“I understand, sir,” comes her response. Her voice is soft. It’s not so sultry. It’s more real.
“Good,” I say, unbuckling my pants and pushing them down. “Now, tell me the truth. Did you fuck him?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies. “Yes, I fucked him.”
“Did you cum?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” I say, not sure why I’m getting off to this, but I’m unwilling to fucking stop. “Are you touching yourself now?”
Again, she responds without shame. “Yes, sir.”
“I want you to stop, Misty,” I say to her. I hear a whimper on the other end of the line. It sounds of disappointment. But I’m too far gone. My mind is in a haze of lust and it’s not controlling anything I say or do at this point.
“Look south, towards downtown, Misty,” I tell her.
“I am, sir,” she replies. “My apartment faces downtown.”
“Do you see the spires of the city?” I ask. “Imagine the biggest one is my cock. Imagine my giant cock going inside of you. In and out. Fucking you.”
I hear her moan.
“Can I touch myself, sir?” she asks, a bit breathlessly.
Jesus fuck. My cock is rock hard as I say, “No, not yet. Are you staring downtown?”
“Yes, sir. Why am I staring out the window?” she asks.
“Because what you see outside your window represents the highlight of human achievement, Misty,” I say to her. I’m not fucking lying, but I’m not sure why I’m telling her this. “When I was a kid in the city, my Dad would take me every Sunday to the Empire State Building so we could look out on the skyline. He would tell me that as long as I was willing to work hard, those buildings represented the idea that I could do anything.”
“That’s sweet,” Misty says.
Fuck. Her name is Ashley. I can’t forget that. I’m starting to think of her as Misty… as my Kitten. This is fucking dangerous.
“Fuck sweet,” I tell her harshly, scared at how much I’ve given away. “I want you to picture my cock, Kitten.”
“Yes, master,” she says and now I’m just completely hooked. Where the fuck did she get that in her head to call me master? “Is it hard, sir?”
I grunt, my hand working my cock. “It’s veiny, thick, throbbing…” I start but Ashley interrupts me.
“Can I put my mouth on it, master?” she asks. “Can I run my tongue over the tip?”
Fucking Christ.
“Can I run my tongue up and down the shaft, sir?” she asks with a sweeter voice and my body shudders. “Can I spit on it and then smear it over your big, throbbing head?”
I can’t take any more, but she’s not done.
“Can I lick the precum that’s coming out with my tongue? And then can I jerk your cock while you watch me?”
I can’t answer. I’m too far into this fucked up world. I’m past the point of no return.
Can I put my finger on your slit and smear that precum across the head of your cock, master?” she asks me sweetly.
“I’m going to cum,” I manage to get out.
“I still have my bra on because you wanted me to keep it on, do you want to cum on my tits?” Ashley asks. “My big, soft, firm, tits,” she adds for emphasis.