I was 10 minutes from calling it a day. I had a big date with Sam and I had to get ready. We were going to see Beauty and the Beast at the Performing Arts Center. We’d never been to anything as fancy as a musical together before, and I was super excited. We were even eating at my favorite restaurant ahead of time. I couldn't go to all the fancy pants restaurants my sister and Brooke always went to, but at least I didn’t have to sell my twat for a table at Tivoli’s.
It had been an especially boring day, and I was trying to decide whether I wanted to take one more call before calling it quits. The thought of faking another orgasm for some skinny dicked dude on the other side of the line sounded less appetizing than usual. The phone rang and made the decision for me.
I picked it up on the second ring and purred, “Hello, Tiger. What’s your name?” then went through the formalities, keeping my new caller on the phone while the agency checked his credit and verified that he wasn’t a minor.
He said his name was Rex, though I would’ve bet my left nipple that was bullshit, and that it was something lame like Lester.
“Hi Rex, my name is Amber. Did you wait to get hard before you called me? Or are you already hard now?”
“I’ve been hard since I was chewing on my Egg McGuffin at 7 am this morning,” he said.”
Wow, originality. Truly rare in my profession, unless you’re talking pure filth. Fuckers can get original then. I made a noise that sounded a lot like a laugh, if it came from a kitten. “That’s a long time,” I said. “What made you so hard so early?”
“The girl who took my money had fat lips, the kind that look good with a dick hanging out of them.”
That was when I felt the first tingle. It wasn’t just what he said, but how he said it. I instantly liked the guy on the other end of the line, and was suddenly dying to know what he looked like, not that it mattered a bit.
“Ah,” I mewed. “So you like to have your cock sucked?”
“Love it. I like lips of all kinds, but the ones up top are best.”
“Is that so?” My breath was heavy. “Would you rather have a really great fuck, or a really great blowjob?”
There was silence on his side. He was taking time to think, even though he was paying per minute. I liked that. “Probably a really great fuck. But if I can finish in her mouth, well that’s the best of both worlds.”
“You can finish in my mouth,” I said.
After he went, mmmmmmm, he said, “So are we gonna fuck first, and then I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Or you gonna take me all the way to the end without ever using your pussy?”
I was officially hot, and I knew I’d have to tell Sam about this call since I could already feel the runway getting slick along my upper thighs. “However you like it, honey. I’m getting real fucking horny just thinking about it.”
It was relieving not to lie.
He moaned again, and when his voice returned to the line, the breath behind it was faster. I could tell he was stroking himself. I wondered what kind of cock he had, short and fat or long and skinny, or something in between.
“What are you better at?” he asked.
“I’m amazing at both, but there are a lot of girls who can fuck. I’d say less than one in a hundred can chow down on a dick like I can.” I wasn’t lying.
Rex made a sound that sounded like he might cum, but he steadied his breath and it sounded like he started stroking slower. “Which would you rather do?”
Wow, a guy who could make me wet over the phone, while paying me for the pleasure, who was asking me my preference? “I love doing whatever makes you cum the hardest, but I love using my mouth as a meathole. Let me ask you, Rex, when’s the last time you enjoyed a really good mouthfuck?”
He went mmmmmmm again, then said. “It’s been a few weeks.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I had to pay for it,” he said without embarrassment. “I have a girlfriend, but she’s not very good at giving head, even though she tries. And she won’t swallow, even though I beg.”
“Well, that’s not very nice,” I cooed.
“No, it isn’t. But I love everything else about her, so I get my blowjobs elsewhere. I don’t see how it’s much different from how she pays for massages because she doesn’t think I rub the knots out the right way.”
“You’re right, honey,” I breathed. “Keep going.”
I totally agreed with Rex, and was liking him more by the paid minute. I also loved how he was stroking himself slow enough to keep his breathing even, voice steady, and the call on cruise control.
“There’s a girl I see once a month. She charges $200 for a half hour, with no discounts even though it only takes her 10 minutes. That’s my fault, not hers. It’s a lot, but worth every fucking penny.”
He was speeding up again, obviously getting turned on while thinking about paying for a cock swallow. His honesty was getting me wetter.
“Do you love cumming in her mouth?”
“Yes,” he moaned.
“What does it feel like?”
“Fucking Heaven.”
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
“YES!”
“Would you like to use my mouth as a cunt? I’ll let you. You don’t even have to beg.”
Mmmmmmmmm
“In fact, I’ll beg,” I said. “Please, Rex. Pretty please, with my cherry on top? Will you fuck my mouthcunt until you can’t keep your cum in your cock anymore and it floods my mouth, and drips from my chin?”
Mmmmmmmmm...
“I promise I’ll swallow every drop.”
Mmmmmmmmm
“And I’ll lick up anything I miss.”
Mmmmmmmmm... Then, “I wanna cum so hard in your mouth I make it rain from your nostrils.”
I was runnier than warm brie, the first time I’d ever been soaking wet with only the phone. Rex had me, and I wasn’t hanging up until we were both finished.
“Are you ready?”
Mmmmmmmmm, “For what?”
“For the best mouthfuck you’ve ever had in your life.”
Mmmmmmmmm... “YES!”
“That’s me, on the other side of the room. Do you see me?”
Mmmmmmmmm...yeah......
“That’s me, walking toward you. I’m wearing high heels and you can see my tits pushed high, pressed against my thin lace top. Do you see me?”
Mmmmmmmmm...yes......
I moved the phone to my left hand and started rubbing my pussy with my right. It was the first time I’d ever tickled the taco during a call without doing it out of sheer boredom. I wondered if Rex bought my panting, or whether he thought it was only part of the show.
“I’m taking my panties off so I can put my fingers inside me. Do you see me?”
Mmmmmmmmm...yeah......
“I’m fucking myself with my fingers. Do you see me?”
Mmmmmmmmm...yeah...... Mmmmmmmmm...yeah......
I joined him in moaning for a full minute, an eternity for phone sex, but long enough to send me into a screaming orgasm I’m sure was worth every one of his pennies. I was amazed he was lasting as long as he was. I never faked orgasms during the phone calls, since the second I did, the guy went sloppy and the call was over.
The orgasm Rex heard was as real as the gash in the liberty bell.
I slowed my rubbing to a steady pet. “Oh my goodness,” I said with a squeal, “you're SO hard. I can’t believe how much you’re throbbing! Thank you for waiting so patiently. I promise you can fill my mouth with your hot cum in just another minute.”
Mmmmmmmmm...
“Mmmmmm....” I moaned. “This is almost too much for me, Rex. Do you mind if we slow down?”
He didn’t. His stroking slowed and his breathing relaxed.
Rex must have a decent enough job, with a $2,400 a year blowjob budget and a leisurely rhythm when it came to phone sex.
Mmmmmmmmm...“You’re good,” he said.
“I mean it, Rex. I’m going to give you the best mouthfu
ck of your life. I just had to catch my breath first. You know why else I had to stop?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s hard to rub my pussy the way I want to with just one hand.”
“Are you really rubbing your pussy?”
“I am, Rex, but I want to rub it more, harder and faster. I want to make myself cum. Can I do that, Rex? Will you listen to me make myself cum?”
He was speeding up again. “Yes!”
“Okay, cowboy, but you have to go slower. My turn, then yours. I promise you the best blowjob of your life, and I won’t let your cock leave my mouthcunt until it’s flooded with cum. Deal?”
He moaned, “Deal...”
“That means you have to slow down,” I warned. “No blowing your load until I get back.” I set the phone beside me, then lay on the couch so my breathing was even with the mouthpiece, as I rubbed my pussy into a roar. I was practically hiccuping with moans, the only words leaving my mouth were, “You're not allowed to cum unless it’s in my mouth!”
Rex was a good boy.
I spent another couple of minutes on myself, rubbing my furbox to frenzy. He kept his breathing steady.
“Thank you,” I giggled. I was naked from the waist down and the couch beneath me had a giant wet spot. I felt giddy, along with a sudden, nearly bottomless craving for Sam. “That was amazing. Are you ready for your turn?”
No answer, just heavy breathing.
I didn’t have long, and I owed Rex the best mouthfuck he’d ever had, even if it was only over the phone.
“I can feel you throbbing in my cheeks, Rex. Your cock is so fat I have to use both of my hands at the base while my head bobs up and down.” I made a slurping sound with my mouth, then said, “Is your dick always this big, or is it just because you’re so GODDAMN FUCKING HARD?”
Mmmmmmmmm...
I shoved a handful of fingers in my mouth and made gagging sounds. “Slower,” I said in a voice close to begging. “You’re tapping the back of my throat and making me gag.”
Mmmmmmmmm...
“Yeah, mmmmmmmm, like that. I love how you’re fucking my mouth right now. I love how the veins at the base of your cock are bulging beneath my fingertips. Do you like that, too?”
Mmmmmmmmm...
I was seriously amazed at how long this guy was lasting. But the phone was different from real life. He couldn't last 10 minutes with his whore, but that was probably because it was impossible to slow himself once he was in her hot, wet mouth. In person, he had no control. Over the phone, he had plenty. Besides, she and I had opposite games. She wanted to finish as fast as she could. I was getting paid by the minute.
But Rex had been a good boy, and deserved a happy ending.
“Are you ready for me to make you cum?”
Mmmmmmmmm...
“I’m flicking the head of your dick with my tongue, and licking the pre-cum as it spurts from your tip. Oh my, that’s so sweet! I can’t wait to see what your cum will taste like! I hope you make enough, Rex. Please don’t leave me thirsty.”
I sounded like I might cry when I said, “Do you think there will be enough, Rex? Because I want to swallow it all until I choke, but I also want you to cum on my face and my tits and all over my body.”
Mmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmmm...
“I’m running my tongue on your shaft, up and down, soaking it slick with my spit. I’m so, SO wet Rex. I bet you could scoop a handful of my juice and smear it all over my ass. Would you like that Rex? Do you still want to cum in my mouth or would you rather cum in my ass?”
“I WANT TO FUCK YOUR ASS AND THEN CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!”
My hand was back at my pussy, rubbing furiously. This was the first time I could describe my pussy as “sloshy” without another person in the room.
“Oh my GOD, Rex. I LOVE the way you’re fucking my ass. I want you to cum right now, and I want you to tell me what you’re doing!”
“I’m fucking your ass so hard,” he screamed, “my dick is going up your throat and out of your mouth!”
“OH!! Just like that,” I cried, nearing another orgasm.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I’m filling your ass with my cum!!!”
“Do you want some in my mouth?”
“YES!!!”
I was cumming hard, but trying to get the words out: “I’m on my knees! Hurry before it’s all gone!” I shoved my fingers in my mouth, then mumbled like I had a mouthful of dick: “Oh my GOD, Rex. There’s so much cum!”
He kept talking dirty and I kept rubbing my pussy, losing myself to the rapture.
Rex was still cumming. He screamed, “You have cum leaking from two of your holes. Now I want you to rub some of it all over your pussy.” When he finally stopped panting, I wondered about the size of his load. I could only imagine, but Rex enlightened me without my having to ask.
“Holy shit!” he said, “That’s the farthest I ever shot.”
“Where did it land?” I asked.
“On my own face.”
This call could not get any hotter.
We said our goodbyes, each thanking the other and meaning it.
I dropped the phone in the cradle, then ran to the shower. I was late and I had to get ready for Sam. As much as I wanted to, there was no way I could tell him about the call. Especially when I knew for a fact I’d be thinking about it while I was fucking him after Beauty and the Beast.
Or maybe during.
XXX
My First Lesbian Experience
(Melissa and Autumn have been friends for years, and have flirted with finger fucking and muff munching before, but have only swallowed tongues on a couple occasions. But when Autumn invites Melissa over for girl’s night, it wasn’t long before the screaming started: OH MY GAWD I’M CUMMING. I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE!!!)
I knew I would have a face full of pussy approximately 12 hours before I did.
I also knew the pussy would be between the legs of one of my best friends, Melissa. But I didn’t have a clue how much I’d love it, or how many times it would enter my mind unannounced in the many months since.
Melissa and I first flirted with mashing our muffins during our trip to Mexico, spring break the year before. She and her long time boyfriend Jim had been having problems for a while. I guess they had to leave the country to finally break up. The first night there, Melissa was devastated. She even got kicked out of Flamenco, the bar across the street from our hotel. I was trying to hook up with this hottie named Jason. While I did end up fucking him hard, along with a tight piece of pussy named Susan the following night, that evening I went to bed with my fingers doing the Furbox Flamenco instead.
When the two of us were back in our room, I thought about returning to the bar to get whatever dick I could find. I was hornier than a team of reindeer, and I’d have settled for the fucking cabana boy. But I knew Melissa would get pissed, so I figured I’d finger fuck myself to sleep. Which is exactly what I was doing when I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway staring.
I got louder and started moaning all over the place, rubbing my nub furiously, then letting her see how sticky I was. Her watching me pound the mound turned me on, so much more than I expected. After I came for the fifth time, I collapsed into bed.
That’s when Melissa stripped to her panties and crawled in beside me.
Her tits felt amazing against my back, so I turned around and frenched her, long and wet and hot and sweet. I could tell she wanted me as bad as I wanted her, but I didn’t want to be the reason shit circled the drain between her and Jim. I’d never tasted pussy, and was still an evening away from Susan’s, but it was easy to imagine the sweet of Melissa in my mouth.
I could’ve made it happen, and wouldn't have even had to try. She wanted to go down on me, but I told her no, it would have to be another time. I couldn't tell if she was sad or relieved, but she pushed her tits harder against my back, until her breathing matched mine and we exhaled ourselves to sleep.
Jim was
four guys back for Melissa, and I have no idea how many for me. Now I’m with Sam, and if I want a girl I have to share her with him. Which we’ve done with Brooke a few times before, and OHMYGOD is that awesome. Melissa’s not like that. When she has a girl, she wants her all to herself.
We’d come close to clam smacking a few times since Mexico. The closest call was Brooke’s 21st birthday party. Melissa had been trying to hook up with some guy she said had dreamy eyes, but apparently couldn't hold a conversation. She was sloppy drunk, and our tongues were licking the insides of one another’s lips, but I wasn’t really into it since I’d just had my ace of spades splattered by my fuck buddy Chris out in the alleyway behind the club – my first public sex ever.
The thing with Melissa was that I didn’t want to do it just to do it, I wanted to be really into it. I love the idea of licking pussy and swapping spit with a sister, but I knew I would never crave it the way I get hungry for dick. But about a month after Brooke’s 21st, I started.
I was having sex dreams about Melissa three or four times a week, three weeks in a row. I’d wake up wet and sticky and horny and wanting to call her for phone sex. But I knew she’d think that was super weird. During that stretch, I thought about Melissa pretty much every time I was rubbing my nub. I’d even dip my fingers in the honeypot, then lick them clean imagining it was Melissa’s lips around my digits.
Finally, I invited her over for a “sleepover,” where we could talk shit on guys and have some girl time, just the two of us. She probably knew exactly what I wanted to do, but it made it easier for both of us when she pretended like she didn’t.
I’m the type of girl who doesn’t like to play games. I’m honest and direct, pretty much always. I was ready to have Melissa’s mouth all over my mound, the moment I decided to dial her number. I wasn’t really in the mood to prolong the inevitable, not when I could get the inevitable going immediately, then make it last all through the night.
Melissa showed up at 7:00, after her shift at The Limited and a quick shower. She brought a small overnight bag and a copy of Serendipity. The pizza was already on its way. I opened the door and kissed her lightly on the mouth, no tongue. “Welcome to Girl’s Night,” I said. She smiled and kissed me back. Her lips lingered, but there was still no tongue.
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