made any real decisions other than that he would be happy to have me sit on his face and fuck me hard when I came. Not that this was a bad thing by any means it just wasn't helping the current state of my libido which was now rampant. I had been managing to keep myself busy. Occupied so that I wasn't thinking of the constant pulse I felt between my thighs. Work, friends, gym, journal...but lately when I went back and reread my journal entries I saw all my desires leaking on to these pages. 

"Do you have toys?"

"What?

"Do you have toys? It doesn't sound like we are going to meet tonight and want to hear you cum. Go get them, I'll wait."

I lay sprawled on my bed for a moment and feeling considerably less bravado than I had a few minutes earlier. Phone sex. I honestly was not really into it. I had done it before but only with an ex-boyfriend years before that literally knew me inside and out. I wasn't much of a talker during sex so I was afraid to disappoint. Aw, hell.

"Just a minute..."

I rolled off the bed and scavenged around for the toys he was requesting. I wasn't even sure I had batteries! And at least one of the vibrators a big, silly, pink latex thing, was broken. I turned the base and nothing... I picked up the other and it whirred to life. I started to put the broken one back but decided to bring it with me instead.

I lay back down on the bed. The room was dark except for the light coming in from the arcadia window and from under my bedroom door. I picked up the phone again.

"Hello?"

"Do you have your vibrator?"

"Yes"

"Let me hear it"

I twisted the base and held it close to the mouthpiece.

"Naw, turn it on higher"

I turned it up and touched it to the mouthpiece. It clattered. God, if he couldn't hear it now....

"Oh yes, baby...what are you wearing now."

I was still dressed in my work clothes since I had planned on going out but had taken off my underwear, also since I had planned to go out. 

" Black tank top, black sweater, olive skirt...no panties."

"Mmmm, yes, are you wearing a bra?"

"No"

"Lick your finger and rub it slowly over your nipples. Get em hard, baby, roll them between your fingers, and pinch them. Let me hear you."

I followed his directions and drew a sharp breath as I touched my breasts. I could feel a pulse between my legs and the wetness that lately was always present. He told me to place the vibrator on one nipple and pinch the other. I did. I'm nothing if not accommodating. His voice...it had gotten lower and I heard a faint mid-western hardness to it. Without his prompting I slid the other pink vibrator inside myself. It was thick and long and I held it inside me feeling the vibrations spread from my nipples. 

"Now baby, touch your clit. Keep the vibrator on your nipple and just work your clit with your fingers. Side to side, up and down, circles, I don't care, let me hear you. Be my cheering section, baby; tell me that you like it. When we meet this is all gonna happen. Those fingers are my tongue, you feel me? You feel my face buried there licking your clit?"

I did. My pussy contracted and squeezed the cock inside me and it slid out. I pushed it back in with one hand, still rubbing my clitoris with the other. My breathing was getting heavy and a little ragged. I was so wet I had to hold the rubber cock inside me or it would slide out again. 

"Yeah I hear you, you like that. Tell me you like it."

I opened my mouth to speak but it just came out as a hoarse moan. I started to fuck my self slowly with the cock and my breathing caught in my throat. 

"Put your toy on your clit now"

I still had the vibrator on and running but it had fallen onto the bed. I groped for it in the dark and pressed it just up over my clitoris. That was one of my most sensitive areas and the vibrations made me cry out. 

"Yeah, baby, you love it don't you? You gonna come for me? Let me hear it, tell me what it feels like."

But within seconds I was coming. I couldn't talk. I could moan and cry out and pant like a fucking bitch dog but the only words that came from my mouth were oh god and fuck, in no particular order. I worked the cock inside me and felt another burst of wetness. I thought briefly that I should have put a towel down then the thought flew out of my mind and I worked the cock faster wishing that I had something in my ass, as well. The orgasm just kept going and my hand got tired before I was really ready to stop. I have no idea of the noises I made. Soft moans, harsh breathing, crying, curse words, probably everything but I can't really say that I was listening to my self and his words were an encouraging buzz in my ears as he urged me on telling me how good I sounded coming for him, how much he was going to enjoy hearing those noises again as he fucked me soon. I was shaking and panting then lay still for a moment trying to compose myself. 

"Do it again."

"What?'

"You heard me; I'm not done with you yet. Take the vibrator and place it just inside your hole. Do not push it in until I tell you."

The other cock had slid out of me and lay between my thighs. I slowly pushed the buzzing vibrator just up to the opening and heard my self whining into the phone. Oh my god, the pulses, the sensations right at the opening...I was breathing heavily again, my fingers already teasing my clit.

"Yessss...unnhhh"

My fingers slid back and forth in the sticky wetness and my muscles contracted trying to draw the vibrator deeper inside.

"Push it all the way in now, baby. Fuck yourself good. Find your spot and fuck it, c'mon baby, be my cheering section, let me hear that you like it."

I plunged it in deep and could feel the vibrations everywhere. My fingers flew between my legs and I moaned loudly. Oh god, I would come again. I felt it building and pumped the vibrator faster inside me pressing it against the upper wall ad hitting a spot that made me gasp and released more wetness. I could hear the vibrator buzzing and moving in and out of me in a wet, sucking noise. My legs were pistoning against the mattress, rolling my hips, spreading my legs wider, pushing up against my fingers and this time I heard my self yell out.

"Oh fuck! Fuck...fuck me! Oh, ohhhhhh...."

The vibrations pumped in me and I came again, not as hard as the first time but it surprised me! I threw down the buzzing vibrator and grabbed the thicker plastic cock and worked it feverishly inside me the sound louder now of my keening and the cock sliding inside me as hard and fast as I could work it. 

"You have to make me come now baby...and yourself, too. Tell me what you want me to do when I see you. What's going to be the first thing that happens? Say it...Tell me."

I worked the big cock into me and placed the vibrator just at the base of my clit, underneath. Placing it on the tip was more that I could take but just under it tickled and felt delicious. The words poured from me like the flood between my legs, interrupted by my panting and moans. I pulled the cock out to the point of the just the head being inside me then buried it deep inside me with a single stroke, over and over again. The words flew from my mouth.

"I'm going to push you up against the wall and take down your pants and suck your balls. I want you in my mouth. I'm going to suck your head and stroke you with my hand. I want to lick your head like a sucker and taste you. When I get you hard you bend me over the couch and shove it inside me...make me scream...pull my hair spank me, I don't care just fuck me ....Fuck me...uhnnn...."

"Are you going to come for me again, baby, are you gonna be my cheering section and make me come, too? Put the phone between you legs I wanna hear that pussy."

I laid the phone on my thigh and fucked myself even harder with the cock. My hands were soaked and it was running down my ass. I circled my clit with the vibrator and cried out again then dropped it lower and pressed myself against it. I was so close again. Oh my god, so close. I put the phone back in the cradle of my shoulder and cheek.

"Hello? Was that you? Was that your pussy? Oh shit! Oh god, I'm going to suck that pussy, I'm gonna fuck that wet pussy so hard ..."

"And my assssss.... fuck my ass....please....Oh, oh, yesss, please"

"You want me to fuck your ass, too, baby. Yeah, that tight ass will make me come so hard, fuck, yeah, fuck that wet pussy then that tight ass, you're gonna come all over my dick aren't ya baby?"

All I could do was echoing him as the third orgasm racked my body violently. My hips were churning and the vibrator pressed me closely under the clit but the vibrations were everywhere. I did scream this time, cried out, whimpered, echoed everything he said, yes, he would fuck my wet pussy, yes, he would fuck my ass hard and yes, I would come on his dick, yes, I was soaking, yes, he could come in my ass or on my face or ....yes's. It didn't matter, yes, just yes.

I heard him growl and then say fuck loudly. I pictured him squeezing his cock, shooting cum everywhere. I couldn't help but smile a little. I must have blushed a little, too. 

"Did you hear me baby? Did you hear what you made me do? Jesus, I came all over my hands for you, all over the place, Christ."

I could only giggle a little and my breathing was almost normal. I turned off the vibrator and stretched slowly feeling my muscles shake then relax. I laid the other next to it and then felt under my ass. There were several huge wet spots underneath me. 

"Oh shit, I'm going to have to change my sheets!"

I giggled again and he laughed, too.

"Um, you better go get yourself cleaned up. I better go get MYSELF cleaned up. You have an early morning, don't you?"

"Oh yeah....Jesus, did you really come...I mean...how many?"

"Three times."

"Christ, yeah, you'd better go get some rest. I got to get to bed but we'll get together soon?"

I said yes even though I don't really know what we will decide to do. But I do know that I still have to change my sheets. 



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The door was unlocked so I rang the doorbell and walked in. She stood there in her sheer housecoat, the belt tied tightly around her waist as she talked on the phone. I walked over to her as she leaned against the wall, talking.

The curtains on her large, ground-level windows were open but I didn't care. I reached down and undid the belt and opened her robe, letting my hands caress her slim waist and roaming up towards her magnificent breasts. They were heavy and warm as my fingers teased, squeezed and caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening as I did so.

She continued talking as I leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Shelley, I wonder how wet your pussy is right now." She smiled as she felt my hand slide down, my fingers rub her pussy lips. To no one's surprise she was wet and one finger easily slid into her pussy. She smiled, her head leaning back against the wall.

"Think of how wet my cunt would be right now if you were on your knees, your tongue licking me," I heard her say into the phone.

She was having phone sex I discovered. Well that's fine with me, I decided. I'll let her talk while I see how wet I can get her. I took one breast between my lips and sucked it deep, holding it there while my tongue rubbed her hard nipple, rubbing it around and around and then flicking up and down against the nipple.

I slid a second finger into her pussy and she spread her legs wider and arched her back out away from the wall, trying to pull my fingers deeper into her wet pussy. My fingers began to fuck her pussy as my mouth moved to her other tit to suck and lick.

"oh my goodness your tongue feels soooo good," she spoke on the phone. "keep licking my pussy, I want to cum on your tongue" 

My mouth let her tit be and I began to kiss my way lower, kissing and licking her stomach, her slightly enlarged mound and, slowly, slowly, down to her wet pussy. My fingers still fucking her, my tongue began to lick and rub her clit. She arched her back even more, pushing against my fingers and tongue.

"That's it," I heard her speak softly. "Slide your tongue into my cunt. Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum you bastard!"

I continued to finger fuck her while licking her enlargening clit for several more moments. Her moaning became louder, the phone tight against her lips, ensuring the caller at the other end heard every moan.

Suddenly I stood up, slide my fingers out of her pussy and walked away. She looked at me with shocked surprise.

"Oh MY GOD, DON'T STOP" she screamed into the phone. She slid two of her own fingers into her pussy as I walked away.

A few minutes later I returned carrying a bottle of Baileys. I slid her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, wondering if anyone walking by on the sidewalk was watching. I slowly dripped the Baileys on her left nipple and tit and let my tongue lick it off. More drips and then my mouth hungarily sucked her entire tit into my mouth, sucking as my tongue licked the Baileys off and played with her nipple.

"Oh God, yes, yes," she said into the phone. "That feels soo good." 

I poured the baileys over her tits and let it flow down her body, now arched well out fromthe wall. My tongue licked a path following the Baileys to her pussy. I got on my knees and let my tongue lick her pussy, now even sweeter with the taste of Baileys. My hands reached behind and pulled her ass out, my tongue sliding into her wet cunt to tongue fuck her.

"OH MY GOD YES, YES," she screamed into the phone. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE"

I continued to tongue fuck her, then alternating between licking her pussy, rubbing my tongue up and down against her pussy lips, forcing my tongue between her lips to lick her pussy and then rubbing my tongue around and around her clit. I could feel her pussy lips tightening as she began a fucking motion, pushing her hips outwards against my tongue and fingers.

Several minutes later she pushed hard against my face, her legs spread, her one free hand grabbing my head and pushing it hard against her pussy. 

"OH FUCK" she screamed," I"M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. Keep licking my cunt you bastard, I'm going to cum on your face." 

And she did, her juices flowing, so sweet, so warm, so wet. I held her steady as I licked her pussy clean.

"You bastard," she told the phone. 'You made me cum all over your face and now I have to tell you the truth. He's here with now doing just that, licking my cunt until I came and now I'm going to take him into the bedroom and fuck him all night. To bad you're not here/" 

And she hung up the phone and grabbed for me.

But there was no bed. I spun her around and steered her towards the couch, bending her over the end of it and spreading her legs wide. She didn't resist. My hard cock was only too eager to slide into her wet cunt.

First I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips and against her clit. She pushed her ass backwards, anxiously trying to suck my cock into her eager pussy. My hands grabbed her hips and held her still as my cock slid ever so slowly into her wet pussy. I slid my cock in and out, in and out, holding her hips as i did so.

She met every thrust with a backwards push, wanting my cock as far into her cunt as possible. I fucked her hard and slow, then faster, grabbing her hair with one hand and pulling her head back..... just as the two of us looked up and saw her neighbour staring at us through the window. Shelley tried to get up but I pushed her back down and held her there as I continued to fuck her.

I looked at her neighbour, smiled and waved at her to come in. I had never met her neighbour, Kathy, but I had seen her in the backyard hot tub, in her skimpy bikini that showed off her marvellous tits and tight little ass. 

Shelley was shocked, embarrassed when Kathy walked in and said, "Well, well, Shelley. I seem to caught you in a predicament. What would Harry (Shelley's husband) say about your fun?" "Yes, Shelley," I said. "What would Harry say if he knew you were fucking a stranger?"

Shelley struggled to get away but my hands pushed her down and pressed her into the couch, my cock still buried in her cunt

. "Hi, I'm John," I said to Kathy. "Nice to meet you John, I'm Kathy," she said. "But I'm feeling a little left out here. You two are h aving lots of fun and I'm standing here fully clothed."

"Well, Kathy, I would suggest you take off those clothes and lets see what kind of fun the three of us can have," I said. 

She didn't need any encouragement. IN moments she was naked and kissing me, her tongue deep in my mouth, her hands squeezing my ass and balls. I took her hand off my ass and put it on Shelley's back so kathy could hold her down and I took my then free hand and began to play with Kathy's tits.

She took my hand away and offered her tit to my mouth. I licked her nipples and sucked her tit into my mouth as my free hand found her pussy. She was already wet.

"Kathy," I said. "Your cunt is almost as wet as Shelley's. Do you need to be fucked?"

"Oh god, yes," she said. "Well, you might have to wait until I finish fucking Shelley," I said. "But you know, I'll bet Shelley could enjoy licking your pussy."

Kathy was quickly laying on the couch, her legs spread as wide as she could get them as she slid her cunt forward, towards Shelley's face.

"No, please I've never done this," Shelley said in a whimper.

"Then isn't it time you did?" I said. "Believe me Shelley, there's nothing like eating a wet cunt until it cums. Now just stick out your tongue and enjoy."

Then I slapped her ass, hard,, and she jumped. But she didn't pull back as Kathy slid her eager cunt forward until I couldn't see it for Shelley's face.

"Lick my cunt you horny little bitch," said Kathy as she grabbed Shelley's hair with both hands and pulled her head forward. 

Shelley was nervous and uncomfortable but in a few minutes, with my cock still fucking her own cunt, and Kathy holding her head firmly between her legs, Shelley began to let her tongue lick Kathy's cunt. In minutes I could see Kathy begin squirming, little moans coming from her mouth. Obviously shelley was getting the job done.

I could feel myself about to cum so I grabbed Shelley's hips and began to fuck her fast and hard, a move that pushed her face and tongue further into Kathy's pussy. I came with one final hard thrust, holding my cock deep in Shelley's cunt for several minutes, enjoying the warmth, before pulling out.

I walked around to Kathy and offered her my cock, now covered in my cum and Shelley's juices. She smiled as her tongue came out and began to lick the juices off my cock. Soon she was sucking my cock deep into her throat. 

Several minutes later she stopped, moaned loudly and I could see she wanted to enjoy Shelley's licking of her pussy and sucking of her clit, so I reached around and pulled her legs up towards her tits, spreading them wide and watching as Shelley's tongue enjoyed her now fully exposed cunt.

I could see Kathy's face begin to contort, her moans getting louder and quicker as Shelley brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Shelley reached her hands under Kathy's hips and lifted her ass as her tongue plunged into her wet cunt...it was obvious both women were loving this as Shelley tongue fucked Kathy into a body-shaking, yelling orgasm that lasted for minutes. Shelley's face never left Kathy's cunt until she shaking had subsided and Kathy finally relaxed. Kathy reached down, grabbed shelley's hair and pulled her up to give her a long, passionate kiss. "Thank you neighbour," Kathy said. "That was incredible. And we must do it again." 

"Goodness yes," said Shelley. "Now I can't wait to feel your tongue licking my cunt while I suck John's cock.

"Oh look," she said as she reached for my cock. "I think we can get him hard again right now."

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*** This is a very early piece from my first year of college that I just recently found again. It's definitely not perfect, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway! ***

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"Hello, darling. How was your day?"

There was just something about the way his voice rolled over her body that made her feel like she should be paying him by the minute. His words were lulling, assured. He teased her and her heart rate subtly increased. It didn't really matter what he talked about, just as long as he kept doing it. Something erotic rolled around every syllable, each word held a laughing sexual charge that infused her body with warmth. She loved him and she loved his voice, even if that was all she could have of him while she was so far away for so long.

"Penny?" She loved the way he said her name; somehow he managed to just slightly alter the pitch of the "e," making her name all his own. She liked that.

"Yes, Will?" Her voice was low, languid. He knew that tone.

"Hey, baby, what are you wearing right now?" He whispered suggestively. She shivered.

"A red thong...and nothing else," she said, rolling onto her back, the phone at her ear, "Why do you ask?" She was playful.

"Well, you see Penny, I'm really hard right now...and I love imagining your little red thong on my floor."

She smiled and bit her lower lip, playing with the waistband of said thong. She was just about to ask him what he'd do to her if she were laying thus clothed in his bed, when her room door abruptly opened.

"Anna!" She almost shrieked.

"Oh, sorry, Pen, I was just—" Anna stopped mid-sentence, a mischievous grin forming on her face. "Hey, was I interrupting anything?"

"Well, kinda...you know, phone sex." Penny giggled.

Will, quiet on the other line, whispered something.

"What, babe? Sorry, Anna just walked in," Anna winked.

"Darling, why don't you ask Anna to do what I can't?" His voice still held an edge of playfulness, but there was something breathy and serious there, too. Penny automatically laughed. "No way, William; not interested." Anna raised an eyebrow a bit suggestively. 

Penny was a bit intrigued by this idea, but wasn't sure how it would progress.

"Come on, Penny, bring out the Punisher..." Will was pushing.

"What's he saying?" Anna sat down on the edge of the bed. "It sounds naughty." Her little smile was a bit naughty, too, truth be told. "What's she thinking", Penny wondered.

"He wants you to use my dildo on me, since he's twelve hundred miles away." Penny said, only half-joking.

"Yes, and you deserve a good fuck, darling," William added.

"And he also says I deserve a good fuck...because I'm such a great girlfriend." Penny tried to dilute the idea with some lightness, so Anna didn't think she was serious. Anna, however, was very quiet.

"Anna, he's kidding." Penny searched her friend's face.

"Well, Penny, why just a dildo? Why not let me strap it on and be your man for tonight?" Anna looked up, defiant, as if daring Penny to be uncomfortable.

"Anna, that was a long time ago; I'm happy with men now. I have Will."

"Oh, I know that, Pen, don't be stupid," Anna stood up and kneeled by the bed. "I would be happy to give you what you need, no strings attached, no assumptions made. I want you to talk to Will while I fuck you."

Penny shivered and knew this would happen. Her thong was slick with her wetness; she was excited.

"Penny? Penny? What's going on?" Will was still on the phone. Anna winked and left the room for the strap on.

"Well, it appears as if your wish is coming true."

"What?"

"Anna is going to be you, darling. She is currently retrieving her strap on dildo from our wild lesbian days. I'm going to put you on speaker phone and you both are going to fuck me."

"Oh, Penny, you are so wonderful."

"Thank you, dear, I know." Penny smiled to herself.

Anna came back in with her Annie-O Outlaw leather harness. Penny had one herself, back home in Will's bottom drawer. She remembered how great Anna looked in one. Her hair was short and black and crazy. She was one of those unbelievably cute and little lesbians that could tame a straight girl. That's what had happened to Penny at least. Their freshmen year they had been roommates. Then they were lovers. It was pretty common at this all girls' school they attended. Than Penny fell in love with Will and they were just friends. Anna was still a little in love and Penny never really had been. But Penny had loved that Annie-O.

Anna shut the lights off and got undressed. 

"What's going on now?" Will was eager.

"I'm putting you on speaker phone and setting the phone down. Anna is putting on the harness. What are you doing?" Penny asked.

"Right now, I am just softly stroking my dick, thinking about that leather harness in my bottom drawer and how you are getting ready to feel a cock in you again."

"It has been a while..." Penny sighed and felt Anna climb onto the bed.

"Too long, babe." Will whispered.

Anna touched Penny's ankle and slid her hand up over her calf and around to the back of her thigh.

"Her hands are soft; just like I remember. I love the sound of our bodies moving against each other." Penny sighed softly as Anna pushed open her knees and knelt between them. Penny could feel the dildo just outside of her red thong.

"God, I wish I could feel your breasts in my hands..."Will groaned, a small sound that tightened Penny's entire body.

"I love your hands on my breasts," Penny affirmed as Anna's hands moved up over her stomach and cupped a tit in each. Penny gasped. "Squeeze harder, please."

Will felt his cock jump in his hand and wished desperately that he could watch. He wanted to see his girlfriend's lover squeezing Penny's breasts. He wanted to see the strap on dildo poised at her pussy, forever hard, forever ready to make her scream for it.

Anna pinched her nipple and Penny moaned, "Oh God, I want you."

The ambiguity in her voice drove Will crazy. Was she talking to him or Anna? He wasn't really sure it mattered.

Penny wasn't sure either. She moved her own hands up over her old girlfriend's stomach and gently cupped her breasts. She could feel each hard nipple against her palm and wanted to taste them, roll them across her teeth. Anna stopped her though, bringing her mouth down on Penny's and sliding her tongue inside. Penny moaned against her friend's lips. She heard Will say desperately, "Penny, please, don't stop talking..."

Penny felt like she was losing control. She wanted so much to whisper to Will everything Anna was doing, but her mind was blissfully unable to communicate. She wanted to watch Will's hand moving over his cock. She wanted to taste him, feel him. But Anna's hands were amazing, too. She wanted her kiss, her slender hips moving above her.

"Anna, please—" Penny's thighs were wet; the tip of the dildo bumping up against her clit was driving her insane, "I'm so wet; I need it. Please, Anna. Will, tell her..."

Will could barely find his voice. His cock head was slick from his pre-cum; his hand moved in his own moisture. He needed his lover to be penetrated. He wanted to hear her cries of pleasure while he brought his own.

"Anna, give it to her. Fuck her hard for me."

Will's command drove Penny wild. She reached down and pushed her wet panties off, tossing them to the floor.

"Yes, Anna, fuck me." She looked up expectantly into her friend's face. Anna smiled and winked and ran her tongue intoxicatingly around Penny's lips.

"Just a minute little lady," Anna said, smiling. She winked wickedly and kissed down her friend's body, pausing at her hardened nipples and licking them until Penny was writhing on the bed. Anna's tongue moved down further kissing her flat stomach and brushing her lips over the soft hair above her pussy. "Do you remember this?" She asked coyly as her tongue darted out and flicked at Penny's hard clitoris.

"Remember what??" Will's voice was frantic.

"Will, she's-" Penny gasped as Anna's tongue lapped suddenly at her entire slit, making her drip with desire. "She's licking me, Will." She moaned, deep and sultry and Will squeezed his dick tighter, holding back his orgasm with a low moan deep in his throat.

"Oh Will, she's so good with her tongue! She's going to make me cum, but I can't! I want the cock so badly! Tell her to give me the cock!" Her voice was almost panicked as her desire increased with each stroke of Anna's deft, pink tongue on her wet pussy lips. 

"Anna, please." Will gritted his teeth, the strain obvious over the phone. Anna nibbled on Penny's clit and she screamed but just managed to delay the crashing waves of pleasure. "Give her the cock for me."

"You got it, brother." She then moved back up Penny's body so that she was holding herself up in a push up position and kissed Penny deeply, pushing her tongue into her friend's mouth so that they could both taste her tangy pussy on their lips. Penny's breath was shallow and desperate as she grasped Anna's breasts and squeezed hard, bucking her hips up to rub against the poised strap-on there. Anna laughed softly and reached down pulling Penny's legs up and sliding her hands under her ass to do so. She placed the dildo right where Penny wanted it, just barely touching the soft, wet skin at the entrance of her quivering pussy. She watched Penny squirm frantically, frustratingly moaning her desire, the fake cock teasing her cunt. Then Anna suddenly grabbed Penny's wrists and aggressively pinned them above her head as she thrust hard inside her best friend. The harness pushed back against her, putting pressure on her clitoris, her own wetness moistening the black leather of the harness.

It had been too long for both of them. They both cried out in wanton pleasure together. The dildo opened Penny up wide; she loved the way it filled her up getting wetter as her desire built around it. Anna started to move inside her, thrusting slowly at first and then building speed, the cock sliding deliciously inside her tight, wet pussy.

"Oh, faster Anna." Her moan was sultry and full of desire.

Anna knew what to do. She held Penny's body down and bean plunging into her the way that Will could only fantasize about right now. She knew Penny liked it hard and fast and wild. Penny met Anna's thrusts with her own hips, grinding their bodies together like they used to, fucking like nothing else mattered, their pussies trembling with a deep hot desire as they rubbed together, mixing their musty wetness.

Penny began to moan loudly. She wondered vaguely if the other girls in the hall could hear her desperate cries, but didn't care as Anna pounded hard inside her. She started with "OH Will I wish you were here!" and progressed to a less coherent, "Yes, God, Yes, don't stop...please, oh yes!" 

Will's body remembered those cries. He knew she screamed more the harder the sex was and had time to appreciate Anna's skill before his body demanded release. He paused, not wanting it to end yet and just listened to Penny's moans as she got closer and closer.

Anna, too was close. Their bodies were slick, their breasts sliding thickly against each other, their hard little nipples grazing against the others'. Her whole body felt alive and charged, pressed against Penny's creamy skin, hips pumping furiously. Suddenly she was coming hard, screaming Penny's name and arching into her as hot liquid burst from her, squirting over the harness and dripping down the cock and all over Penny's pussy and thighs. She slowed her thrusts, but stayed inside her friend's tight pussy.

Penny's breath was ragged as she felt her friend ejaculate. "Don't move yet." Penny wrapped her legs around Anna's slim back and turned them around so she was above her friend straddling her roughly, the cock pressed deep inside her aching cunt.

"Will, I'm going to come now and I want you to listen because I am going to scream your name." Slowly, but faster and faster, she began to slide up and down the strap on dildo, fucking herself while Anna watched, amused, but quickly getting aroused again. Penny realized as she started wanting it harder that this was part of why she liked a man; she wasn't worried about hurting him. With Anna, who was so small, she had to hold back a bit. She couldn't completely open up; she wasn't completely comfortable. There was definitely something sexy, though, about a huge cock jutting out from Anna's petite form. Something that she knew she couldn't get anywhere else and that thought alone made her pussy contract hard around the dildo, wanton for her wet release.

She was warmed up enough and spurred on by Will's moans on the other end of the phone that signified that he was more than ready. Anna came suddenly again, bucking her hips hard into her friend as she screamed and Penny knew she too was there. She felt the orgasm break and wash over her, held back at first, suspended in time, than powerfully contracting everything below, flushing her body with languorous pleasure as she furiously humped Anna below her, forcing the hard cock deep into her contracted pussy. She cupped Anna's breasts in each hand as she came, pinching her lover's nipples as she ground her hips hard. She suddenly heard Will's pleasured groans and knew he was shooting his load over his tight stomach as he pumped his cock in his fist. She imagined his cum spraying over her breasts, coating them in his hot white load. She loved his cum.

She rolled off a twice-sated Anna and sighed. Anna laughed and sat up, taking off the harness and getting dressed.

"Hey, wait, Anna, I—" Penny began when she realized her friend was leaving.

Anna came over and kissed Penny on the lips softly. "It's fine. Really. Perhaps we can play again, Penny. Goodnight." Anna left her friend to her boy with a smile and plans to return in the near future for a repeat.

"Well, William, what say you?" Penny asked lazily, taking the phone off speaker and crawling under the covers.

"Darling, it was the next best thing to a personal love fuck from me."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I'm glad you did as well. In 60 more days, you'll be screaming my name while I'm in the same room."

"That sounds wonderful." Penny was sleepy. "Time for sleep now, okay? Tonight was fun. I appreciate it."

"It was a pleasure babe. I love you."

"I love you too. Sleep tight."

"You too. Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

They hung up and went to bed, each dreaming of the other and definitely appreciative of all women colleges.



Phone Sex



It was about 10:00 and I was lounging around my hotel room in San Antonio when my cell phone rang. I grabbed for my Bluetooth and stuck it up on my ear and hit the button to answer.

"Hello." I thought I knew who it might be.

"Hi Baby." Her voice was sweet and almost mischievous sounding. It was my sexy wife, Joy. 

"How are things back home?" I had been down here for five days already and would not be back home until later tomorrow. I longed to feel her, to touch her. The sound of her voice instantly made my cock start to swell. 

"I'm horny Baby. I need a cock."

"mmmmmmm I like to hear that. But not necessarily when I'm about 1,500 miles away. I'm sorry that I can't be there to take care of that." My cock was fully hard now and straining my shorts. The sound of her voice was having an effect, especially with those seven powerful words telling me that she needs a cock.

"You know how you said that if I ever needed to fuck, and you were out of town, I could call a friend of ours as long as you knew about it." She kind of purred when she spoke, a hint of guilt along for the ride. Her words were velvety smooth like the skin on the inside of her thigh. 

"Yes...........?" I said with some trepidation. 

"Well, I called Bill to come over. He's here now. And I was wondering if you would like to listen while I play with him." She was very coy in how she said it. 

My cock got even harder with the thought that there was a man there with my wife. I didn't know where they were and what was going to happen, but the thought was strangely exciting to me. 

"And where are you at?" My curiosity was definitely piqued. 

"We're in the living room right now." 

"And what are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing my black stockings, my black and red garter belt, and my 5" Mary Jane pumps."

"And?" In some ways I hoped that there would be something else, but in many others, I hoped that this was all she was wearing. If she was wearing nothing else, that meant that she was really ready to fuck. My breath quickened with that thought. 

"Nothing else except my Bluetooth so that I can talk to you and have both of my hands free. You might say that I'd like to do some 'hands free roaming' tonight." Her voice turned very to a very mischievous sound now. "I'm sitting here in the big chair with my legs crossed. My nipples are hard as gumdrops, and I'm bouncing my leg." 

"And....... where is Bill?"

"Right now he's sitting across the room on the couch. I'm waiting for your permission to play. What do you think, Baby?" 

"What else are you doing right now?" I thought I knew the answer to this question, but I longed to hear the answer from her lips.

"Well, other than talking to you, I'm pulling and twisting my hard nipple right now." My cock hardened even more. Normally her nipples are very ticklish. When she is either playing or, more importantly, allowing me to twist and pull them, it means that there is a hard-wire connection between her nipples and her pussy. It means that she's ready to fuck and will have several deep orgasms. It also means that she'll be a voracious fuck. I love those times.......

"What do you have planned Honey?" I know that my voice had both a sizable amount of excitement and a pretty good hint of fear. 

"I want you to listen while I first suck Bill's cock then fuck him. I'm going to describe everything that is going on while it happens. And I want you to listen and stroke that big hard cock of yours. And I know that your cock is hard as a rock right now. Is that ok?"

"Well........." The thought was very intriguing and somewhat scary. My beautiful wife was going to suck and fuck this friend and all I could do was listen. We had invited Bill to join us a few times before, having met him at a local bar about a year ago. But each of those times, it was the three of us together and I was in the room to enjoy the taste and feel of Joy's pussy while we played. Being here in San Antonio with them there in our home 1,500 miles away was a different matter. 

I love watching her play in person. I love sitting back and watching her seduce a man, and then fuck him until he covers her with cum and then fucking her while she massages the man's cum into her tits. I dearly loved watching her sexy lips wrapped around a cock covered in her own juices. I especially loved to then fuck her pussy doggy style while I watched her lick her own juices off a cock and suck it. She always makes sure that the turns to the side so that I can watch as she slides his cock deep into her throat. Pretty typically, the sight of her sucking a hard cock sends me over the edge. I have to be very careful or I will blow my load quickly at the sight of her sucking while I'm fucking her. She always wants me to wait until she makes him cum in her mouth. She loves to have a cock explode in her mouth and another explode in her pussy at the same time. The sight of white thick cum oozing from around the cock in her mouth always makes me blow my load hard. And the feeling of her pussy convulsing around me as I pump her full is pure heaven.

But, I couldn't watch now, even if I wanted to. I knew that it would drive me crazy. And so did she. 

"It appears that I have little choice in the matter, do I?" 

"I think you have a firm grasp of reality, Baby." Her voice was now even more mischievous sounding. "And I'd bet you have a firm grasp of your cock right now too." I could tell she was smirking because she was right. My hand was slowing stroking my very hard cock. 

"Well, Joy, it appears that both Bill and I are in your hands. What are you going to do next?" 

"That's my Baby. You lie back and listen while I tell you what's happening here. Bill, come over here....... Baby, he's standing right in front of me now. It looks like his cock is hard and straining his pants. I think that he might be enjoying this too. If not yet, he will shortly."

I was now stretched out on the bed, grasping my hard cock and stroking it slowly. 

"I'm reaching up and massaging his cock through his pants. I think he's been enjoying the view. While we've been talking I've been playing with my breasts and pulling on my nipples. You know how much you love to watch me massage my breasts and play with my nipples. And you know what happens when I twist and pull on my nipples don't you? It appears that he likes to watch as much as you. He's straining to be freed from these pants." 

Her voice was again very silky and seductive. "MMMMMMMM he's very hard and he's not wearing any underwear." I could hear an odd sound then she said, "I'm rubbing my face on his crotch. Yes, he's very hard." It was the sound of his trousers against the Bluetooth.

I could hear a zipper being slowly unzipped. "I'm sliding his zipper down Baby...... unbuttoning his pants." 

"OH, MY..... his cock is so very hard. And Baby......there is a little surprise waiting for me." I knew just exactly what she meant. "Surprise" was her special word for a nice big drop of sweet precum on the tip of a cock. With all the teasing she's been doing, I'd bet the drop on his cock was probably huge. 

"mmmmmmmmm I'm rubbing it onto my lips. Mmmmmmm licking them now. It's very sweet." 

A huge drop had formed on my stiff prick now as well and was running down the head. She was going to make us both cum with huge loads and I was not going to be able to share mine with her. 

The distance between us was heightening my sense of hearing. I could hear everything that was going on and I hung on every sound.

"Bill is naked now, standing before me. My fingers are wrapped around his hard cock and I'm stroking it very lightly. His balls are nice and big and he's oozing another big drop. Mmmmmm I just smeared it onto my right cheek. I'll leave it there. Maybe I'll leave it there for you to see tomorrow night." 

I closed my eyes and imagined what she was describing to me. There are times when she would suck on my cock early in the morning before we went to work. As soon as I gave her a silky drop of precum she'd smear it somewhere on her body..... her breast.... her nipple......her ass..... or on her mound just above her clit. Then she'd tell me that she'd wear it there for the day. Then she'd get dressed and go on to work. And along through the day sometime I'd get an email or a call telling me how good my juice felt on her. It would drive me nuts.

"His cock is less than an inch from my waiting mouth. It smells so sweet. The tip is hard and smooth. My hand is wrapped completely around it and I'm stroking it very lightly." There was a pause to let me take in the image. 

I heard a kiss. Then she said, "Kissing it." Another kiss. And then a bigger kiss. 

The next sound was a little like a flutter. "Flicking my tongue all over it." The vision was clear in my mind. My beautiful wife, dressed in nothing but stockings, garter and heels sitting in my living room with a man's cock stiff in her hand and her lips and tongue roaming lightly over it. I longed to see it in person. 

Then I could hear a slurping sound and a moan from the background. "mmmmmmm I just sucked in deep into my mouth." I realized that the moan was from Bill. Another slurping sound. "mmmmmm his cock is so hard and so sweet. I'm taking it deep. Just listen while I suck it slowly Baby."

There were repeated slurping sounds and I knew that she was very slowly devouring his cock. I could hear his reactions in the background although he spoke no words, just the light moaning of a man who had his cock in the mouth of a beautiful woman. I imagined that she was now on her knees and concentrating very hard on sucking. I could just imagine how her cheeks would be concaved in. When she sucks, she sucks nice and hard. The method always causes her tongue and cheeks to wrap around your cock so that you can feel it up and down your shaft. I knew that Bill would be enjoying this. I'd bet his knees were getting week right about now. 

Then there was a loud pop. "mmmmmm His cock is so hard Baby and his balls are so big." I knew that she was sucking hard like she does with me to make such a loud sound when she pulled it out. 

"Are you on your knees Joy?" I asked although I hoped that I knew the answer. 

"Yes........I am." 

There were more slurping sounds and I knew that she sucked his cock back into her moist mouth. 

"And now I'm sucking his big balls." All I could hear was a scratching sound that I assume was his pubic hair rubbing over the Bluetooth. Then I could hear her moan in a very low, almost purring sound. I knew the sound. She loved big balls. She loved to rub her face in them and she loved to suck them. She loved to make them grow and swell from her attention. And she loved the way they changed while she sucked and played. 

Then, I heard more slurping sounds and a more intent purring. She was now in a zone. She was oblivious to nearly everything around her as she sucked and licked and stroked. I could imagine that he was now finding it hard to stand up. She has a wonderfully talented mouth. She could bring me to the edge of orgasm quickly and easily with her mouth. 

All the sudden she must have realized that I was still on the phone and again another pop as she pulled his cock from her lips. "mmmmm Baby, his cock is so hard and so sweet. I could easily just suck it until he shoots in my mouth. But, I want to fuck him first." The sound of her words drilled right through to my soul. It was something about the way she said "fuck him" that I knew that she was on a different plain now. 

"Sit down here Bill." I could hear a slight poofing sound as he flopped down into the overstuffed leather chair that she had been sitting in. I could see in my mind how he might look sitting there with his hard cock standing straight up in the air. 

"Baby..... I'm standing in front of him right now, giving him a view of my body. My clit is so hard and ....... mmmmmm....... I just slid my finger down into my slit. I am so wet right now. And.....mmmmmmm...... my juices are so sweet."

I longed to be there to taste her pussy and lick her cunt. But that wasn't going to happen. 

"I'm facing away from Bill now........ standing with one leg on each side of his...... straddling him..... giving him a nice long view of my ass." I could visualize her standing there as she has done with me on many times. Her long legs wrapped in those sexy black stockings, perched on top of the 5" Mary Jane pumps. I could see the straps of her garter belt framing that sweet ass perfectly. 

"I'm squatting down now....... bending over...... letting Bill see just how swollen and wet the lips of my pussy are. I'm reaching down and grasping his cock. Oh, Baby, it's so hard and big. I'm going to love fucking it."

I was dangerously close to blowing my load as I stroked my cock and listened to my beautiful wife tell me now she was going to suck and fuck this guy.

"I'm lowering myself down now...... rubbing the tip of his cock through my lips. Oh........... Baby........... I'm so wet. I'm covering the tip of his cock with my juices...... putting the tip at the entrance to my love hole.......mmmmmm. Baby I can feel the tip spreading my wet lips.......slowly lowering down...... oooohhhhhh....... the tip is in......I can feel it pushing my lips open...... spreading them apart......... now just the head......."

My eyes were closed and I was stroking my own cock very lightly. I had been on the verge of cumming for quite some time now. But I wanted to hear it all. I wanted to hear my wife fuck Bill and cum. 

"Oh God..... Baby the head of his cock is inside of me..... Oh God...... I'm so wet.... it's so big. Lowering down...... OH God!!!! It feels sooooo good. Slowly........ Oh Baby..... Oh yes......YESSSSS....oooooooooooooooo....... I've got his entire cock inside now. It feels so good. If I move I'm going to cum." 

I could imagine what it looked like if I were sitting on the couch across from them. Her legs straddling his and her shaved pussy impaled on his hard cock. I could easily guess that his balls were pushing up against her clit. And I'd bet all you could see was his balls and the mound of her shaved pussy.

"I'm pulling out slowly...... very slowly. OH God!! That feels so fantastic...... pulling out so slowly. Bill, hold still. I'm going to fuck YOU." 

I could hear her squeal with delight and I knew that she would not last before her first orgasm. 

"Baby, I'm going to drive his cock into my pussy. Just the very tip is inside now and I can feel it spreading my lips apart. Are you ready?"

I could only muster a muffled "Uh huh" as I was stroking my own cock and imaging what his cock looked like covered with my wife's juices and sitting with the tip spreading her lips. The pause seemed like it lasted for an eternity.

"OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she dropped down and his cock drove deep into her. "OH BABY HIS COCK IS DEEP!!" I could hear her gasp for air. "OH BABY, I'M CUMMING........"

Her screams of passion were very familiar. I knew that she was writhing on his cock -- stuffed deep into her pussy. She let out four yelps that told me that she was coming in waves. Then there was silence.

"Baby, I came so hard. Are you still there with me?" 

Again all I could muster was "Uh huh." 

"mmmm Baby that felt good. Did you cum?

"No, Joy, but you sounded like you did."

"Oh yes I did and I've still got this hard cock deep in my pussy. And I'm going to fuck it some more." There was a cross between the mischievous tone and the sultry seductive tone that she had earlier. 

"Tell me about it, Honey. Tell me what you're doing to him."

"mmmmmmm It's too bad you're not here to see right now. As I look down, I see my pretty shaved pussy and his big tight balls. He's buried deep in my pussy." 

I knew it..... Her confirmation of my earlier vision almost sent me off the edge. I had to stop stroking for a moment to keep from cumming.

"I'm rotating my hips, Baby...... swirling that cock deep in my pussy....... just like I do on you." Joy had been a belly dancer a few years ago and she had a fantastic hip action. She could do incredible things with her hips and as she did, her pussy would have the same action as if she was sucking on your cock. 

"mmmmm Baby his cock feels so good in my pussy. And I've got to tell you that I came so hard that his balls are covered with my juices. Mmmmmmmm."

"I'll bet." Was all that I could get out. 

"mmmmm I'm lifting up. Oh my....... is it wet down there. You didn't cum did you Bill?" All I could hear was a muffled and very disheveled "No." from Bill. "Then that must be just me."

I could hear the slurping of her juice as she rode him in and out of her. "mmmmmmm" she let out another purr as she fucked him. And I could hear her breathing pick up again. She was gaining speed and peaking again. "mmmmmm ooohhhhh" She was back into her zone. 

"His cock feels so good. I'm taking it in and out of my wet pussy...... faster........yes......." 

It wasn't long and her breath was coming in very short and very quick gulps.

"Oh Baby....... I'm cumming again..... Yes........ OH yes..........." And I listened and could hear the slurping of her pussy on his cock again. "Oh Baby...... here it comes..... ARRRRGGGHHH........ YES......YES...... YESSSSS."

I was dangerously close to coming and straining not too. I had listened to her as I fucked her but never just listened. She was such a sexy lady when she fucked. There was just a certain guttural sound to her voice that was pure passion. Listening to her fuck now was better than any porn movie could be. This was my wife cumming hard on another guy's cock.

"Oh Baby that was good but I need more." I could hear rustling. "I'm getting up off him now. Oh my, his cock is covered with my cum. I am all over him." 

Hearing that made it even harder to hold onto my own orgasm. I was hardly touching myself now and I was on the edge of cumming. 

"I'm down on the floor Baby. My legs are spread wide open and my wet pussy is open and ready. You know how you like it Baby...... I've got my legs up with my heels in the air. And I'm cupping my titties, ready to be fucked." 

The visual was very vivid. I love when she spreads out and opens up for me. Her sexy stocking-clad legs frame a perfect picture of her shaved pussy...... opened up and inviting.

"My clit is hard and my lips are very swollen......... ready to be fucked."

I was getting light headed at this point.

"Bill, get down here and drive that cock into me. FUCK ME HARD!!!"

He was close enough that I could hear his breath in her Bluetooth. "Oh Bill...... push that cock into me...... FUCK ME."

"YES............THAT'S IT.........Oh Baby, he's fucking me........ fucking me hard." I could hear him grunting and her squealing. I could hear the slapping of his balls against her ass as he pounded into her. 

"POUND ME.......BILL........... FUCK MY PUSSY........ GIVE IT TO ME......" 

He was pounding her. Her voice wavered as he fucked her hard and fast. While it was only a few minutes, it seemed like it went on for a longgggg time. The sound of my wife with a cock pounding into her pussy was almost more than I could take. My cock was so hard and my balls ached to blow.

"YES.............YES.........GIVE IT TO ME.........YESSSSSSSSSSSSS........ FUCK ME........." 

All the sudden I heard him grunt and Joy screamed, "THAT'S IT......GIVE IT TO ME....... CUM ON ME........OH GOD............YES......... CUM ALL OVER ME......THERE'S SO MUCH CUM....... OH YES.........."

I had the vision of his cock exploding all over her breasts and tummy and that was all I could take. "Cum with me Joy................" And I shot the first of three long streams of cum up on to my belly. "Take his cum Joy........."

She squealed and screamed and I knew that she was cumming hard for her third time. 




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There was a long silence. I almost fainted when the blood rushed back from my cock to my head. 

After a long while she finally broke the silence. "Baby, I'm covered in cum. Oh my...... That was fantastic. I've got cum on my face and I'm massaging it into my tits. I've got cum everywhere." 

"I know. I'm covered too. Are you ok?"

"Yeah Baby I am. I hope you didn't mind my getting fucked. But I thought you'd like to listen in." 

"I'm glad that Bill could be there to take care of you." I was emotionally and physically wasted. "Just listening to you wore me out. I'll bet Bill is wasted too."

"Oh he's gone already. He's done his job and I'm done with him. So I sent him home to think about it and to appreciate what just happened." 

As we then finished our conversation with some small talk, Joy occasionally would remind me that she was playing with the cum that had pooled in between her tits. She was such a tease.

I slept really well, but woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on thinking about her getting pounded by Bill's cock. Later as I boarded the plane to head home it was just about all I could think about and it really made the plane ride home tough. And I kept replaying what I thought it looked like over and over in my mind as the plane flew home. I had almost convinced myself that it was all a dream and then she met me at the airport baggage area dressed in a trench coat. I had gotten to the baggage area before the rest of the passengers and there was no one very close and Joy paused a few feet in front of me and opened the coat and flashed me. She was wearing the same stockings and garter that she wore last night with Bill and nothing else but her Mary Jane pumps. I knew that it was not a dream now because the garter belt and the tops of her stockings had the stains of his dried cum. There were about 6 or 7 stains on the garter belt and 3 or 4 on the top of each stocking. He must have blown his load everywhere. She smiled, winked, licked her lips and then she closed the trench coat came over to me and gave me a huge hug and kiss, driving her tongue down into my throat. 

No, I had not imagined it. She was obviously tremendously horny and wet because I could smell her musky scent. She leaned close to me and said "My juices are running down the insides of my thighs." 

My knees got weak but I reached for my bag and managed to get it from the carousel before it was whisked away. As we wandered out to the car, she let the trench coat fall open and I could see her hard nipples inside. 

In the car on the short trip home she leaned the seat back and opened up the trench coat fully and gave me a close up view of her fantastic body. Her clit was standing so hard and tall almost like a little tiny cock. And she was right, the insides of her thighs were covered with her juices. She turned on the reading light to provide a spot light on her and she pointed out what I had already seen....... the dried cum from Bill fucking her the night before. 

"See these?" she teased. "It's dried cum from Bill last night....... He fucked me and showered me with cum." Her words rang in my ears. She said it with a certain pride that was strangely exciting. 

When we got home she took me by the hand and led me to the family room stopped and unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My cock sprang out as hard as it was the night before. She peeled off my shirt and pushed me down naked into our double movie lounger. She took off the trench coat and picked up the controller and pushed the button and started a video. 

"I want you to watch a movie." She said with that really mischievous tone again. 

The video opened with her sitting in the chair in our living room, dressed in the same stockings, garter and heels she was wearing now, legs crossed. Her nipples were hard as gumdrops and she was bouncing her leg. The only other thing she had on was the Bluetooth. "Hi Baby." She said.



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Ben picked up the papers he found on his dinner plate. He glanced at the top one; mildly surprised to find he was looking at some kind of porn ad. 

Hey Guys! Now you can talk to hundreds of girls, instantly, at your command: Hot Chicks, Naughty Housewives, Foxy Ladies, Sexy College Girls -- we got them all! And they're all available, just for you, anytime, day or night, at our one low rate. Our girls are HORNY, squirming in heat, and desperately eager to tell all...to YOU!

His puzzled frown deepened. He looked at Jo who sat poised on the edge of her chair, leaning across the table in her eagerness to see his reaction.

"What is this?"

"Go on. Read the other one," she prompted, smiling hopefully.

He looked at the bottom page: 

Ladies!...make BIG money!!! Work at home. Set your own hours. No experience necessary!"

Check out the FAQ on our website. This could be your ideal job!

Ben looked up inquisitively, and found himself confronted by his wife's dark sparkling eyes. From under that even row of soft bangs, she gave him one of those expectant smiles; the kind a cute little girl gives her Daddy when she knows he could never say no to letting her get that new puppy.

"So, where'd you get this?"

"I downloaded it. Printed it out. From the internet...you know!"

"The internet," he said with a knowing shake of the head, making it clear that, in his opinion, that explained a lot. 

"Yeah, sure...the INTERNET!!!" She was struggling to suppress the excitement bubbling up in her.

"Yeah, I know all about how you spend your afternoons -- with one hand on the keyboard, " he teased. It was a standing joke between them, ever since the time he came home early to surprise his randy young wife seated before their computer in nothing but her bra and panties; totally oblivious to his arrival, completely absorbed as she was in some sort of erotic website replete with bare-chested males and whips and chains.

"Well? Whadaya think?"

"I don't understand."

"Sure you do," she began coyly. "It's PHONE SEX. You know! You call a number, give them your credit card, and someone talks dirty to you for as long as you want. A lot of people get off on that kind of thing, you know." The informational tone she used made him smile: His wife -- the sex expert!

"Let's see if I've got this straight. Some guy calls 1-800-SEXX, and on the other end they get...YOU?"

Jo's grin widened into a sunny smile, as she struck a triumphant "ta-da!" pose -- hands out, flattened palms turned upward.

Ben just shook his head in bemused wonderment at the impish grin of his impetuous, fun-loving wife.

Her big brown eyes rolled up under her bangs.

"Well, come on! Why not!?" she demanded. "We could use the extra money. And they gotta get someone to do it. Why not me? Hey, I can talk on the phone as good as the next gal."

"Yeah, but can you talk dirty?"

She reached across the table, took his hands in hers, looked him right in the eye, and breathed in a low throaty whisper:

"Hey sailor, wanna fuck?"

*****

Jo couldn't wait to get back on line, sending the e–mail that would launch her new career. The answer she got, from a woman named "Marilyn," explained how it all worked. Each week Jo was to submit a schedule showing when she would be available to answer the phone. Once the schedule was sent in, she had to stick to it.

All the calls came in to Marilyn, or one of her operators, who took the credit card information and then asked what type of girl the guy preferred, meanwhile dialing up whomever happened to be on duty and was free at the moment. A few words of the guy's preferences were quickly passed onto the girl, and the connection made. It was up to the girl to take it from there, doing a bit of play acting, seeking to tap into the guy's fantasies. A girl needed a lively imagination, Marilyn pointed out. Jo was ready. If anything, Ben accused her of having too much imagination!

Jo's hours would be automatically logged; a check sent to her on-line account at the end of each month. In no time, the money would be rolling in. And all she had to do...was talk!

*****

Jo's first call was from a guy who requested a model-type, tall and leggy, a blonde, of course. 'No problem,' the spunky brunette promptly decided. Jo could easily become a drop-dead gorgeous blonde. She began by describing how she would prance about in high heels and the skimpiest of outfits, striding down the catwalk, proudly erect, flaunting her long, lean body. Her low, sexy description sent the guy into a groans of ecstasy. And when she told him how she liked to pleasure herself – by rubbing a bunched pair of her silk panties between her legs, his groans turned into one long shuddering moan, and then ...nothing. The guy had come! Only the heavy, labored breathing betrayed his continued presence on the phone. The novice sex worker was mildly surprised to find that turning on this stranger had left her curiously a-tingle with sexual excitement.

The next guy was more of a challenge: he wanted something Jo had heard about, but never tried. But when the guy begged her to take off her shoes and stockings so she could bring her feet into play, she seemed to instinctively know what he wanted. 

As she cradled the receiver, working automatically, she reached down to remove her sneakers. Of course she didn't have to do this. She normally went to "work" in her loosely comfortable oatmeal-gray sweatsuit. It was silly really, since the John could not possibly know what she actually had on...or took off for that matter! But the sincerity in his pleading voice moved the girl to go barefoot. And only when she pulled off her thick white socks did she tell him how she would insinuate a naked foot between his legs, and use her toes to play with his balls; wriggle her toes in his pubic hair. She told him how she would place her foot squarely on his achingly erected cock, and slide it up and down the quivering length, rubbing deeply, pressing hard with the sole of her foot on his solid erection to stroke his throbbing cock to a shuddering climax. The John grunted...and came, panting like a racehorse.

Once again, when she hung up the phone, Jo found herself all fluttery, hot and bothered by sexual tension. A hand to her brow confirmed that she was sweating, flushed with the heat of arousal. She took several deep breaths, swallowed down the rising lust, and made a determined effort to get a grip on herself, before she could answer the next call. 

*****

Fun-loving Jo plunged into the new venture like she did most things: it was a lark; lighthearted fun, where no one got hurt...but from the very first call she found she was getting turned on by these intimate chats. It soon became apparent that her " day job" was getting her motor running at a high pitch. For the rest of the day, she was even more randy than usual. 

Soon her hands were moving with a life of their own. It seemed only natural to take matters in hand, to relieve the terrible itch, to savor the pleasure of her touch while she engaged in some erotic interplay with the voice of an unknown male in a city far away. When the phone rang, Jo, would push back the sleeves of her sweatsuit, ease back on the pillows of the small chaise lounge kept by the phone in the den, and cradle the receiver in the crook of her neck. Then she'd begin her spiel in the husky whisper she had adopted as her "phone voice," while slipping a hand up the oatmeal sweater to cradle a small taut breast, or sending a free hand under the elastic waistband, plunging down the front of her pants, there to leisurely fondle herself in a slow, dreamy caress while she spun the words of fantasy. 

In this way Jo spent some very pleasant, and very profitable, afternoons; but there were the lingering after-effects. The inevitable consequences of several hours of dirty talk meant that she was so excited that, by the time Ben got home, she had to restrain herself from jumping on the poor guy the minute he walked through the door. She barely managed to hold off till they went to bed, when Ben was taken aback by the intensity of the sexual hunger of the voracious woman who attacked him so ferociously. Ben, who at first was mildly skeptical of his wife's new day job, quickly became intrigued. After Jo had satisfied her lustful hunger on her more-than-willing, although increasingly exhausted, husband, they would snuggle together. Then one night, as she lay with her head pillowed in the crook of his arm, he asked her to tell him all about her day.

Laying there, basking in the afterglow of a bout of hot and heavy sex, she told her husband about the young guy that had called that day, a college boy, he said. What he wanted was a dominatrix, a stern woman, leather-clad and booted, who would tie him down, naked and spread-eagled on a bed. Though this was a new one for Jo, she happily plunged into the role; told him she was lean, hard-bodied brunette, who had on a wicked bustier of gleaming black leather that left her naked from her hips to the tops of her black thigh-high stockings. The lad was thrilled, and asked in a pleading voice if she didn't also have on a pair of gloves, long satin gloves. She assured him on that count, instantly realizing that what he craved was the feel of cool silk sliding over his naked body.

She obliged by syrupy words that fell like a light caress teasing all over his outstretched, young body. She told him how she would place her palms on his chest muscles, rubbing in a circular massage; how she would pluck his little nipples with her silk-clad fingers, rolling the little nubs, tugging on them. Men's nipple could be very sensitive, she assured him in a teasing purr. She described how she would move her slow hands up and down, exploring every inch of his tense body all the while carefully avoiding his upright cock. And finally, when he was pleading with her for relief from the exquisite torture, arching his hips high off the bed, as far as his restraints would allow; twisting to offer his begging sex to the tantalizing caress of her gloved hands -- only then would she place two flattened fingers right on the underside of his throbbing, pulsating prick, and slowly draw them up that quivering length, inciting a delicious shiver that brought with it a powerful paroxysm of pure pleasure.

As she described how she had masturbated that young man over the phone, Ben reached under the covers to find her hand and placed it on his penis, which she found, somewhat to her surprise (given their still-recent depletions) was once again standing at rigid attention. She giggled, and slowly stroking Ben's aroused manhood, she told him how she next had a wicked thought: to take advantage of the helplessness of the boy. Squatting over him, she would sit on his face; force the tied-down boy to service her. She told him she would straddle him, move up till her needy cunt was over his face, then squat down, bringing her gaping sex right down on the boy's nose and mouth. She began to rock back and forth over the ridge of his nose even as she grabbed his ears and mashed his face into her opened squirming crotch. She told the whimpering, panting lad how her juices would run down all over his face; how she would grind her pussy against his nose and lips forcing him to lick her cuntlips, and stab her depths with his stiffened tongue; how he'd be forced to pleasure her, lapping at her wet, smothering, all-engulfing sex, till her thigh muscles clenched on his face as an incredible orgasm wracked her body.

Under the blankets, Jo's loosely wrapped fingers tightened on her husband's turgid cock, as she confessed in a whisper what it a powerful turn on it had been for her -- to have a man tied up and helpless beneath her. Slowly, dreamily, she began pumping her fist up and down, till her man came out with a throaty growl of pleasure, as she yanked hard sending him into a thundering climax...yet again

*****

These stories of her phone dates inevitably turned Ben on; he was hungry for details, all the details. He wanted to know everything, what she said and did; how the guy reacted. And Jo had plenty of tales to tell, for over the next several weeks she had found herself pretending to be: a strict schoolteacher, a crisply-efficient nurse, a perky teenaged cheerleader, a classy older lady, a naughty schoolgirl, a snooty lady boss, an elegant princess, and a painted whore. She had even done a girl scout for an immensely grateful John who did nothing but whimper with pleasure the minute she began describing her "uniform" to him.

*****

It wasn't long before the sexual experiences of her afternoon became so intense that the phone sex worker was squirming on the chaise lounge, burning up with heat; no longer able to wait for relief that Ben would provide that night. She found there were guys who got turned on by the very thought that she was pleasuring herself as they talked; asked her to play with herself, and of course, Jo eagerly complied, describing in detail her autoerotic activities. Soon she found her hands were moving with a life of their own, seeking to fulfill the fantasies of a man on the other end of the phone. After a couple of hours of this sort of thing, Jo was exhausted, having brought herself to climax three or four times.

One day, after a series of hot calls, still sweating, with her inner thighs already damp, and a pussy that was sopping wet, Jo got herself heated up all over again by playing with a guy who wanted to spank her. 

She painted the picture he wanted: a bratty teenager, a pony-tailed school girl in kneesocks, white blouse, and plaid jumper with a loose pleated-wool skirt. She told him how she'd come to him to be punished for being naughty, how she's drape herself over his knee, and, at his command, reach back and lift up her short skirt for him, exposing her pantied behind. The guy on the other end of the phone hissed his encouragement, begging her to go on. And Jo shoved a hand down the front of her sweat pants, lifting her ass, at the same time and pushing the bunched pants down her legs, so she might more freely grab and palm her pubic mound.

She described laying folded over his lap, waiting for her spanking to begin. She described the feel of the guy's masculine hand caressing the seat of her thin cotton panties as he slid the thin fabric up and over the rounded mounds of her tight little ass. She told him all about the exciting anticipation; the sharp delight mingled with dread, when she felt those same panties being drawn down over her upturned bottom. She told him of the electric thrill that came with the full realized that she was stretched out over a man's lap, her naked bottom served up for his pleasure. 

In a heated rush, the phone sex worker shoved her baggy pants down to her ankles, kicked them free. 

She told him in a breathless whisper how she lay tensed up, eyes closed, clenching her rearcheeks in tingling expectation. She vividly described the slap of his fattened hand as it came crashing down on her bare butt. And when she described how she screeched and twisted on his lap, kicking up her heels as he spanked her relentlessly, a surge of lust raced through her and she bore down on the hand that had burrowed between her clenching thighs.

Jo was bent over, humping her hand, her bare ass pointed towards the open door of the den, when Ben walked in on her. He stood entranced in the doorway, watching his half-naked wife, kneeling on the chaise lounge with her rump raised so invitingly, breathing heavily into the cradled phone, moaning, and pleading to be spanked!

It was an invitation no red-blooded male could possibly refuse!

The End

Copyright 2003, Don Winslow



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So I am sitting in the chair watching another boring rerun on the TV; to liven up the evening I decided to take down the light blanket from the back of the chair and put it on my lap. Once the blanket is there I lift my dress up, exposing my nether regions. 

My hand instantly goes to rubbing the smooth lips, feeling them and rubbing them it is so very exciting. I keep rubbing them while I watch the rerun, after a while I slip one finger down, parting the lips revealing the hot moist treat beneath it. I move the finger farther into the depths of my nether regions, splitting my lips even farther to accept the full finger allowing it to move from the very tip of the lips into the deeper darker regions. 

I continue moving my finger farther down, allowing it to breech the opening to my tight pussy. Once it enters, the stream of juices meets the new comer in. Engulfing my finger in pure delight; letting it move deeper inside, encouraging it farther in. 

My pussy squeezes against my finger, hugging it in acceptance, wanting it to go deeper in, encompassing the whole finger in my own juices just to allow a smooth departure and allow an even smoother re-entry. 

Moving my finger in and out of my pussy, my other fingers rubbing the outside of my lips, trying to split them, but then resisting the urge. I continue to move my finger in and out of my pussy, allowing the palm of my hand to tease my engorged clit, touching it just barely as I allow my finger to go back inside. 

Moving my finger in and out of my pussy my palm rubbing against my clit, I think how much more I want, I want something bigger and harder, but I am alone; so I move in another finger, once inside I move them deep then back out then inside deep again. 

I feel my pussy muscles squeezing against my fingers, and then I pull them apart, stretching my pleasure box pretending that it is a hard dick going in. The thought makes me want to go even deeper within the depths of my pussy. I move them in as far as they will go, this time instead of moving them out, I move them within, moving the palm of my hand against my clit, rubbing it, playing with it. 

I feel myself getting closer, I have forgotten about the show I am watching and continue masturbating. Oh, how I wish someone would walk in and just take me, fuck me hard and deep. I am biting my lip, I feel the heat rising, my breathing is getting quicker, "oh don't stop" I continue, this time moving my fingers in and out, thrusting them deep, slamming the palm of my hand against my hardened clit. 

The sensation is getting even better. Moving in and out, pulling and stretching the muscles, feeling the sensations against my clit. I can no longer hold on and release completely. 

A smile creeps across my face, my tongue licking my lips as I move my fingers in holding them there while I finish cumming. Once complete, I bring my fingers up to my mouth, licking each one taking the enjoyment from each one, licking them completely, tasting the pleasure of myself. Once I have completely finished licking my fingers, I allow them to go back down to my pussy, letting them rest there while gently rubbing to help remind me of the pleasure I just had.

I go back to watching my boring reruns that I have watched several times over. I start to get antsy again, wanting something to do; but I resist. 

I have to wait, I can't go to bed now, it is too early and if I were to go to bed in this mood, I will not be able to rest. I must stay up, wait until it passes. Back to the reruns, I start flipping the channels, there is nothing on, but it is too early I must resist the urge to go to bed and to my toy box. 

I must resist, I have been spending much to much time in my toy box. I have to continue watching the shows, only another half hour I tell myself, then I can go to bed. It is like telling a crack addict that they must wait for their next hit, I am just addicted to the feeling that comes over me when I cum. The warmth, the ecstasy there is nothing like it. I have tried to find something to replace this need, but have been unsuccessful.

What am I to do, only 20 more minutes, that is all I have to wait, 18 minutes. The time just seems to drag on, why won't the time just be over, maybe I can cheat and go a little earlier? 

No, I must wait only 15 minutes, that is not very long, I can wait, just 13 minutes. It is almost here. I can feel my pussy starting to moisten, knowing the time is coming closer. Only 10 minutes. Maybe if I get up slowly and walk to my room it will be time.

No, I must wait the whole time, 8 minutes, I can last. I am starting to count the time. I don't think my clock is working. It must be running slow; how can I still have 5 minutes left. This is torture. 

This is totally stupid, I'm an adult, this is perfectly legal. I don't have to restrain myself. I can go right now, it is only 3 minutes left. I think I waited long enough. I turn off the show, I can't remember what I was watching, only the clock is what I remember. I put my blanket back on the back of the chair. And get up starting to walk to my bedroom.

But I am stopped. My phone is ringing. Should I get it or just leave it? I am torn, but I finally relent, promising myself that I will give myself extra attention for allowing this break.

I pick up my phone and notice a number I didn't expect to call. I answer confused, wondering why you would call me so late. "Hello?"

Then I hear "her tits are huge, they are bouncing up and down as I am slamming this pussy, will you join us?"

Knowing this is the call we have been talking about off and on for the last several months. I quickly agree and run into my own bedroom, stripping down, pulling out my toys, put on the wireless headset and start. I am already out of breath, I hear your breathing getting heavier, I hear the moans of the woman you are fucking. How very exciting, phone sex in a whole other light. "fuck that bitch" I say, "tear her pussy up, slam into her, make those tits bounce"

"I am fucking my pussy with your favorite toy, moving it in an out. Is her pussy wet?"

"yes" you moan

"is her pussy tight" I ask

"uh, huh" you say

"do you want to fuck it hard?" I ask

"oh, yes, very hard" you say. Then I hear your bodies smacking together. The noise of your hard dick going into her pussy hard, you smacking against her, makes me so very fucking wet.

"are you watching her tits moving up and down?" I ask

All I hear is moaning, this gives me my answer.

"I want you to pull all the way out" I say. "I want to hear her whine in disappointment."

I hear the disappointed moan, smiling I say "now play with the rim, just put your tip in barely then bring it back out"

"Are you doing it?" I ask

"Yes" I hear

"Put it in again, very slowly, just letting your tip in, are you watching?"

I barely hear a yes escapes your mouth. 

"Bring it back out, is she enjoying it?" I ask

I don't hear a response, "remember I can't see you, is she enjoying it?"

"Yes, I want to fuck her, I want to go in deeper" you say

"Not yet, tease her, I have to get more wet, do you want me to dry fuck myself?" I ask.

I hear a slight laugh from you. I guess you already know that I was dripping wet before the phone even rang and now there is no stopping the steam of juices coming from me.

Then I say "now slam hard and deep within that pussy, do it now, I want to hear her scream"

At that, I hear the loud scream, the slamming of your two bodies together, I hear your moan in excitement, this is so very exciting. I want even more.

"Is she fucking wet, is she begging for more?" I ask.

"Not yet" is the response I get.

"Are you ready to cum, are you getting close?" I ask.

"No" is all the response I get from you.

With a slight laugh I say, "Then she is not tight enough for you, pull out, I want you to fuck her ass, you need to teach that cunt, teach her to not be sloppy."

I hear the disappointed moan escape from her mouth, I know you are about to do what I want you to. At this moment I quickly say "Tell me when you are going to do it, I want to fuck my ass at the same time."

I hear you take a deep breath, knowing you are taking your time, my dominance has excited you.

Then, "I am at the opening right now, her ass is tightening up, it is going to be nice and tight, are you ready?" you ask.

"Oh, fucking god yes, slam into it, go in deep. Fuck that tight ass, make me cum." I am so very excited. You know just the breeching of my ass will make me cum so fucking hard.

Then you say "Oh, fuck yes, it is tight, I have buried myself to my balls, she is tightening against my cock, oh, yes"

You hear me moan in my own pleasure of having my toy lunged deep inside my ass. You know I am no longer in control of myself. I will continue fucking my ass. I need to hear you, I need you to slam into that ass, fuck it hard and fast.

"Fuck that ass, fuck it hard, slam into it, keep going deeper and deeper. I want you to fuck it hard, fuck me deep" I am yelling.

The moans I am hearing from the woman starting to match those of my own. My breathing is so much quicker than before, the juices are streaming out of my pussy, I am having a hard time keeping a hold of my slippery wet fake cock as I continue to slam it into my ass.

"Oh, yes, fuck it hard, just like that, oh yes, deeper, give me more, oh yes fuck my ass" louder and louder I get. You know I am getting so close to cumming. You are getting even closer.

"Watch those titties bouncing, pull her farther onto you, slam that ass, fuck it harder" I moan.

"Cum for me, I want to hear you cum deep within that sluts ass, I want you to shoot deep within her." I yell.

"Oh, god yes, I'm about to cum, Oh, Oh, Oh, mmmm, oh, yeah, just like that, press in deeper" I say, we have both finished.

"Oh, yeah, that is how you fuck that ass" I say.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask.

"Uh, huh." Is all you can get out.

Smiling, I say, "I will talk to you later, thank you for my evening treat."

"Nite" I say

"Til next time" you say, then you hang up the phone.

Til next time I mumble to myself. It has turned out to be a very good night.



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Evan was lounging on the couch, in a towel, having just got out of the shower. Smelling good and looking fine, Evan was almost 6'1, black hair and startling green eyes. He worked out so he was very fit, tight stomach, and a butt to die for. He was very well endowed as the head of his thick, long cock peeked out from under the towel. The phone rang so he rose off the couch to pick it up. "One of these days, I gotta get with "the now" and get a cordless," he thought to himself.

"Hello," he purred into the phone. "Hi Honey," Jenny, his girlfriend of the week, murmured into the phone. "I'm on my lunch hour so I thought I would give you a call and see what you were doing right now?" He hated her whining voice but she was good in bed, so he'd keep her until something else grabbed his attention. "I just got out of the shower," as he rolled his eyes in disgust, having heard this story before. "Well, I'm bored, so talk to me," she demanded, like it was his job to amuse her.

He thought he heard his door open but didn't pay any attention; people were always coming and going at his place. Hearing a humming sound, he said, "What are you having for lunch?" he asked. Feeling the vibrator, sliding down his back suddenly. "Boring tuna salad," she whined. "Hmmmmmm," he murmured as he could feel the smoothness and coolness sliding up and down his spine.

"Linda has the day off so I am on my own today," she said still whining. " Mmmmmm, were is Linda?" Evan asked. a little breathlessly as he felt a hot tongue closely following the vibrator. "What are you doing Evan?" she said a little tensely. "Nothing!" he gasp. "Then why are you moaning like that?!" Jenny demanded. Feeling the vibrator sliding around his asshole as someone nibbled on one of his ass cheek and massaged the other.

"Ohhhhh, I just took a bite of my sandwich," he groaned as he felt the vibrator going into his ass while someone started licking his balls. Spreading his legs wider so they could get better access. Looking down all he could see was a mane of dark hair so he still didn't know who it was. "Eating a sandwich makes you groan like that?" she asked suspiciously. Feeling the speed being turned up he couldn't help but moan into the phone, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"You're not eating a sandwich!" she hollered. "Now who is there with you?"

"No one Baby, you know you are the only one for me, mmmmmmmmmm. I get so turned on just by hearing your voice..." 

She shoves the vibrator in deeper, while sucking hard on his balls. Twisting as she is sliding it in and out, finally leaving it in and turning it up on High.

She stands and comes up to face him, naked, smiling a little. She kisses him deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Grasping his hard cock in her hand, she starts to pump his cock up and down hard and fast as she sucks on his tongue loudly. "OHHHHHHHH FUCKKK YEAHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING" Jenny screamed into the phone.

His new neighbor smiled and whispered, "Are you gunna tell her I made you cum?"

"Click"

"Hi, my name is Delia. I just moved in next door yesterday." Evan looks his new neighbor up and down. 

Short auburn hair. Luscious lips that made his cock twitch in his hand. Big tits that had him licking his lips.

This is one neighbor he is going to enjoy getting to know. Delia is far from his usual taste in women. Evan has always preferred long hair and long legs. Delia had to be about 5' 1" tall. "Hi, I'm Evan. I thought the custom was for the old neighbor to do the welcoming?" Evan said. Laughing, Delia replied, "I just couldn't wait any longer. Did you know that your bedroom shares a wall with mine? From the sounds I heard last night, I could tell that you wouldn't mind if I stopped by first."

"Well Delia, I enjoyed your greeting and would love to get to know you better. Why don't we sit down and get comfortable?" Evan asked, as he took Delia's hand and led her to the couch. Evan reaches out to touch Delia's small hard nipples, pinching them gently. "MMMM that feels good. But Evan, your phone is ringing."

"Hello." "Evannn, you hung up on me. I can not believe you did that to me!" Jenny whined into the phone "I'm sorry Baby, but there was someone at the door," Evan replied. Evan cups Delia's heavy tit, lowers his head, and licks the hard nipple. "OHHHHHHHH," Delia moans softly. "Well, aren't you going to tell me who was at the door?" Jenny asked. " Oh, it was just my new neighbor," Evan replied with a grin and continues to suck on Delia's other nipple. As Delia's moans got louder, Evan released the hard wet nipple from his mouth and turned Delia on her hands and knees. "What was that?" Jenny asked.

"I am getting ready to fuck my neighbor." Evan placed the phone down beside them and slammed his long thick hard cock deep into Delia's hot wet pussy. "OHHH YESSS FUCK ME," Delia screamed. Evan spread Delia's ass cheeks apart, watching his hard thick cock pumping in and out. "YEAHHHH YOUR PUSSY IS SOOO HOT"! Jenny listened intently to her boyfriend, pinching her nipples through her blouse. "FUCK YEAH, BABY, squeeze that hot pussy around my cock tighter, MMMMMMMMMM." Jenny moved her hand down to her lap. Rubbing her mound through her skirt.

Evan picks up the phone, all he could hear was heavy breathing. "Here, put this under you, close to your hot box."

"MMMMMMMM Hi, I'm Delia. I thought I would come over and get what I heard you getting last night. I hope you don’t mind." Delia placed the phone right on her hard clit, rubbing the phone back and forth as Evan pounded her pussy harder and faster. Jenny hears the sound of a wet pussy, pushed her skirt out of the way. Her panties were soaking wet. She bit down on her lower lip as she slide two fingers around and around her clit, feeling it get hard. The louder Delia's cries of passion got, the harder Jenny rubbed her clit. "FASTER, EVAN, FUCK ME OHHHHHH PLEEASEEEE!"

"MMMMMMMMMM, yes Evan fuck her hard and fast baby, for me, MMMMMMMMMMM" Jenny whispered, as she slams 3 fingers in and out of her wet hot pussy. OHHH FUCKK BABY, I'M CUMMINGGGG YEAHHHHHHHHH," Evan screamed. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YESSSSSSSSSSS," cried Delia. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM," Jenny moaned, cumming hard. 

"Jenny, do you have though..."

"OH MY!!!"



Phone Sex



I wanted to scream at her. Actually, killing her would be too nice a way to end the torture. Day after day she continued to drive me nuts and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. I couldn't take the problem to management because all that would do is make me the laughing stock of the office. The problem? Working in a cubicle next to a woman who couldn't be made to understand that cubicles are not sound proof and that I could hear every word she said - every fucking word! Why was that so bad? Because she had phone sex with her husband two or three times a day.

It has been going on for almost a month. For three months the cubicle next to mine had been empty and then one day I saw Jerry, our maintenance man, moving a desk into it. I asked him what was up and he told me that the company had hired a new engineer, "And I hear that she is one hot mama." 

That was borne out the next day when a drop-dead gorgeous redhead started carrying boxes into the cubicle. I introduced myself and offered to help her move her stuff in. It took me two trips to her car before I noticed the wedding rings on her left hand. Just my luck; I was going to be sitting next to a stone fox all day, every day and she was spoken for. Her name was Belinda and she had just graduated from M.I.T and was excited about starting her new job. Enjoy the excitement while you can honey, I thought, they will grind you down soon enough. The bosses at our office might not be as bad as the 'pointy-haired' boss in the Dilbert cartoon, but most of them are pretty damned close.

The first week she was there went so-so. The food in the cafeteria sucks so I asked Belinda to lunch a couple of times and we exchanged vitals - me, single and not looking and she - married and no kids. Our hobbies were somewhat similar skin diving in the summer and skiing in the winter. Other miscellaneous stuff - I hated TV with a passion and only used it for watching football. She on the other hand was a slave to The King of Queens, Friends, Dharma and Gregg and two soap operas that she taped while she was at work. 

I suppose that the only reason that I asked her to lunch was that she was so damned easy to look at. It was during the start of the second week that every thing started to go bad.

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It was a Tuesday morning and I heard the phone ring in Belinda's cube. She answered it and the conversation went something like this:

" Oh hi. Glad you called. I missed kissing you goodbye this morning. Oh yeah baby, I would have kissed that too. Where are you? Can anyone see you? Take it out for me baby. Got it out? Stroke it for me baby. Slide your hand back and forth and think of my pussy lips, wet and puffy and waiting for you to slide it in me. Think of how hot I am sitting here and thinking about what that beautiful piece of meat could be doing to me right now. Oh you bet lover. The crotch of my panties is soaking wet. What? Don't be silly baby, you know what my favorite number is where you are concerned. Yeah, you got it baby, sixty-nine. Hey, got to go. Keep stroking it baby, I want it ready for me when I get home. Love you to, bye."

The first time I thought it was kinky and I envied the guy she was married to, but by Wednesday I had a totally different take on it. She had conversations with him at lunch and again at three on Tuesday and on Wednesday it was at nine-fifteen, eleven-thirty and two forty-five. If she was homely or barely good looking I probably could have tolerated it, if only for the humor involved. But Belinda was not ugly, homely, plain looking or in any other way a dog. To listen to her talk about sucking cock, eating pussy, making love and yes, even taking it in the ass while I sat there visualizing her doing those things was killing me. Thursday was more of the same, but it was Friday that destroyed me and ruined my entire weekend. Her phone rang at nine-fifteen:

"Hello? Oh hi baby. Thinking of me? Ooh, how naughty. Don't be silly. No. I just wish it was Christmas. Because there is mistletoe. Because I could run around kissing guys under it. Do you think they would notice the taste of your cum? I know baby, I can be so wicked at times. You must have shot a quart in my mouth this morning. It's too bad I don't have a boyfriend on the side here at work so I could kiss him and let him taste you. No silly, I wouldn't tell him. Would you like that? Would it turn you on to know that I was kissing a guy after you had cum in my mouth? I'll do it baby. I'll do some flirting here - some heavy necking- and let some guy slip his tongue into my cum soaked mouth. You bet. Just tell me when baby and I'll do it. Love you too baby, see you tonight." 

I had sweat on my upper lip and it was all I could do to keep from running over to her cubicle and shouting, "Me, pick me!"

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My weekend sucked! No matter where I went, no matter what I did I had a head full of images of Belinda catching me under the mistletoe. What really made it bad was that Christmas was only two weeks away and every fucking store I went to was decorated for the holidays and that kept the thought of Belinda alive in my mind.

Monday started off bad. By eight-thirty she was on the phone telling him how horny she still was, "I know you did me twice this morning baby, but it wasn't enough. Me too baby. I wish there were a motel or hotel close so we could meet for lunch. Yeah baby, I know. I won't get any work done today thinking about it. Okay lover, keep it hard for me. Love you, bye." 

There was more of the same at eleven and three-thirty and I ended up going to the men's room and beating my meat. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were more of the same. I wasn't getting my work done, I was missing deadlines and I was a wreck when I went home. Friday was the absolute worst, but I can't complain too much about it because I did most of it to myself. The phone rang at eleven-twenty and Belinda answered it:

"Hello? Oh hi lover. Yes. Yes. Of course I'm thinking of you. You bet. Got the Polaroid's in my desk drawer. (a giggle) I'm looking at the one where you have your beautiful cock buried in my ass. What? Oh God no, I loved it. It did hurt to start with, but it felt real good at the end. (giggle giggle) I made a pun didn't I? Of course you can. Yes. As soon as I get home. Just have the KY ready baby." 

Five minutes later she asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with her, but I begged off - I told her I had some errands to run.

As soon as she was gone I hurried into her cube and looked for the photos. I found them in an envelope in the bottom right drawer and as I looked at them my cock almost ripped through my pants. There were eight all together, one each of her with a cock in her mouth, ass and pussy; two of her fucking herself with a dildo, and three naked poses for the camera. I made a quick trip to the copy machine and made myself two copies of each picture - one for the office and one for home - and then I returned the originals to where I had found them. At three-forty as I listened to her tell her husband what she planned on doing to him over the weekend I looked at the photos and wished that cubicles had doors so I could beat myself off. I took the photos home with me and over the weekend I wore my poor cock out.

The next week was the week of Christmas and the holiday came on a Friday. When I got to work on Monday Belinda was already there and she was decorating her cube with ornaments and a small plastic tree. The she built an arch over the entrance to her cubicle, wrapped it with garland and put a sprig of mistletoe right in the center. I wondered what she would do if I went over there and kissed her under it. That day was as bad as any of the others had been, but the morning call was the worst:

"Hello? Oh hi lover. I had a great weekend, but I can hardly sit in my chair. What? I know, I know, but maybe we overdid it. Maybe we should leave my ass alone on Sundays. No baby, no. Honest, I loved it and I want to do it again - soon! What? Tell you what. Why don't you meet me for lunch and I'll give you a blow job in the car. You know how much I love the taste of your cum. Okay baby, see you then. I love you too, bye."

The entire time she was having her conversation I was looking at the photos and wishing I could haul out my cock and jack off. At lunchtime I asked her if she would like to have lunch with me just to see what she would say. 

"Sorry, I can't. I have to meet my husband over lunch and take care of a personal problem. Maybe we can do it tomorrow." 

The three o'clock call was the killer:

"Hello? Hi babe. Yes, I can still taste it. You must have had a quart saved up. What? What if I'm wearing nothing but heels and hose when you get home? No. No. I don't care how much I wore the poor thing out over the weekend, I bet I can I can still get it up tonight. Okay. Want to bet? Okay, if I can get you up I get to have my ass fucked, if not I have to go to bed hungry. (Laugh) Of course I loaded the bet my way. What did you expect from your cock crazy wife? Okay. Love you too, see you tonight." 

I spent another night with the Polaroid's in one hand and my cock in the other.

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Tuesday Belinda was already at work when I got there. I settled in and tried to get some work done before the distraction of the morning phone call. At nine-thirty the phone rang:

"Hello. Good morning you big cocked stud. Of course I do. Yes. Yes. I know baby, I know. I'm sitting here with your cum leaking out of my pussy. What? Baby, I'm so wet that it will probably soak through my panties, my skirt and stain the chair. (Giggle giggle) No, that doesn't count the load you put in my mouth just before I left." 

While Belinda was talking I opened my desk drawer to get out my copy of her photos and I froze. There, on the photo of her with a cock in her ass, was a lipstick imprint and underneath were the words "I'll give you the originals if you want them." 

In her cube Belinda was saying, "Don't you wish I could be swapping tongues with someone right now. Would that turn you on? Just imagine my cum coated tongue sliding into another man's mouth. Do you think it would make your dick hard baby?" 

I lost it! I got up, left my cube and went over to Belinda's. She heard me coming and she turned in her chair. I pulled the sprig of mistletoe off her little arch and put it on my head and then I took the phone out of her hand and said into it, "Hang on, she'll be back in a minute." I set the phone down on her desk and then I kissed her. I forced my tongue into her mouth and I held her until she responded and let her tongue wrestle with mind and then I broke the kiss. I picked the phone back up, "She won't be lying to you" and I gave Belinda back her phone and went back to my desk. 

I heard when she said, "Is your dick hard baby? Can you picture him with his tongue in my cum soaked mouth? Good baby, keep thinking about it and your dick will be nice and hard for me when I get home. What? (Giggle giggle) Maybe I'll bring you a surprise. See you tonight. Love you too." 

I heard her hang up and a minute later she came into my cubicle. "Took you long enough. I was afraid I was going to have to come over here and spread myself on your desk. Is your cock hard?" and she bent over and touched the lump in my pants. "Ooh, that's good. Would you like a blow job at lunch baby, or would you rather fuck me? You have a van, right? I want to take my hubby a surprise tonight."

She took hubby a couple of surprises that night. We both got dirty looks from our supervisor when we came back from lunch late, but it's hard to get two fucks and a blow job out of the way in under an hour. While resting between bouts she told me the story. Her husband had a thing about her fucking another guy and she had finally agree to give it a try if she could find some one that she liked enough to do it with. She'd found a couple, but they had turned out to be obnoxious assholes so she had taken a pass on them. When I had helped her move into the cube next to mine she thought that I could possibly be the one. When I hadn't made any moves by the end of the first week she had hit on the idea of the phone calls to entice me. She wasn't going to be the one to make the first move, she would have felt like too much of a slut if she had made the approach. She hadn't expected me to be able to hold out for more than a few days, but I had surprised her. The longer I held out the more determined she was that I would be the one to fulfill her husbands fantasy. She was getting desperate; she wanted to give him his fantasy as a Christmas present, but I wasn't cooperating. The photos (they were a plant for me to find), the arch with the mistletoe, and the phone calls were all a desperation attempt to get me to make a move. Happily for me, they worked.

I've not met her husband, but we have settled into a curious relationship. He sends Belinda to me every morning freshly fucked and I eat her pussy at lunch, get a blow job and then I make a sperm deposit and send her back to him. According to Belinda he eats her pussy as soon as she gets home so I guess he is as big a cream pie junkie as I am. 

Every other Friday after work Belinda and I check into a motel and she is very late getting home to her hubby, but she does go home to him full of what he wants. She says she wants to do the same for me - she will fuck him all night and come to see me on a Saturday or a Sunday. I told her to go ahead and set it up. Belinda says her husband is hinting at wanting to watch, "How do you feel about having him in the closet watching? I'm not going to tell him that I told you he'd be there, but I wouldn't feel right about doing it if you didn't know." 

"I get to do everything? Including something that you haven't let me do yet - your ass?" 

She laughed, "Why? You think you'll get your jollies listening to me grunt like a pig while you do it?" 

I grinned at her, "No, but if I'm going to do that for him I want to get everything that he gets." 

It was her turn to grin, "Next Monday work for you?"



Phone Sex



If there was ever a voice poised for phone sex, Johnnie's was it. That man's voice could send a woman into a near orgasm with a conversation about the weather. His voice is somewhere between a tenor and baritone. Not real deep, but just deep enough, when he whispers in your ear makes your panties damp. He's tall and at first glance really skinny, but a hug from him will give you a different impression. He's not bulky muscular, he has long, lean muscles; like a swimmer would have. Then, with medium brown hair, that falls just past his shoulders, and deep set sapphire blue eyes. And an ornery smile that can give you dirty thoughts.

He and Laura had started out as friends, just hanging out, drinking sometimes on weekends, having lunch throughout the week. They were friends and nothing more. Then, one evening Johnnie received a phone call from her.

"Hello?" he answered wondering why she was calling when she said she was going on a date.

"Hey, what's going on?" she answered back. And he's wondering, still, why she is calling.

"I thought you were on a date." 

Silence.

"Not that I mind or anything." He continued, "Laura, what is going on?" Growing worried over the long silence on her end went on.

Finally, she sniffled a little, "What is wrong with me?" She managed to choke out.

"What? I don't understand." He asks.

"Here I am, on a date with this guy," she begins the story of a date that obviously didn't go well. "And he starts picking his teeth with a steak knife, in the middle of this restaurant, he shoveled food in his mouth like..." trailing off she continues, "... I don't even know. There is no analogy to describe it." It was just absolutely disgusting.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry that happened." He said, and then added, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Talk dirty to me, with that sexy voice of yours, until I come all over the bed." -- she thought, but would never say aloud to him. For one thing, she never talked like that to any man, it was too embarrassing. The other, she could never go there with Johnnie, he was best friend. But every time she talked to him she fought the urge to tackle him where he stood.

"Just talk to me for a while." She finally, managed to get out, "I really need a friend."

"Well, then, tell me more about this hot date." He laughed as he said the words.

"Hot mess is more like it, and it's not funny." She said as she laughed with him.

Then, she went into how the date started. She explained that the white button down shirt he was wearing had serious pit stains and he didn't have a jacket to wear to cover it up. His car didn't have air conditioning and it was the middle of August. Not good. When they got to the restaurant, she explains, and doesn't let her order what she wants, just takes it upon himself to do all the ordering. And, of course, it wasn't something she liked. It had onions, mushrooms and something that smelled like seafood, but she couldn't tell. Finally, she'd had enough and told him she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home. As if all that had previously transpired wasn't bad enough, he'd asked her to pay half and asked for gas money for going to pick her up for the date. Appalled as she was she gave him the money just to get away from him and get home.

After what seemed like an eternity she asked the question again, "What is wrong with me, Johnnie?"

With sincerity he told her, "Nothing is wrong with you." Then added, "You've just sort of hit a slump. You'll be okay."

"As much as I want to believe that I can only see me as becoming the crazy, cat lady."

"That is not going to happen and I'm going to be here to make sure." He stated. If he couldn't be the man his best friend wanted, that was fine, but she was definitely not becoming the crazy, cat lady.

"I have an idea." He began, "Get comfortable. I'll wait. Let me know when you're laidback and relaxed."

"Okay," she dragged the word out, expressing her confusion in the word, but did what he asked. She took off her shoes, her jeans and laid herself back on her bed. "I'm laid back, relaxing."

"Good," he said in a tone that she has never heard from her friend. She liked it. "Now, what are you wearing?" He asked, his voice maintain that sexy tone that had her tingling all the way to her core.

"Um... My shirt... ah" she trailed off unsure if she should tell him her bra and panties, also.

"Mmmm..." he moaned. Did he just actually moan? "Is that all?" He drawled.

"Er... ah... um... no." she stammered. At a loss for words.

"Go on." He prompted her.

She began the short list. "Um... My top, bra, and my panties."

"That's all?" Curiosity spiking that unbelievably sexy, masculine voice.

"Uh, yeah," She managed to squeak out. She still could not believe he was talking to her like this.

"Take your shirt and your bra off; leave your panties on." Adding, "Now describe them to me."

"What?"

"Tell me what your panties look like."

As she went into the description of what her panties looked like, which they were black lace thongs, with a pale pink bow on the back, she couldn't believe she was telling him this. But for some reason she found herself complying, even though he could not see what she was doing.

He couldn't believe he was doing this with her. Oh, the countless time he'd thought of a moment with her like this. Although, what he had in mind involved him looking her in the face; no phone involved. But he'd take what he could get. As he heard her shuffling about, he know she was doing what he asked her to and it made his cock twitch that she was going along with his demands.

"Okay. Now what?" she asked becoming wet and breathless.

"Where is your hand?"

"Holding the phone."

"The other hand, where is it?

"Uh... Just draped across my belly."

"Move it lower and rub yourself on the outside of your panties."

When she began to rub herself a moan escaped her lips. He heard the moan and nearly came; it was such a sexy sound. One he'd never heard come from her. Feminine and hot, he never knew a woman's voice could sound so beautifully erotic.

"So, what are you doing?" she asks him.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, if I am doing this, mmmmmm.... What are you.... Ahh... Doing?"

"I am telling you what to do to make you forget and take you to a place where everything good exists." He tells her.

"But I want you to be doing this with me." She confesses. "I don't want to do this alone." Did she just say that? She couldn't believe it.

"You don't worry about that, right now is about you." "Now, take off your panties." His voice is so low now, he is practically whispering to her. She shuffles around and takes the panties off. "Okay."

"Now, close your eyes and imagine my tongue on your clit. Licking, suckling, nibbling. I look up and you pinch your nipples, gently rolling them between your thumb and forefinger. Going back, I add a finger in rhythm with my tongue still on your clit." More moaning from her; she was actually getting into it. Good.

"I move myself up your body hooking one arm under your leg and thrusting my cock deep into you."

She still couldn't fathom that this was really happening and she was enjoying it. He made her moanb without even touching her, much less be in the same room. What would it be like to be with him physically? Not able to stand it any linger she reaches down with her free hand and begins to massage her already swollen and throbbing clit.

"Oh, Johnnie, oh yes!" She exclaims as his talking and her rubbing has her lost in the moment she forgets what is going on. Forgets she is on the phone with Johnnie.

"What?" Not sure if he heard her right or if it was in his head.

"Johnnie, I'm close, please, don't stop." She tells him. "Keep talking."

So he does. "Then, we change positions." He continues, "I grab you by your hips and flip you over onto your stomach and take you from behind. You arch your back in a way that makes me go deeper. You're getting close again, I can feel it and we come together. 

"I can't stand it anymore." She confesses, "You need to come over. Now."

"Um...."

"Please?"

"Alright, I'm on my way."

Oh, no. What did she just do? She just had phone sex with her friend, who is now on his way over. Jumping up off the bed she runs to the bathroom and gets in the shower. She washes her body, does a quick but thorough shave.

Turning off the water and grabbing a towel and drying off. Then, taking the clack hair tie out of her hair and letting it fall loose, she grabs her brush and smooth's the dark brunette tendrils down. After throwing on some makeup and jeans and a top, she puts on lotion, perfume and deodorant. As she is making her way to her living room there's a knock on the front door.

She takes a deep breath, checks her hair in the mirror hanging on the wall. She looks through the peephole in the door. Oh, damn, he looked good. He had on a charcoal gray, long sleeve button down shirt and dark denim jeans. His multi-blonde, brown hair was smooth and hanging sown with no part, just hanging there framing his face and making his blue eyes stand out, almost glowing.

Opening the door she lets him in. 

"Hi." She greets him timidly.

"Hey." He says back. 



Phone Sex



The following is a documented conversation which took place by phone. "Names have been changed to protect the 'innocent'." NOTE: This was my first experience with phone sex, so you can suck my dick if you think I sound lame. Also, my girlfriend was uncomfortable talking dirty, so she only ever reacted to the suggestions I made and made none of her own. 

*

Jeremy: You ready?

Jess: Lights out and under the covers.

Jeremy: It all starts with a touch.

Jess: Touch what?

Jeremy: A light caress around your neck til my fingers comb through your hair. My mouth opens at your neck pouring warm breath just before I plant a series of light kisses.

Jess: Good. Very, very good.

Jeremy: Sucking and licking.

Jess: Yes.

Jeremy: My other hand trails down your side along your ribs to your waist. My kisses rise closer to your cheek.

Jess: Mmmm.

Jeremy: My hand glides over your stomach, playing closer to your panties.

Jess: Ooo. Teasing.

Jeremy: I draw back, my cheek brushing yours before I bring my lips to play upon your lips.

Jess: Mmm. (giggling)

Jeremy: My hand rises up along your belly, fingertips brushing your ribs before I tease at your breast with my thumb. Our tongues play as my hand moves from behind your neck and around to your back.

Jess: Ooo. Massages.

Jeremy: My hand gropes your breast and teases your nipple as we kiss deeper. My other hand rub at the small of your back.

Jess: Mmm.

Jeremy: I break away to kiss along the neglected side of your neck, then down to your chest.

Jess: Mmm. Yeah.

Jeremy: I lift your shirt above your nipples so I can freely nibble and suck them. My hands come together at your back and I raise my grip up near your shoulders.

Jess: MMMMM.

Jeremy: I place my hips between your legs and grind on you.

Jess: Yes!

Jeremy: One hand returns to massage your breast while the other drifts down your thigh.

Jess: Teasing very good.

Jeremy: I kiss between your breasts then down underneath and then down along your ribs and back under your bellybutton.

Jess: (breathing getting faster)

Jeremy: Massaging your breast and thigh as I kiss at your panties.

Jess: O-M-G! You tease!

Jeremy: Both hands stroke your body down from your breasts to your thighs then back to your hips to drag your panties off.

Jess: Mmmm. Closer.

Jeremy: Kissing the inside of your thigh, I slide up to kiss your "lips."

Jess: OH!

Jeremy: I place your legs on my shoulders as I lick, kiss, lick, and suck at your wet flesh.

Jess: Mmmm... Oh... More.

Jeremy: Groping your butt and rubbing your clit.

Jess: Oooo... I want it.

Jeremy: Lips move to your clit while my fingers enter your tenderness.

Jess: O-o-oh!

Jeremy: I've got your leg up a little higher so my other hand can play with your breast.

Jess: Mhmm.

Jeremy: Fast as I can, I strip naked before kissing and fondling my way back to your kiss. I grind against you with my pole.

Jess: Yes! Best tease of all!

Jeremy: We kiss excitedly. I kiss your neck. Hands grope along your body and grab your ass.

Jess: Mmmmm.

Jeremy: I grind harder against you, lower.

Jess: Oooh. Ooooh!

Jeremy: My fingers play at the inside of your thigh, gliding to and fro at your moist lips as I grind harder.

Jess: YES!

Jeremy: I grind lower, my tip is close. Close, but not in yet. My lips suckle upon your nipples.

Jess: I WANT YOU IN ME!

Jeremy: My fingers sink into your waist and I penetrate your wet flesh. Deeper.

Jess: OH GOD!

Jeremy: Deeper, deeper, deeper... fully in, I grab you and pull you up.

Jess: YES!

Jeremy: I kiss you as I pull you into my lap. Hands at your back and your butt to help as we work to move my meat in and out of your love.

Jess: Mmm-MMM!

Jeremy: In and out and I kiss your neck and stroke your ribs. In and out and I suckles your breasts and grope your ass. Out and in, we kiss deeply as I squeeze your breasts, tease your nipple.

Jess: So exciting. You've got me so excited!

Jeremy: Hands crush you to me as we kiss and grind. Grip your hips and tug hard to push in deeper.

Jess: So good.

Jeremy: Hand at your neck, I lay you down and kiss you and thrust. Kiss and thrust.

Jess: Oh! ...Oh! ...Oh!

Jeremy: I kneel while thrusting in and I lift your legs straight to my shoulder. My hand rubs your clit as I push in and out.

Jess: Oh yes! Oh good!

Jeremy: My other hand gropes your thigh.

Jess: Mmmm.

Jeremy: Spread your legs and pull you against me.

Jess: Oh!

Jeremy: I position us that we lay sideways face-to-face. Your leg's on my hip.

Jess: Oooo.

Jeremy: I kiss you, still moving inside you while I rub your clit.

Jess: Oh god! Yes!

Jeremy: I pull you atop me. I hold onto you for a kiss before letting you sit, my rod plunging deep inside you.

Jess: Mmmmm!

Jeremy: My hands at your hips pulling you harder. A hand creeping up your side as I continue to tug your hip.

Jess: More.

Jeremy: One after another, my hands take your breasts and molest, teasing your nipples with my thumbs.

Jess: Mmmmm! Oh! Oh! Oooooh!

Jeremy: Jess?

Jess: Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Wow.

Jeremy: (giggling) You okay over there?

Jess: Yeah. You got me too excited. You were driving me crazy. I had to use my toy.

Jeremy: Oh! So you came through all right?

Jess: Mhm. But I wish you were here to do it for me.

Jeremy: Do what?

Jess: The toy is fine, but you're better. I mean, this got me super excited and wishing you were really doing what you're saying. But when you get me to come it feels better than when I do it.

Jeremy: Always good to hear. But, eh, what do you mean?

Jess: Well, I feel like for all the work I put into it, I don't get nearly the impact that I get when you do it for me. And my "fun" lasts longer with you.

Jeremy: Your fun?

Jess: My orgasm. Of course, you know. Now you have to see me tomorrow and give me everything you promised.

Jeremy: What did I promise?

Jess: Fine. Promise me now.

Jeremy: (giggling)

Jess: Seriously. And you didn't even finish what you were saying.

Jeremy: (giggling) Well, you interrupted me.

Jess: I couldn't help it. Maybe you could tell me the rest tomorrow.

Jeremy: No it's okay, I was kind of running out of ideas.

Jess: Oh. (giggling)

Jeremy: I'll come out tomorrow.

Jess: Yay! (giggling) Oh! I hope you can wake up!

Jeremy: What?

Jess: It's past midnight and you still aren't asleep!

Jeremy: (giggling) Good night, Jess!



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Continuing the adventures of Jim & Linda.

Linda helped on this one, her comments are enclosed in brackets {-.-.-} and give her reactions to the story as it unfolds. Hopefully it will give you an insight as to how she felt as this unfolded.

As usual some of this is fact, some fiction, it is for you to decide for yourself which is which.

I have a buddy, Dennis, who was going to come over one evening after work. I was called out of town on an unexpected emergency that day and in my rush didn't call to tell him I wouldn't be home.

He usually came by after 7 so when I finally did remember, I still had time to call to let him know I wouldn't be there. All of a sudden got this wild idea to set him and my wife up for some fun, so I didn't call him.

I waited until 7:15 or so and called my wife to let her know how I was doing and to warm her up with a little phone sex. 

Dennis hadn't arrived yet, so I had time to talk while Linda drank some wine. She gets in the mood faster with wine. Usually after 2 or 3 glasses, she'll do about anything I suggest, especially if it involves sex.

She heard someone at the door and when she went to answer, guess who, Dennis was there.

{At the time and for a little while after, I didn't know Jim had this somewhat planned. I'm not sure I would have gone along with everything so willingly had I known it was a set-up.}

When she came back to the phone, I told her that I had forgotten he was coming over and didn't think to call him. She gave him the phone and I told him the same story. He offered to leave, but I told him to stay a while and to keep Linda company and have a drink with her, to relax and have some fun. I purposely left the thought of exactly what I meant hanging ambiguously. 

I then talked to her and told her to fix him a drink and visit a while, let him keep her company because I couldn't be there.

{The bastard! He lied to me just to get me in his little scheme. Then he gets me drunk so my resistance is down. He knows wine makes me horny. Dennis is our friend and I felt comfortable with him there without Jim. That and I really like to tease Dennis. He wanted so much to get me naked.} 

I told her that I needed to hang up and get me a bite to eat and I'd call her later to talk to them both. I told her to relax and have some fun teasing Dennis, being a big tease; she said, "Maybe I will."

I hung up and drove to a liquor store to buy me a bottle to give me courage to finish my plan. I waited nearly an hour to let things either get comfortable, or for Dennis to be gone if my plans didn't work.

Dennis had been our friend since before we were married. He was one of those all around good guys that you would trust your mother with. He was reasonably good looking; at least that's what Linda said. 

{If I wasn't attracted to him, he would have been out of there in a New York minute}

Linda had come from a strict Catholic family with a strong father figure who guarded his 4 daughters like a miser protects his gold. Her mother approved of nothing that was fun; her opinion was if you enjoyed something, there must be sin involved. Sex was only for producing children. 

{Lucky for Jim I had all of these repressed sexual feelings.

They couldn't help it; they were the last of the old fashioned Catholics, steeped in guilt.}

When Linda left home for college, she was given a major dose of guilt, fear, and foreboding. You would have thought she was going to hell for sins she had yet to imagine.

{Now it wasn't quite that bad, OK maybe it was. Hey I was an 18 year old virgin. Gimme a break!}

We met the first week she was there; it was love at first sight. She later told me that I was her guide to lead her from her parent created hell. Everything we did together was fun, she was amazed that God didn't come down and destroy the world when she had fun. 

{Yup, saw old studley and said to myself there is my husband, the lucky bastard.

He didn't have a chance. And we did have fun, like no other two people in the universe. Still do as a matter of fact.}

When we finally got down to sex, I had a lot of time, tenderness and patience to get her to consent, but when it finally happened, it was like being blind and suddenly having sight. Her sexuality awoke with a vengeance, she was willing to try and do anything I suggested. It wasn't long before she suggested new scenarios. She found that she honestly enjoyed being nude. Whenever we were alone, she was in some degree of undress. It wasn't long before our friends, especially our male friends, witnessed her casual view of her body.

{Oh, I made him work for my virginity no easy piece of ass was I. I think the blind suddenly able to see is a little carried away, but it was good Oh boy did I like sex, took to it like a duck to water. I must admit, Jim was a good teacher. Enjoy being naked, Hell he wouldn't let me get dressed! I really didn't see the hang up about being nude. If someone saw me they saw me. We all have naked bodies under our clothes. I guess I am a closet exhibitionist!}

Dennis had been around long enough to see Linda in the skimpiest bikini, or one of my tee shirts and panties. She seemed totally oblivious when she leaned over and exposed her breasts. Dennis had seen her, but never actually seen her. In conversations he had let it be known that he was in major lust with my wife.

{Any woman knows when a man wants to see her. They think they are so cool about steeling a peek at a nipple. We know, guys, we know.}

Linda and I had talked about Dennis, I guess I had teased her that I was going to strip her in front of him because of how much he wanted to see her naked. Sometimes Linda would call my bluff and say that she'd do it gladly for one of her favorite admirers. Other times she would be shy and ask me if I really wanted to let him see her totally naked, and asked what we would do next after we stripped her. It was just one of our fantasies we shared.

{We have a lot of fantasies when we make love. Some we end up doing, some will never happen. What's wrong with letting your subconscious mind have some play time?

I wasn't opposed to being naked around Dennis, he was cute, and sexy in his own way.}

We had skinny dipped, played truth or dare and even strip poker with a few of our couple's friends. I had even convinced her to flash a few truckers in the daytime while taking a road trip. She had been naked in front of others before, and I had even encouraged her sampling another male friend or two.

{Like I said some fantasies happen. I like being looked at and I like to look at naked men. If I make a trucker's day then good day Mr. Trucker, it was my pleasure. I thank Jim for not being so insecure as to not let me know what it is like to have another man. I know how to pick my man.}

When I called back, Dennis was still there; they'd been talking and watching a movie.

Linda said they had been drinking and she was a "little more tipsy than she had planned. She hoped Dennis was going to leave soon because she wanted to "play dirty with me over the phone".

{Here we were being perfectly innocent just watching a movie, having a drink or two on top of the ones I had had earlier talking to Jim .I wanted a little phone sex. I just love to make him horny when he can't have me.}

I asked her to give the phone to Dennis, when she did, I told him, "Hey, how you holding up? I've got an idea you might like. You want to play along with a little game I've got in mind with you and Linda? I think you'll enjoy this and don't worry it's okay with me."

He was confused, but agreed, and said "I hope Linda's okay with me being here, I know she'd rather have you here."

I told him, "I can't be there, you're going to make do without me, I'll take care of Linda, you just sit back and enjoy. The only thing I want from you, my friend, is to tell me exactly what is happening as it happens, no matter what. Deal?"

I could hear the confusion in his hesitation, but he finally said, "Okay, if you say so. Deal." 

{Now he starts his evil plan bringing poor Dennis into the game. What did he think would happen? Did he think Dennis would just leave? Hell no, Dennis wanted to jump my bones. This was his dream come true.}

When I got back to Linda, I asked her what she wanted to do with me over the phone, and she laughed and said, "You already know. I don't want to say it in front of Dennis, he might hear. It might embarrass him. I'll too get embarrassed too. "

I told her to not worry about him and think about me being there to slowly strip her.

She said, "In front of him?"

I told her, "Maybe. Would that make you hot? Wouldn't that make your pussy wet and tingle?" 

{Oh that smooth devil, first he gets me drunk and now he knows how to push all my right buttons. He knows dirty talk just makes me wild. At this point I didn't want Dennis to hear me, I was whispering}

She asked, "Would that turn you on? Would you get hard?" she whispered.

I told her that she knew it would, that we had discussed similar fantasies before while making love.

She said, "Too bad you're not here. To do that and see me."

I told her, "Maybe I don't need to be. Just follow my directions."

She told me, "I don't think I can do what I think you're asking me to do."

{Did you ever get that flash just like someone threw a glass of ice water in your face?

I suddenly realized Jim wanted me to live out one of our fantasies, but without him there! This added a whole new dimension to phone sex. I wasn't sure I could do what I thought he wanted me to do. For that matter I wasn't sure I wanted to either.}

"Get another glass of wine, drink it down and just pretend I'm there. You can do this. Just for me. I want you to. Trust me" I told her.

When she came back, I asked what she was wearing and she told me just a button up shirt and jeans, and some undines.

I told her, "Sit on the couch opposite Dennis. Give him the phone, face him, and unbutton your shirt to the middle of your bra."

{Oh God! He was asking me to take off my clothes. He was using the old "trust me, do this just for me technique.}

I told Dennis, "Sit back and enjoy the show. Oh, and remember tell me exactly what happens."

He said," Uh, are you really sure you want me to stay and do this?"

I asked, "Do you want to see something you've never seen before? You can leave now if you want, or you can stay and see what I have in mind."

He seemed to hesitate not sure what I had in mind then said, "Okay, just being sure you two are alright with me being here without you."

"What's she doing?"

"She is sitting on the other side of the couch and she's unbuttoned her shirt half way down."

{I was like a zombie, I kept hoping that he was just going to tease Dennis, that he wouldn't ask me to go too far. 

He kept having us pass the phone back and forth, talking to both of us. 

Dennis was telling Jim everything I was doing. Somehow this just made me hotter. I was quickly getting out of control. I will do anything Jim asks, and he knows it.}

"Pass her the phone."

I asked how she felt. She said, "This is so embarrassing. I have butterflies down there."

"Good, now unbutton the shirt the rest of the way."

She let out a little cry like I had touched her on the clit.

{I was embarrassed! But that old tickle hit my pussy like a ton! It was so embarrassing, I had no control. I kept saying to myself that I was still dressed. Dennis had seen me in a lot less.}

Dennis told me "She is unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. It's still closed in front of her and I can see a tiny bit of her bra."

"Pass the phone to her."

I told her only two words, "Open it."

{I knew it was coming, I had hoped not, but I knew.}

Dennis said, "She's looking down, away from our eye contact and opening her shirt so I can see her lace bra."

I next told her, "Stand and remove your jeans."

She said, "I can't, it's too embarrassing."

I asked back if her pussy was tingling and getting wet. 

She whispered, "Yes."

I said "Pass the phone to Dennis. Take them off now."

{Open shirt was one thing, but taking off my jeans was a whole new game. I was wet. I kept imagining Jim was there whispering me the directions.}

Dennis described, "She's standing in front of me and she's slowly unbuckling her belt. Now lowering the zipper and very slowly sliding her jeans down to her hips. She's turning her back to me and completely removing the jeans, now picking them up and laying them on a chair. She's turned around and standing in front of me in just her shirt, bra and panties." 

I asked him to describe her panties.

He said, "They match her bra and are semi sheer and lace. They're black, very sexy. "

I asked if he could see through them.

He told me, "I can see a dark shadow where her pubic hair is, but little else."

{You just can't imagine how hard it is for a woman to be stripped like this. Dennis was telling him everything! He was even describing my bra and panties. Why did I have to have my little black lace ones on? He was telling Jim how he could see my pussy hair and that I had a wet spot.}

"Pass her the phone."

I asked her what she wanted to take off next.

{Now he was making me make the decision. I would rather have him tell me what to do}

She told me, "I don't have much left. If I take any more off, Dennis'll see me."

I told her that that was the idea.

She whispered, "Please don't make me."

{I almost lost it here, I almost cried. I was pleading. I look back now and if I hadn't had so much to drink, I probably would either have quit, or make both of them beg me to strip. I wasn't in control, no way.}

"You can stop anytime you're not having fun. I know you enjoy the feeling this is giving you, having me strip you in front of one of my friends. You know I'll never make you do anything you're not willing to do."

She said, "It would be easier if you were here."

{I could feel myself falling further out of control, I was beaten, lost.}

I told her to hand Dennis the phone and take something else off.

He described to me, "She almost looks like she is going to cry, but taking a deep breath she's taking off the shirt. Now she's just standing there in only her thin bra and panties. God, she's beautiful."

{Imagine yourself standing in front of your high school class and being told to strip naked. That's what I felt. I must add had it been anyone but Dennis at this point, I would have totally lost it. I just kept looking at him and telling myself that he is my friend and I really don't mind him seeing me naked.}

"Give her the phone."

I told her, "Go get the two of you another drink, you sound like you need another one. Decide what you will take off next."

{I needed another drink for sure. I was confused, one part of me was mortified that my husband was manipulating me over the phone. He was telling me to take off my clothes one piece at a time in front of one of our male friends who had never seen me naked before. I was following his directions putting up only token resistance. Another part of me was getting into this big time. Some part of me wanted Jim to tell me to strip naked and show my body to anyone he suggested. My pussy tingled, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even think straight.}

She said, "I don't know if I can go any further. It's not the same as you being here telling me what to do or even taking my clothes off for me. I feel so... so naked!"

{For some reason I felt more naked than I had ever felt before.}

I told her she was doing fine and I was enjoying this as much as they were by just imagining what it was like.

When she gave Dennis the phone, I asked if he enjoyed this so far. He asked, "Do you really want me to be here with Linda, alone?"

I told him not to worry; "This is just as exciting for me as it is for Linda. She's not doing anything that she doesn't want to do. Anyway, she can stop any time she wants. You can stop anytime you want too."

He laughed and said, "I may never want this to stop. I am curious though; just how far will Linda go with this? I just can't believe this is really happening."

I told him to sit back and enjoy himself and see what happens. "I'm curious too."

{I wasn't aware of this part of their conversation until after I read the story. I almost feel sorry for Dennis; he was taken totally by surprise. I'm not sure what I would have done if one of my female friends had her husband strip in front of me???? So Jim wasn't 100% sure I would do this. He should have known that I would do anything he asks, no matter how embarrassing it was at the moment.}

Linda came back to the room with fresh dinks for both of them.

"She doesn't look too steady on her feet; she's really feeling the wine."

She took the phone and I asked her, "Do you know what you are going to take off next? Did you make your decision?"

She whispered, "Yes."

{That's all I thought of while getting the drinks, how awful I would feel, and how much I wanted to do this forbidden act. I was literally turning into a sex slave!}

I told her good, but I had another little task for her to do before she stripped any further.

"Give Dennis the phone, and then slowly strip him down to his underwear."

"I can't do that, not without you here! I've never done anything like this. Please!"

{I had not up until that moment actually thought about Dennis getting naked. I had pictures in my mind of him doing kinky sexual things to me, but I just never imagined him naked. Of course he would be naked, He would watch Jim tell me to strip and then he would take off his own clothes. Teasing me!}

"Now, you are going to feel pretty silly walking around naked for him and me, especially if he has all his clothes on. Would you like me to tell him to finish stripping you?"

"No, I'd rather do it myself."

"Okay, go ahead and take his clothes off and he'll tell me as you do it. It will be just like my being there. Go on now; I know you can do this. Don't you want to see his cock now anyway? Doesn't that make you all hot and wet? Do you feel that tickle deep in your pussy?"

"Yes, I want to see it, and yes I want to take off his clothes, but what will he think of me?

How far do you want me to go? When do you want me to stop?"

{I was answering Jim like I was a robot; I don't know why I answered him that way. Probably the wine doing the talking for me.}

"You two decide when you want to stop. I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I didn't think it would go a long way. Remember you can stop when ever you want."

"I've had too much wine; I would have stopped a long time ago if I wasn't so drunk. My pussy is so hot and wet; I'm soaking through my panties. It's embarrassing. I might not be able to stop. My pussy needs relief from the tingling. Why aren't you here to help me?

I feel like such a slut, am I your slut? Do you really want me to do this?"

{I know Dennis was listening to what I was saying. That didn't help me any!}

"If you take off his clothes, you might find something to soothe the tingle. Yes I want you to do this for me. Just pretend I am there and Dennis and I will use you again and again."

"I am so close; I can't take much more of this. Oh God, why aren't you here to fuck me?"

{What I really wanted was for Jim to be there. If he had been there, I would have gladly done what he was asking me to do. I was getting ready to take the clothes off a man I had never seen naked and I knew I would be asked to strip totally for him. I wanted Jim to strip me and fuck me and make me do all kinds of things. I wanted him to be there to protect me.}

"Give him the phone and just do as I say."

"Dennis, tell me exactly what she is doing, every detail."

"She's still wearing her bra and panties; there is a wet spot in the crotch. She's kneeling in front of me and taking off my shoes, now my socks. She's standing in front of me, unbuttoning my shirt, now taking it off. Oh God she's rubbing my chest and pinching, now nibbling on my nipples. She's got them so hard they hurt! She's loosening my belt, unbuttoning, unzipping my pants, taking them off. Are you sure you want me to do this? I may not be able to stop if this goes any farther! I'm standing in front of her in just my shorts. She's stepping away. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I may just pass out right now! I've got to remember to breathe."




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"Did you enjoy that, I thought you would. Pass her the phone."

{I was so out of it at this time, I don't actually remember taking off his clothes. Each man smells different. I don't mean stinky smells, I mean sexy man smells. I remember smelling Dennis and I really wanted to rip the rest of his and my clothes and rape him at that point. Boy! That would have surprised the both of them.}

"Good job, you are almost there. Now it is your turn, take off what you decided. Do it now."

There was the sound of the phone being passed to Dennis and then silence. Next Dennis almost whispered, "She's just standing about 5 or 6 feet in front of me, not moving, just looking at me. She's reaching behind her back; she's unfastened her bra. She's holding the cups over her breasts and the straps have fallen from her shoulders. She's pulling the bra away from her breasts, aah shit; she dropped the bra and is standing in front of me with her hands cupped under her breasts. Now she is lowering her arms to her sides. She's standing in front of me topless in just her panties. I don't know if I can take this, Goddamn she is so beautiful. Her nipples are hard standing out away from her breasts.

Ah shit now she's pinching and pulling on her nipples."

{My breasts are a major sex organ to me. When I expose them sexually I get so damned turned on. I know men like to see my breasts, to touch them, to suck on my nipples. I can cum just by having my breasts played with. I nearly had an orgasm taking off my bra. I knew Dennis had wanted to see them, and now he could see them completely uncovered.}

"Dennis, now I want you to do something for me. You ready? Good. I want you to hand Linda the phone and then take off her panties. Can you do that for me, partner?" 

"Okay Linda, tell me what's happening."

"He just knelt in front of me and is touching me on my belly, it feels so good. Now his hands are on my hips and he's slowly working my panties down. They're over my hips; he can see my pussy now, down to my knees, my ankles. I just stepped out of them. Oh God, I'm standing here completely naked, He's still kneeling in front of me, he's touching my legs, sliding his hands up my thighs spreading my legs apart. Ahh, he's touching my pussy, I'm so wet. This is so embarrassing. I wish you were here!"

{He just knelt down and touched me softly, I knew what he was going to do, Hell I wanted him to take my panties. Somehow by him doing it, Jim had transferred me to Dennis. I would have done anything Dennis asked me at that time. I would have gone back to his house stark naked if he had said to. I would have gone into a package liquor store naked, wouldn't have hesitated. I was totally at their mercy.

When he touched my pussy, I could hardly stand without help. I was shaking from the sexual excitement.}

I told her, "Just relax and enjoy it. I fee like I am there. Do you want him to continue?"

"What more can he do? He has me naked and is touching me every where."

"Honey, I want you to give him the phone and then take off his underwear. Then Baby, just for me I want you to take him in your mouth, play with him in your mouth."

{Anything at this point, anything, I was their slut, I was their slave, I just wanted sex. I still wanted Jim there to fuck me, but he had given me over to Dennis, he would do.}

Dennis came back on the phone, "Oh, man, I can hardly believe you are telling her to do this. I can't believe she is doing this! Oh, God, she's taking my boxers off, they're all the way down and I'm naked standing in front of her. I hope you told her to do this, because she just took my dick in her mouth and is sucking me. Oh, man, that is so good; I can't take much of this. Jim, I can't guarantee I won't cum in her mouth, I hope you are okay with this. Oh God she's got me all the way down her throat!"

{The more I heard him tell Jim, the more I wanted to suck and fuck him. I wanted control and with Dennis's cock in my mouth I had it. I wanted to swallow him! He smelled good, he felt good and by God he tasted good!}

"Dennis, I'm okay with it, she's doing just what I ask. She's good with it or she would've stopped a long time ago. I want you two to completely enjoy yourselves, go as far as you two are willing to go. Otherwise, fuck her, go for it. If she says no, then stop, but if she says yes, make sure you satisfy her, make her cum. Got it? Now give her the phone."

"Linda Honey, I just told Dennis to fuck you if you want him to, if not, he'll stop anywhere you tell him to. I know you're turned on and need a fuck right now. If I were there, Dennis and I would both have you. Hang up the phone and do what you want to do. Don't worry, I'm okay with this. Just think of it as a little present to keep you satisfied while I'm gone. I'll be home tomorrow night, be ready to tell me every detail."

{I couldn't have stopped myself if Jim had said send Dennis home. I was going to get fucked and I was going to cum, by God, even if I had to fuck his dick off! Jim had pushed my buttons all night; there was no option to turn back!}

"Oh by the way, have him leave before daylight, don't want the neighbors to get suspicious. Good night sweetheart,"

{Only Jim in his twisted sense of humor would think to say something like that. Holy Shit, he had just told his wife to strip herself in front of one of his friends. He had his wife strip the guy naked. He had told his wife to suck the guy's cock, and told both of them to fuck. And he is worried about the neighbors! God! That's why I love him so!}

Hope you enjoyed our little adventure, I know I did! And Dennis! And Jim!



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"So with a record breaking 4th Quarter predicted and a strong performance expected in Q1 2014, we can feel very good about our current position." 

5:40pm on December the 24th, and still stuck in a meeting, how does this always happen? John was not a happy man. He hadn't seen Stephanie for 2 weeks, and would much rather be with his fiancé on Christmas Eve, than sitting through another PowerPoint presentation. 

Imogen turned back to gesture at the year's figures, John's eyes drifted down her body; 5'10 and a skin tight skirt suit hinting at a sharp, athletic physique beneath. She had always been a demanding boss, and they frequently clashed, but business had been going so well, he was starting to see a softer side to her, less as the cold hard bitch that makes his life hard, and more as 5 foot 10 inches of athletic eye candy. 

"This strong performance can be backed up by the deals we already have in the pipeline."

I'd love to back her up over this meeting table and show her a strong performance, John thought. Force her over the side of the table, push her chest down on to the desk, grab her hands and twist them behind her back, then ripping her blouse off behind her back, trapping her elbows in the sleeves. 

Then lean in behind her whispering, "I'm the boss now" before undoing her skintight skirt, that symbol of her power, and letting it flutter to the ground.

Plain white panties? Underwear of an innocent schoolgirl, hardly that of the decisive business leader that she always portrayed. Imogen let out a little gasp as she felt his stiff erection pressing through the fabric of his pants, and onto the exposed, wet fabric of her panties. She stumbled out, "What are you doing?" 

"What I want with you, it's my turn to lead now, and I'll have what I want." 

As he slid down her panties, and brought his thick, throbbing cock to her entrance.

*BUZZZ*  *BUZZZ*

Imogen gave him a hostile glance. 

His day—dream was cut short, as she continued self-congratulating. He glanced down at his phone- a text from Stephanie, and he immediately felt a little guilty, only 2 weeks without her and he was daydreaming like a teenager.

She was busy, a final year med student and coming up to her finals and he hadn't heard much from her in the last 3 days but she was still his girl. 

He glanced down, looking at the message:

"I can't wait for you to get home lover boy."

*BUZZZ*  *BUZZZ*

This time it was a picture message, a flash of pink and red, he felt a bulge in his pants. He flipped the phone over. This message is not for public consumption; a colleague next to him glanced over. John was going to need to save this for later. 

Flipping his phone onto silent he was immediately only aware of the raging hard-on pressing against his trousers. Time to refocus on the presentation, and Imogen paused mid-sentence, licking her lips. Let's focus on something else, the Homeland final episode or the last Elementary episode. 

After the meeting he went to the men's, found an empty cubical and flicked out to the message from Stephanie. There she was, right in front of him, completely naked, legs apart with a come hither smile on her face. She had one finger buried deep in her pussy and her other hand grabbing her breast, wearing only a Santa hat. 

One of his hands intuitively reached down to his trousers, rubbing himself and examining Stephanie's supple curves, her brown hair cascading down her pert, tanned breasts. She elicited this response from him every time, the desire was unbearable and unconsciously he found he had taken his cock out and was stroking it. 

No! He would see her again in a few short hours and wanted to save the tension for their reunion. He scrolled down and looked at messages sent after.

"Here's your Christmas present my man. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm your plaything."

"What are you going to do to me John?"

"I want to feel you inside me."

"I want your cum inside me."

"I want you to have me."

He felt a tension building in his dick, he was close to coming into his hand in the bathroom of the head office of the company. Calming down again, he felt a rise in his heart, she was meeting him at the airport tonight and these last 2 weeks felt like 2 months. Tonight was going to be a special one. 

Imogen was also flying back, both returning to the London office. The flight was over an hour and sitting next to him, Imogen seemed much perkier than normal and struck up a conversation.

"So you know I always complain all the hard work never pays off? Well you're looking at the next Director of Sales!"

Fantastic, someone else getting rewarded for his hard work. Imogen continued.

"So we're going to need a new associate director, I'm thinking Stuart."

John had been working towards that promotion for the last 2 years and he damn well deserved it.

As they made their way off the plane, and he turned his phone back on.

*BUZZZ*  *BUZZZ*

"I'm touching myself."

*BUZZZ*  *BUZZZ*

"I'm wearing a little surprise for you master."

A close up of one thigh, with lace knickers running along her curves buzzed through. He didn't recognise the underwear, they had been going out for years but she always found a way to him excited. He couldn't wait to investigate further. 

When they finally saw each other it felt like it had been years, she ran up to him, throwing her arms around him, pressing her curves into him, desperately kissing him like his mouth was air that she had been starved without.

They kissed with abandon, like no-one else was there. Time stood still when she was there and the weeks they were apart disappeared. He forgot how sweet she tasted, her smell and the very touch of her. They broke the kiss, and she slipped her head to the side and whispered, "That's not what I'm wearing" and he felt a hand dart into his pocket. 

They pulled away, and Stephanie turned to face Imogen, and hugged her, "It's been so long, Happy Christmas." She smiled. Stephanie had always got on really well with Imogen but John couldn't fathom why. 

John reached into his pocket and felt lace and a silicone disk, were those panties? He felt the familiar feeling of things stirring below, but what was the silicone?

He tilted it slightly and felt it vibrate and immediately Stephanie flinched! The surprise was she was wearing a vibrator! 

At the same moment Imogen turned with a smile. As they had been hugging she had felt it too and she clearly knew exactly what she had felt. Stephanie turned with a shy shake of her head started to blush. A stirring feeling for John had turned into a straining in his pants. 

The hotel was only 15 minutes away and he couldn't wait to taste her other lips. She had finished getting fully lasered while he was away and while he loved going down on her before, he couldn't wait to run his tongue up and down those smooth lips, to suck her clit into his mouth and taste her again. It was instinctive, as soon as he saw her pussy, he had to taste it. 

"Shall we get moving?" He took Stephanie's had and gestured towards the taxi rank, on the way to the hotel they had booked. The things they were going to do... 

Imogen followed them towards the rank, "I'm getting picked up, but Dominic says he's been held up by the snow."

Stephanie turned, "Oh no, we can't leave you on Christmas, how long will he be?"

"He says he'll be here in 2 hours and that was an hour and a half ago."

"Oh we'll have a drink with you, we can't leave you alone on Christmas Eve!" Stephanie smiled.

He loved Stephanie for how good she was at heart but it was at times like this, that he wished she could be more self-serving.

Well if he had to suffer then she was too and as a boarding announcement chimed, he tilted the silicone control in his pocket and watched her stumble mid step. He knew quite how horny she was, and this would bring her right up to the edge, it would drive her mad but she wouldn't be able to cum, without him letting her. 

He took a second to look at her, she had a skin tight Christmas jumper on, her breasts stretching the fabric invitingly, and jeans that clung to her pert butt. 

Alright, they were both going to struggle here. 

They sat down to get drinks at the airport bar, a cheap tacky imitation cocktail bar. Stephanie picked her cocktail, and headed to the toilet. John's phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Hmm. Calling at 10pm on Christmas eve, it's work or a hospital. Shocked, he answered formally, "Hello, John speaking."

"You're trying to make me horny aren't you?" Stephanie purred down the phone.

"You're trying to make me so wild, that I'll forget poor Imogen and take you straight back to the hotel, and fuck you? You want to fuck me don't you? Would you like to know what I'm doing right now? I've got my fingers in my pussy. You'd like to be there wouldn't you. You feel so good inside me, your big hard cock, just thinking about it makes me wet..." John heard a wet, sucking sound.

"Mmm I taste good, would you like to taste me John?"

John felt his cock pressing hard against his trousers. She knew how to press his buttons but she couldn't take the control away. "That's an interesting proposition and I would be interested in meeting to discuss it further," John glanced at Imogen, mouthing the name of a client that they were negotiating with. 

Stephanie replied "In half an hour, we're going to get out of here, and you're going to suck my cunt till I cum John, you're going to do that because you're my sex toy and you're going to do everything for your Mistress." 

They shared control, but who doesn't like playing around with power sometimes? 

"Certainly." John answered hoarsely.

"You're going to make me cum twice, just with your mouth, then as a reward, I'll let you fuck me. You can shoot your hot cum inside me. I want your cum dripping down my legs, just like my wetness is dripping down my leg... Ohhh."

John had just flicked his wrist, sending a jolt through Stephanie's body. She wasn't the only one with control here, and he loved using the control. 

"Oh John, you can put up a fight but you're going to make me cum twice, before I let you fuck me." Stephanie whispered.

Imogen had been playing on her phone, while he was in this 'important business call' as he hung up, she turned to him.

"Damn it! The roads have been closed, and Dominic's had to turn back. I'm going to have to stay nearby till the morning and almost all the hotels are booked! I got the last room in the Malmasion." 

The same hotel he was sharing with Stephanie.

After they finished their drinks, and walked to the taxi rank again, John knew exactly what was coming. "Imogen, you should get a taxi with us!"

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I was a captain on pretty much every sports team my high school. In the fall I played football, I was the starting QB. When the football season ended, I played basketball. I pretty much played every position, but the programs labelled me as a point guard. As if that wasn't enough, in the spring I would win almost everything you could at the city track-meets. The number of events I participated in was solely limited by time restraints. I could run faster, further, jump higher, longer, and throw further than most opponents.

On the social side of things, my presence was desired at every party. I could barely remember the names of my friends, I just met so many new ones everywhere I went. I was one of those guys who had a different girl hanging off his arm everyday of the week.

I am about 6'6", with short curly dark hair, and hazel eyes. Back in the day I was a cut 220lbs, a mountain of a man. The ladies almost loved my thick ten inches as much as my world class stamina. The girls at my high school loved to gossip and my member was one of the most frequent topics. Rumours about my sexual prowess spread like wild fire, by my senior year I had fucked pretty much every girl in the school. 

If my bragging did not make it abundantly clear, I was the man in high school. This made it even harder for me to move back to square one when I went off to college. Thankfully some friends from back home attended the same college as I did making the transition a little smoother. I had a few girlfriends in my first year. I was a walk on for a couple sports teams, but the upper class-men made sure to remind me I was still just a freshmen.

After a few years I managed to climb the totem poll, regaining the stature I once had. My dick had pretty much become the go to for all the little freshmen girls seeking to add a little chocolate to their diet.

Tara was a regular girl of mine. We were both in our early twenties at the time. Tara was a cute blonde back then. Very petite, standing at just under five foot, weighing only ninety pounds. Her body was pretty much just skin and bones until you got to below her waist. She had one of the hugest white asses I had ever seen. She loved to get hit from behind. The view was incredible, I was pretty much addicted.

Tara was the girl in charge of a large sorority on the campus. She often borrowed my 'expertise' to help with initiations. I would have the honour of being a guest judge, if I liked a particular girl enough I could over rule all other criteria and get her into the sorority with my vote.

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One day on my way out of Tara's room I ran into this cute little blonde girl.

"Hi my name's Paula, you are Tara's friend right? Jeremy is it?"

"Yup, nice to meet you Paula." I said as I shook her hand.

Paula and I chatted for a bit, she revealed she was pledging to join the sorority. She was eighteen, still in first year. One of the first things I noticed about this girl was her ridiculous cleavage. I was, and have always been, an ass man but what hetero man doesn't like a large set of titties? This girl was around 5'6", and weighed about 110lbs I guessed. Her long blonde hair framed her perfectly proportioned face, she had deep blue eyes, a cute little button nose, and a full pair of red painted lips.

"Well, I've got a class, I'll probably see you later." I waved goodbye as I made my way out the front door of Tara's house.

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It was only a few days later that I found myself back in Tara's room. We filled a break in our amorous activities with small talk.

"The other day I ran into one of your pledges, Paula." I said.

"Nice girl, it's too bad the house is already full." Tara replied.

"So you don't think she'll get in?"

"Well I think she would really fit it, but we just don't have any more room."

"She's a little girl though, you can fit her in." I joked.

Tara shook her head not even cracking a smile.

"What if I help her out? If she earned my vote, I'd give her my special recommendation."

"It'd have to be a extra special one, we would have to make room for her." Tara was very reluctant.

"I'll swing by her dorm after class today, see if she can earn it."

"I'll tell her to expect you."

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Later that afternoon I found myself knocking at Paula's door.

"Hey Jeremy, I'm glad you could stop by." Paula led me into the small room, offering me to take a seat.

All the dorm rooms at this school looked the same. I could not remember the exact one where I lay my head for first year, I wouldn't have been surprised to find out this was the same one.

"So Tara tells me you might be able to help with my pledge?" 

"Yea she let's me give a special recommendation every year."

"So what should I do if I want that recommendation?" Paula's hand made its way to my crotch.

"That's a good place to start."

Paula pulled my face down to hers and started sucking on my lips. She continued to rub my crotch while we kissed. She moved her fingers around until they found my fly. She unzipped me and reached in, pulling out my cock. She stroked it while we kissed.

She dropped down to kneel in between my legs. Paula was busy going down on me when her cell phone started to ring. After a number of rings she finally removed her mouth to answer it.

"I'm sorry, I should really get that, it might be an emergency." Paula reached out to grab her purse and pull out the phone. I could see her smile as she looked at the screen.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"No, just studying." 

She covered the phone, "it's my boyfriend." She revealed to me.

"Just one second babe." She spoke into the phone.

She held her hand over the receiver and casually lifted up her shirt, her glorious breasts tumbled out. She reached behind her back popping off her bra, fully releasing herself.

Her tits were so glorious I couldn't help but stare.

She put the phone back up to her ear, "so what's new?"

She pinned the phone to her ear using her right shoulder to free up her hands, she put her hands on the outsides of either breast locking me in between. She started moving them up and down my shaft. Mainly having been with Tara, it had been quite some time since I had a good tit fucking.

"Really? I haven't spoken to her in forever." Paula spoke into the phone.

I tried to keep quiet but this just felt too good. Despite my efforts, I let slip a deep moan.

"No babe, I told you I was alone, that was just the T.V."

"I miss you to babe, it sucks I had to move so far away for school."

"I guess we could try, I have to go to the bathroom though first."

She moved her right hand from the side of her tit and took the phone away from her face. She hit a button on the phone and placed it on the ground beside her. She brought her hand up to resume her squeezing position.

"So my man is feeling a little horny tonight." She began to tell me as she fucked me with her tits. "I was wondering if you'd be cool if I had phone sex with him while we fooled around?"

This proposition made me feel very uncomfortable. Even though we were separated by a phone line, I'd pretty much be sharing this girl with her man, awkward. Her chest was fucking amazing though, she certainly was a master manipulator. She probably could have got an affirmative response to just about any question by waiting until my cock was stuffed between her fun bags.

"If it starts to get weird, I'll leave." I said.

"Great!" She pushed her tits all the way down my shaft kissing the head as a thank you.

She took her hand off her tit, looking at me as she stood a finger in front of her lips, making a "shhh." She then reached her hand to grab the phone again, hitting the mute button again before pinning it back between her shoulder and ear.

"Hey babe, I'm back." She moved her hands to their former positions at the sides of her breasts and resumed her rhythm.

"Mmm I wish I was there." Paula's eyes met mine, "thinking about sucking your huge cock is making my pussy so wet."

"Yes! Fuck my tits."

Just because I had to stay quiet, didn't mean I had to be lazy. I thrust my hips upwards through Paula's massive tits.

"Shit yes! It's like you're here with me, I can almost feel your hard cock pulsing through them."

Paula grabbed the phone from her ear, able to relax her neck. Her tits fell from around my cock.

"I can't wait to take your dick in my mouth."

Her lips wrapped around me.

"Mmm you taste so good."

She alternated between sucking me and talking to her man.

"Your big dick barely fits in my mouth! You keep hitting the back of my throat."

"You like gagging me on your cock?"

Paula impaled her mouth on me, forcing a gag.

Looking at me once again while she spoke into the phone, "I love playing with my big black dildo, I wish you were here to see!"

She continued to jerk me off, "It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what your big dick feels like throbbing in my hand."

I took this lull in the action to remove my shirt. To maintain her man's ignorance she struggled to not gasp, but her eyes told me she was impressed by my physique.

"I can hardly wait to feel you inside me." Paula shot a wink my way.

Seamlessly Paula rose to pull down her skirt and panties. She stepped forward removing the mishmash of fabric from her ankles. Her beautiful form was on full display for me. Her pale white skin was barely kissed by the sun. Spotless, she looked as though she had been specially created just that morning, all for me. Her perky breasts featured a subtle upward slope pointing her perfect nipples towards my eyes. Her sweet prize sheltered by a well trimmed mass of fur drove me wild. I was quite used to seeing naked women, but Paula was a goddess. A vision of perfection I had rarely seen before, I was a kid again, unable to sleep on Christmas eve!

I shook myself away from my fantasy to see this angel hop up on her bed, crawling on top of me. She rediscovered her grasp on my dick, rubbing it against her.

"I cannot wait to ride your horse cock." She said into the phone.

I starred in awe as she made the head of my cock disappear under the triangle of hair guarding her pubic region. This felt amazing. Beads of her juices dripped down my shaft.

"Ooo babe, I'm so wet and ready for you."

"Give me that cock!" She demanded.

I knew the message was actually intended for me, so I thrust myself upwards. She felt so good as her pink lips sucked in my dark shaft.

"Mmm." She moaned. "It feels so good!" 

Somehow she managed to keep the handset held against her ear despite allowing the rest of her body melt onto mine. Our bodies moved together. She lowered down, as I pushed up. Paula screamed and moaned into the phone. On the other end I imagined her man fantasized how she was lying back jamming away with her dildo, if he only knew!

She pulled the phone away whipping her hair around as she continued her ride.

"Oh shit yes, just a little bit more and I'll-" She screamed at the phone, "-I'm C-C-C-Cummmming."

I looked down to see my dark shaft had almost been painted completely white by the coating of cream she gave it. Catching her breath she lifted herself off me. She nudged me to get up, I spun around and sat on my knees at the end of her bed. I watched as Paula put her hands on the wall above her pillow, pushing her ass towards me.

"Fuck me hard baby!"

I obliged the demands she gave her man. I pushed myself forward, my cock sliding into her tight pink hole. I could see her gushing onto me. She let out a loud moan as I entered, followed by a chorus as I began to pump.

She pushed on the wall slamming back into me, It was like a game between us two, seeing who could knock the other over. Paula's pussy had an extreme lock on my dick, dissolving my obvious physical advantage.

"My pussy is stretching so fucking much!"

"Your huge cock is hitting spots inside me I didn't even know existed!"

I repositioned myself to get more leverage. I moved my foot forward so it was inline with her dangling tits. My hands gripped her shoulders. Exerting my dominance I pushed her flat onto the bed. I pushed my entire length into her. She gasped into the phone as I pushed in balls deep.

"Fuck! That feels so good!"

I drove in her, drawing strength from every muscle I had. I totally rag dolled the girl as she screamed into the phone to be fucked harder. I pounded her until her nonsense moans became completely indecipherable.

After considerable attempts she managed to form actual English.

"I want to feel your nut all over my face!" 

Once I slide out of her, Paula was able to roll over onto her back. I straddled her chest and stroked over her face. I jerked at a furious pace and closed my eyes. She was able to read the signals my body sent when I was ready to blow. She removed the phone from her ear holding it out away from the bed.

I fired my impressive load over her face. I opened my eyes when my orgasm came to an end to see her covered in streams of sticky white semen. Without even reaching for a towel she returned her phone to her ear.

"Babe, you were amazing." The movement of her speech allowed jizz from her lips to drip into her mouth.

She formed an excuse to end her conversation. I gathered her man had cum, seeing how easy it was to get him to hang up.

"I think you earned my recommendation." I said looking down at Paula's cum stained face.

I could see a smile through the layers of jizz.



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It funny how much chance plays in those experiences you just never seem to forget. The most intense sexual experience in my life wasn't planned, it just happened. The fact that it wasn't expected made it that much more thrilling. 

I had been seeing a married woman, whom I'd met on the Internet. We had had one very brief encounter which had made is both hungry for more. "A Chance Taken" She never could get away from her control freak of a husband. Finally, she enlisted the aid of a close friend of hers to give her a reason to be away from home. We planned to meet at her friend Kelly's house one afternoon. 

Kelly greeted me at the door. If I hadn't been infatuated and eager to see Lanie I might have stayed and talked to her because she was a striking brunette. Slender with a nice figure and beautiful eyes. She was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt, and smiled at me and said "You must be David. "

"Lanie has told me all about you. "

"She's waiting for you so follow me. " Glancing down, she smiled with a twinkle in her eyes and said " It looks like you are anxious to see her too. This way please. "

I followed her through the house till she came to a closed door. She stopped, turned and told me "Lanie is in here. She is waiting on you. "

"I'll be in the living room just in case her husband calls to check up on her. " She glanced down again and smiled. "Have fun. " I could swear her hand brushed my hard cock as she walked past but to be fair it was taking up a lot of space. I took a deep breath and opened the door. 

The bedroom was dark, even with the sunlight trying to fight its way in, past the tightly pulled curtains. Standing in the corner was the beautiful woman I had only briefly met early one cold winter morning in her driveway. She shyly looked at me and said" I was planning on being in bed naked waiting on you but I guess I'm too nervous to do that. " She was wearing a short silk robe cinched about her waist. I smiled and walked slowly over to her. Taking her face in my hands, I gently kissed her lips. She melted into me and returned the kiss with a growing passion

"This is just fine" I said. Caressing her shoulder length blonde hair, my lips pressed into hers, our tongues kissing furiously as if to make up for all the chances we had missed. I murmured a question I had asked many times during our Internet sessions. " What do you want me to do?" She stepped back and undid the belt of her robe and looked me straight in the eyes and said "I want you to make love to me, David. " She dropped the robe and stepped past me and laid down on the bed. She obviously hadn't been too nervous for she wore nothing under her robe. 

I stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of her beautiful body, her pale white skin broken only by her darker nipples. As my eyes trailed downward, I saw she was shaved as smooth as the silk robe she had just discarded. She gave me a minute to look and then said "Fuck me, David. " Eager to please, I quickly undressed and joined her on the bed. I had been waiting for this a long time and was in no hurry. I took her in my arms and began caressing her very erect nipples. She moaned and writhed as I kissed my way down her body. It seems, I was not the only one who was ready for this to happen. 

I slowly kissed my way down between her legs. I continued to play our Internet game of asking her what she wanted me to do to her. " Do you want my tongue in your pussy, Lanie?"

" she moaned "Yes, "but I was going to make her say it. "Tell me what you want me to do" I said. "You know what I want " she replied. I kissed the soft insides of her thighs as I continued teasing her. "Tell me" I insisted. She struggled for a few minutes but the sensation of my mouth so close to her pussy was too much. " I want you to lick my pussy " she almost screamed. Smiling, I did just that. 

She was so hot and wet already, my tongue and fingers slid right in and began their work. She moaned as I licked up and down her now opening lips. Her legs wrapped around my head as I tasted this sexy woman I had dreamed about for so long. It didn't take long. She shuddered and if possible became even wetter. Though I tried to lick up every drop, I'm afraid we were making a mess out of Kelly's bed. 

Giving her a minute to collect herself, I crawled up behind her and began kissing the soft skin at the base of her neck. My hands were roaming over her breasts, caressing, stroking, and gently squeezing. After a moment. her hand reached back and wrapped itself around my painfully hard cock. She purred under my ministrations and the I asked again "What do you want me to do?" This time there was no hesitation. "I want you to fuck me right now with that big hard cock. "

She rolled on to her hands and knees on the bed. From our conversations, she knew that was one of my favorite positions. I knelt behind her. She reached back between her legs and positioned me at the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. Looking back over her shoulder, she stared me in the eyes and said "FUCK ME NOW!" She was so wet that I slid right in and soon we had a good rhythm going. We changed positions several times as this wonderful lovemaking went on and on. We were so engrossed in each other and what we were doing that neither of us heard the phone ring in the other room. 

We didn't hear the light tapping on the door as I lay on my back with her astride me. But I could see the door slowly open and Kelly's head poked around it. She hissed "Lanie!" In her hands, she held a cordless phone; her finger firmly pressed on the mute button. " Its your husband" she whispered. She was obviously trying not to look at our bodies joined together and still fucking furiously. " Oh my god" Lanie moaned. She stopped bouncing on my cock and stared at me. "Well. talk to him. " I said. Kelly stepped to the bed and handed her the phone. 

"Hello" she said in a shaky voice. "Hi honey, I was just using the bathroom. "

" No, I will be here for a couple of more hours I think. We have a lot to get done today. " Her voice was getting a bit more confident as she went along. I reached up and pinched her hard nipples and she almost jumped off my cock. She glared at me but as I slowly began thrusting up into her it was replaced by a look of arousal She carried on her conversation like a champ never letting on that she was being fucked right then and there. 

That took all her concentration so she really didn't notice Kelly was still standing beside the bed not even pretending she wasn't looking now. I locked eyes with Kelly as I slowly fucked her best friend in front of her. She licked her lips as she stared at my cock slowly disappearing and reappearing from Lanie's pussy. She began to rub herself through her jeans. I motioned to her to take them off.. She shook her head. I repeated the motion and she stepped closer to the bed. 

Reaching up, I unsnapped her jeans and slide the zipper down. Lanie finally realized there was something else going on but she couldn't say anything with her husband still on the phone. Kelly looked at her, then slowly slid her jeans and panties to the floor. Kelly took my hand and placed it between her legs. I caressed her sex as I continued to quietly fuck Lanie. Finally, Lanie says "Bye " and hangs up. " Fuck me!" she screams, slamming hard down onto my cock. None of us could last any longer and when Lanie felt me shoot inside her, it put her over the edge. Kelly was only a few seconds behind, coming all over my fingers with a whimper. 

She collapsed on the bed with us, her pants still down around her ankles. All three of us stared at each other, fighting to catch our breath and wondering what will happen next. 

To Be Continued...



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Suzanne finished her shower and dried her body slowly, enjoying the sensation of the towel on her aroused skin. After spraying her vanilla scent, she went to the drawer and brought out her assortment of toys. Checking them, she changed the batteries in each toy. Once again, she checked the power level. As she heard the loud buzzing, she could feel herself getting excited. Her pussy seemed to vibrate at the same speed. She lit some candles and smoothed out the bedcovers. The cds were playing softly and the house alarm was set. Now, she made her pillow nest and got comfortable on the bed. At exactly 8 A.M., she dialed her lover's office. Although they lived over a thousand miles apart, they were together everyday. This was their time. He often came into the office at least an hour early so they could spend time together. Daren was her lover and so much more. They had met in a writer's chat room and become friends. Both had kids the same age, so they often talked about the joys of teenagers and the challenges of balancing parenthood with friendship.

Today was like that. They talked about their daughters and the dangers of sex. They worried that too many girls were being sexually active and that their daughters might succumb to peer pressure. This discussion took some of their valuable morning time, but that is what made Daren so special. She never felt like it was just phone sex, they were both friends and lovers.

As they talked, Suzanne ran her fingers over her naked body, feeling her nipples pucker, feeling her lips swelling open. Daren's voice had a way of reaching her very center, making her wet by just talking. The topic of teen sex was arousing her, but then, today, talking about window cleaning would have excited her. She had dreamed of Daren last night and reread some of his letters this morning. Her body and mind were ready for a major fucking.

Daren could hear the need in her low, husky voice. He changed the subject, asking her about her morning. She described her shower and her nakedness, her words becoming seductively soft. 

Often, in the early morning office hours, Daren dressed comfortably in jeans and sweaters, changing if he had a court date that day. Today was the same. He said he wore button-fly jeans and a blue sweater. She told him to undo the buttons and take out "her cock" and describe it. After a pause, Daren told her he had it out and was stroking it, that it was already becoming hard and hot. Suzanne had often told him how sexy she thought a man's hand on his own cock was, how she loved to see his hand sliding knowledgeably up and down the shaft, cupping his own balls and massaging them. Daren described to her how hard he was, about the precome that he was using to make his cock all shiny and slick. She closed her eyes and imagined his hand, moving so easily up and down that massive erection. Her own fingers were playing gently in her curlies, stroking them and parting them. Daren held the phone down, she could hear the sound of flesh on flesh, could hear his wet palm sliding up and down his dick.

She picked up one of her toys, a blue jelly vibrator and ran it up and down her slit, feeling herself open to the head of the toy. Daren was describing to her exactly how he fit his hand around his cock, just the speed and pressure that he preferred. Suzanne was lying on her back, her legs spread, her blue toy now slowly moving in and out of her hungry pussy, She was moaning and telling Daren she needed more, needed some nipple sucking. He was happily obliging, describing to her the feel of her hard nipple in his mouth. Her head rolled back and forth, her toy moved faster and now she turned on the vibrating switch. Her hips began to thrust against the toy, and she was rushing toward her first orgasm of the morning. Suddenly, Daren's voice became very professional...."That will be fine, Mr. Davis. I will get back to you. Goodbye."

The phone clicked, leaving Suzanne on the edge, all alone. As her lower lip began to quiver, she heard Daren's voice again, still professional, speaking to someone else. She realized what had happened. Someone had come into the office, catching Daren in a compromising position. But rather than disconnecting the call, he had accidentally hit the conference call button. She heard him offer that person a seat and exchange pleasantries.

At the office, Daren was in a predicament. Here he sat, his jeans around his ankles, his hand happily encircling his hard cock, and a beautiful young lady was sitting across from him. She crossed her legs, the silky sound of her thighs moving against each other exciting him further. He knew he needed to think of a way to distract her and get dressed, but his mind was just not working. As she leaned forward to talk, Daren could see her bare thigh above her lacy stocking top and his cock throbbed back to full attention. 

She began talking, telling him her legal problem, but his thoughts were on Suzanne, with her toy, coming for him. Then he would think of this lovely stranger, her long, silkily-clad legs crossed right before him. It seemed that everything was conspiring to make him hard. He could not get his cock to behave. It remained upright and happily engorged. Giving up on placing it back in his pants, he thought he might be able to continue holding his aching cock, if he did it discreetly. He let his fingers slide slowly up and down, imagining that the woman wouldn't notice. And she might not have. He leaned his elbow on the desk, his hand supporting his face as he listened to her talk. His other hand was moving up and down, strumming against the sensitive underside of his dick. God, that felt good. His fingers knew just the path to take, just the spot to touch. He was plainly overstimulated, but he couldn't think of one reason making that a bad thing.

The woman, who had introduced herself as Kate, stood up and began pacing. Her story was winding down, he could tell. She was beginning to ask questions and knew he would have to pay attention. She stopped pacing and stepped forward to pick up a little toy from his desk. As she leaned forward, she could see right into his lap. 

A tiny OH! escaped her lips. She stared into his lap, watching his hand, still encircling his cock. She licked her lips and looked into his face. He did blush, but he still couldn't stop. She walked over to the door, locking it securely. Her hips swayed seductively as she returned to the desk. She stepped closer and reached for her skirt button, unzipping it and letting it drop to the floor. She stood before him, her pink garter belt framing her golden curlies, her naked thighs against the creamy hosiery. She leaned over and kissed him, putting her hands on both shoulders and pushing him sideways, so now he faced her. He could smell her desire as she approached him. She stepped up and straddled his legs, stopping with her pussy poised right over his cock. He could feel her silky stockings against his naked thighs. He held her hips and pulled her down on him. She was velvety soft and so slick. She began to ride him, her wetness making slurpy sounds in the room. On the phone, Suzanne could hear it all, she could hear the moaning and cooing and the slurpy wet sex sounds. Daren was telling the stranger that he planned to fuck her, he planned to pound into her tender pussy until she screamed. Suzanne was going crazy on her bed. She was reaming her hot pussy with the blue toy, but it wasn't enough. She placed one blue boy deep inside and took a second blue boy to her clit, vibrating at top speed right on the shy little button. 

Daren heard the vibrators and then Suzanne's unmistakable moans. He realized then what had happened. He continued to verbalize his desires and plans, driving both women wild with desire. The blonde was riding him, using her long legs to raise and lower her hot cunt on his cock. Suzanne, in the meantime, was reaching her first orgasm. Her moans and cries filled the office, inspiring the realtime lovers.

The client, Kate, was begging for release. She stood up, feeling his cock leave her with a pop. She turned and lowered herself again, bending over the desk and presented her tight ass. "Fuck my ass, please," she begged. She reached around and held the cheeks apart, offering her tight, pink hole to him. Once again, Daren held her hips. He lavished kisses on the smooth globes of her ass, licking and nipping as he moved down the sweet skin. He lingered at her tight hole, his lips kissing her there, his tongue circling her there. She moaned loudly, begging him to fuck her ass. He guided her ass down, pulling her closer to him, feeling his cockhead touching the wrinkled spot. Just as he came into contact, she pushed back and impaled herself on him, feeling him enter her completely, filling her with his engorged cock. She roared from deep in her throat, nearly growling. 

Daren described the scene aloud, conscious of Suzanne on the speaker phone. As he thrust deeply into Kate's ass, Suzanne was moving her toys in and out of her needy body. Now her green toy was inserted into her ass, the blue boys forgotten as the 3rd one was filling her secret space. Her hands were busily moving the toys, pleasuring herself, trying to reach the summit again. She called out Daren's name as her muscles quivered around the vibrator, pulling it deeper into her virgin ass.

The couple stopped moving, listening to Suzanne's cries and ragged breathing. Daren wasn't sure how much longer he could last. Kate's ass was so tight, so hot, so forbidden. Knowing that Suzanne was listening and enjoying it all was so incredibly naughty and exciting.

Kate was talking, saying things to excite and encourage Daren. She knew that his lover was listening and that the lover approved, so she gave praise for his lovely hard cock and his prowess with it. She asked him to touch her clit, to rub it. The combination of his cock thrusting into her ass and his fingers on her clit made Kate reach the edge. She tightened her legs and pushed back against Daren one last time and then came, clenching his cock deep inside her as she spasmed, her juices gushing over his thighs and belly.

Daren had no reserve. He could not stop himself as he felt his cock swell and then explode. He shot his come deep into Kate, feeling her warmth gripping him and holding him tightly inside her. 

Suzanne listened to the explosion on the speaker and waited until the breathing returned to normal. Before hanging up her phone, she welcomed Kate and invited her to be a morning visitor anytime.



Phone Sex



Tawana was in my apartment for a half an hour already and she still had her clothes on. That was a problem. Tawana was there for only one thing—sex, this was not about love or anything warm fuzzy, just sex. 

She was sitting on the edge of my bed and looking especially tasty when my phone rang. 

"Hello?" 

"What are you doing?" asked the female voice on the other end. 

It was my fuck buddy and friend, Sondra, who I knew was still at work at 12:30 at night toiling away for a big Eight accounting firm and obviously bored. 

"Nothing," I said as I looked over to my date for the evening. 

"Do you have company?" she asked full well knowing the answer was yes. 

"Yeah," I said as my hand roamed over Tawana's back as she continued watching TV. 

"You are such a male slut," she said with a laugh. 

"Well you should know being the queen of all sluts," I said in mock indignation. 

"Your only a slut if you swallow, so technically I am not a slut", she said laughing. 

"Sorry the correct term is either skank or cock sucking whore, though in your case both terms apply but enough about your good qualities, what did you call for besides being bored?" I asked her. 

Sondra laughed again and started to tell me in detail about her day and how she had to run a bunch of numbers for a partner in the firm. By now, Tawana was signaling to get off the phone but I waved her off. She was a bit taken aback and then she moved closer to me and started kissing me on my neck and face. I pushed her away and kept talking to Sondra about how she can deal with the problems at her firm. 

Tawana was now a bit perturbed, she knew I was on the phone but she knew I wasn't going to get off the phone with until I was ready. So Tawana took the initiative and started to undo my pants and pulled out my dick. 

At this point I think she thought I would hang up but I didn't so she started to suck my dick. She slowly put my dick in her mouth and moved her head up and down, licking on the way down and sucking on the way up. My dick grew in her mouth in record time. 

I kept talking on the phone as if nothing was happening but Sondra could sense something was going on. 

"What are you doing?" Sondra asked me, "Is that woman doing something to you?" 

"Yeah," I said to her as Tawana mouth massaged by now rock hard dick. 

"She's sucking your dick, isn't she?" 

"Yeah, she is" my breathing, now a bit more labored as I felt a nut coming on. 

"You are such a slut, talking to me and getting your dick sucked at the same time. I hope she gives you some terrible disease." 

"If she does, you will literally be the first to know." I quickly retorted. 

"In your dreams, that why I make you wear a rubber everytime we are together because I don't know where your dick has been on a minute by minute basis" 

Then she said a bit wistful to me over the phone, "I want you to describe everything in detail." 

"And what will you be doing while I tell you what's happening?" 

"My pussy is so wet right now," she answered to let me know that she was touching herself. 

"Well she is slowly sucking my dick, licking it up and down and using her hands on me just right." 

"You know I love to suck your dick, it feel so good in my mouth," Tawana said in a slow seductive voice. 

I looked down to Tawana and said, "Yeah, that's right baby suck that dick, suck it like you owe me money." 

Tawana increased her pace and worked my dick like a pro. Slurping sounds were loud enough for Sondra to hear, "She is really sucking that dick, isn't she?" 

"Uh huh", was all I could get out. 

"Ohhh, I wish I was there to see, just listening is getting me so wet." 

"I want you to stick two finger inside your pussy for me" I said to Sondra who was complying on the other end with loud moans of pleasure but Tawana thought I was talking to her and she slid two fingers in her very wet pussy. She moaned with my dick in her mouth. Then she lifted her head and said "I want you to fuck me." 

Sondra heard and said, "Go ahead and fuck -- give her that big curved dick of yours." 

"Hold on," I said to Sondra as I put the phone down on the nightstand and began kissing Tawana. I turned her around and laid her on her back on the bed. She scooted up and I follow her. I grabbed the phone and said "Listen while I eat her pussy." I placed the phone on the bed between Tawana's legs and began lick her pussy. Tawana immediately start cumming. I started fingering her and her wet pussy made a squishing sound while I sucked on her clit. She held my head in place while she built up to another orgasm, this one much stronger than the first. 

On the other end of the phone, Sondra was slowly working herself up to cum also but she knew that there was more to come so she timed her self not to cum too quick. Her business skirt was completely hiked to her waist and her panty hose were balled up on the floor. She had her legs spread and fingering her frothy pussy, stopping for every few minutes so that she didn't come before the big finale. She knew me well. 

I picked up the phone and asked Sondra if she could hear me and she said yes, and then told me to listen as she put the phone to her pussy and I could hear how very wet she was. 

"Good," I said, "because I am not finished yet, I am about to fuck the shit out of her," looking Tawana in the eyes while I said it. She smiled back at me and gave me a look like come and get this. 

"I am putting the phone on the nightstand so listen closely." 

I grabbed Tawana's ankle's and spread her legs wide apart and then I guided my dick to her glistening pussy. I adjusted the angle and then slowly entered her pussy an inch at a time. I took forever pushing the whole thing in until I hit bottom. Then I slid out slowly taking just as long and then back again, I did this over and over teasing that pussy, making it wetter. 

"Oh don't tease me, fuck me baby, fuck me hard, real hard." Tawana wasn't playing she wanted to get fucked until her back was broken and this teasing shit was driving her crazy. 

I looked her in the eyes, placed both her legs on my shoulders and said, "do you really want it hard?" 

"Yeah I want it hard. I want to get fucked hard and fast." 

By know I am still sticking my dick in her slow and easy, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. "You don't really think you can take all this dick, hard and fast do you?" I said to her even as I slowed my pace down to a crawl. 

"Stop fucking teasing me and give me that dick, damn, this is so frustrating." She said to me as she tried to lift her pussy to meet my dick on the downstroke. 

Though I couldn't hear her on the phone Sondra was screaming, "Fuck that bitch, give her the dick, fuck her brains out." 

As she was furiously fingering her pussy, the dialogue between me and Tawana was taking her over the top. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as she was close to cumming. 

I was oblivious to her state as I was in a heated negotiation with my bed partner. 

"Ohh I hate you sometimes," Tawana said to me even more frustrated as I continued to tease her pussy which was now dripping all over the bed. 

"Patience, Tawana, you must learn patience. You'll eventually get what you want in good time." I was done teasing her , her pussy was dripping and I plunged my dick deep in her in one swift movement. Her legs were on my shoulders and I gripped underneath her shoulders and my pelvis rocked back and forth and to and fro in her pussy. My dick banging away inside her making sure to take it all the way out and then slamming it back in over and over again. 

Tawana was screaming now, alternating between 'stop' and 'more' in shrill shrieking manner. I must have sounded like I was killing her over the phone. 

Sondra was listening and said out loud to no one in particular, "Damn, he is tearing that pussy up, she is so fucking lucky." Her finger coated in her own juices, she held back the dam for a few minutes more, but she had little hope to last much longer. 

As much as she wanted to be fucked hard, Tawana couldn't hang and begged me to stop. I laid out a couple of more hard strokes for good measure and then I eased back and stroked her pussy with a little less enthusiasm. She moaned and then I pulled out of her and she grabbed my dick and began to suck on it. 

I picked up the phone and said , "Are you still there?" 

All I heard was muffled moans and then Sondra said, "Quickly, fuck her up the ass. Fuck her up the ass now." 

I took Tawana's mouth off of my dick and made a motion for her to turn around. She turned around and stuck her big ass up in the air for me. 

"I am about to do it, " I said to Sondra as I heard her pre orgasmic moans in my earpiece. 

"Oh god, I am about to cum, just hurry up and do it." 

I asked Sondra, "Do you have a finger up your ass now? I am not going to do it unless you are fucking yourself up the ass?" 

"Ok, Ok," she said as I heard her adjust and then a low moan, "Oh god, you are going to make me cum right now, my fingers are so deep up my ass, hurry up and fuck her up the ass." 

All this time I was playing with Tawana's asshole and she knew what I was about to do. She was ready, willing and very able to take my dick up her ass. I took the head and place it by her anus and slowly eased it in. Tawana moaned slow and deep as I stuck my dick all the way into her. 

I said on the phone, "I am fucking her up the ass, are you fucking yourself up the ass?" 

"Oh god Yes, fuck her hard like she like it, fuck that slut hard. Oh god I am going to cum, Fuck her dammit, fuck her , oh god, I am about to cum." 

I grabbed Tawana's hips and dug in deep and started to really fuck her ass hard. I was slamming in her butt cheeks which jiggled on every stroke. Tawana's moans grew louder and louder. 

"Oh yes fuck my ass, oh damn. You fuck my ass so good. Oh shit, I am going to cum." Tawana said as she pushed her big ass back towards me on every stroke. She was now bouncing her ass towards me and I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. 

Sondra was on the phone listening and barely able to talk said, "Oh, you are fucking her so hard up the ass. You always did like those skanks , didn't you?" She was so close to cumming. 

I didn't respond, Tawana and I was fucking up a storm. Her ass was taking me over the top quickly which each new stroke. 

We were all on the verge of cumming but Tawana set it off first, she screamed, "Oh shit," arched her back and gripped my dick with her ass. This move sent me over the edge and I said, "Aw fuck, I am fucking cumming" and grabbed Tawana by the hips and let loose my load all inside of her. 

Sondra upon hearing me cum, moaned herself and came hard in her office, sitting at the chair by her desk. She moved her fingers in and out of her pussy at a furious pace until she came but to her surprise she kept cumming and cumming. She was writhing on her floor, now having slid off her chair and kept playing with her pussy until it became to tender to touch. 

I finally was able to get some words out and asked Sondra if she was Ok. 

She answered in a low, measured voice, "You are going to get me fired. I am sitting here by my desk at 1:30 in the morning, with my skirt hiked up. My stocking on the floor and my pussy dripping from cumming as hard as I have ever cum. This doesn't look good if someone walked in now. And on top of it I still have to finish my assignment." 

"So are you going to tell me you would have rather not have played with us?" 

"You know that not the case but … damn, forget it, I came so hard, right now I just want to curl up and go to sleep and I can't." She said to me then she added, 'Oh god, my pussy is still dripping. Listen I have to go and clean up, I will speak to you later. Have fun and do me a favor?" 

"What's that?" I asked her. 

"The next time I see you, don't say a word just grab me and fuck me like you fucked her, hard and fast, understand?" 

"I understand" I said knowing exactly how she was feeling right now. 

"I have to go- bye." And with that she hung up. I put the phone down and thought briefly about what I would do to her the next time I saw her, a smile came across my face because it was going to be raw. Then I looked down on the bed and saw Tawana and all that ass in front of me and it brought me back to the moment. 

She was laying down with here eyes closed and I tapped on the shoulder. 

"What?" she said as she looked over towards me. 

I grabbed my hard dick and said to her, "Ready for Round two?" 

She smiled back and wiggled her ass towards me and I knew it was going to be a long night.



Phone Sex



John was running late. He'd spent an extra few minutes in bed this morning trying to decide wether or not to skip class. His roomate had the same section and could fill him in on all the notes and assignments he might miss but, no, John remembered that he was really trying to buckle down this year and really do well. Being late really wasn't going to help me John chided to himself. Ok, which hall is it again? He checked his mental map and couldn't tell if he needed to go left or right. Damn engineering quad! All the buildings looked alike! He quickly picked right and climbed the stairs to the third floor. Walking down the hall he saw his roomate sitting at one of the tables and knew he was in the right place.

Only one seat was left, this was a packed classroom due to all the budget cuts. John quickly walked in avoiding the teacher's gaze and plopped into the seat. He took out his notebook and only then looked around to see if he could ask anybody what had been going on. That's when he realized he was sitting next to her.

Her name was Bethany and she was the only girl in the class, and quite a girl indeed John thought to himself. She had auburn hair and a beautiful soft face. As she diligently took notes he quickly studied her. She was wearing a green tank top that showed her petite but well shaped breasts. He noticed a red satin strap nudging out of the shoulders and took note of how the color was well suited to her soft looking skin. Thight jeans and flip-flops rounded off the outfit to make her look conservative, comfortable, and unmistakibly alluring.

He leaned over and asked her, "Hey, do you know what we're doing in here?" 

She smiled back, "I don't know about you but I'm taking notes." 

A smartass - John loved that in women, he always considered it a subtle way of letting people know that they had their own minds. John grinned sheepishly, "Taking notes? Damned Theif." 

She chuckled under her breath. And so the witty (oh, let's be honest - childish) banter and bad puns continued for the better part of the class. John thought he was doing pretty well for himself. He was saying all the right things and she was eating it up.

But John's heart sank when he heard her crack a joke about her boyfriend. "Well, Danny does...." John listened half-heartedly while he thought about what had just happened. BBS - Big Brother Syndrome. John didn't know what it was but every girl he met thought of him as some sort of brother figure. He realized he had lost track of the conversation when she looked at with those big green eyes and said, "So, what do you think?" John silently cursed himself for drifting off and did the one thing that he knew he would regret; he spoke honestly, 

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention - but did you know you have really beautiful eyes?" 

She then did something unexpected, she scowled. "Hey, are you making fun of me?"

"No no no no," John said with a confused look, "Why would you say that?"

She visibly relaxed, "Oh, my boyfriend does that sometimes when he wants to make me mad. He hates the way my eyes look."

"Ha ha, I'm sure you're just jumping to the wrong conclusions."

"No, he told me that. He did, among other things."

"Like what?" John said with genuine concern. 

"He calls me hypocritical."

"What do you mean, hypocritical?"

"Well, my last boyfriend and I dated for 3 years and we had sex after about the first year and a half. But I've only been going out with Danny for 3 months and he's mad at me because I don't want to rush the relationship."

"What an asshole."

"No, he's really sweet. I just don't feel that way about him."

"What way?"

"Well, i'm just not attracted to him sexually like I am with some people...... like I am with you." John did a double-take. Attracted? What about the infamous BBS? 

"Well, I'm .... uh ..... thank you." 

Just then the teacher announced, "Class dismissed!"

Among all the rustling of bookbags and the screeching of chairs Bethany couldn't hear what John was saying. But she saw the look in his eyes, and it was not one of longing. She swallowed hard- what was she doing anyways, she had a boyfriend and here she was trying to jump this guy next to her. She packed her things in her pack and quickly started towards the door. She looked back and could tell that he wanted to catch up with her to tell her that she had gotten the wrong idea but she didn't think she could handle that right now. He was gaining on her but she was almost to the bathroom where she could hide.

Damn! Why was this girl moving so fast? John was trying his best to catch up with her but she looked like she was completely embarrased by what she had said and that she was sorry but John could not let her leave without telling her how he felt. Just as she was walking through the door to the Girl's bathroom he stopped her. She looked very upset. "Look, I don't know if this is the right thing to do or not but I had to tell you one thing- I'm attracted to you too." John turned and walked away quickly, knowing that she would probably hate him. He quickly ducked into the adjacent men's bathroom that had the OUT OF ORDER sign taped to the door. He found himself staring at the mirror thinking that he'd made a huge mistake. He hung his head.

When John looked up into the mirror he saw Bethany standing there with a huge smile on her face. He turned around and she jumped into his arms and gave him a long, pasionate kiss. Within seconds their backpacks were on the floor and they were kissing each other for dear life. No one in his experience kissed with the need that Bethany did. She had been so lonely for so long and was finally releasing it into one star-stopping kiss.

With a gentle touch he began to lift her shirt above her head. She smiled as the fabric passed her mouth. He was right, the red satin sat elegantly on Bethany's two perfect breasts. He drapped his hands across the fabric and she shivered. Beth couldn't help but shiver, his touch felt so good on her skin. She undid her bra as he kissed his way up from her stomach. His hands found her jeans zipper and with well practiced motions quickly had them on the floor. He stood back to look at her. Her perfect pert breasts were small but they let him no in no uncertain terms that his lips would be appreciated. As he moved in to press them to his mouth he glanced at her navy blue panties. They was a dark spot that none could mistake and as his lips began to gentle suckle her nipples, his fingers were greeted by a warm wetness. He could hear her moans as he began to flick his tongue and his fingers across her sensitive areas.

Bethany knew she was getting close to orgasm and knew that nothing would bring her more pleasure than to just melt into what she knew John would make amazing. Well, almost nothing. She pulled his lips off of her and grabbed his hands gently but firmly. "Not yet," she smiled coyly. John felt his pants being unzipped as Bethany slowly slid down to her knees. Bethany had never been a fan of giving blow jobs but at that moment every once of her wanted him in her mouth. She slowly stared moving her lips over his dick and felt how warm he was to her touch. At that moment her cell phone rang at her knees and she froze, it was Danny's ringtone. At that moment a wickedly pleasurable idea came to her. She smiled at John and started rubbing him with her right hand as she activated the cell phone with her left.

"Danny? Look, I can't really talk, I'm kinda busy now" She said.

"Hey babe, I just wanted to talk to you and it's kinda important."

"Ok, I'll listen but I won't be able to say anything back." This is what she'd wanted all along.

As Danny began to recount the toils of his day to her, she slid John back into her mouth and began to move up and down with a ferocity that she had never experienced while giving a blow job before. As Danny was telling her how much he missed her and wanted to taste her lips, John came in her mouth. Not now, you wouldn't, Bethany thought as John's cum billowed out of her mouth and down her chin. She tried to swallow it all - a practice she had vehemently avoided until now - but there was just so much of it! Every drop was like honey to her as she thought about all the times that asshole Danny had called her a slut. She pulled back and lay down on the floor, her face and chest covered with cum.

John could hear though the phone, "You know what I would really like to do now?"

"What?" Bethany responded as she eyed John's cock. Too soon for him to have sex yet but god she needed it.

"Would you like to try phone sex?" Danny asked.

"Phone sex? Here in the bathroom?" Bethany responded with false incredulity.

"Well, nobody's in there are they?" Danny sounded impatient.

"No. Well.... I guess it's alright."

John smiled broadly and put his face between Bethany's legs. She began to moan as Danny began to tell her about all the things he would do to her to make her scream, but John could tell from the snipits that Danny was probably still a virgin. Bethany screamed her orgasm as John flicked his tongue across her clitoris. Bethany said her good byes to Danny as John was sliding his dick into her. She had tightened up a little bit but nothing could dull the feeling of having someone inside of her once again. As John and Bethany rocked their way to orgasm, everything became perfectly clear to Bethany. While John was finishing releasing his cum deep into her, She breathlessly whispered,

"You know what? Danny will never be with me."



Phone Sex



Ever had one of those days where you wake up and your loins are on fire? Well that was me today. I slept naked and alone. The day was just dawning and I wake from a horny dream.

In my dream I am hiding in a wooded area and I am watching a young blond man swimming in the flowing river. He appears to be naked and the sun reflects the water making his fair skin look perfect and unblemished. He climbs out to sit and drip dry on the river bank. 

I notice his bald sack and smile in appreciation of the view he is offering me as he is unaware of my presence. He lays back to bake in the sunshine. To my surprise he takes his cock in his hand an absently strokes his it slowly to an erect an arousing state. I make a mental note of the size and shape of him and just as I am about to creep forwards for a closer look my alarm sounds and wakes me from my reverie.

Frustrated and aroused I feel the moisture of desire leak onto my thigh as I lay on my side. Helpless with the overwhelming need to cum I place a hand between them and seek out my bud. It is swollen and sensitive I circle and stroke myself but this just fuels the fire.

I need my Norwegian Viking lover; I turn off the alarm and head for the bathroom leisurely cleansing my pussy and breasts in the steam filled room. Reaching for my mobile I text him and invite him over. Unsure if he will be able to visit I decide to masturbate first.

I open my fleshy folds and the warm soapy water rushes inside my love channel and I sigh relaxing deeper in the waters. I place a finger in my hole and finger myself thumb on my clit rubbing and stroking both inside and out. My face flushes and my pelvis goes into convulsion as a familiar rush of pleasure absorbs me.

My mobile phone rings and startles me. I quickly reach for a towel and dry my hands my voice is shaky as I say "hello" it's him! My heart skips a beat and a new surge or blood rushes to my pussy lips making them plump and redder than before.

He detects from my tone that I am excited as he asks me what I'm doing. My face glows hot with embarrassment as he guesses my pastime. Instead of being angry he laughs softly and tells me how he wished he was with me right now. He begins to describe to me how he would please me further telling me to touch myself and cum down the phone for him to hear.

He talks and I play following his instructions I hear his zip being pulled down as he takes his manhood out and joins me in mutual masturbation. We moan and our breathing becomes faster as both of us try to hold out for the other to reach climax. The sounds of each others pleasure is addictive much more fun than playing alone. I imagine his load flying from his erection and splattering my face as….oh my god….I cram 3 fingers up inside myself plunging in deep simulating sex, my fingers banging my clit as I frig harder and deeper faster and closer to orgasm. 

I hear my sexy lover cursing and the sound of his hand slicking over a wet helmet as he gaps and tells me it is almost time. I'm so turned on that I stop fingers buried in me deep my pussy muscles tensing as I wait wanting to match the moment with him. I hear his voice go an octave higher as he reaches the moment of no return and he calls my name softly as we explode together. 

I feel as well as see my fluids squirting into the warm waters mingling and dispersing like a flush of ink from a protective squid. My hand rests on my trimmed mound as I recover from this self induced thrill, my breasts are heaving and droplets of sweat trickle down my chest between my cleavage and over my poker white hot hard nipples (with a little help from my foreign tongued partner) of course!

Who ever said long distance relationships do not work has no imagination! And believe me a little imagination goes a long way. Do I make you curious? Try it! 



Phone Sex: A Guide



I'm an independent contractor for a small phone sex operation that caters to BDSM fantasy. We work differently than most phone sex companies; as some of my tips relate specifically to how I personally work, here's a brief introduction to that process.

Client X, who may or may not have previously completed telephone sessions, calls me directly at home.

I answer my cell phone (or not). I have a voicemail message which gives the details of when I'm generally available, requesting that Client X leave a message with his particulars if it's alright to call him back. If I'm available and have answered the phone, I ask for Client X's name.

Next, I ask Client X whether he is simply placing an inquiry call, or if he plans on setting up a telephone session. Regardless of his answer, I ask him if he has any questions for me before we proceed. Many times, men who haven't seen my pictures on the company's website will ask for a physical description. I keep this brief and try to do the same for any other questions he may have. Generally speaking, I try to keep inquiry calls below three minutes in length; that's the company standard and I'm not making any money at this point. I may bend this rule and chat a bit longer with a regular client who wants to exchange pleasantries before paying for a call. If our kinks and limitations mesh and he's got the credit card handy, we continue. 

I'm a versatile girl when it comes to being a phone slut. I'm a switch in real life and can easily take on the role of either dominant or submissive when on a call. I'm also bisexual and am ok talking about or taking on the role of a male, female or transgendered person. Really, the only things I've bumped into that I'm not comfortable discussing are situations involving children, animals, scat and mutilation or snuff. As an aside, just because those topics bother me doesn't mean that I think it's necessarily wrong for people to fantasize about them. Fantasy is generally healthy and, I think, often keeps people from acting upon their darker fantasies. In any case, I'm fairly easy to work with and most serious inquiries progress to paid calls.

Once the client has given me his payment and billing information, I call his credit card company to obtain an authorization number. This ensures that his balance will cover the cost of the call. I've had situations where these were rejected and I had to call Client X back in order to get the information for a different card. Then I wait to speak to a real live person - this can sometimes take a few minutes. Assuming that I haven't done a previous phone session with Client X, I need to verify all of his personal information to ensure that the caller is actually the credit card holder.

After this process, which can take five to ten minutes, we're good to go. I usually gather any props I may need and a glass of water, along with my phone and charger, and take all of these into my bedroom or office. Barring complications with processing, I call Client X back within ten to fifteen minutes. We now have anywhere from fifteen minutes up to several hours to get to know each other and get him off. For the record, it can be incredibly difficult to time a man's orgasm so that he doesn't end up cutting the call (and my paycheck) short. I earn every penny of what I make.

Now you should have a basic understanding of how this works for me. Let's move on to those things that can make or break a good phone sex encounter. Remember that your PSO (phone sex operator) is likely to sound less enthused if you're grating on her nerves, and you are paying to have a good time (and, assumably, blow your wad).

1. Do be brief when making any unpaid inquiry. Since we don't get anything in return for time spent answering inquiries or processing your payment, we would genuinely appreciate your being brief if you haven't yet paid for your call. We do get pranksters, hang ups and those who try to keep us talking long enough for them to jerk off and squirt. These situations are all incredibly annoying. The shorter the period we spend figuring out whether our kinks and limitations mesh, the happier your PSO will be when she calls you back.

2. Do be polite when the conversation begins. While your fantasies may involve language that would bring a blush to the cheeks of hookers and sailors alike, that does not give you license to be an asshole as soon as you start chatting. PSOs are real people and do have feelings. The start of your conversation should be spent briefly delving a bit deeper into your fantasies and giving your PSO all of the information that she needs in order to successfully help you act out your scenario.

When I am domming on a call, I always clearly mark the beginning of a scene and make sure that my subby boy knows how I expect him to behave. We discuss this beforehand, rather than just jumping straight in. I expect the same courtesy when I am subbing.

3. Don't use sophomoric language. Asking your PSO if you can 'do her in the butt' is going to make her think you're an idiot, I promise. She'll also be stuck stifling giggles while she tries to talk with you. If you need to, practice what you might say to her beforehand. This might sound silly, but you want to be able to talk dirty without laughing or sounding like a confused teenager if you're going to pay two dollars a minute to get off.

Yes, I've actually received calls where a young man asked me if I 'take it in the butt'. Of course, we're talking nothing more than phone slutdom here. Still, I laughed when I hung up after his inquiry.

4. Do be honest. Lying to your PSO isn't going to do either one of you any good. Be upfront and blunt about your fantasies and your desired scenario for this particular call. Beating about the bush is only going to cut into your play time. Besides, if you tell your PSO that you want to be spanked and verbally humiliated, but what you really want is to be castrated, you may run into compatibility issues. Many PSOs simply aren't interested in certain heavier roleplay.

I'm perfectly honest when clients ask questions about me. Many of them have seen actual photographs of me, as well. Aside from the fact that I don't like to be dishonest, I wouldn't want a potential repeat client to stop calling because he caught me in a lie. Every client who has ever asked knows that I am married, live with my husband and have a somewhat open relationship. I expect that same honesty in return; I'm married, so why would I be upset that you're in a relationship? If anything, I applaud you if you have an otherwise healthy marriage but you call me because your wife doesn't understand your kinks. It's much better and safer than going out and screwing around behind her back.

Some guys try to talk with multiple ladies and pretend that they're not doing it. Be aware that, at least in the company I work with, many of the PSOs are friendly with one another. And, while your personal details remain confidential, we do compare notes on who calls us and which scenarios they may enjoy. If we discover that you're lying to us, we're going to have a laugh at your expense.

5. Do speak up. Even if you may be a meek little sissy boy when in play mode, those clients who constantly speak in a whisper are very difficult to work with. Remember that you're wasting money and time if your PSO has to ask you to repeat yourself every other sentence.

And my new number one pet peeve...

6. Don't just hang up when you're done. If you want to just chit chat after you've squirted your load, great! We're still getting paid - we don't mind, I promise. If anything, it's nice when clients treat you like a human being rather than a sex toy. Sure, you've paid for the privilege, but I repeat that parting with your money doesn't give you license to be rude.

I recently had my first hang up cummer. He'd paid for forty five minutes; with ten to spare, he came and hung up. I wasn't sure what had happened, as he simply groaned and then ended the call. A 'thank you' is always appreciated and will almost certainly ensure that she'll be happy to hear from you the next time your number shows up on her caller ID.

My clients pay for calls in blocks of fifteen minutes, starting at half an hour. If they cut the call short with more than fifteen minutes to spare and they've paid for more than the minimum, I finalize their billing at the lower rate. If they have up to fifteen minutes remaining, they're allowed to tack the extra onto a later call. The only other client I've had cut a call short is one of my favorites to recount.

"Oh my god, you're good - you made me cum!" he proclaimed, with just over fifteen minutes left. He thanked me and apologized for finishing himself off so early in the call. He was polite, and I'd be glad to do have another phone session with him.





Phone Sex at the Office



I'm standing in the little conference room at work... talking away on the black phone... my hand has slipped into my pants... down into my panties... 

I'm rubbing my clit as you tell me about how you want to fuck me... I'm so getting ready to cum... I look back at the door... just in case... it seems to be locked...

Talking to you about what I want you to do to me... I am engrossed in my conversation with you... next thing I know, I feel a hand slide from my belly to my breast... underneath my shirt... I am startled... and gasp out. I look over my left shoulder to find you there... cell phone in hand...you slide your hand down to my waist and turn me around... 

As you hang up your phone... so do I.

I kiss you... breathless... needing you... my tongue probing inside your mouth... your tongue caressing mine...tasting mine... your hands are up the back of my shirt... and begin to unfasten my bra... I stop kissing you for a moment and look up... worried about what's about to happen next... or more so... that this is about to happen while I am at work.

"Come on," you say... as your hands work their way to my nipples... I cannot resist... we turn around so that you are leaning on the table. You peel off my blouse... and I turn around to ensure the door is locked... 

When I turn back to you... I can see your cock... hard beneath your pants... your eyes telling me that you want me and that you want me now. 

I reach down and unfasten your pants... unbuckling your belt... and then your top button. I hesitate in lowering your zipper... I want to feel how hard you are before I let you out... My hand slides across your cock... and down underneath so that I can gently touch your balls... I hear you catch your breath... I almost think you are going to explode then and there... which excites the hell out of me... 

I'm dying to tease you... since I have already begun teasing myself... I lean forward and kiss you... my face resting in your hands... I take one of your hands... and carefully and sensually begin sucking on your fingers... taking your finger all the way inside my mouth... rolling my tongue around it... tasting it... I know that you are imagining me doing the same thing on your cock... I suck a bit harder... and suck a bit longer... knowing that you are dying to have your cock sucked.

Instead of taking down your pants... I unbutton mine... drop them to the floor... I slide out of my panties... and stand before you... 

I unzip your pants... and slide your nice hard cock out... so thick... and so throbbing... You scoot your self back on the table... and beckon me closer... 

I kneel on the table... your cock straddling me... my nipples just inches from your face... you begin sucking on them... my hand reaches down and begins stroking your cock... now covered with pre-cum...

Your hands reach behind me and grab my ass... and pull me closer to you... wanting to be inside me... and me wanting you the same... I lower myself onto you... feeling your cock fill me... slowly... feeling every inch of you... MMMMMmmmmmm

Your hands move to my clit... and begin rubbing while I am slowly rocking on your cock. Arching my back so you are sliding in and out of me... feeling you re-entering me on each thrust... my body is about to explode... 

You ask me if I am ready to cum... and tell me that you want to hear me... my breathing increases... I kiss you fiercely to muffle the sounds of my moans... but I am unable to control them... Escaping my mouth... loud sounds... cries... moans... we cummmmm... you at the same time... our bodies... shaking... our mouths trying to keep the sound in...