arsehole was on fire.
An inch-wide toy did that? Jacob’s cock was far broader.
I was in a whole heap of a completely different type of trouble with this fantasy.
Gritting my teeth in anticipation of pain, I eased the plug up and down. A strange sensation of my arse being filled and the plug rubbing against the wall separating it from my cunt took my thoughts on a different journey.
How would it feel to have my arse and pussy filled?
Using the fingers of my free hand, I inserted them into my other hole, pushing in and out in time with the butt plug. I pressed against the wall, feeling the rigidity of the plug, the sponginess of my arousal. And then the phone rang.
I took my fingers from my pussy and jabbed the speakerphone button.
“Hello?”
“Hi, love, how are you?”
“Fine,” I managed, my throat tight.
“And the girls?”
I struggled to keep lust from my voice as I sent my hands back down between my spread-eagled legs. “Er, yep, good. I spoke to them earlier.”
“I’m sorry I’m ringing so late, it’s been a heck of an intense day. I’ve only just got back to my hotel room.”
“That’s okay, I…” My voice trailed off as I subjected the plug to another prod and it popped completely in for the first time. I blew out a long, slow breath, willing for control of my body as wicked sensations ruled.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m…I’m just lying on the bed.” I squirmed, the fullness overwhelming and my anus taut and hot. It didn’t matter where I wriggled, though, the feeling followed.
“Are you thinking of me?”
“God, yes, yes, Jacob. I wish you were here. I wish you were here being the man you were in the alley. It was so hot, so shocking.” My words were fast and tripped over themselves.
He hesitated for a second, then lowered his voice. “I can be him again if you want?”
“Now?”
“Yes, now, if that’s what you want.”
A fevered flush of anticipation travelled over my skin, and my pelvis contracted around the invasion in my arse. I wanted Jacob to be that primitive, carnal man who took what he wanted. The thought of him speaking like that while I was so aroused and rudely penetrated was divine.
There was a moment of suspended, silent anticipation. I could hear him breathing.
“Are you touching yourself, you filthy little whore?” Jacob’s raw, rusty rapist’s voice shimmered through me, bringing a tide of emotions with it.
My breath hitched and I shut my eyes. “Yes.”
“Naked?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for the evil, depraved man you shouldn’t want but do?”
“Very.”
“You really are a slut, aren’t you, always asking for it.”
“I’m asking, I’m asking for all of it. I want the man who grabbed me in the alley and fucked me against the wall until I could barely remember my own name. I want that man to take me again, hard and fast and without a thought for me, just himself.”
His breath hitched, and the sound of it brought a spear of pleasure to my cunt. I drove two fingers back into my wet heat.
“Tell me exactly what you’ve been doing to your slutty little body while you’ve been thinking of that sick fuck.”
Did I want to do that? Be totally honest about what I’d been doing? I couldn’t make up my mind, and my mouth engaged before I could stop it. “I have a butt plug in my arse.”
“Fuck. Christ, Karen.”
I gave a strained smile at catching him off guard. Of shaking him out of character. He hadn’t expected a response like that. We hadn’t had phone sex in years.
“What does it feel like? Tell me…whore.”
The last word was a tag-on, broken in half, and came out croaky. I could imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, fists balled as the image of me bombarded his mind. His added responsibility of staying in role, drooping his neck and causing him to gnaw on the inside of his cheek the way he did when concentrating.
“It stings, but I like it.”
“More. Tell me
An inch-wide toy did that? Jacob’s cock was far broader.
I was in a whole heap of a completely different type of trouble with this fantasy.
Gritting my teeth in anticipation of pain, I eased the plug up and down. A strange sensation of my arse being filled and the plug rubbing against the wall separating it from my cunt took my thoughts on a different journey.
How would it feel to have my arse and pussy filled?
Using the fingers of my free hand, I inserted them into my other hole, pushing in and out in time with the butt plug. I pressed against the wall, feeling the rigidity of the plug, the sponginess of my arousal. And then the phone rang.
I took my fingers from my pussy and jabbed the speakerphone button.
“Hello?”
“Hi, love, how are you?”
“Fine,” I managed, my throat tight.
“And the girls?”
I struggled to keep lust from my voice as I sent my hands back down between my spread-eagled legs. “Er, yep, good. I spoke to them earlier.”
“I’m sorry I’m ringing so late, it’s been a heck of an intense day. I’ve only just got back to my hotel room.”
“That’s okay, I…” My voice trailed off as I subjected the plug to another prod and it popped completely in for the first time. I blew out a long, slow breath, willing for control of my body as wicked sensations ruled.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m…I’m just lying on the bed.” I squirmed, the fullness overwhelming and my anus taut and hot. It didn’t matter where I wriggled, though, the feeling followed.
“Are you thinking of me?”
“God, yes, yes, Jacob. I wish you were here. I wish you were here being the man you were in the alley. It was so hot, so shocking.” My words were fast and tripped over themselves.
He hesitated for a second, then lowered his voice. “I can be him again if you want?”
“Now?”
“Yes, now, if that’s what you want.”
A fevered flush of anticipation travelled over my skin, and my pelvis contracted around the invasion in my arse. I wanted Jacob to be that primitive, carnal man who took what he wanted. The thought of him speaking like that while I was so aroused and rudely penetrated was divine.
There was a moment of suspended, silent anticipation. I could hear him breathing.
“Are you touching yourself, you filthy little whore?” Jacob’s raw, rusty rapist’s voice shimmered through me, bringing a tide of emotions with it.
My breath hitched and I shut my eyes. “Yes.”
“Naked?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for the evil, depraved man you shouldn’t want but do?”
“Very.”
“You really are a slut, aren’t you, always asking for it.”
“I’m asking, I’m asking for all of it. I want the man who grabbed me in the alley and fucked me against the wall until I could barely remember my own name. I want that man to take me again, hard and fast and without a thought for me, just himself.”
His breath hitched, and the sound of it brought a spear of pleasure to my cunt. I drove two fingers back into my wet heat.
“Tell me exactly what you’ve been doing to your slutty little body while you’ve been thinking of that sick fuck.”
Did I want to do that? Be totally honest about what I’d been doing? I couldn’t make up my mind, and my mouth engaged before I could stop it. “I have a butt plug in my arse.”
“Fuck. Christ, Karen.”
I gave a strained smile at catching him off guard. Of shaking him out of character. He hadn’t expected a response like that. We hadn’t had phone sex in years.
“What does it feel like? Tell me…whore.”
The last word was a tag-on, broken in half, and came out croaky. I could imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, fists balled as the image of me bombarded his mind. His added responsibility of staying in role, drooping his neck and causing him to gnaw on the inside of his cheek the way he did when concentrating.
“It stings, but I like it.”
“More. Tell me
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