"Oh, god I'm ready for you King Henry. My pussy is throbbing for you—fuck it's so wet."
“Do you have any toys you use to play with yourself?” I ask.
There’s a pause. “Yes, King Henry,” she replies.
“Good,” I say. “Go get it.”
There’s a rustling and I can hear the phone being put down. She’s obedient. That’s what being horny does to her.
A minute later, she’s back.
“I have it, King Henry,” she says.
“Good, describe it, Kitten,” I tell her.
She gasps. “It’s a footlong dildo, its black, and it’s ribbed, King Henry,” she says to me.
“Close your eyes because that’s now my cock in your hands, Kitten,” I tell her and I can just see her laying down with the sex toy.
“Yes, King,” Ashley says.
"Good, now I want you to glide my cock into you. Grab it like it's the last cock on earth."
"Oh god, you're cock is so big King Henry… I'm—I'm gliding it deep, really deep in—inside of me, and I can barely—"
But before she can finish her sentence, I can hear every muscle in her body spasm and I know she's coming. I stroke my cock faster and faster, and then with my eyes clenched shut, ropes of cum erupt from cock. I don't give a shit about anything around me—the driver, or otherwise, and I continue to come. When I finally open my eyes, I realize it's all over my suit pants. I don't wait for Ashley to say another word, and I hang up our call.
I can hardly believe that just happened. I take off my suit jacket and hold it in front of me. That's all I need is for the doorman at One57 to catch a glance at the stain on my pants. He's never say anything, but still. Just then, the cab pulls up to my apartment. I pay the fare, and quickly get out of the car, and then I feel it. My phone is vibrating in my pants pocket with an incoming text message. I quickly take it out and read it. It's from Ashley, "OK, maybe you're right. Let's meet up later."
I can't help but smile at the small victory. See, I told you. I don't take no for an answer; I always get what I want.
Ashley
I knock on his door, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait for a response. Sure, I could've pressed the electric doorbell, but what the hell? I’ve always been a little old fashioned. It doesn’t take long: a few seconds after my first knock I hear footsteps from the other side. I take a deep breath to calm myself as Arsen opens the door, a wide smile on his lips.
He looks at me shamelessly, his eyes wandering from my face to my breasts, and then down to my waist. God, the way he looks at me is so goddamn intoxicating.
“You look good,” he says, stepping to the side and inviting me in. Oh, of course I look good—tight black dress and the tiniest lace thong I could find, I came ready for action… And something in the tone of his voice unleashes that wild beast I keep hidden inside of me. My mind goes blank and, next thing I know, I’m walking toward him with a sure step. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and before he has the time to react I press my mouth against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he regains his composure quickly enough, his hands immediately darting to my waist. “Someone’s pretty eager.”
“You can’t imagine how eager I am right now,” I shoot back, pressing my hand against his crotch. He’s already as hard as rock, so I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, grinning wildly at him. To say that I’m eager is putting it mildly, really, after that phone call with Client 5, "King Henry," I just can’t wait to feel Arsen’s cock once more. In a sense, it’s weird. Here I am, jumping into Arsen’s arms because a stranger’s voice drove me completely insane with pleasure. A day in the life of a phone sex operator, right?
“I like eager. Good,” he simply whispers, a flicker of darkness in his eyes. I’ve set something in motion that I can’t stop—and, hell, it sounds so damn good.
With his hands on my waist he pushes me back across the hallway and into the living room. I walk backward awkwardly, only stopping when my ass meets the edge of his leather couch. On the way there my eyes wander to the wall where he pinned me… The one where he fucked me relentlessly, memories of the most perfect sex I’ve ever had flooding my mind.
I take my fingers to his collar, ready to start unbuttoning it, but he's faster than I am. Hooking his fingers on my hip, he makes me turn around and, with one forearm across my shoulder blades, bends me over the couch. I bite my lower lip as he grabs my ass harshly, his long fingers bunching up my dress as he touches me. A gasp leaves my lips as he slaps my buttocks with the back of his hand, the sound of it almost too exhilarating.
“Since our last time together,” he says, leaning forward and whispering against my ear, “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and spanking your perfect little ass.” He does it again then, smacking my other buttock even more harshly.
“Have you been thinking of just that?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder. His smile turns into a wicked grin immediately, telling me the answer before he even speaks.
“Oh, no. I’ve been thinking of a lot more.” Still grinning, he runs his hands up my legs and slides them under my dress, his long warm fingers going over the curve of my ass cheeks until they meet the fabric of my thong. He grabs it harshly and I bite down on my lip as I prepare for him to take it off of me; but, somehow, he changes ideas. His hands go down and he curls his thumbs around the hemline of my dress, pushing it up to my waist; then he goes down to his knees and I feel my heart starting to drum wildly in anticipation. Whatever he has in store for me, I can barely wait.
I close my eyes as he lunges forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy and breathing in my scent. His hands are on my buttocks, grabbing my curves and keeping the dress up in my waist. Sucking my pussy over the fabric of my thong, his touch makes me close my eyes and moan in excitement. It might be an obvious thing to say, but there’s something wildly erotic about having a man’s mouth between your thighs. Especially when he enjoys it almost as much as I do.
With a flick of his fingers he pushes his tongue just an inch to the side, baring my wet folds. Lapping at me with his tongue, he runs it between my pussy lips—up and down, up and down, the rhythmic motion pulling me into a trance of delight and ecstasy. I curl my fingers hard around the edge of the couch, my body tightening as he jabs with his tongue, slowly sliding it into my pussy.
I gasp as, with a sudden movement, he places his hands on my hips and tugs on my thong harshly. He pulls his head back, sliding the fabric down my legs at the same time; before I even have the time to prepare for it, he’s on me again, mouth wide open.