Alone in my room, with the lights turned down low, I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers between my thighs, feeling the warm heat oozing from there.
“Hmmmm… I can feel your playful fingers running up my legs, closer home to my bog-wet pussy,” I was moaning into the phone in a call with my boyfriend, Lanre.
It’s been five long months since last I saw him due to work I started as a maid to my boss. Distance was a great snag, I could only think of reaching him by phone. It was hell.
Oftentimes, when I felt lonely and missed him bad, I called him to vent my frustrations which always altogether anticlimaxed in naughty nothings before long.
“Yes babe, I am taking down your fragrant panties now, drenched with the scent of your wetness, as I squeeze the juices out of them with my nose,” he said.
“Fuck, I want you, I want you to take me now. My finger is sliding in and out of my wet cunt. I wish you were here. I need that huge cock of yours in me right now,” I panted as I began to sweat with want.
I could hear him moan on the other end the call, “I wish my hard dick was sliding into you right now babe. How many fingers do you got in that wet pussy for me, honey?”
I slid two fingers in, so deeply and so sweetly, feeling my walls throb around them. “Two, my love, I have two fingers up in my fuckhole.”
Late was the greatest at this. He knew how to be naughty with words, and words also, like willing abettors, were naughty with him, and crept in their throngs to his altar to serve his naughty whims. He kept on stuffing my ears with erotics and soon I had three fingers pumping in and out of my cunt.
“Fuck! Fuck! Yes! My love! Yes, I’m cumming,” I was a tad screaming as I felt the pressure build up in me, crying release. In no time at all, I was bucking against my hand and squirting my juice all over the bed.
At length, we hung up the phone, and I laid in the bed there quite exhausted, but far from being satisfied. This was the thing with phone sex. Even when I came, there came with coming a want for more, and left me more frustrated than before.
Then a knock came on the door.
I swiftly covered my naked flesh with a short wrapper and, before I got up to get it, the door opened and my boss walked in quietly like a ghost from the past. I didn’t realise I hadn’t bolted the door sure.
“So this is what you do with your spare time eh? Saying nasty things to your men on the phone?” He said.
His voice was laden with rebuke but his eyes gave mischief away.
“No sir,” I responded.
“I’d been out there all this time, listening to you talk unbelievable dirt to a man over the phone. I heard you moaning for his dick like a starved whore. I didn’t think you for the sort, you know.”
I was feeling nervous now. “Um… I not the sort sir. That was my boyfriend, Lanre.”
“Show you w..what?”
“You said you came. You said your hand was filled with your cum. I want you to show me,” he requested, advancing toward me. I was losing breath quick. I could not move, as though pinioned to my bed down. He came to me and snatched the wrapper off me. He ogled my naked flesh and licked his lips as his lustful eyes ran down from my boobs to my still-wet love-folds.
He put one strong hand between my thighs which I had clenched together and separated them.
“Hmm, you were not lying,” he whispered devilishly, gently placing his hand on the wetness on the bed.
He then slowly slid his finger into my cunt. “You are still wet,” he said. “Looks to me as though you are still consumed with gaping want.”
I did not know what to say. I really did want more but was not sure what his game was. This was my boss.
He slid two fingers in and out of my cunt and started storming like mad. I tried to hold back but soon I began gasping some moans. He then pushed one more finger in, to make three, as to fill me better yet. His three fingers were stroking me roughly with his palm slapping against my clit. This was too much. I no longer could mask my enjoyment of it. My head was in’s spin as I started moving my hips desperately to fuck his hand. He smiled, watching me jerk my hips up and down as the ecstasy got the better of my senses. He went on and on and I was soon shuddering, cumming hard in his hand and wetting the bed once again.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked me mischievously, knowing my need for a cock was yet urgent, and to be answered in selfsame key.
I shook my head like a naughty child. No more tricks, I wanted a dick so bad I could just about beg or die.
He moved to settle between my spread legs and pulled down his pyjama trouser to unleash his cock. And yes, it was so humongous I was ready to die with the wild excitement it aroused in me. I felt a rush to my brain, and the instant impact almost ran me mad. This was a tad bit more than I needed. More than glorious.
“Is this what you want?”
“Y…yes, s…sir, with all my heart, s…sir.” I fumbled a shaky but sure reply. He stroked the massive length of his shaft. I salivated just witnessing this enticing spectacle.
“Please sir, this is what I want,” I said with more confidence and desperation.
He moved his cock so it was in my entrance.
“I like to hear you say that again,” he said.
“Please, Oh please sir. I need that cock in my pussy, please. My dripping can’t aches for cock, sir.”
“I think am gonna make you my whore.”
“Sir, I will be anything you want. I can be your whore. Just fuck me, sir, with that huge cock, please.” I was
dribbling hungrily as I felt him play around in my entrance.
Finally, he entered me in grand fashion. It was filling me exactly how I hoped it would. My pussy walls were clenching tightly against him as he
entered me and began to move.
“Oh God, oh yes, yes sir, fuck me,” I moaned.
He did, thrusting in and out of me harder and harder. In no time at all, I was moving my hips towards him,
craving more and more until I came hard again. It was different this time, better, when I came with a cock fucking me so well.
I looked down to see that his mammoth cock was coated with my cum as he kept sliding in and out. I threw my head back, grabbed my boobs and moaned as he maintained roughly banging me.
He was panting now too as he entered in and out of my deep cunt, driving me insane until, after a few sharp thrusts, he grunted and shot his load into me.
He laid on top of me for a while. I enjoyed that. It had been a great while since a man laid on top of me that way.
“Can we do this again tomorrow, sir?”
He looked up at me somewhat surprised that had passed my lips.
“You really want to have this cock every other day and be my bitch?
“Yes, sir. I want nothing more. I swear it!”
He smiled and got up, pulled up his trousers and as he headed out my room, looked back to me and said, “Tomorrow it is, and all tomorrows after that.”
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