“Good,” Alex growled. “I want you to move your hand down your belly, very slowly, and gently tease yourself by tickling your pussy outside of your panties. Do you understand? You’re not to take them off,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Yes,” I whispered. Reluctantly, I took my fingers away from my nipples and slid them down my belly and between my legs. My first instinct was to put my hand inside of my panties and play with myself, but I didn’t want to disobey Alex. Instead, I spread my legs as wide as I could and gently stroked myself, feeling the tendrils of pubic hair as they escaped from the wet material. The musky scent of my pussy juice filled the room and I inhaled deeply. It’s the scent of sex , I thought, closing my eyes as delicious sensations rolled through my body.
“This feels so good,” I said. “I’m stroking my pussy through my wet panties, and the material is clinging to my body. I really want to touch my clit, Alex. Please let me touch my clit,” I begged. “Pleased.”
“Not yet,” Alex commanded in a low voice. “Keep stroking yourself. Buck your hips and rub yourself against your fingers like the little slut I know you are.”
I bit my lip and moaned, doing exactly as Alex asked. I could feel the blood racing through my veins, laced with arousal as I pleasured myself. Soon, I was grinding my hips against my fingers, desperate for more.
“It feels so good,” I moaned, biting my lip and wriggling on the bed. “It feels incredible, Alex.”
“Good girl. Now I want you to pull your panties down and spread your legs. Don’t touch yourself. Let your wet pussy feel the cool air of the room. I want your clit to be tingling.”
Biting my lip, I pulled my panties down and tossed them to the side, then I lay back and spread my legs. Just as Alex had said, the cool air hit my exposed pussy and it felt incredible.
“Now I want you to touch yourself,” Alex said. “Very slowly. Just rub yourself very gently, touch your clit, but don’t put any fingers inside of yourself.”
Eagerly, I did as he asked. As soon as my finger touched my wet clit, I shivered and moaned loudly.
“I’m touching my clit now,” I said, gasping as the pleasurable sensations raced through my body. “And It feels so good, Alex. I wish you were here, kneeling between my legs and licking me.”
“I wish that, too, baby,” Alex growled. “Now I want you to slip just one finger inside of your pussy with your other hand. Don’t stop touching your clit. Rub your fingers in very slow circles all around it and don’t stop, even if one side feels better than the other.”
I moaned in frustration and pleasure as I slid a finger inside of my pussy. I was tight and so wet that I was soaking the bed beneath my body. As I fingered myself, I balanced the phone against my shoulder and arched my back, licking my lips.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, clenching my teeth and rubbing circles around my clit. My clit was so hard that it felt like a tiny wet pebble nestled in my crotch.
“Good girl. Now take your wet finger out of your pussy and touch your asshole. Just lightly, don’t put your finger inside your asshole.”
I blushed but I did as he asked. Again, I was surprised by the delight of sensitive skin. I rubbed my wet fingertip over my asshole, feeling the skin pucker and twitch at my touch. Combined with my slow clit stimulation, it felt so good.
“I’m touching my asshole now,” I moaned. “And it feels so good, Alex. I can feel it opening up, just because it wants a finger inside. God, this feels incredible!”
“Good,” Alex groaned. “Now rub your clit faster. I want you to come for me. And right before you come, I want you to stick the tip of your finger inside your ass and feel yourself clench for me, Molly.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “God!” Rubbing my clit faster and faster, I moaned and screamed as a powerful orgasm began to crash over my head. I slipped the tip of my finger inside my ass and I gasped as I felt the skin pulse and clench, much more tightly than my pussy. It felt heavenly and dirty all at once – the best orgasm I’d ever experienced. Every new orgasm is better than the last , I thought.
“I’m coming!” I moaned. “God, Alex, I’m coming for you!” I quivered and shook as the pleasure took hold of me, taking me over until I could hardly breathe. When it was over, I took my hands away.
“Good girl, you did very well,” Alex growled. “I’m very proud of you. Lick your fingers clean and put your wet panties back on. I want you to be reminded of how wet you were all through the day.”
With shaking hands, I did as Alex asked.
“Good girl,” Alex repeated. He cleared hi
s throat. “Now that little lesson is all taken care of, I’ve got to get to work.” That devilish quality was back in his voice and I blushed. “I’ll talk to you soon, Molly.”
“Okay,” I said dreamily, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back on the pillow.
“I miss you,” Alex said.
I blushed. “I miss you, too.” I said softly. “I really do.”
“I know,” Alex said. “See you soon.”
When we hung up, I sighed in contentment and happiness. I had no earthly clue how I’d managed to find the perfect boyfriend, but I’d done it.
Chapter Twenty-Two