Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 3)

The wait this time was longer, and I frowned. Should I call her? She was willing to text me back, but this would be so much better if I could hear her voice, too. I was already half hard in my jeans, and I settled back against my headboard, adjusting the bulge at my crotch, waiting impatiently for a reply.

“I don’t know, baby. I’m pretty busy, but if your cock wants some attention…”

Fuck yeah!

Sandra was sexy, a tall blonde with a nice rack and a tight ass. I pictured her in front of me in her cheerleader uniform, the words in the text coming out in her sultry voice as she smiled at me.

“What are you going to do with my cock, if you’re so eager?” I challenged, my head tilted to the side as I waited, my dark blonde hair almost in my eyes.

The reply was faster this time.

“I’ll suck it till it’s dry. And have you begging for more.”

My jaw dropped in shock, and my whole body froze as I stared at the line of words. My cock grew stiffer in my jeans. Fuck! The fantasy was still running in my mind, and I thought of Sandra saying those words as she stared at my crotch and licked her lips. That would be so hot. If I could, I’d have her on her knees and giving me head right then. I wanted to insist on her coming over, or me going over to her, but I hesitated.

Something about this, exchanging dirty text messages, was so much more exciting.

“What makes you think I’ll beg?” I texted.

I was bluffing. She could have me begging. Since I’d had my eye on her for a while, it had been a long time since I’d had anything besides my right hand. Thinking of her soft, pink mouth wrapped around my cock as she bobbed her head up and down shot pleasure through my body. It would hurt if my cock got any harder.

“Wanna bet, big boy? I bet you’re be big, so big you’d stretch my mouth wide open…”

With a hiss, I pressed the heel of my palm on my pulsing dick. Somehow, this seemed hotter than if she’d been in the room with me and saying those things. It wasn’t what I expected from her at all when I sent that first text. I figured I’d get a few replies, we’d laugh it off, maybe hook up later, but this was so much better.

My hands moved on their own, one undoing the fly of my jeans, the other sending a text.

“Keep talking, baby. Tell me more. Are you gonna swallow my cock?”

I wiggled on the bed, trying to shove my pants and briefs down to my thighs and still hold my phone up. Then, I readjusted my pillow, got comfortable, and wrapped my hand around the base of my dick. I stroked lightly up, cursed the roughness in my palm, and brought it up to my mouth for a few quick licks. I had lube in my nightstand, but I’d have to put my phone down to get it, so I decided it wasn’t necessary.

The slide wasn’t as nice when it was just spit, but it would do. I moved my hand in slow strokes, biting my lip in anticipation of the next message.

“I’d swallow, baby,” she finally texted. There was a pause in between messages, and I could almost hear the giggle that would come in between. My hand tightened just a little. “I’ll have more than just your cock in my mouth. Would you like me playing with your balls, baby?”

“Yes,” I wrote back immediately.

“Then, should it go something like this? You lie back down, and I straddle your legs. My hands on your hips, my mouth on your cock, giving a nice hard suck, but I pull off because we don’t want you to come too quickly.”

“Shit,” I panted, my hand moving a little faster on my cock. Occasionally, I’d thumb the slit, precum leaking out and lubricating my palm some more. “Fucking shit!”

“I want to come.”

There was a pause.

“Hmm. But that’s no fun? I’d want to do more, like spread your thighs so I could get my mouth on your balls, lick and roll them on my tongue. Then I’d slide the tip of my tongue up the vein on the underside of your cock, tease the head a little, your slit. You’d be so wet from all the precum and my spit; you’d shine.”

I groaned, gritting my teeth as I tilted my head back, hazel eyes closed for a moment. I fucked into my fist, picturing her doing everything she’d just described. When was the last time I had a girl suck me off? It had been way too long, and I couldn’t wait to put all those nice suggestions into practice.