Phone Sex with Taylor
When my wife filed for divorce, I had to be honest with myself and came to realize our own personal demons were making it impossible to stay together. Unfortunately, her demons had destroyed our sex life for six of our seven years together, so that most of my orgasms came from masturbation to porn in my den while she slept.
As I unpacked my things in my new apartment I decided to try and get out of this rut. I would buy a mountain bike and start getting fit again, so that I could get out there and meet some new women, and hopefully get laid. However, things happened differently than I expected.
It began innocently enough (doesn't it always?) when I found an ad online for an almost new mountain bike at a very good price. I called the number in the listing and the phone was answered by a woman with a smoky-sounding seductive voice. I introduced myself and told her I was calling about the bike. She apologized, telling me the bike had just been sold that morning after a bidding war between two of her neighbors, the winner having not only overpaid, but offered his extra ticket to the Monet exhibit as well. I laughed and told her I was disappointed, but hoped she enjoyed the museum, adding that during my morning run I had seen an advertisement stating the Monet show was sold out. Taylor told me she was also a running fanatic, and asked if we could run together one evening. Aching for any type of companionship I agreed and gave her my number before we hung up.
So, I settled into my new, albeit boring single life, working days, running in the evenings, and releasing all my sexual tension through pornography and phone sex. At thirty seven years old I was horny constantly and with my new found privacy, I now took full advantage of stroking my cock until all hours of the night.
One Thursday night I was lying back on my couch finally getting comfortable after working late. My freshly shaven cock and balls were especially sensitive, and every nerve in my body began to fire in double time as I wrapped my favorite ball spreader around my cock and fastened the snaps. First the largest ring slid around the base of my manhood, then I fitted the next ring to grasp my scrotum. Finally I used the dual testicle rings wrap individually around each of my balls, enjoting that tight feeling as they began to slightly constrict and separate. Held securely where it counts, my ballspreader makes my erection last longer than ever.
Just as my fingers began tracing the head of my cock the phone rang. I reached over and grabbed the phone off the coffee table, almost dropping it as I said hello.
"Hi, um, it's Taylor, do you remember me?"
"Oh yeah, of course, how was the Monet Show" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Incredible, except for the company, I did get dinner and quite a few glasses of wine though, so it was worth it.
I could hear a slight slur in her voice, but it only made her sound sexier. Maybe it was all the testosterone coursing thru my veins, but something caused me to take a blunt approach.
"Something tells me he spent the evening trying to seduce you" I laughed
"That's an understatement. I actually considered it, but I knew I'd never get rid of him. He's not a bad looking guy, just annoying", she replied
We both started laughing and I began to forget about the almost painfully throbbing cock between my legs. Then Taylor snapped me back into reality.
"What are you up to?" she asked sounding very innocent.
"Actually, well, I was in the middle of my own sexual interlude. "
I waited for a reply and was instead met with half a minute of silence.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you, wait a minute, are you alone?
"Yeah, actually I am, long day, long run tonight, and an abundance of testosterone." I said
I heard her sigh, then moan quietly"mmm, well I just crawled into bed, actually I wanted to hear your voice for a minute, it's so deep. I bet it's hot when you cum"
Just hearing her say those words brought a pool of pre cum pouring out of me.
I took a deep breath and held it, then sliding my hand back down my cock I let out a moan.
The conversation had turned so quickly I was almost speechless. I grabbed my bottle of astroglide and let a cold slippery stream coat my cock.
"I really didn't think I could get any harder, but you just did it."
"What did I do?" she asked
"Just hearing you talk about cum, it's making my head spin."
"Well I'm soaked. Can I tell you what I like? It's, well, a little weird."
"Please tell me, now you have my interest piqued."
Taylor hesitated for a moment. Then she very shyly said the magic words.
"I like cum. I mean I really like it, on my face."
This was too much. I knew almost nothing about this woman, including what she looked like, but she had me more than half crazed.
"That's perfect, because I'm imagining you right now, lying on your back, kneeling over your face insane with the anticipation of seeing this huge load covering you."
"That makes me so fucking wet, tell me I'm your cunt! Cover my face with cum! "
"Why do you like cum on your face Taylor, you dirty little cunt?" I asked
"It makes me feel slutty, Oh God, call me a cunt again, call me Taylor cunt! I'm pounding my pussy with my dildo!"
"Keep fucking yourself , you nasty little cunt. I'm kneeling over you, stroking my cock right next to you face, my fingers wrapping around you neck squeezing just hard enough to keep you in place. When I cum I want you to show me how slutty you are, show me the cum in your mouth, don't swallow it, hold it there while I lick the cum from your face and spit it right in your mouth. Because you're my little cunt, my little phone slut, Taylor!"
That was enough to send me over the edge, and as my cock began to spasm, the first shots sailing clear over my head, I heard Taylor moaning her own climax while successive bursts of jizz splashed my face and chest. I had to drop the phone so I wouldn't scream directly into her ear.
It took several minutes for us to recover enough to talk. Taylor gave me a detailed description of how her cunt juices had soaked her sheets, and even better, how easy it was for her to make herself squirt. Just thinking of her laying there, figners playing with strings of my cum, feeding it to herself and using it to making bubbles, made me hard again.
I told her what I was thinking and heard Taylor strumming her wet, sloppy cunt again. "Tell me more, I am your filthy cum-eating cunt, I am your whore!" A stream of abusive filth came from my mouth in a torrent and as I utterred it, my voice came faster and louder and I pumped my tattered cock with my free hand. Now I didn;t care about screaming into the phone. I was in cock-pounding mode and I was taking myself to the mountain top with Taylor along for the ride. I knew she had started to fuck herself furiously with her dildo and both of us were moaning filthy fuck words at the same time as we hit the climax. My head exploded with colours and a huge tsunami of pleasure washed over me. My hear was pumping almost out of my chest and my cock was in its last spasms of the second orgasm. This one I knew would leave me emptied, breathless, limp. Most days I jerked off and ejaculated, but only once a week did I take it to the true orgasm. Why? Because of the emotional emptiness that followed it, I needed the high of the climax but I knew jouissance meant emptying too.
As I lay there spent, I heard Taylor voice back on the phone. "Holy shit, that was intense!" she said. "Are you okay?"
"I will be if you keep talking while I recover. How about you?"
"I'm flattened too, that was the hardest I've cum all year. When I cum this hard, I always feel so lonely after."
"Me too.Let's just be here together on the phone."
After a few minutes Taylor said "Promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Next time we do this is person, but even if it doesn't work out, I want to be your phone sex slut for life!"
"Taylor, you are the nastiest phone cunt I ever met. Consider yourself the cunt of the century."
As I unpacked my things in my new apartment I decided to try and get out of this rut. I would buy a mountain bike and start getting fit again, so that I could get out there and meet some new women, and hopefully get laid. However, things happened differently than I expected.
It began innocently enough (doesn't it always?) when I found an ad online for an almost new mountain bike at a very good price. I called the number in the listing and the phone was answered by a woman with a smoky-sounding seductive voice. I introduced myself and told her I was calling about the bike. She apologized, telling me the bike had just been sold that morning after a bidding war between two of her neighbors, the winner having not only overpaid, but offered his extra ticket to the Monet exhibit as well. I laughed and told her I was disappointed, but hoped she enjoyed the museum, adding that during my morning run I had seen an advertisement stating the Monet show was sold out. Taylor told me she was also a running fanatic, and asked if we could run together one evening. Aching for any type of companionship I agreed and gave her my number before we hung up.
So, I settled into my new, albeit boring single life, working days, running in the evenings, and releasing all my sexual tension through pornography and phone sex. At thirty seven years old I was horny constantly and with my new found privacy, I now took full advantage of stroking my cock until all hours of the night.
One Thursday night I was lying back on my couch finally getting comfortable after working late. My freshly shaven cock and balls were especially sensitive, and every nerve in my body began to fire in double time as I wrapped my favorite ball spreader around my cock and fastened the snaps. First the largest ring slid around the base of my manhood, then I fitted the next ring to grasp my scrotum. Finally I used the dual testicle rings wrap individually around each of my balls, enjoting that tight feeling as they began to slightly constrict and separate. Held securely where it counts, my ballspreader makes my erection last longer than ever.
Just as my fingers began tracing the head of my cock the phone rang. I reached over and grabbed the phone off the coffee table, almost dropping it as I said hello.
"Hi, um, it's Taylor, do you remember me?"
"Oh yeah, of course, how was the Monet Show" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Incredible, except for the company, I did get dinner and quite a few glasses of wine though, so it was worth it.
I could hear a slight slur in her voice, but it only made her sound sexier. Maybe it was all the testosterone coursing thru my veins, but something caused me to take a blunt approach.
"Something tells me he spent the evening trying to seduce you" I laughed
"That's an understatement. I actually considered it, but I knew I'd never get rid of him. He's not a bad looking guy, just annoying", she replied
We both started laughing and I began to forget about the almost painfully throbbing cock between my legs. Then Taylor snapped me back into reality.
"What are you up to?" she asked sounding very innocent.
"Actually, well, I was in the middle of my own sexual interlude. "
I waited for a reply and was instead met with half a minute of silence.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you, wait a minute, are you alone?
"Yeah, actually I am, long day, long run tonight, and an abundance of testosterone." I said
I heard her sigh, then moan quietly"mmm, well I just crawled into bed, actually I wanted to hear your voice for a minute, it's so deep. I bet it's hot when you cum"
Just hearing her say those words brought a pool of pre cum pouring out of me.
I took a deep breath and held it, then sliding my hand back down my cock I let out a moan.
The conversation had turned so quickly I was almost speechless. I grabbed my bottle of astroglide and let a cold slippery stream coat my cock.
"I really didn't think I could get any harder, but you just did it."
"What did I do?" she asked
"Just hearing you talk about cum, it's making my head spin."
"Well I'm soaked. Can I tell you what I like? It's, well, a little weird."
"Please tell me, now you have my interest piqued."
Taylor hesitated for a moment. Then she very shyly said the magic words.
"I like cum. I mean I really like it, on my face."
This was too much. I knew almost nothing about this woman, including what she looked like, but she had me more than half crazed.
"That's perfect, because I'm imagining you right now, lying on your back, kneeling over your face insane with the anticipation of seeing this huge load covering you."
"That makes me so fucking wet, tell me I'm your cunt! Cover my face with cum! "
"Why do you like cum on your face Taylor, you dirty little cunt?" I asked
"It makes me feel slutty, Oh God, call me a cunt again, call me Taylor cunt! I'm pounding my pussy with my dildo!"
"Keep fucking yourself , you nasty little cunt. I'm kneeling over you, stroking my cock right next to you face, my fingers wrapping around you neck squeezing just hard enough to keep you in place. When I cum I want you to show me how slutty you are, show me the cum in your mouth, don't swallow it, hold it there while I lick the cum from your face and spit it right in your mouth. Because you're my little cunt, my little phone slut, Taylor!"
That was enough to send me over the edge, and as my cock began to spasm, the first shots sailing clear over my head, I heard Taylor moaning her own climax while successive bursts of jizz splashed my face and chest. I had to drop the phone so I wouldn't scream directly into her ear.
It took several minutes for us to recover enough to talk. Taylor gave me a detailed description of how her cunt juices had soaked her sheets, and even better, how easy it was for her to make herself squirt. Just thinking of her laying there, figners playing with strings of my cum, feeding it to herself and using it to making bubbles, made me hard again.
I told her what I was thinking and heard Taylor strumming her wet, sloppy cunt again. "Tell me more, I am your filthy cum-eating cunt, I am your whore!" A stream of abusive filth came from my mouth in a torrent and as I utterred it, my voice came faster and louder and I pumped my tattered cock with my free hand. Now I didn;t care about screaming into the phone. I was in cock-pounding mode and I was taking myself to the mountain top with Taylor along for the ride. I knew she had started to fuck herself furiously with her dildo and both of us were moaning filthy fuck words at the same time as we hit the climax. My head exploded with colours and a huge tsunami of pleasure washed over me. My hear was pumping almost out of my chest and my cock was in its last spasms of the second orgasm. This one I knew would leave me emptied, breathless, limp. Most days I jerked off and ejaculated, but only once a week did I take it to the true orgasm. Why? Because of the emotional emptiness that followed it, I needed the high of the climax but I knew jouissance meant emptying too.
As I lay there spent, I heard Taylor voice back on the phone. "Holy shit, that was intense!" she said. "Are you okay?"
"I will be if you keep talking while I recover. How about you?"
"I'm flattened too, that was the hardest I've cum all year. When I cum this hard, I always feel so lonely after."
"Me too.Let's just be here together on the phone."
After a few minutes Taylor said "Promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Next time we do this is person, but even if it doesn't work out, I want to be your phone sex slut for life!"
"Taylor, you are the nastiest phone cunt I ever met. Consider yourself the cunt of the century."
2 年 前
