exoticeva: It had started as a fun exchange. She had said she needed to go home after work and relax
exoticeva: It had started as a fun exchange. She had said she needed to go home after work and relax. He had offered to help. Unfortunately he was away for work and she had sighed a little wistfully as she thought about how much she wished he could help her relax. The next message was almost terse, shifting the mood abruptly. *I want you to strip as soon as you get home. Leave your garter belt, stockings and heels on. Go upstairs and wait in front of the mirror. Text me when you’re in position.* Her reaction was visceral - a tight clench of the muscles low in her belly, a trickle of moisture dampening her panties. She could hear his low, even voice in her head, the calm, almost dispassionate way he spoke always heightening her arousal. She moved through the rest of her day distracted, consumed by thoughts of what he wanted from her. The throbbing low in her belly forcing her to squirm in her chair. She raced home after work, flinging her clothes off with no regard for where they fell. She texted him as soon as her knees hit the floor. Her phone rang thirty seconds later. “H-hello?” “Hello Baby.” “Hello Sir. How are you?” “I’m good thank you for asking sweetheart. More to the point, how are you?” “I’m fine Sir.” “Fine? So you don’t need anything from me? I have a lot of work to do if you’re fine.” “NO!” She practically shouted her response, terrified he’d hang up. “No, no Sir. I meant..I’m, fuck….Sir, I’m..not fine. I ache. Please Sir.” “Please what little girl?” his tone hardened as he bit out the question. “Please..please tell me what you want me to do. Please.” There was a pause during which she held her breath. Fuck he couldn’t leave her hanging like this…except he could. And he would, she knew, if he was really displeased. “Are you wet?” “Oh, God. Yesssss. Yes Sir. I’ve been wet since you texted me earlier.” “Good. Touch yourself. Just one finger. Slide it along my little cunt.” She couldn’t stop the whimper when she did as he said. Her finger slid easily along her soaked, swollen cunt. “Beg me little girl. Beg me to let you touch my pussy.” Her clit throbbed at the reminders of his ownership. Part of her burned with shame at being made to beg, but the rest of her was filled with heat as she did it. “Oh fuck. Please. Please sir. Please let me touch your pussy. Pleeeaaaseeee.” “You beg so prettily pet. So very needy and greedy, aren’t you? Very well. Put the phone on speaker and put it down. Close by, I want to hear every fucking noise you make. Rub that hard little clit of yours, but nothing else.” A moan escaped her as she slid her hand down and started rubbing her aching clit. Of their own volition her hips moved in tandem, arching up for the relief she hoped was coming. Her breath panted out of her as the pleasure built. “Look at yourself. Look at what a little whore you are for me. Imagine I’m standing behind you, watching.Seeing your eyes get big and glassy, that pretty mouth open, just begging for my kiss. Imagine what I’m going to do to you when I get home. Rub harder baby. I’m going to give you a very short window and if you don’t cum when I say, you’re not getting another chance until tomorrow…” -- source link