“Hmm… Your hand is running up my legs, closer to my wet pussy,” I was saying into the phone in my ears.
I had not seen my boyfriend, Sunday, for six months since I started working as a maid for my boss. Sometimes, whenever I felt lonely, I called him and our conversation usually moves on to naughtier topics in no time.
“Yes baby, I am pulling down your panties now, you are so wet for me,” he said.
“fuck, I want you! I want you to take me now! My finger is sliding in and out of my wet cunt. I wish it was you,” I said as I began to pant.
He groaned, “I wish my hard dick was sliding into you right now too. How many fingers are in your pussy, baby?”
I slid two fingers in, so deeply and so sweetly, feeling my walls throb around them. “Two, my love, I have two fingers up my cunt.”
He kept on filling my ears with erotic words and soon I had three fingers pumping in and out of my cunt.
“fuck! fuck! Yes! My love! Yes, I’m coming,” I said as I felt the pressure build in me, craving release.
In seconds, I was bucking against my hand and squirting my juice all over myself.
After I hung up the phone, I laid there, exhausted and still craving more. This was the thing with phone sex:’. I often came but it always leaves me wanting more.
I heard a knock on the door.
I hurriedly covered my naked self with my wrapper and the door opened. My boss walked in quietly.
“So this is what you do with your spare time? Saying nasty things to your boyfriend?” He said. His voice sounded stern but his eyes twinkled with mischief.
“No sir,” I responded.
“I was out there, listening to you for the last thirty minutes. I heard you moaning for his dick like a common slut. Is that what you are?”
I was feeling nervous now. “N..no sir.”
“Show you w..what?”
“You said you came. You said your hand was filled with your cum. I want you to show me,” he said, advancing towards me.
I was unable to move. He came to me and dragged the wrapper of me. He took in my naked body and his eyes ran down my boobs to my pussy.
He put one hand between my legs which I had clenched together and separated them.
“Hmm, you were not lying,” he whispered, gently placing his hand on the wetness on the bed.
He then slowly slid his finger into my cunt. “You are still wet,” he said. “Do you want more?”
I did not know what to say. I really did but I was not sure what his game plan was.
He slid his index finger in and out of my cunt. I tried to hold back but soon I was moaning. He then pushed another finger in, filling me even better. Soon, three fingers were stroking me and he pushed up his hand to move it against my clit.
I could no longer pretend not to enjoy it. I was moving my hips desperately to fuck those hands. He smiled, watching me jerk my hips up and down as arousal overtook me. He went on and on and I was soon quaking, cumming in his hand.
“Is that enough,” he asked me.
I shook my head. No more pretence, I wanted a d.!ck so bad I was willing to beg.
He moved to settle between my legs and pulled down his pyjama trouser to release his C@.ck. I wanted to die with excitement. It was big, exactly what I needed.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes, s…sir,” I replied.
He stroked the length of his hardness. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I watched him.
“Please sir, this is what I want,” I asked again, hoping he takes me soon.
He moved his cock so it was in my entrance.
“Ask me again,” he said.
“Please, Oh please sir. I need that cock in my pussy, please.”
“So you admit you are a common, horny whore.”
“Yes sir, I will be anything you want. I can be your whore. Just take me, sir, please.” I was panting hungrily as I felt him play around in my entrance.
Finally, and gloriously, he entered me. It was filling me exactly how I hoped it would. My pussy was clenching tightly against him as he entered me and began to move.
“Oh God, oh yes, yes sir, fuck me,” I moaned.
He did, thrusting in and out of me harder. In no time at all, I was moving my hips towards him, craving more and more until I came. It was different this time, better, when I came with a cock fucking me so well.
I looked down to see that his cock was coated with my cum as he kept sliding in and out. I threw my head back, grabbed my bo0bs and moaned as he kept taking me roughly.
He was panting now too as he entered in and out of my pussy, driving me insane until, after a few sharp thrusts, he grunted and shot his load into me.
He laid on top of me for a while. I enjoyed that. It had been a while a man laid on top of me like that.
“Can we do this again tomorrow, sir?”
He brought up his head to look at me curiously.
“You want to be my dirty whore every day?”
He smiled and got up. He pulled up his trousers and as he headed out, looked back to me and said, “see you tomorrow.
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This article was first published on September 17, 2016 by madailygist.com