He called her on the phone. Knowing she was expecting his call.
She answered: "Hello? Is it you?"
"Shhhh." He said. "What are you wearing?"
"Black bra and lace panties and stockings as you requested"
"Show me."
There was a pause and then a notification ping. He looked at the pic and barely held a groan of satisfaction at what he saw. Her lovely face, long hair, beautiful breasts, lovely stocking covered legs, his favourite woman, dressed in his favourite way.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes"
"Let me spin you a story. Touch yourself as I instruct you."
"Yes"
"Imagine me kissing you. You know the way. The way we both enjoy. Lip nibbles, tender tongue sucking, the way that makes it clear things will go further. That this is not just a kiss. This is the beginning of foreplay. We both knew this would be the night but there's an excitement that this is going to happen. Are you imagining it?'
"I am."
"Good. I break away for a moment and give your right nipple a gentle bite over the fabric. Take a finger and thumb and pinch your right nipple over the fabric."
He heard a sigh of enjoyment. He said "shhhh" she stifled the noise. He was glad she was engaged in the story.
"I moved to the other nipple. Take a finger and thumb and pinch your left nipple over the fabric. This time I bit a little harder, so pinch with your fingernails and imagine that's my teeth."
He heard her moan a little, but could tell she was trying stiffle it to please him. To do as she was directed. That pleased him. Made him harder. Enjoying the control and the shared pleasure.
"I easy off your bra. Please get more comfortable and take off your bra..."
There was a slow pause. A notification ping on his phone. He hadn't asked for it, but again the engagement made him hotter. There she was with her beautiful breasts on show. She was biting her lip. She was so sexy. He wished the miles between them away, but brought himself back to the moment.
"Now wet your finger and thumb and pull on your right nipple. Imagine it's me sucking on it. Making the nipple big. Making it hard."
He too imagined the moments. Allowing himself to get lost in the fantasy with her. To better instruct her all the while.
"Play with both nipples in this way. Make them nice and wet. I am a slathering monster. My big tongue flicking the nipple. Enjoying the arousal... Pinch them occasionally. Use those nails, as hard as you like. That pressure is my teeth. That pinching is my sucking. That flicking is not your finger but the tip of my hungry tongue.... Are you doing this as your told?"
"Yes." She murmured.
"Good. Keeping touching, toying, enjoying my hot breath on your beautiful breasts" He allowed her time to get engrossed in the nipple play. Then told her to stop.
"Now I return to kiss you but my hands wonder down your body. Run a hand down your body. Enjoy the sheer feel of your stockings against your hand as I would be. Run a hand up your inner thigh. Stop before the panties."
Even on the phone there was the slightest sound of her moving around heard over her breathing. His ear was attuned and listening to her every sigh.
"Now suck two fingers. Get them nice and wet and run the two fingers down between your breasts... Imagine it's my tongue.... Run it across your tummy, around your belly button and continuing down to the top of your panties... Press the two fingers on your mound over your panties. I am there. Between your legs. Kissing your thighs. Enjoying the stocking feeling on my lips. Enjoying the heat of your wetness over your panties. Are you imagining?"
"Yes. Can I touch myself?"
"No. Soon. Ease the panties to one side. I kiss you on the thighs. Either side of the mound. I wish I was there. I wish this wasn't just words. I want to enjoy your warmth and wetness against my lips. To enjoy the scent and heat. Take a fingernail and run it over your clit as though a tooth brushed over it. Then take a finger tip and gently tease one of your pussy lips. Are you doing as I instruct and no more?"
"Yes."
"Take your two wet fingers and imagine I am lapping at your clit. My big tongue pressing and devoted time to your clit to begin with. Are you pressing nice and hard on your clit for me? Using lapping motions for me?"
"Yes, Yes."
"Good. Now plunge those fingers deep inside yourself. It's not your fingers. It's my tongue. Enjoying you. Exploring you. Delving deep and savouring your wetness. Tasting you and groaning with enjoyment. Are you imagining it?"
"Yes." He was delighted with the tone and heat in her response. A simple Yes conveyed so much more.
"Good. Explore your pussy lips with your fingers. Imagine my tongue. A hungry tongue. An experienced tongue, but new to the joys of your uniqueness. I want to map you with the tip of my tongue. Enjoy my tongue. Take a finger tip. Tease your lips. I am in no rush. You are caressing the back of my head. I dictate. I choose where to lick you. How hard and how slow, but your fingers are my tongue. Take joy in my tongue. My technique. My unmistakable joy in being there. My yearning to please and to tease. Touch yourself the way you have always wanted a strangers tongue to explore you for the first time. Do it. Do it for me. Are you imagining it. Are you doing it?"
"Oh yes. Yes I am."
God he was so hard. He fell silent and listened hard for a moment. She was clearly lost in the scenario. Her fingers writing the story, where he could only direct so well, so far away and at the end of a phone.
"Show me" he said.
A few moments passed. Breathing changing delightfully to tell him she was enjoying it.
A ping notification went on his phone.
The thumbnail still of the short video showed her fingers in her pussy. He would delight in that later. Once he had excited her. Once she was sated.
Then he could tell that she was touching herself faster. He said "slow down. Just play at the entrance for me". She said yes, but there was no change to what he was hearing, what he was feeling down the line. He said "stop touching for a moment". There was a stop, but a reluctance that made him feel he had lost control. He didn't think that he was in control so he hung up the call. He was rock hard. Horny. Wanting to touch her. Wanting to take control again. But he wouldn't put up with not being in charge. Not assuming his role and being able to dictate the proceedings on the line. He dropped his trousers. Dropped his pants. Got completely naked. The phone sprang into life again as she called him back. But he ignored it. Left it buzzing and ringing on the bed as he paced out of his bedroom. Hard as a board and horny as hell he paced along his bedroom landing, threw open the spare bedroom door and there she was. Phone to her ear, wet and a surprised and apologetic look on her face.
"I thought this was strictly a phone night?" She said. He got down on the bed next to her and without a word just kissed her passionately. Hungrily. She submitted immediately. He took charge. "From behind" he whispered masterfully. She liked his energy and commanding tone. This wasn't retribution for getting carried away with the touching. It was simply taking charge again with an element or escalation and him needing to enjoy her this way. This turned her on. Made her feel needed, adored, wanted.
He slid inside her from behind and it felt amazing. No more talking, no more foreplay, just enjoy her. He knew she liked to be spanked so he wasted no time in doing so. He pulled on her hips to thrust himself deeper. She was still reeling from switching from the visceral to the physical but he gave her no breathing room to catch up. She liked the hard cock inside her and the spontaneous horniniess that she'd clearly sparked in him. He slapped her butt cheeks. Quite hard but no malice behind it. She trusted him. He was strong, bold and wow his cock was hard. Harder than she had felt from him before. She took a sense of pride in it and ground back on it to enjoy the full length of him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and she chuckled. It was a nervous chuckle with a hint of nervousness at the sudden tugging discomfort she hadn't been expecting. He was pounding her. She wanted to play with herself but hadn't been told to so just enjoyed his heavier breathing, his groans of enjoyment. He went faster. But he must have sensed her mood and said. "Do you have the toy like I told you?" She said yes between pants of excited breathing. He said "use it now". She fumbled in the bedclothes under incessant strokes of his swelling cock and she knew she was not going to take long. This hadn't been the plan, but that had unexpectedly made it better.
The humming began and she whimpered a little at the first touch on her clit. He could feel the vibration as he went in and out of her. He hadn't told her but he always enjoyed the sensation of a vibrator being on whilst he's enjoying penetration. He felt himself beginning to get close. He changed the angle a little, brought his knees under her a little and reached around and grabbed her nipples. She gasped as he took her weight off of her stabilising one hand and brought her torso upwards. He was enjoying her breasts as he kept up the rythmiic thrusts he lent his head forward and nibbled her shoulder. She loved this angle. The passion. The minor discomfort of what was definitely a hickey bite in the making. He moved to her neck and gave a deeper hotter hickey and she upped the speed on the vibrator to the max. She slipped with the vibrator a little and it touched his cock as it slipped in and out of her. He gripped her tightly and let his hips move fast and hard. He was going to cum. The crescendo could not be ignored or teased any longer. He needed it now and he would take and enjoy his climax. She couldn't believe that she was also reaching a peak. Would they cum together? He felt the telling tension that he was close. He was getting hot and bothered. A bead of sweat ran down his nose as he felt her tighten around him. Was she cumming? They both came. It was elation meets satisfaction. They shuddered. He exploded on a deep in stroke and let out almost a primal roar of ecstasy as she moaned delightfully. Both reveling in the feelings and the noises they had conjured from each other. They fell forward and his dominance gave way to a tenderness in the hug that told her how much joy she had given him. How much he had enjoyed her. How sexy and satisfying he found her. They stayed there. Coiled and messy. Sated. He kept his alpha mask from slipping and saying anything sappy. But there was no doubting that this had bonded them even more closely than before.
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