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He always calls right about now. Nighttime's darkest moment, when only the desperate are awake. Naked under the covers my body aches from use but hums with anticipation. Twenty-one years old, it’s never felt so alive.
Like I knew it would, the phone rings, it’s him. He’s looking for a fix, a little naughtiness before sleep. A thousand miles away, he breathes into my ear, the opening moments of a familiar ritual with a different twist every time.
We met over the summer. Right after I broken up with my college boyfriend. I was inexperienced; he was not. Battered but handsome, he took my fresh-scrubbed sensibility and stained it with a host of perversions. Like a puppy, I learned to obey his commands, follow his lead and keep returning to his side when she hungered for more.
He wanted my pussy clean: I waxed it. I never made myself come: he bought me a vibrator and watched every moment of my first time. A part for a weekend, he told me to stand at the window naked. The workmen below had cheered. He dressed me up, took me to a strip joint and bought me a lap dance. My pussy swelled, though I denied any interest. When I refused him my ass, he broke out a wad of hundred dollar bills and laid them on the kitchen table, one at a time until I said, “yes.” On a trip to New York, he surprised me with a sex club and then fucked me in front of fifty masturbating strangers.
I knew they would never work. He had s*******n years on me. Still, I wanted to keep playing, learning from this master until I would beat him at his game. Tonight, I would give it a try.
“Where have you been?” he wants to know.
“Out with some friends,” my hands slide over my warm breasts.
“Who?”
“Just friends.”
The last of the summer breezes had chased my back to academia, two more years and another degree. With the distance between them, the relationship had devolved to mostly this: late night calls, his dark obsessions and a furtherance of my sexual awakening.
Slightly poisoned by his emotional detachment when I taken me leave of him, I made it my business to find ways to make him miss me. First, I spoiled him as I had my college boyfriend, with gifts, letters and cookies but then I understood what he really wanted and spoiled him with long distance sex. A fantasy world that got increasingly edgy with every late night instalment.
“What did you do?”
“We went to a movie and then a drink.” The finger and thumb of my free hand finds my nipple and though it is sore, I gently pull at it.
There is a pause and I can sense he’s a little unsure. This isn’t how things usually go, I am not telling him I misses him. I wasn’t been locked in the library studying all night.
“Are you naked?” He looks for familiar ground.
“Yes”
“How come? Were you waiting for me?”
“Maybe” I laughs silently in the night. My ambiguity is a departure from the norm, it’s an untapped resource in my game plan. I pulls again on my nipple, twisting it big and hard.
“You’re all I could think about today”
“Oh yeah,” I waits for a second before asking him what he wants to hear, “is your cock in your hand?”
“It is.”
Now, I supposed to play along with a fantasy of his choosing. That’s the way it goes with these calls. He creates a scenario for me, dresses me up then tells me what I should do to him, what he’d do to me. I loves it all but like everyone that’s served a master, I hungered for the upper hand.
“I want you to touch your pussy”
“I don’t know” I teases, “it’s kind of sore.”
“From what?” the breathiness in his voice is gone; it’s clear now and sharp. My opening round is a hit.
“I don’t know it just is,” despite my voiced hesitation, I slips my hand between my thighs and traces a finger over my slick lips.
“Were you fucking your toy?” he wants to know.
“No” I glides two fingers inside myself then draws them out and around my clit. The line is silent; I closes my eyes and enjoys my touch and the memory of the hours before.
“Who were you out with?” There’s an edge to the question, a mix of fear and salacious curiosity.
“Friends, I said”
“You’re not telling me something. You’re supposed to tell me everything.”
“Am I?”
“Yes”
“Are you sure?” I lift my hips for better access to myself.
“Yes” He’s stroking his cock, I can tell by the clipped accent of his words. I take a deep breath and let it out with my admission.
“But I’ve been bad, Sweetie. I’ve been so bad.”
Another pause, I picture him in his apartment. Muscled, naked and hard, his cock in his heavy hand, the phone held up by a shoulder. He’s sitting in his big, leather chair. It’s from where he always calls her. On late summer afternoons, he used to sit in it while I blew him before going out. He was my sex king, ruling over all that I did.
“How were you bad?” He’s a little desperate.
“I can’t tell you”
“Oh, c’mon” he forces a laugh “I like it when you’re bad.”
My fingers are sticky and very wet; I work them in and out and around. He can hear me.
“What are you doing?” Always the commander, the playfulness of his tone doesn’t suit him.
“I’m fucking me”
“That sounds good,” he is convincing once again.
“Mmmm” I am slowly lifting my tight, round butt up to meet my pushing fingers. My muscles are spent and sore.
“Tell me what you did?”
“You sure you want to know?”
“Yes.” His voice is full of anxious breath.
“It makes me want to come just thinking about it.”
“What is it? God, I’m goanna explode.”
“Oh no, no, no, no. Let’s enjoy it together.” This power I had it nice. He’d never give it to me, I had to take it. Just like this.
“Promise you won’t get mad at me…”
“I’m gonna get mad if you don’t tell me”
Trying to slow my build, my hand goes back to the perfect cup of my breasts. I smiles thinking of the response they brought on earlier.
“Are you listening? Hold the phone really close to your ear. I don’t want anyone else to hear this”
“Who the fuck… what is it?” Sex king’s losing his cool.
“I want you to guess”
“You are killing me.” I have him on the ropes; he’s reeling, almost defenceless. I hear it in his question.
“You fucked someone else, is that it?”
Is that anger, a little pain from him? My hands stop for a moment. I waits before answering. Heart pounding and my pussy leaking, what comes next could have unintended consequences.
My voice is soft, “Not someone, sweetie,” a long silence in the night, “two someone’s.”
The air goes out a thousand miles away, a long, ragged sigh. I see him, still holding his cock. What goes through his mind? Jealousy? Lustily? If I am lucky, a little bit of both.
He swallows hard. My fingers and his surprise evoke a little breathiness on my end
“Are you k**ding me?”
Her word is chosen for maximum impact, “Never”
“That’s why you’re sore?”
“Yes but it feels good.”
“God… Tell me, tell me everything.” He’s pumping that cock again I can tell. I am thrilled to turn him on like this.
Once, when we were watching a porno, there was a frantic scene with a very willing girl taking on two guys. He’d asked me if it looked good to me. Still new to his liberated world, I never really answered. But the look in his eyes, had mirrored what I would felt. Though he’d always led the way on their sexual expeditions, this was one I’d imagined worth trying on my own.
“You know how I’ve been working out at this new gym? Well, my trainer said he and his friend were going to the movies and did I want to go? So, I said sure,” my fingers return to their work.
“Did you dress up for them?”
“I wore a mini-skirt, boots and a t-shirt.”
“What about underneath?”
“A lacy bra and g-string”
He loves details. He’s a writer.
“What’d they look like?”
“Big and Strong. My trainer was a track guy at the U, long and lean and his friend played football. He’s black, huge and handsome.”
I can hear the movement of his arm. He is breathing heavily, almost a pant and then it stops. Silence, he’s collecting himself. Her body shudders, reliving the story that’s about to pass my lips. Three men in a night, a year ago I’d never have imagined behaving like this. But a year ago, I hadn’t met him.
“How did it happen?”
“We went to the movies and we sat down, I was on the aisle. But then Jack, my trainer went to get some popcorn and Daryl said I should scoot over. When Jack came back, he gave me the popcorn so we could all reach it. I put the bucket between my legs and it was warm, which kind of turned me on but not as much as them reaching between my legs to get a handful. All through the movie.”
“Did you know going out you were going to fuck them?’
“No. Not at all.”
“How come?”
“Because of you.”
A pause, he laughs softly, “that’s sweet but not really necessary.”
“So, you want me to fuck other guys.” Monogamy is my instinct.
Silence, we should been over this before. He’d made our freedoms quite clear.
“Tell me what happened.”
“After the movies, we went to this bar, near the gym and there was a band. After a couple of drinks, Daryl asked me to dance, then Jack did and then we all just started dancing together.”
“Slow?”
“One, with Daryl.”
“Could you feel his cock?”
My eyes close remembering those first moments when they made contact. He was so big. My hands felt tiny on his back, when he stiffened against my stomach the excitement of it made it hard to breath. Leaning down he’d told me, “We can have some fun tonight.”
“Right? You could feel his cock when you danced?”
My memory of it tickles a smile across my lips, “Yes.”
He grunts in appreciation, “How’d it make you feel?”
“It was scary, kind of but it got me hot.” In the dark of the night, my voice is smaller than I want it to be.
“How did they get you out of there?”
“After that dance with Daryl, Jack said, we should go back to his place.”
“And you were ready to fuck both of them then?”
“No. Not at all. I thought maybe I’d hook up with Daryl but that was it.”
“You wanted to fuck the black guy?”
“Yes”
“Did you feel naughty?”
“Yes”
“Like a slut?”
He was turning it on me I could tell. He always had to control things and now he was putting his large, strong hands on the narrative, making it his story instead of my. I couldn’t let that happen.
“I wanted to be a slut. And when we got to Jack’s place, Daryl started kissing me as soon as we walked in the door and just like that, Jack slipped his hand up my skirt.”
He groans, he likes this. I am fascinated by the memory, in love with my boldness both then and now. On the other end of the line, the tempo of things has picked up. The momentum is mine.
“You like that don’t you? Me pushed between two big men.”
“So fucking much.” His intensity crackles down the line.
“I thought you would, that’s why I did it. That’s why when Jack pulled down my little g-string, I spread my legs so he could get on his knees and lick me from behind.”
“Oh my God” his breath is inconsistent, he’s losing control.
Caught up in the combination of what I am doing in the present and the memory of the immediate past, my fingers complete the physical element of this sexual circuitry, completely connected, my system is close to overloading.
“Do you want to hear more, lover?”
“Yes”
“Are you sure?”
”Yes, are you k**ding me?”
“Hmm good. I like thinking about it.”
“I bet you do, you little slut,” he’s aggressive again.
“Be nice, or I won’t tell you how my big black man ripped my t-shirt off. Ripped it off.”
“Very nice.”
“Yeah, and then he made his buddy stop what he was doing so he could just look at my tits”
“You were standing there with just your mini on?”
“Yes. They just stared at me. It was so saucy, just standing there, knowing I was going to fuck them. I made them take their cocks out and jerk off for me. I was totally in charge.”
“Not like with me.”
“No. Not till now”
He laughs a little not understanding fully.
“Did you suck them off?”
The taste of the two of them swims through me. Like a shot of tequila, it burns its way around my being, the remembrance of my legs shaking as I got down before them, wrapped a hand around each cock and then looking them in the eye, one at a time, taking them into her mouth.
“They tasted so good and God they were big.”
“Bigger than me?”
He leaves himself open; I has to make the most of my shot at control.
“I’m sorry sweetie; I’ve never seen a bigger dick than Daryl’s”
“Fuck!” Through his teeth.
“Does that bother you?”
“No. I love it.”
“So did I”
I am close now, for the fourth time tonight I am ready to come. A thousand miles away, I knows he is too. There’s more I can tell, much more, but I will save some of it for another night. Right now, I won, a final coup de grace and the master will have met his match.
“When I got them nice and hard, they started taking turns on me.” I am breathing so fast now, I has to make this quick. “First Daryl picked me up from behind, put his hands behind my knees and spread my legs wide so Jack could fuck me standing up. Oh baby, it felt so good to have him in me.”
“I’m going to cum”
“Wait, wait, wait. Don’t you want to hear about Daryl? Even after Jack had stuck it to me hard and I was all wet, I could barely get Daryl in. He kept pushing and pushing and Jack was easing me onto it from behind…”
“I’m coming, I can’t stop”
“Oh baby if you could have seen that big fat dick going in me… Oh, it makes me...”
My final thought, vocalized but not articulated, a back-bending, hip vibrating, head twisting punctuation to the long night. On the other end of the line, he’s finished too. A long moan, a sound of completion and just a whisper of defeat.
“Thank you. You really outdid yourself there.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
“I did, I definitely did.”
“Me too”
“But not too much, right?’
I am ready to sleep but not give up my power. It is a thrilling experience to turn the tables on a teacher.
“I don’t know,” I moan. “It was so much fun. Goodnight”.....
Like I knew it would, the phone rings, it’s him. He’s looking for a fix, a little naughtiness before sleep. A thousand miles away, he breathes into my ear, the opening moments of a familiar ritual with a different twist every time.
We met over the summer. Right after I broken up with my college boyfriend. I was inexperienced; he was not. Battered but handsome, he took my fresh-scrubbed sensibility and stained it with a host of perversions. Like a puppy, I learned to obey his commands, follow his lead and keep returning to his side when she hungered for more.
He wanted my pussy clean: I waxed it. I never made myself come: he bought me a vibrator and watched every moment of my first time. A part for a weekend, he told me to stand at the window naked. The workmen below had cheered. He dressed me up, took me to a strip joint and bought me a lap dance. My pussy swelled, though I denied any interest. When I refused him my ass, he broke out a wad of hundred dollar bills and laid them on the kitchen table, one at a time until I said, “yes.” On a trip to New York, he surprised me with a sex club and then fucked me in front of fifty masturbating strangers.
I knew they would never work. He had s*******n years on me. Still, I wanted to keep playing, learning from this master until I would beat him at his game. Tonight, I would give it a try.
“Where have you been?” he wants to know.
“Out with some friends,” my hands slide over my warm breasts.
“Who?”
“Just friends.”
The last of the summer breezes had chased my back to academia, two more years and another degree. With the distance between them, the relationship had devolved to mostly this: late night calls, his dark obsessions and a furtherance of my sexual awakening.
Slightly poisoned by his emotional detachment when I taken me leave of him, I made it my business to find ways to make him miss me. First, I spoiled him as I had my college boyfriend, with gifts, letters and cookies but then I understood what he really wanted and spoiled him with long distance sex. A fantasy world that got increasingly edgy with every late night instalment.
“What did you do?”
“We went to a movie and then a drink.” The finger and thumb of my free hand finds my nipple and though it is sore, I gently pull at it.
There is a pause and I can sense he’s a little unsure. This isn’t how things usually go, I am not telling him I misses him. I wasn’t been locked in the library studying all night.
“Are you naked?” He looks for familiar ground.
“Yes”
“How come? Were you waiting for me?”
“Maybe” I laughs silently in the night. My ambiguity is a departure from the norm, it’s an untapped resource in my game plan. I pulls again on my nipple, twisting it big and hard.
“You’re all I could think about today”
“Oh yeah,” I waits for a second before asking him what he wants to hear, “is your cock in your hand?”
“It is.”
Now, I supposed to play along with a fantasy of his choosing. That’s the way it goes with these calls. He creates a scenario for me, dresses me up then tells me what I should do to him, what he’d do to me. I loves it all but like everyone that’s served a master, I hungered for the upper hand.
“I want you to touch your pussy”
“I don’t know” I teases, “it’s kind of sore.”
“From what?” the breathiness in his voice is gone; it’s clear now and sharp. My opening round is a hit.
“I don’t know it just is,” despite my voiced hesitation, I slips my hand between my thighs and traces a finger over my slick lips.
“Were you fucking your toy?” he wants to know.
“No” I glides two fingers inside myself then draws them out and around my clit. The line is silent; I closes my eyes and enjoys my touch and the memory of the hours before.
“Who were you out with?” There’s an edge to the question, a mix of fear and salacious curiosity.
“Friends, I said”
“You’re not telling me something. You’re supposed to tell me everything.”
“Am I?”
“Yes”
“Are you sure?” I lift my hips for better access to myself.
“Yes” He’s stroking his cock, I can tell by the clipped accent of his words. I take a deep breath and let it out with my admission.
“But I’ve been bad, Sweetie. I’ve been so bad.”
Another pause, I picture him in his apartment. Muscled, naked and hard, his cock in his heavy hand, the phone held up by a shoulder. He’s sitting in his big, leather chair. It’s from where he always calls her. On late summer afternoons, he used to sit in it while I blew him before going out. He was my sex king, ruling over all that I did.
“How were you bad?” He’s a little desperate.
“I can’t tell you”
“Oh, c’mon” he forces a laugh “I like it when you’re bad.”
My fingers are sticky and very wet; I work them in and out and around. He can hear me.
“What are you doing?” Always the commander, the playfulness of his tone doesn’t suit him.
“I’m fucking me”
“That sounds good,” he is convincing once again.
“Mmmm” I am slowly lifting my tight, round butt up to meet my pushing fingers. My muscles are spent and sore.
“Tell me what you did?”
“You sure you want to know?”
“Yes.” His voice is full of anxious breath.
“It makes me want to come just thinking about it.”
“What is it? God, I’m goanna explode.”
“Oh no, no, no, no. Let’s enjoy it together.” This power I had it nice. He’d never give it to me, I had to take it. Just like this.
“Promise you won’t get mad at me…”
“I’m gonna get mad if you don’t tell me”
Trying to slow my build, my hand goes back to the perfect cup of my breasts. I smiles thinking of the response they brought on earlier.
“Are you listening? Hold the phone really close to your ear. I don’t want anyone else to hear this”
“Who the fuck… what is it?” Sex king’s losing his cool.
“I want you to guess”
“You are killing me.” I have him on the ropes; he’s reeling, almost defenceless. I hear it in his question.
“You fucked someone else, is that it?”
Is that anger, a little pain from him? My hands stop for a moment. I waits before answering. Heart pounding and my pussy leaking, what comes next could have unintended consequences.
My voice is soft, “Not someone, sweetie,” a long silence in the night, “two someone’s.”
The air goes out a thousand miles away, a long, ragged sigh. I see him, still holding his cock. What goes through his mind? Jealousy? Lustily? If I am lucky, a little bit of both.
He swallows hard. My fingers and his surprise evoke a little breathiness on my end
“Are you k**ding me?”
Her word is chosen for maximum impact, “Never”
“That’s why you’re sore?”
“Yes but it feels good.”
“God… Tell me, tell me everything.” He’s pumping that cock again I can tell. I am thrilled to turn him on like this.
Once, when we were watching a porno, there was a frantic scene with a very willing girl taking on two guys. He’d asked me if it looked good to me. Still new to his liberated world, I never really answered. But the look in his eyes, had mirrored what I would felt. Though he’d always led the way on their sexual expeditions, this was one I’d imagined worth trying on my own.
“You know how I’ve been working out at this new gym? Well, my trainer said he and his friend were going to the movies and did I want to go? So, I said sure,” my fingers return to their work.
“Did you dress up for them?”
“I wore a mini-skirt, boots and a t-shirt.”
“What about underneath?”
“A lacy bra and g-string”
He loves details. He’s a writer.
“What’d they look like?”
“Big and Strong. My trainer was a track guy at the U, long and lean and his friend played football. He’s black, huge and handsome.”
I can hear the movement of his arm. He is breathing heavily, almost a pant and then it stops. Silence, he’s collecting himself. Her body shudders, reliving the story that’s about to pass my lips. Three men in a night, a year ago I’d never have imagined behaving like this. But a year ago, I hadn’t met him.
“How did it happen?”
“We went to the movies and we sat down, I was on the aisle. But then Jack, my trainer went to get some popcorn and Daryl said I should scoot over. When Jack came back, he gave me the popcorn so we could all reach it. I put the bucket between my legs and it was warm, which kind of turned me on but not as much as them reaching between my legs to get a handful. All through the movie.”
“Did you know going out you were going to fuck them?’
“No. Not at all.”
“How come?”
“Because of you.”
A pause, he laughs softly, “that’s sweet but not really necessary.”
“So, you want me to fuck other guys.” Monogamy is my instinct.
Silence, we should been over this before. He’d made our freedoms quite clear.
“Tell me what happened.”
“After the movies, we went to this bar, near the gym and there was a band. After a couple of drinks, Daryl asked me to dance, then Jack did and then we all just started dancing together.”
“Slow?”
“One, with Daryl.”
“Could you feel his cock?”
My eyes close remembering those first moments when they made contact. He was so big. My hands felt tiny on his back, when he stiffened against my stomach the excitement of it made it hard to breath. Leaning down he’d told me, “We can have some fun tonight.”
“Right? You could feel his cock when you danced?”
My memory of it tickles a smile across my lips, “Yes.”
He grunts in appreciation, “How’d it make you feel?”
“It was scary, kind of but it got me hot.” In the dark of the night, my voice is smaller than I want it to be.
“How did they get you out of there?”
“After that dance with Daryl, Jack said, we should go back to his place.”
“And you were ready to fuck both of them then?”
“No. Not at all. I thought maybe I’d hook up with Daryl but that was it.”
“You wanted to fuck the black guy?”
“Yes”
“Did you feel naughty?”
“Yes”
“Like a slut?”
He was turning it on me I could tell. He always had to control things and now he was putting his large, strong hands on the narrative, making it his story instead of my. I couldn’t let that happen.
“I wanted to be a slut. And when we got to Jack’s place, Daryl started kissing me as soon as we walked in the door and just like that, Jack slipped his hand up my skirt.”
He groans, he likes this. I am fascinated by the memory, in love with my boldness both then and now. On the other end of the line, the tempo of things has picked up. The momentum is mine.
“You like that don’t you? Me pushed between two big men.”
“So fucking much.” His intensity crackles down the line.
“I thought you would, that’s why I did it. That’s why when Jack pulled down my little g-string, I spread my legs so he could get on his knees and lick me from behind.”
“Oh my God” his breath is inconsistent, he’s losing control.
Caught up in the combination of what I am doing in the present and the memory of the immediate past, my fingers complete the physical element of this sexual circuitry, completely connected, my system is close to overloading.
“Do you want to hear more, lover?”
“Yes”
“Are you sure?”
”Yes, are you k**ding me?”
“Hmm good. I like thinking about it.”
“I bet you do, you little slut,” he’s aggressive again.
“Be nice, or I won’t tell you how my big black man ripped my t-shirt off. Ripped it off.”
“Very nice.”
“Yeah, and then he made his buddy stop what he was doing so he could just look at my tits”
“You were standing there with just your mini on?”
“Yes. They just stared at me. It was so saucy, just standing there, knowing I was going to fuck them. I made them take their cocks out and jerk off for me. I was totally in charge.”
“Not like with me.”
“No. Not till now”
He laughs a little not understanding fully.
“Did you suck them off?”
The taste of the two of them swims through me. Like a shot of tequila, it burns its way around my being, the remembrance of my legs shaking as I got down before them, wrapped a hand around each cock and then looking them in the eye, one at a time, taking them into her mouth.
“They tasted so good and God they were big.”
“Bigger than me?”
He leaves himself open; I has to make the most of my shot at control.
“I’m sorry sweetie; I’ve never seen a bigger dick than Daryl’s”
“Fuck!” Through his teeth.
“Does that bother you?”
“No. I love it.”
“So did I”
I am close now, for the fourth time tonight I am ready to come. A thousand miles away, I knows he is too. There’s more I can tell, much more, but I will save some of it for another night. Right now, I won, a final coup de grace and the master will have met his match.
“When I got them nice and hard, they started taking turns on me.” I am breathing so fast now, I has to make this quick. “First Daryl picked me up from behind, put his hands behind my knees and spread my legs wide so Jack could fuck me standing up. Oh baby, it felt so good to have him in me.”
“I’m going to cum”
“Wait, wait, wait. Don’t you want to hear about Daryl? Even after Jack had stuck it to me hard and I was all wet, I could barely get Daryl in. He kept pushing and pushing and Jack was easing me onto it from behind…”
“I’m coming, I can’t stop”
“Oh baby if you could have seen that big fat dick going in me… Oh, it makes me...”
My final thought, vocalized but not articulated, a back-bending, hip vibrating, head twisting punctuation to the long night. On the other end of the line, he’s finished too. A long moan, a sound of completion and just a whisper of defeat.
“Thank you. You really outdid yourself there.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
“I did, I definitely did.”
“Me too”
“But not too much, right?’
I am ready to sleep but not give up my power. It is a thrilling experience to turn the tables on a teacher.
“I don’t know,” I moan. “It was so much fun. Goodnight”.....
Angelica
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