Alone in my bedroom, I just had to jerk myself, my eyes closed as I pictured her delicious naked curves. You know, I couldn’t even remember the last time I masturbated like that; whenever I had an urge, I could just pick some random hot woman and fuck her brains out. But not anymore, not since I first laid eyes on Ashley… Now I can’t bring myself to fuck anyone else, my cock suddenly going monogamous. That’s a first for me.
So, yeah, don’t judge me if the first thing I did after waking up was sit down on my couch and pick up the phone. A man can only resist so much, after all.
“Who do you think?” I say, pressing the phone against my ear as I mouth the words with my grave King Henry voice. I almost feel like the Batman, juggling two identities, one that makes Ashley come with my cock, and another that does it using just words.
“It’s you, Henry. I’ve been… waiting for your call,” I hear her say, her purred words making my heart pump warm blood straight to my cock. It gets hard, tenting my pants as I lean back against the couch.
“Have you? I don’t know if I believe you, Kitten. After all, you’ve been fucking other guys while you keep on taking my calls,” I say, propping my feet up on the coffee table as I rest my hand over my crotch, feeling my hard bulge with the tip of my fingers. I just can’t help but ask her about… well, me. But, for a few seconds, there’s only silence on the other side of the line.
“It’s true, sir… I spent all night thinking of you,” she tells me, her voice letting through a hint of Ashley’s true personality. There’s honesty there, she’s no longer playing a character. Somewhere along the way, King Henry has stripped Ashley out of her Misty persona.
“Is that so, Kitten? And what did you think about?”
“I thought of… The way you make me feel. I get so very wet whenever you take control." “I know you do. Now tell me, Kitten… What are you wearing right now?” I start massaging my cock over the fabric of my pants, taking my time with it. Hell, I never thought I’d be one of those guys who does this—calls a phone line so that they can get off. But with Ashley… There are no limits to what I will or will not do.
“I’m wearing a tiny little robe… And underneath it, an even tinier black lace thong,” she tells me, my fingers curling around my bulging. “No bra.” Christ, this is insane.
“I like that, Kitten. I like that a lot. But I would prefer you naked…” I say, drawling out the last part of my sentence as I imagine her there, lying in bed with only her thong on. “Take if off.”
“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and then there’s a long silence, followed by the sound of her moving about. She is actually taking her clothes off; this is not some imagination carrousel. “I am naked now.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Good. Where are you, Kitten?”
“In bed… All alone.”
“Good. Close your eyes now. I want you to imagine my hand on your skin, my fingers running from your navel up to your breasts…” I say, her breathing growing louder. “But don’t touch yourself, Kitten. Not yet; only when I say so.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, the tone of her voice telling me about the state her pussy is in right now: soaking wet.
“I want you to feel my body pressed against yours, my cock sliding deep inside of your wet pussy…” I continue, my own eyes closed as I picture the scene. What I wouldn’t give to be there now, lying in bed next to her naked body. “Imagine my big cock going all the way in, stretching you wide as I fuck you.”
“Yes, I… I am,” her words sound more like anxious moans now, and I can tell she’s eager for my permission to touch herself. But if she wants that, she’s going to have to wait. “I want that so much, sir… You can’t imagine how much.”
“Oh, yes, I can,” I tell her as I push my pants down, my cock jumping free against the palm of my hand. I grab it, feeling it pulse against my fingers as I hear Ashley’s hard breathing through the phone. Calling a sex line might be a fucked up thing, but I’m too into it right now; there are no brakes on this train.
“I want you hard,” she says suddenly. “Tell me that you’re hard.”
“I am hard, Kitten… And my thick cock is right here, waiting for those lush lips of yours.” I start stroking myself, moving my hand up and down at a quickly growing rhythm. This is fucking insane; it might not be the first time I’m doing this, but it doesn’t make it any less crazy.