Phone Sex, My First Time.
"Mmm," he sighed, "that sounds nice."
Jean, his guest snapped her head in his direction with questioning eyes. "Sorry, what was that Martin?"
He smiled at her and after a moment her gaze softened and then dropped.
"Once the water had rinsed the soap away I lifted one of my tits, and put my nipple in my mouth and sucked hard on it just like I suck on your delectable cock."
Back at his desk Martin began to squirm about in his seat as he felt his prick stiffen.
"No problems I hope?" Jean asked.
"Sorry, will you bear with me? quite an important call, make yourself comfortable and have a coffee or something."
"Yes, a coffee would be great."
"If you have other people to see I will understand, and we can always reschedule." hoping she did have other business to attend to.
"No, that's fine, I'll have a drink and look through these papers if that's alright with you?"
"yes, that's fine, I shouldn't be too long."
"Did you nearly get caught being horny, I bet it's really hard now isn't it?"
"It is indeed, do carry on with the agenda."
"Well as I was saying, I sucked on my nipples, then traced my hand down over my belly to my freshly shaven mound and popped my fingers into my sopping wet pussy..."
Martin sat at his desk and slowly and very quietly pulled down his zipper so as he could free his aching prick, he looked down at his angry purple helmet straining over the top of his shorts twitching and demanding his attention, and as he listened to his wifes exploits of that morning began massaging his shaft up and down.
".....Dipped my fingers in my cream and rubbed it into my aching clit, as I imagined my fingers were your tongue licking round and round my little nub and up and down my slit."
Martin pushed his seat back a bit to make himself more comfortable, his hand movements were beginning to quicken in pace, and checking out his guest he reached his other hand down to play with his balls.
"...I engulfed a finger and this time it was your tongue buried deep inside me, fucking me like a minature cock."
Taking yet another look at his guest he chanced on saying "Only a few strokes left now."
immediately after he had said it he felt guilty and looked to see if he had been heard, but no she was heavily into her reading.
sighing with relief but also with a wanting to be caught he continued to wank.
"My fuck sauce was leaking out of me and running down my thighs, wished you were there to drink, but you weren't so I took hold of my novelty willy back scrubber, opened myself up, slowly slid it in and pumped it in and out of me."
That was it, he was going to come and nothing was going to stop him, down to the roughness of his open zipper on his hand and up to the smooth taught skin of his head, he felt his balls tighten, as his come started to rise up his cock, ready to be unleashed finally.
"... I fucked myself silly with the scrubber, and with my finger still circling my button I leant back against the wall as you filled me with your hot meat until I screamed myself into a body trembling climax!"
"Indeed, and that's exactly what I am going to do very soon."
"Is she still there?"
"Yes, but it's still going to happen."
"Oh yes my love, come for me, now right now!"
"Yes I believe I will."
Martin was highly excited, here he was wanking himself under his desk as he listened to his wife talk dirty to him, not three feet away from his collegue who was reading on the other side of that same desk.
"If only I was with you now, laid upon the table with my legs spread wide waiting for you to fill me up with hot spunk..."
He tensed and jerked his cock up and down with break neck speed until he felt his come erupt violently onto his hands and chair.
"Have you come yet?" I asked.
"Well it has happened and nothing can be done about it now."
"Have you come all over yourself? bet you wish I was there hiding under your desk, mouth open, waiting...."
"Yes I have."
"Now I want you to tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me that you have just come."
"It's not quite possible at the moment, but I can tell you that I did indeed release it."
"Tell me, I want to hear you say it."
"OK then, and in a barely audible voice, "I've come all over my hand and chair."
As he said it he looked over to his guest but she was still heavily into her reading and seemed totaly oblivious to what had been going on.
Then without warning she hung up, no goodbyes or nothing and he was left with a silent telephone line and a spent dick.
He was speechless, he could not have talked to anyone now if he tried, he was completely bewildered, in a daze he grabbed a tissue from the box on his desk and cleaned himself up as best as he could, tucked himself in and zipped his fly.
"Is everything alright?" Jean asked.
"Yes, yes everything is fine, thank you."
"It's just that you look terribly flushed, as if you have a fever or something."
"No, I feel wonderful - must be the heating.
"It's not on, they still haven't fixed the damn thing yet."
"Are you sure, it's awfully hot in here, would you mind opening the window please?"
As Jean turned away from him to open the window, Martin smiled and began to sort himself out before disappearing out to the toilet.
He returned a few minutes later with a certain ammount of composure, "Sorry about that, now where were we?"
I laid upon my bed wickedly pleased with myself, well can you blame me?