I was given a task: “Get someone off. Words, pictures, no video. Make her come. Tell me who.” Not 10 minutes after I received my task, my phone rang. It was the perfect person to help me complete my task. When I was finished, I let Him know. He wanted details. And so they were provided.
It was odd for my phone to ring so late at night, at least during the week. I looked down at the screen and saw her name. My face lit up and I answered it quickly. “Hi, beautiful!” We talked for a few minutes, she told me she was coming down this weekend, but unfortunately, I wouldn’t be in town. As our conversation slowed, my mind went to the task that I had been given to complete. This was a perfect opportunity to do so. “Do you remember that time that we fucked in the bathroom?” I asked her. There was a pause, and she laughed. “Which time? We kind of had a thing for fucking in bathrooms. Well, actually *you* had a thing for fucking *me* in bathrooms.” It was true. I did. “I couldn’t help it! You always looked so fucking sexy that I couldn’t resist having you right then and right there, no matter where we were. But I’m talking about the time that we weren’t supposed to be fucking in the bathroom. I had a boyfriend. That didn’t allow me to be with girls. And he was sitting at the bar that night with us.”
She knew immediately which night I was talking about, and her voice was less conversational now. Her tone had changed. “I remember. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.” I pressed on. “You looked so amazing that night that I couldn’t resist throwing you against the wall in that stall and just taking you. I knew from the second I kissed you that we weren’t going to leave that bathroom until I’d been inside you.” She was silent, but I could hear her breathing. “And you were soaking wet already by the time I reached my fingers down the front of your jeans.” I took the quiet, breathy, “Yeah,” to mean that it was okay for me to keep going. “I could feel your wetness through your underwear, and could smell your pussy as you got more and more turned on. All I had to do was find your clit through your panties for a few seconds before you whispered into my ear, ‘Please. Please fuck me.’ And I did.” I heard the faintest of moans and noticed that her breathing had quickened. “Do you want me to keep talking to you, baby?” Her answer was barely audible. “Yes.” “I’m only going to keep going if you promise to make yourself come for me. You’re already touching yourself. I can tell. And it’s hot.”
Her voice got louder again. “How did you know I was…” and drifted off. “Sweetie, I’ve fucked you a million times. I know what you sound like when your being touched. I’m going to keep going, okay? But I’m going to tell you what I would do to you if you were with me right now.” She sighed what sounded like a contented sigh, and I knew that meant that her fingers had again found their way between her legs. She distractedly mumbled, “I *wish* I was with you right now.” “I know you do, beautiful. And if you were, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. I’d start by kissing your beautiful pink lips, finding your tongue with mine, and letting our mouths melt together. I’d kiss my way down your neck, to your beautiful tits…” She was, again, barely audible. “You love my tits.” “I *do* love your tits, sweetie. They’re absolutely perfect. And I’d take one of those beautiful pink nipples into my mouth, circling it with my tongue and biting it softly while I twisted the other one between my fingers.” She moaned, audibly, for the first time. “Do you like that, baby?” “Yes,” came her breathy response. I continued. “And then I would switch, taking the other nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting it while the one that was just in my mouth was being pinched by my fingers. Tell me how you’re touching yourself right now, baby.” “I’m pinching and twisting both my nipples between my fingers, and pretending that you’re doing it to me.”
“Okay, good. I would move back up to your mouth, kissing you harder this time and biting your bottom lip. Hard. And again, harder. My hand would find the back of your head and pull slightly on your hair. Just enough for you to feel the tug.” There was another small moan, but her breathing had become very shallow, and little noises that sounded almost like whimpers were coming from her. I knew what those noises meant. She wanted to be fucked. She always whimpers when she’s turned on to the point that she *needs* to be taken. “My mouth would once again find your nipples, and my teeth would sink in harder. You’d feel it in your clit. And my hand would reach for your wet pussy. I know it’s wet because I can smell it. Tell me how wet you are right now, baby.” She moaned and said, “Very, very wet.” “So when my two fingers slipped inside you, they’d slide right in? And they’d be covered in your cunt juice when they slowly started fucking you? And as they curved upwards to find that spot that makes you shake?” She was breathing harder and faster now, and I could hear her small little moans becoming more frequent. “Are you fucking yourself for me?” “Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Please don’t stop fucking me.”
“My mouth is still firmly on one of your nipples, while two of my fingers fuck your pussy and my thumb circles your clit. I’m going to slip a third finger in. I know you can take it, because you’ve opened up and taken my fist before. My third finger goes in with no problem. You’re thrusting against my hand and your pussy is clenching my fingers. I know that if I keep moving my fingers like this that you’re going to come for me. Your nipple is rock hard in my mouth, and I bite it again, even harder this time.” I heard her moan, low and long. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you?” She wasn’t really speaking at this point, just moaning and whimpering, and she managed to whine out something that sounded like, “Mm hm.” “But you’re not going to come yet. This isn’t how I want you to come. You’re going to keep fucking your pussy for me, and I’m going to slowly slide one, then two fingers into your ass.” It was then that I heard the first loud, very audible moan. “And once I’ve started fucking your ass, my other hand is going to be around your throat.” Another very loud, very audible moan. “Is that what you want, baby?” “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”
I could tell by the pace of her breathing and the noises she was making (they change as she gets closer to getting off) that she was getting close to coming. “Good. Keep fucking yourself for me, and I’m going to keep my hand around your throat, tightening it, so you start to feel the pressure. And I’m still going to be fucking your ass, and I’m going to take one of your rock hard nipples back into my mouth. Your ass has completely opened up for me. I think that you can take a third finger in that ass.” And then I heard the beginning of her orgasm. She was moaning loudly, whimpering, and whining in the high pitch that she takes on when she’s getting off. “Oh, fuck yeah baby. Come for me while I’m fucking your ass and choking you. Just like that, beautiful.” I heard her peak with a squeal and then the pace of her moans began to slow, and there were more whimpers than anything. “Sweetie, that was beautiful.” I heard her sigh, and when she finally spoke up, she sounded drunk. “I miss you, my love.”
And I smiled. “I miss you too, gorgeous.” “Oh! And thank you! That was awesome!” She didn’t need to thank me. I’d gladly listen to her come for me any time she wanted.
His response? “I just said “holy fuck” out loud in the middle of the coffee shop.”
I think he approves.