“Then Jason kisses my neck and lightly holds me still while his lips drag along my skin, chasing goosebumps all over me. He lets go and leaves me standing naked and alone. I hear some movement and feel some fur touch my wrist, like a scarf or a fluffy hat, and then it clips shut. My other arm feels the same thing, and before I know what’s going on the fur cuffs on my wrists lift into the air, stretching my arms apart.”
“Oh… god.” I picture myself in her place, arms up, displaying my naked body from head to toe.
“He has me tied Becca, naked and blindfolded, tied to something in our room. He tells me to stay still. I smell the fragrance again, and this time I hear wet sounds. He’s oiling his hands and then touching my shoulders; it’s wet, and warm.
“He oils my body as thoroughly as humanly possible. Every inch of my skin is pleasured as Jason rubs my body until it’s all slick and wet. Then he concentrates on my chest. My nipples roll across his fingertips as he toys with them over and over. I think I might pass out from the extended attention, but I simply move my hips from within my restraints. I want him so much.”
“Mmmm, Kara?”
“Yeah,”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Definitely.”
“I wish I could see that.”
“Just listen,” she takes the conversation back, “By the time his hands work down my belly and between my legs I’m begging for it. He takes his time though, and when he finally runs his thick fingers across my swollen clit, I’m shaking, screaming, instantly cumming and cumming in what was easily the most explosive… ”
“Mmmmuuuuhhhhhh… UUUHHHHH Fu-u-u-u-u-UCKKK!” I groan and then shout into the phone, cutting her off with a splintering cum tearing my psyche in half. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!
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“Um… orgasm I ever… had. Becca, you okay?”
I have to laugh as she doesn’t even make to the sex part of her story and I’m a mess on my couch, panting and shaking and wet.
“Oh god that was good,” I shiver, “keep going. Sorry.”
“Jesus, did you just come? I ha-have to admit… that was pretty hot Beck. I can tell you the rest of the story at another ti…”
“NO! I mean… no, keep going… uh, please?” I know I have more orgasms lined up and ready to launch. I think Kara underestimates my sickness.
“Okay… well, so I come right there, hanging in midair with my legs flailing and my hips twisting. His hands stay against me, and I rub into them as best I can, until I brush against something else…”
“Oh my lord in heaven let it be,” I groan without restraint or better judgement.
“I guess I’ll have to be the one to describe Jason’s cock for you,” she teases, causing me to breathe heavy and hold the phone tightly to my ear. “I felt it brush against my leg and my ass a couple times while he rubbed me down, but when I feel it press my inner thigh with intent; I know how thick and excited he is. His cock is long Becca, too long. Against my leg like that I get a real feel for how turned on he is. He drags it up to my waist.”
I stay silent, picturing my good friend and coworker in the best/worst possible way. It’s thrilling to think of him like this.
“I can only submit, trying to regain my composure from my climax as he presses into me. It’s oily and it drags along my legs, up and down my slippery butt, sliding across the small of my back, and then wedging between my thighs just below where I desperately need him.”
“You must have been going crazy!” I moan, getting a little energy back.
“Definitely, and I thought he would do it right there with me hanging in the air. Instead, he loosens my bonds and guides me to the bed. I lay face down and feel him secure my arms to the corners. When he gets behind me on the bed, his hands pull my hips up and he sets his cock between my cheeks.”
“Oh god… so fucking hot,” I moan, maybe cry.
“So hot. Jason’s a nice guy, right?” she asks.
“Extremely.”
“Which is why it surprises me when he starts talking about how he is in control now, and how he will be using my pussy to get himself off. Becca, he told me I better keep my mouth shut while he fucks me, and to pretend I enjoy it.
“Ooooh fuuuuuuck Kara,” I vocalize my arousal, “He really said that?”
“He did, and when he pressed his weight onto my shoulders and pushed it inside me, I felt completely taken by him.”
“Mmmm, taken,” I groan as my wet fingers find new combinations with which to fuck myself.
“Right? I mean I’m usually in control most of the time, but this time it was like he took all the pressure off. I didn’t have to do anything, say anything, or be a part of it really at all. I just had to lay there and feel his body on mine, giving me one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”
“Oh shit Kara, I want that so bad…” I moan over the line.
“I think he really got off on it, since he started getting carried away. I’ve never had sex that hard in my life, and once he got going, I could only lay there as he pounded that big cock into my pussy with such force, I thought it would break off inside me,” she moans, clearly working herself up on the other end of the line. She pauses and breathes heavily for a moment; it’s beautiful.
I picture her sitting back with her hand stuffed in her pants as she relives a passionate moment from her memories.
“How did it feel Kara, tell me.”
“Like I was finally getting something I’d been missing,” she reveals, “like my sex life had found a new beginning. Like I could just let Jason be the one to take charge so I could just enjoy the experience. We had always had sex before then; but that night, with my face in a pillow… he fucked me.”
“God yes! But how did it feeeeel?” I urge, hoping for more graphics while my hand chops at my cunt like an eager beaver.
“Oh Becca, it was like being impaled by a rocket ship, so big and insistent. He filled me beyond full, and then emptied me completely, over and over. I’m drooling wet as he fucks me Rebecca, hard and fast. My body convulses and I’m ready to cum again. He keeps fucking me like that, laying on top and punching his cock into me. Right when I’m about to cum, he tells me I’m not allowed to cum again, not until he does.”
“Fuck. He didn’t.”
“He did. I want to cum so badly, and his cock feels so amazing sliding in and out of me, it takes all my power to hold off as his urgency piles up,” she practically moans into the phone, “Then he grabs my hair in his fist, and something explodes inside of me.”
“Was it Jason?”
“It’s both of us, actually. We came so hard together we almost broke the bed. He pulled my head back and grunted in my ear as he came and came inside of me. I couldn’t move, but I climaxed so hard Becca. So incredibly hard.”
“Oh shit,” I breathe desperately, silently rubbing myself and trying not to cum in her ear again, but her description is too intense. With a shaky frigging-myself-off voice I manage, “I hope you don’t mind… but I’m ah… ah… picturing myself… mmmm… in your place, Kara.”
“Oh my god, with Jason?” I hear her desperation.
“Maybe.”
“You’d let him fuck you?”
“I don’t know, I definitely… want someone… uh, to fuck me like that,” I plead.
There is a brief silence, if you can call two women huffing sexual exasperation into their phones a silence. Then Kara speaks.
“I want that.”
“Hmmmm?”
“I want that Becca. I really want Jason to give you that, in person.”
“What? You do? Kara, are you serious?” My shock turns to instant sensation as I process her words.
“I’m serious Becca. Would you let him?”
“Right now, in a heartbeat.”
I hear her breath pick up tempo and know she’s getting off on the idea. Reaching another peak myself, her offer has my brain working frantically to envision the scene.
“Mmmm…” she moans, “we’ll have to set it up just right, but I think he’d do it Becca.”
My juices flow as she says it. I can’t help but spur her on.