Oh fuck. I start moving my hand faster, waves of pleasure rolling over me, my balls tightening. “She has to suck it,” I murmur, “because she made Daddy hard. She teased Daddy too much, and he got hard because she’s so beautiful and he loves her so much that it makes him feel good.”
“Oh yeah,” she purrs, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if she’s masturbating too.
“I would have to tell her how to do it,” I continue, absorbed by my narrative. “‘Kiss it,’ I’d say. ‘It feels so good for Daddy when you kiss him there.'”
“Would she like it?”
“Yes.” Oh God, yes, she would like it. My cock throbs in my hand and I feel precum at the tip. It prompts me to throw back the covers and reach for the hand cream in my bedside table. “She would be a little nervous at first, but then I would tell her to suck it down in her mouth, and when she saw how much it turned me on, she’d get excited, too.”
“Yeah?” Her voice is breathy. She’s definitely masturbating, I think, squeezing my cock with my moisturized hand and starting to work it harder and faster.
“Yeah. Her little pussy would be craving Daddy’s cock, but she needs to suck me right now, I need to get off. Daddy needs to fuck his little girl’s mouth.”
“Mm. It’s good, isn’t it? Her sweet little mouth? So good for Daddy’s cock.”
“So good.” I’m right on the edge, so close to coming now. “It’s so much sweeter than her mother’s mouth. Daddy needs his sweet little girl’s mouth.”
“Oh fuck,” she laughs in raspy surprise. “That’s dirty.”
I’m running my hand up and over the sensitive head of my cock as I stroke, my balls lifting and tightening, and I’m just about to come. “I would tell her ‘Daddy’s got a big load of cum for you’… Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Wait!” she exclaims. “I’m so close. Please, Daddy. Tell me about the big load you have for me.”
Fuuuck. “Oh God, baby. Daddy has the biggest load for you. Daddy’s going to fill your sweet little mouth with his cum. Oh fuck, baby. I’m going to come in your mouth. Here it comes, sweetheart, oh fuck, here’s all my cum for you.” I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm rocks through me, making my hips buck, and I hold my cock against my stomach as it jerks and pulses, covering my abs in my cum.
In my ear I hear Cynthia gasp several times in rapid succession. The sound makes me groan and squeeze my shaft with a final, small current of pleasure. She takes a minute to recover and then speaks first.
“Well, that was fun.”
I blow out a laugh and reach for the Kleenex to wipe myself up. “Yeah. Cynthia…thank you.” It’s suddenly uncomfortable.
I just had phone sex with Cynthia. Cynthia who isn’t exactly my type. Cynthia I work with. Cynthia I rejected.
The intense pleasure of a moment ago recedes as the full implications of what just happened begin to settle into my mind.
I just had phone sex with Cynthia, who now knows the full scope of my deep perversions.
“Xavier,” she says.
“Cynthia,” I try to cut her off, but she continues speaking in earnest.
“Hear me out. I just want to be clear that was just for fun, okay?”
Relief floods through me. “Right. Yes. Okay. Thank you.”
“It’s…we can’t flirt in the office or anything, okay?”
“Of course.” I raise my eyebrows quizzically, wondering what I’m missing here. This is too good to be true.
“I’m…involved with someone there.”
Ahh. “Who?” I ask with a smile. I can’t help myself.
“I shouldn’t tell you,” she answers. “But maybe it’s better you know, so you don’t…say anything.” She takes a breath. “It’s Bob.”
Bob? “Which Bob?” I ask dumbly, searching my mind for any other Bob who works at Kearns & Rochat.
She laughs. “You know which Bob.”
“Oh.” Fuck. “Bob.”
“Yes,” she laughs again. “That Bob.”
There are layers here. There’s the fact that she just had phone sex with me when she’s ‘involved’ with a friend of mine, but that’s not the first thing that comes to mind for me. It’s Cynthia-er, Bob’s Cynthia, his wife-with her carefully-styled hair and pearl earrings, serving us martinis and laughing gracefully at Bob’s dumb jokes. Cynthia Kearns who gives so hopefully of herself to Bob so that she can help him and their family have the life they want.
“Bob’s married, you know,” I say. I can’t help myself. “You know that, right?”
Here I am, the guy who wants to fuck his stepdaughter. I don’t have a leg to stand on. But I can’t felt but feel dumbfounded at the revelation. Bob is cheating on his wife.
“I know,” she says with a touch of irritation. “It just is what it is, okay? But let’s just keep this call between us.”
“Okay,” I concede, half-relieved anyway. At least my secret won’t come out. But I have the sinking sense I participated in something awful-that everywhere in my life, normal boundaries are disintegrating.