G-chat Booty Call

We had an odd day off in the middle of the week. Despite D's declaration that he planned to fuck me, we managed to while away the day doing not much of anything at all, for whatever reason.

Evening. I was in another part of the house, done waiting. I looked for him on chat. His name showed the little orange clock next to it, not a bright green dot. I had a feeling he'd hear the ping.

"Are you there?" I typed.

Waited.

"Yep."

"I am very wet."

"I am on my way." I heard him pounding up the stairs.

I lay there in my skinny black ribbed tank top, legs slightly opened, waiting. He shucked his pants and shirt in an instant and pushed between my legs. His hot tongue licked me quickly. I could feel him slide through the lush wetness up from the opening of my pussy to my clit.

"Fuck. You weren't kidding. Why are you so wet?" His fingers were already inside. Two, three, I don't know. He pushed and rubbed. Hard.

"Because I just wrote something filthy about you," I panted.

"Is it OK if I don't let you come?" I groaned my assent. He almost never denies me an orgasm. The delay turned out to be a welcome change.

He moved fast. Much faster than usual. His cock in me, his body pressed on top of me, he fucked me hard and fast, pressing my wrists above my head. We rolled and I took over, palms pressed into his chest as I twisted and ground my hips around him. I felt the orgasm building from the inside, but the rhythmic rubbing of my clit against the root of his cock sent the shockwave through my cunt. And again.

He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me to him, my ass grazing his thighs. He grabbed my calves to his chest and leaned into me. His hands roughly pushed the tank top over my breasts so he could watch them move as he took me harder. The deep stroke of his cock in the furthest reaches of my pussy set off another series of orgasms. I needed him to come.

I began to talk to him.

"I got myself off at work yesterday. Do you want to hear about it?"

His eyes lit up and I swear I felt his cock swell. "Fuck yeah!"

I told him how I'd locked the office door and drew the blinds. Then I slipped my skirt up my thighs and my wet panties down to my knees. For the first time ever my cunt was exposed in my office. I slid down in my chair, propping my feet on the wastebin and with two fingers drew the slick wetness up through my folds and over my clit. I thought about the devastating fuck from the night before as my fingers moved over my clit. And suddenly a rush of adrenaline hit me and I panicked about being caught.

Quick as that I took myself down the hall to the ladies' and found it blissfully empty. I was on the edge, and brought all those fucking beautiful images back to mind. Two fingers inside and two fingers on my clit brought the thigh-shaking orgasm I wanted.

He'd started fucking me in a different rhythm as I breathlessly described my workplace sin. When I was done, he pulled out and started rubbing his cock and stroking my thighs. I lay there underneath him, touching myself as I watched. He shoved deep inside right before he came, collapsing over me as I continued to fuck him through his orgasm to the other side until he stopped shaking.

That was my first ever booty call.

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