Looking out for me was one thing, advising me was another, especially when I was drunk. Standing up, I took the girl by the hand and I knew he was right, even I wasn’t stupid enough to fuck her in a room full of horny guys and strippers. A video would have been viral within minutes. “Private room, now.”
Smirking wickedly with those hooded eyes that promised me a great time, she led me out to the back of the stage. Dressing room mirrors surrounded by light bulbs, smudged with make-up and the smell of cheap perfume and hairspray was a kinda seductive scene for the mood I was in.
Kiran or Kelly- Anne or some shit like that her name was. I hardly ever pay attention to names, and anyway, I wasn’t listening when she said it, because she was at the business end, unbuckling my belt and ticking the fly zipper of my jeans down.
Pushing me back on the seat she put her hand down inside her thong and started to massage herself. Between her doing that and the alcohol, I was more than willing to do whatever she wanted.
So, when I saw her grabbing some cord that was holding back the heavy velvet drapes that would shield us from the stage area and letting it drop to give us the privacy I needed. I sat back and let whatever was coming next happen.
CHAPTER 16 - SWALLOWING HARD
Chloe
I woke with a start. My cell was ringing and my eyes squinted to focus on the clock on the nightstand. It was only 4 a.m. Swiping my phone off the table I answered the call without looking to see who was calling. Muffled sounds and deep throaty groans came down the line at me.
At first I thought someone was hurt but it soon became apparent someone’s phone had rung mine by accident, and I jumped out of bed. Then, when I heard a female voice grind out, “Oh, sweet Jesus, YES! Right there…right there, don’t stop… harder,” followed by more soft moans and another exclamation, “Damn! That feels sooo fucking good, baby. You’re very good at this, honey I love your big dick.” Blushing, I realized the woman on the phone was having sex and had no idea I was listening.
Hearing a low throaty groan and the sound of a male voice humming in appreciation, I was mortified. He huskily whispered, “Fuck …me.” After that, I figured I’d heard enough. Bad enough I had listened for as long as I had. The session seemed to have intensified during the time I was listening and I heard a shift in positioning as the female moans got nearer to the phone.
Pressing the call end button, I placed the phone back on the nightstand, with an unwelcome pulsing feeling in my pussy. I had known the call was turning me on and I felt guilty that some random people should have had that effect on me.
Climbing back into bed I drew my legs up towards my chest and curled into a ball. Suddenly I was missing the warm feelings I used to have when Kace made love to me. Tears rolled down my face and even though I’d never want to be with him in that way again, I missed the contact and warmth I had felt from being in a man’s arms.
Waking up with the sun streaming across my bed through a small gap in the drapes, I turned my head away from the light, feeling sluggish and exhausted after crying myself to sleep. Rolling over, I slowly kicked the comforter aside and got out of bed. The clock read 8a.m.and my cell began to ring on the night stand.
Picking it up, I saw it was Paul calling and had an excited, happy feeling inside of me. Smiling warmly, I answered the phone. “Good morning.” I was aiming for a cheerful greeting but my voice sounded croaky.
A slurry voice answered back. “Heyyy, darlin’, I just wanted to call you to say goodnight.” From the sound of his voice, he was pretty drunk.
“Oh, hi. Sounds to me like someone has been celebrating, have you been drinking Paul?” Waiting a few seconds for him to reply, there was a slight delay then he snickered into the phone and exhaled heavily.
“Umm, I guess so,” he replied sheepishly and I could hear a melancholy in his voice, but the overall tone was different, sad, and kind of lonely. When he didn’t offer anything else in conversation, I thought I should suggest he take care of himself, but I was worried about him being so drunk and alone. Picking at my pajama shorts, I wondered what I could do to help him.
“Is there someone there with you, Paul? Does anyone live with you that can help you? You really should drink some water before lying down.” Sitting back down on the bed, the mattress dipped under me and I tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to think of what else to suggest. Had I known him, I’d have gone over there and taken care of him.
“No one here but me darlin’, I always sleep alone…unless you want to try to change that about me.” My eyes rolled to the top of my head, unsure of how to answer that, given the fact he sounded a little down, so I decided to tease him to lift his mood. I hated moping drunk people.
“Sure, lay the phone next to your head on the next pillow and I’ll talk to you until you go to sleep. How does that sound?” I was pleased with myself for thinking of something that I could actually do which may have kept him safe and in a place where he wouldn’t fall down and hurt himself.
“You want to lie in my bed? Fuck. That sounds like an excellent plan. Chloe my darlin’, I’d love you to lie next to me. Do I get to be buck naked?” Paul’s humorous tone made me think he was joking.
“Of course, Paul tonight you get whatever you want.” As soon as I said it, I kind of cringed, because that was like giving a drunk man a loaded gun to play with.
“Oh, sweet Chloe I get to be whatever I want, huh darlin’? Sure you don’t want to change your mind about that? I mean, before I ruin our beautiful friendship?” The challenge in Paul’s voice excited me and I thought this call of all of the calls we’d had, would be the most open one I’d probably ever have with him.
“Doubt there is anything you can say that would affect that Paul, besides we don’t have any awkward after date conversations to have do we?” I teased, throwing back a line he’d said to me right at the beginning of our phone calls.
“Hang on.” Paul began to grunt and at first I imagined he was feeling sick but then I heard what sounded like a buckle being undone. “Just getting naked for you.” His voice was different and further away and I realized he had put me on speaker phone. Another few grunts and I heard him moving and the phone being moved with him.
Exhaling heavily, he cleared his throat and spoke gruffly, “Alright seems you have me at a disadvantage here.” Puzzled, my brow furrowed and I thought he must mean with him being drunk and me being sober until he spoke again. “Well, you know what I’m wearing. So…are you going to tell me what you’re wearing?”
Blushing I thought that most respectable girls would conclude the call on a drunk guy asking that, but it was a phone call with someone who I’d never know in real life, and I was so lonely that I made a snap decision to throw caution to the wind and let myself have that one indulgence with a stranger that Ruby kept going on about, in the safety of my own bedroom.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I said, “A little sky blue tank top and pajama shorts.” My jaw hung in amazement that I had been bold enough to play along with him. I just prayed he was one of those drunks that remembered nothing the next day.
“Oh, girl, seriously?” he ground out gruffly. “Are you braless?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded, before squeaking out, “Yes.”
“Am I allowed to hold your breasts in the palms of my hands?” he said seductively, his tone an octave lower and I heard him shift again.
Pursing my lips to stop my nervous giggle, “Is that what you want to do?” I asked, prolonging the agony for him.
“So, let me clear this up with you. Am I asking permission for everything I want to do, or am I going to take charge and tell you what we’re going to do.”
Swallowing noisily, I felt my pussy clench in delight at his suggestion of taking charge. “I already said whatever you want. So, I guess it’s your call.” Shaking my head silently in disbelief, my mouth in a silent ‘O’ that I was having this conversation at all.
Hearing Paul moving again, I figured he was getting more comfor
table. “Where are you?” he suddenly asked.
“Sitting on the edge of my bed.”
“No you’re not, you are in mine. Lie down beside me,” he commanded.
I crawled on my bed and lay down, then told him I was lying down.
“Good. Now take your shorts off. Leave the tank. I want that to stay on, one of my pleasures in life is staring at a girl in a tiny tank top with perky tits. Call it a particular kink of mine. Now, tell me what I’m looking at.” His tone was masterful and abrupt.
Again my eyes rose to the top of my head and wondered what he meant by looking at, but before anything came to mind he prompted me. “Describe your pussy I need to know what I’m playing with.”
Another gulp, then I worked a swallow, wondering if I could really go through with talking about myself in such intimate terms. “Do it! Tell me. Don’t think about it, just tell me,” Paul ordered, his voice sounding masterful.
“Well…” I giggled, “My pussy is neat.” It was the best I could think of and he started chuckling heartily at me.
“Chloe, lesson one, men do not want to fuck a neat pussy. Make me want you. Tell me why I’d want your pussy over anyone else’s.”
Smirking, I thought his comment was too funny, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do what he asked. “You need help for descriptive words? Alright, is it small, big, plump, slim, swollen, what are the lips like, outer, inner, color, odor, texture, smell, wet? Come on Chloe, use your imagination,” Paul barked impatiently.
Without thinking I said, “My pussy is small, waxed, closed lips that form a clean seam, no extra skin, the lips inside are small and crumbled– like the petals of a flower. Right now, my clitoris is hard and swollen and from the hood to the end of my entrance is about one and a half inches. My pussy feels warm and is wet, because I guess this is turning me on. My inner creases are dark cerise in color and when I open my inner lips the entrance is very pink. Is that what you mean?” I concluded nervously and sounding timid.
“Damn, Chloe, and you’ve never done this before, right?” Paul was chuckling again and I decided to put him in his place.
“So, you have me at a disadvantage, Paul. You know what my pussy looks like it’s only fair you tell me about your dick.” Biting my bottom lip, I was amazed that I was doing something that risky with someone I didn’t know, but more than that I was so turned on by what was happening between us, I wasn’t interested in being embarrassed from that point on.
Paul chuckled again. “Ah, well. Hmm…alright here goes. My dick is thick, straight, about five inches asleep and nine when I’m hard and the girth expands quite a bit when it gets into action. It’s circumcised and I have an apa through the slit, it’s not too veiny and attached to some pretty hefty balls. And I guess the whole package is soft, shaved and velvety to the touch.” When he finished describing himself, he worked a swallow of his own, continuing in a voice that was laced with lust,” And right now, my dick is standing proud at the full nine. Guess that’s because it wants to sink balls deep into the pussy you just described to me.”
Dumbstruck, I had never been so turned on in my life as I was at that moment. What he had described to me was so hot, and I felt deeply frustrated that I couldn’t reach out and touch it. I was glad when he spoke again, because I had no clue what else there was to say about it.
“Now, we know what it looks like, but…how does it taste?” Prompting me to answer him, I said what I was thinking.
Speaking honestly I answered, “I don’t know. I’ve never tasted myself.” Covering my face with my hand, I felt mortified again to be talking to him about that part.
“Are you telling me that no one has ever gone down on you and then kissed you? Are you fucking serious Chloe? You’re not a virgin are you?” Suddenly I felt embarrassed talking about my past with him.
“Sorry, no.”
“Sorry, no? You’re not a virgin, or you weren’t serious about tasting yourself?” He sounded agitated and it made me wary again, but I felt this was something I needed to do so I answered.
“No I’m not a virgin and yes I was serious, I don’t know how I taste.”
“Well fuck, DO IT! I want to know how you taste. Take your right hand and place two fingers on your pussy.” The way he said it was very authoritative and I immediately wanted to comply with his demand.
Taking two fingers I ran them up and down my wet, swollen pussy and couldn’t believe how horny I felt by how he was handling me on the phone.
“Describe what you are feeling.” Another command quickly followed the last one he had just given me.
“Soft, hot, wet, silky, slippery, slithery, puffy, open, sticky, tickly, tempting …you mean that?” Not sure exactly what words would be the best to describe what I was feeling, I just rhymed all the things running through my mind and I was beginning to get carried away.
“Whoa. Fuck Chloe, slow it down. You’ll have me coming like a horny teenager, you keep up that pace.” Clearing his throat, he chuckled again. “The flood gates kinda opened there for you, huh?”
Feeling embarrassed again, I gave a slight cough, and swallowed audibly. “Sorry, but I don’t know what you want from me.” I began to sit up because I was losing confidence again.
Paul spoke in a softer tone. “You know what I want? I want you to stick your fore and middle fingers into your pussy and coat them in your juice. Push them deep inside and then I want you to suck them. And I want to hear you sucking them.”
In his husky, seductive voice, Paul’s sexy tone was low and it broke slightly at the end of the sentence. Hearing the desire in his voice was damned hot. It was obvious he was enjoying thinking about me doing that and it was making his mouth dry. Paul was completely invested and turned on with what we were doing, so I lay back again.
“Talk to me, tell me what you are doing and what you feel.” Biting my bottom lip again, I said, “Sliding my fore and middle fingers down either side of my inner labia. It feels warm and wet, slippery and it’s coated in my sticky juices. I can feel them running down my seam onto my butt. My entrance feels open, ready to receive my fingers.”
Paul groaned and it was a guttural sound. “Fuck.”
Smiling at his reaction, I was glad I had found the courage to continue. “I’m pushing my fingers inside and it feels, squidgy and tight and warm, and doing this is making my nipples tingle and my heart beat faster.”
Paul interjected after clearing his throat, in a voice so low and gravelly that it didn’t sound like him at all. “Fuck me! Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“No. I haven’t,” I stated flatly, stopping with my fingers still deep in my pussy. “Should I continue?”
“Chloe I’d hunt you down and kill you if you didn’t.” Even with his playful tone delivering those words I had frozen for a second. “Are you okay?” Paul’s voice sounded concerned and I sensed he was aware I had stopped abruptly.
“Sure, I replied, trying to sound more confident than I was.
“Then take your fingers out gently and put them in your mouth. God, I wish I was there to put my mouth over one of your nipples and suck hard when you did that.” Doing as he asked, I put my fingers tentatively into my mouth. “Suck, Chloe. What do you taste and smell like, Tell me.” In an urgent voice laced with frustration, Paul was sounding quite desperate.
Pulling my fingers out of my mouth, I rubbed one back and forth on my lip then tested it with the tip of my tongue again. “Sweet, kinda faint body wash smell, but the taste is like really watery jello.” It was the best I could come up with.
“Fucking perfect. My favorite flavor.”
When Paul said that, my pussy pulsed with the reaction of my hormones to the taste of myself and his words combined and suddenly what we were doing didn’t seem enough.
CHAPTER 17 - STEAM
Chloe
I could hear soft shuffling noises as Paul moved around, his breathing sounded shaky and uneven and the rawness in that sound made me sigh deeply.
/> “You’re gone on this, huh? Me as well. Dick as stiff as a fucking dead man and nowhere to sink it into. Can’t say I’ve had time for this before. And I never knew it could be so fucking hot. So this is a first for the both of us, darlin’.” Paul’s voice was still slightly slurry.
Clearing his throat again, Paul grunted and from the whoosh of air escaping his lungs I figured he had laid¬ flat on his back. The sound of his grunt made me feel as horny as hell.
“So, now I know what you’re wearing, what your pussy tastes and smells like and you did say anything I wanted right, Chloe?”
Talking to me in an unashamed, raw, sexy tone, about things that made me blush crimson gave me shocking electrical pulses of pleasure around my body, as his words set my hormones into chaos. Feelings I’d suppressed at the hands of Kace came flooding back, making me feel desperate, with a heightened level of arousal that I never knew existed before.
I bit my lip as I lay naked from the waist down. I was excited and wondering what Paul was going to tell me to do next, and hardly believing that I was actually doing something so naughty and scandalous. Paul was a stranger and my best friend in the world at that moment. In reality, he was the only person who called me almost daily just to connect with me.
I knew this was crazy, out of character behavior, but I lay waiting, holding my breath for him to take me to the next level. While I did, there was an ache in my chest and my heart squeezed with a pang of sadness, that I would never know the man who wanted to take the time to speak to me, in my safe but lonely world.
“So, I guess the next thing would be for me to satisfy you and for you to come for me.” Quiet and still, I sat shaking my head, feeling so needy for anything he wanted to offer, but inhibited enough to think I couldn’t go through with him telling me to make myself come while he was listening and telling me what to do. And I wondered what he would say if I said no.
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