| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: Phone Tease (1/12) |
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"Hello?" he said more than asked as he picked up the phone. "Hey baby," the sultry female voice replied, "What're you doing?" He leaned back in his chair and extended his legs. Crossing his ankles, he chuckled into the phone. "I'm at work, working," he said. "Mmm… too bad," she purred. His curiosity piqued, he asked, "Oh? Why? What are you doing?" "I'm sitting here in my office," she teased in her whispering sultry voice. He turned his head to look out of his office door. He noticed his secretary had already gone to lunch and hardly anyone walked by. "What are you doing sitting in your office?" he asked. He heard some sort of movement as she answered. "Well, I'm pulling off my panties now." He sat up straight, pushing the phone closer to his ear. "What are you wearing?" he asked, trying to visualize her. "Less than before," she laughed, "Well, let's see. I'm wearing my silk shirt, a nice short skirt and a pair of heels." "What else?" he asked, feeling his blood flow with excitement. "Why nothing else, of course." His eyebrows rose as he asked next, "Nothing else?" "I was wearing a bra before I took it off as I dialed your number." "Where is the bra now?" he asked, thinking furiously for something to say. "It's in my desk drawer." she asked, a slight tone of amusement sneaking in. "Where would you like me to put my used pair of panties?" she teased. "Oh, save that for me, baby," he found himself saying, in an almost husky voice. "Mmm, you like that?" "Yes, very much." "You know what else you'd like?" Again, she purred as she asked. "What else?" he answered, wishing he had closed his office door. "I'm stroking my pussy," she said. "How are you stroking yourself?" "I'm using two fingers. I'm sliding them along the center of my pussy." "Mmm. Sounds really good." "It feels really good. You know what else?" she asked. He found himself leaning forward as she asked the question. His elbow on his desk while his right hand held the phone to his ear. His left hand rested on his lap. "I'm stroking my pussy with my two fingers, imagining it was your cock." "I wish it was my cock," he replied honestly. "I could feel your cock stroking the entrance to my pussy. Almost entering, but not quite,” she continued. "Babe?" "Yes?" he asked. "Are you hard?" He closed his eyes. Yes, of course he was. Who wouldn't be? He could just imagine her, sitting there in her office. Her panties off, her skirt hiked up. He could almost see her fingers moving along the folds of her vagina. "Yes, more hard than I could imagine from a phone call." "Good. Because now I'm moving my fingers in to my pussy slightly," she said. "I want to feel your cock doing it to me." "Oh believe me, babe, I want to be doing it," he said earnestly. "Mmm. You are. My fingers, sliding to my knuckles. Mmm.. I can hardly stop myself from moving." "Yes, move your fingers for me. Move them deeper into you," he instructed. He imagined her there, legs spread. He could almost smell her excitement. He could definitely feel her moving her fingers. "Mmm… yeah, is this deep enough?" she asked. |
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Damn!
