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Phone Sex Miracle [part 1 of 2]
By: NoSayQuien (nosayquien@yahoo.com)I love reading internet stories about sex, and they make me so hard and hot that I have to masturbate – just based on the words on the screen. For the last year or more I have taken to staying up late (working) so I could get myself off every night. What’s amazing is that I found someone who loves sex as much as I do, and who can make me come harder than any story.
Bonny, who’s from back East (I’m from the West Coast), sent me an email out of the blue one day, asking if I was the Robert Trout who was in her high school class. Of course, I wasn’t (and I didn’t lie to her and pretend). Turns out that my name was on the web because of a radio show I do on one of our local public stations – Deep Midnight: Bitchin’ and the Blues, which turned up in her Google search.
For whatever reason, I put out a bit of a flirt in answering her back (wish I were, is what I think I said). She was actually quite proper (at least for awhile), but she answered me back, and we started rather frequent email exchanges. I’d just gotten a new Treo phone, which does text messaging, and takes pictures, of course, so when I said she should get one, I was surprised to find that she actually did. The next day, there was a photo of her, and she was really good looking. I reciprocated, and she opined that I was just her type. This seemed untrue to me, since I bet I have twenty years on her, and also it was clear that she has a lot more experience with men than I have with women. But we continued our communications (mostly email, but sometimes with a text message or a photo of some restaurant or some other place that we happened to be visiting).
Still, a month or so into this, nothing too racy, or spicy, as she sometimes called it, took place.
She did start revealing that she was pretty unhappy with her husband (who was obviously fabulously rich), and while I wasn’t unhappy, exactly, with my wife, I can’t say that there was any passion left in my marriage. Throwing caution to the winds, I told her one day (by email) that one of our exchanges was so nice, it was almost like fucking her.
I figured that this would be the end of the dialogue, because while she had been flirty, she always stayed proper (and in fact I had, too). Imagine my surprise when her response back was to tell me that she’d like to have your rock hard dick in my ass, think you could do it? That came by way of a TM during a meeting, and I tented my pants right there (and the tabletop around which our office work group was meeting was made out of glass!)
First my mouth sucking your cute little clit, I TM’d back, and then I told my coworkers that I had a conference call, and had to leave to get on it.
What I really did was to get onto the phone with her, from my office, which is private, with a door that closes, but with a big glass wall, too, out onto the common open space. With my hand inside my pants, I listened to her talk dirty to me, getting hotter every minute:
When can I see you for real? she said. I do want it right up my ass. I love it up my ass. Are you wet? Are you hard? anal corn stories
Well, of course I was!
I’ve got my fingers inside myself. I’m lying on the couch in the front room, she told me; my ki** are just outside on the patio, and you’re going to make me come. Please, please do it to me!
I’d never had phone sex before, but I was so fucking hard, and the pre-cum had made my cock as slick as though it was basted in sesame oil. I can still remember how hard I came, right there in my office, mopping my come up with the ends of my dress shirt, while my eyes bulged and I hid my open pants and come-coated dick behind the desk, hoping no one came in to check on me in the office.
Later on that day, shortly before the end of work, in fact, she sent me a TM asking, what about Monday at 6am your time?
That did turn out to be ok, because my wife is out of the house early to swim laps, and I tend to stay in bed till almost seven. I said, yes, and she called me on the dot.
Oh, I love the way your voice sounds, she said. I want a picture of your cock, too, to get me through the times when I can’t hear you talk to me. What do you like? Would you really like to suck my little clit? Really, or was that just a way to make my panties wet?
No, I said, I really want my mouth on your cunt. So bad! I stare at your pictures on my phone all the time, and imagine myself inside you, going in and out of you so fast. Sucking your cunt. So hard. And I am so hard already. You can get me so hard just by hinting at how great it would be to fuck you.
Just think about putting your prick into me, and now imagine your hands on my waist, on my ass, and put your finger up my butt. Have you ever done that with your wife? Ever butt fucked your wife? Does she like it up her ass, just like I do?
My PJs were covered in my come, and I could hear her high-pitched squeal as she came, too.
This is a real story. It actually happened, just like that.
I can’t tell you how crazy I am about Bonny. I have to see her for real, and we will meet! She says we will. She says that she’s going to book a hotel room at the best hotel in my city, and I’ll take a vacation week from work, and then come in each morning and we will spend the whole day fucking. Then, home for the evening, with no one the wiser; then back to Bonny to fuck her again the next day, too.
It seems too wonderful to be true. But it is true. With my cock so hard and slick, in my own hand. as we breathe hard together on our Treo phones, and send pictures showing off how we are, I don’t know if even the real thing can beat the sex we’re having practically every morning.
I love it so much. The week after the Super Bowl, we’ve already planned it, I’m going to be in her ass!!
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