"I know you do." She whispers, swaying her thighs and delighting herself as my thickness rubs against her insides. "But I'm in charge here … I tell you when to cum."
I bury my face between her tits, breathing her scent in. I'm going crazy, my cock feeling hard as steel, my tense muscles almost bursting at the seams as sweat starts trickling down my body. I don't know for how much longer I'm able to hold on.
She rides me hard, showing no mercy to the pleading in my face. My cock's hers, even if only in this short moment of time, and she can do with it as she pleases.
"Now … " She moans, tugging at my ear with her pearly white teeth. "Now I'm going to come. I'm going to come and you'll have to remain hard … Say it."
"You're going to come … " I manage to say through gritted teeth.
She pulls hard on my hair, her voice commandeering him.
"And?"
"And I'm going to remain hard." I mutter.
"Yes … Yes, you will." Her knees chafes against the leather couch's pillows as she rocks her body over me, my cock sliding furiously in and out of her, her juices covering it over and over again. She takes her fingers to her clit and, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she presses and rubs on it, thunder spreading through her loins. Her body jolts as my cock goes deep, hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside her. She screams, pushing her shaking thighs against me as her hands pull my hair uncontrollably. She doesn't know anything at the moment... but she doesn't care. In that single moment, the only thing she cares about is the endless explosion of pleasure happening all over her body, making her skin boil as if she's about to disintegrate.
She grins, breathing in deeply as I pull out my cock from inside of her now too sensitive pussy, her whole body shuddering as its thickness passes through her outer lips.
"Stroke it … Stroke it for me … " She tells me, grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand. I do as I'm bid, my fingers grasping my member and moving up and down. I know I can't hold much longer and, if I try to, something will pop inside my head. "Cum … Cum for me … "
Three words. Three words from her and my cock immediately explodes, warm white semen gushing outward and covering her belly in thick ropey strands. My fingers claw at her ass as my whole body feels as if it's ripping apart, my muscles so tense I can almost swear I hear the flesh tearing apart from the bones.
"Holy … fuck!" I mutter through pursed lips, my brow furrowed in effort. I'm gushing so much cum that it's splattering her whole body, dripping down from her tits and belly to her legs and pussy and then, finally, trickling onto the floor in thick drops.
I close my eyes and lean back, my exhausted and trembling body reclining against the couch. I sigh heavily, tender fingers softly grasping my hair, and force my eyelids open. Ashley's eyes are on me, watching, a twinkle of mischievousness on them.
I give her a wide devilish fucking grin and, still reeling myself from everything, tell her the first thing that crosses my mind.
"You are fucking amazing."
She says nothing, but something flashes behind her eyes-something that seems confident and yet sad at the same time.
41
Ashley
"Hi this is Misty, who am I speaking with?" I say into the phone as I lean back. I've put on white lace stockings with a matching white lace thong and lace bra. I have heels on, and I decide to recline on my sofa.
The truth is, I need this. I need to get back to de-personalizing the sex-especially after yesterday morning.
I can still remember the events as they happened.
"You are fucking amazing," Arsen said to me as I stared up at him, his cum dripping from my face and body. In that moment, the fog of lust began to slowly clear from my brain and for a moment, I felt … what was it? Familiarity? Love?
I quickly got up from the floor of his living room and ran to the bathroom. I showered as quickly as I could and put on my clothes to look as presentable as possible.
"Where are you going?" Arsen asked me when I emerged all prepared for the day.
"Some of us have to work, you know?" I asked back, rhetorically.
He snorted and took a step closer to me. I took a step back.
I can't understand why.
"Hi Misty," the voice on the phone breathes. "My name is Max."
"Oh, I've been waiting for someone like Max with a sexy name all day long," I coo into the phone. "What are you wearing?"
As Max goes on and on about what he's wearing, I think back to how I left Arsen's apartment yesterday morning.
"I thought we could get brunch," Arsen said to me as I made for the door.
I kept walking.
"Is everything okay?" Arsen asked again. This brought me up short. I turned to him.
"Why didn't you tell me that you owned the strip club?" I asked him.
He stared at me, putting on a robe so he wasn't completely naked and walked over.
"Does it bother you?" he asked.
I think it did bother me. Even now, I think it still bothers me.
"What bothers me the most though is what Yasmine said," I replied back to him. "She said that the owner of the strip club also owned the phone sex company that I work at. Called … "
He didn't let me finish. "Simulated Pleasures, LLC," he finished my sentence for me. "And yes, I own that as well."
At first I didn't know what to say. But I know that Arsen was watching me.
"That means you know what I do for a living," I stated. It wasn't so much a question as more a statement to myself. "You know what I've had to do in the past. How I've had to dance."
Arsen nodded. "I don't care about any of that," he said. "I only inherited this company from my father … "
But I didn't let him finish. "I don't think this is appropriate, Arsen," I said. "You own the company I work for, and I don't think we'd ever be equals in any sort of relationship."
Arsen snorted and looked at me. "Are you fucking serious?" he asked as he got up. "You didn't let me cum just now till you were ready for me!"
My defenses must have gone up because I gave him a fake plastic smile and looked at him. "Goodbye Arsen," I said. "Take care."
And with that I walked out of his apartment toward the elevator. I stayed still all through the elevator and kept my composure. It was only when I get into the cab that I looked into my lap and tried to make as little noise as possible as I began to cry.
"Hello?" the voice of Max jars me awake from my reverie.
I start and look at the meter on my computer. I recently installed the software that the office gave me. It shows how long the call has been going and the estimated charges as well as the royalties I should expect.
"Are you still there?" Max asks, a bit unsure as to why a phone sex operator would put him on hold.
The thought makes me smile and I let my smile color my voice. "I'm still here, baby," I whisper into the phone. "Just hearing you talk started getting me so hot and bothered I needed a place to lay down."
"Oh yeah?" I can see the ear-to-ear grin on Max's face as he asks this. "What are you wearing?"
"Oh baby, I put on a special lace white thong on for you just now, and a matching bra," I reply back. "Do you like that?"
"Mmm-hmm," Max says into the phone. "I like that a lot."
"How do you want me?" I ask him. I've been learning. Sometimes I lead the conversation. Sometimes when I'm feeling generous, I let the client lead. I've been trying to get the clients talking more instead of just getting them off as quickly as possible. I think it does two things. It keeps them on the phone longer. But more importantly, having them talk about themselves starts making them regulars. They end up investing in me emotionally.
"I want to bend you over and slide your panties off," Max whispers into the phone.
"Ooh, yeah, baby, I like that," I say into the phone. I can't help it, but I picture bending over the table in my kitchen with Arsen behind me.
"I want to rub my hands up and down your body, and take off your bra so I can lick those hard nipples of yours," Max says slowly.
"Oh, they're so hard right now," I say into the phone. And guess what? They are. Because I'm thinking of this happening to me. With Arsen, no less. I can't help it. I can't get his body out of my head. But more than his body. He's got the heart of a saint. I know he says he's not a good man. But he's been nothing but gracious to me. Kind, warm, protective … loving.
I want to use one hand to squeeze those nipples as I suck them," Max says into the phone. "I want to use the other hand to smack that ass."
I close my eyes and picture Arsen squeezing my tits. Of Arsen slapping my ass cheek.
"Sounds like you like it, baby," Max says. I didn't realize it but I had given an involuntarily moan into the phone.