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Trish lounged on the bed, wearing nothing more than her loose-fitting tank top and her matching fluorescent pink G-string. As she adjusted the hands-free telephone headset, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on her bedroom wall several feet away. Her tight, petite body was partially hidden from view by the little bit of clothing she wore. But her smooth, slightly tanned, long, slender, willowy legs were uncovered and on display for her viewing pleasure. She pulled her white-blond hair out of her face to allow herself an unobstructed view of the image and a smile curved the edges of her full lips.

“Damn, Felix,” she whispered to her absent husband as she waited for his call. “I wish you were here with me. Phone sex is okay, but I can masturbate anytime. I want to feel your massive hunk of man-meat in my tight snatch!”

Forcing herself to remain calm and not start before her husband called, Trish forced her gaze from the mirror to the bed-side nightstand and its array of sex toys. Depending upon what mood she was in and what Felix, bless his sex-addicted perverse soul, wanted her to do for him on the phone, she had a variety of playthings from which to chose. Everything from huge dildos to anal beads to clitoris stimulators to slim vibrators destined for her tight asshole. There was even a mammoth fake cock that had been molded from the gargantuan dick of a porn star that had a suction cup at its base that she could place just about anywhere to ride to orgasm.

She looked at the digital clock. It read 11: 33 PM.

“Felix, come on, damn it! You’re three minutes late!”

As if on cue, the telephone rang. Trish answered it on the first ring, switching the call to her hands-free headset. “Felix?”

“Who else would be calling you at this time of night?”

Trying to suppress a smile, she teased, “You never know, baby. You keep leaving me alone to go on these business trips. A girl can only go without feeling her man’s cock thrusting into her for so long before she starts to seek out a substitute.”

Felix’s warm, rumbling laugh answered. Then he whispered, “Honey, I promise you the longest, hardest fuck of your life the moment I walk in the door in a couple of days. In the meantime, we’ll have to be content with this for a couple of more nights. Okay?”

Trish made sure to put a vocal pout into her words as she said, “I suppose so.”

“How many other husbands call their wives for phone sex each and every night they’re away from home?”

Still teasing him with her pouting voice, she answered, “None that I know of.”

“You know I love you, Trish. And you know I hate being away from you.”

“I know. On both accounts.”

“Good. And you also know how desperately I miss you when we’re apart.”

“I know.”

“And you know badly I want for it to be me inside of your hot, wet pussy instead of forcing you to reply on toys.”

Trish smiled, knowing that the fun was starting. “I know, babe.”

“Are you naked?”

“No.”

“No?” His voice was heavy with surprise. “You say you’re usually naked by the time I call.”

“Usually, yes. Tonight, no. Tonight you have to work a bit harder.”

There was a slight pause, then Felix asked, “You’re really hot tonight, aren’t you?”

“I am, yes.”

“I wish I were there with you.”

“Me, too.”

“Right now.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“And that we were both naked.”

“Yes.”

“And that my cock was buried as deeply inside your dripping snatch as it will go.”

Trish rubbed her pert breasts through the fabric of her tank top, feeling her hard nipples. She shuddered, her breath already quickening. “Yes,” she replied. “And that we were face-to-face as you fucked me so hard. And I had my legs wrapped Konak Escort around you, drawing you even deeper into my body, pulling you against me tighter and tighter.”

“Honey, just thinking about it is enough to make me want to cum.”

“So… Are you naked yet?”

“Yes.”

Trish grinned, imagining Felix’s toned, tan body stretched out on the bed of his hotel room, his seven-inch dick hard as a steel rod, pulsing in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat, a bit of clear pre-cum oozing from its swollen purple tip, his nipples hard and taut as her own were, begging to be licked and suckled and massaged.

“What are you wearing?” he asked her.

“Not much. My pink tank and G-string.”

Felix’s breath hitched. “I’m missing the G-string?”

“I’m afraid so, baby.”

“Fuck, honey! I love you in the G-string!”

“I know. That’s why I wore it.”

“But I can’t see you in it.”

“I know,” she purred.

“Tease,” he accused.

“Aren’t I, though?” She continued rubbing her breasts through her shirt. “So, how long is it going to take you to get me undressed?”

Felix’s voice was thick when he said, “Not long, I hope. I’ve been stroking myself since you answered the phone and I’m already wanting to cum.”

“Not without me you don’t,” Trish whispered into the microphone.

“Then you’d better get started.”

“Who says I haven’t?”

His warm, rich laughter rumbled in her ear again for a moment. Then he said, “Are you lying down?”

“Yes.”

“Sit up on the edge of the bed, babe.”

She did so and told him that she had.

“Peel your tank off.”

Trish grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly, relishing the feel of the soft fabric as it caressed her hot flesh and drug oh, so slowly over her erect nipples. She tossed the tank aside. “Okay,” she purred. “Now the only thing I’m wearing is the G-string.”

Felix grunted. “Baby… Sweet darling… Love of my life… I can’t believe you’re wearing the G-string when I’m not there! Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum soon! Take the G-string off!”

Lying down, feeling the soft downiness of the comforter against her bare back, she asked, “If you were here, how would you take it off of me?”

Groaning softly, Felix said, “I’d gently pull you to the edge of the bed, then spread your legs and kneel between them. I’d slowly draw it down over your perfect, silky thighs and pull it off.”

“Then what would you do, lover?”

“Oh, fuck! Trish, honey… If you want to cum with me, you need to hurry!”

“No, sweetie. You need to slow down. I told you. I’m very hot tonight. And since you’re tormenting me by being away, I get to torment you by making you go ever so slowly.”

“Baby, I can’t. Not now. Not knowing you’re wearing the G-string!”

“You can and you will, sweetheart. Cum now, and I’ll tease you till you pass out on me in anticipation when you get home. Remember last time?”

“Yes.”

“Uh-huh. You came first during phone sex and the instant you walked in the door a week later I led you up here to our room, stripped us both naked, put you on the bed and knelt on your hands so you couldn’t touch either of us. Then what did I do?”

His breathing was coming faster and faster. “You started to touch me, but you were barely touching me. You kept caressing my nipples and stomach and hips and thighs and stroking my cock until I was so hard my dick ached. And you kept it up for hours. You wouldn’t let me up for anything.”

“That’s right.”

“Finally, when I thought was going to die from need for you, you finally mounted me.”

Trish giggled. “And you spurted your hot load in my pussy after I only bounced on your cock twice.”

“And you came Kuşadası Escort an instant later.”

Trish pinched her left nipple between long fingernails as she said, “And that was your first offense. Just imagine what I’d do to you this time.”

His only reply was a long, drawn out moan.

Trish purred, “Did I just hear my honey climaxing?”

“No. I’m so fucking close, though…”

“Hold it in, babe. You haven’t even gotten me out of all my clothes yet. Remember… I’m still wearing your beloved G-string!”

“Fuck! Trish… I can’t wait much longer!”

“You’ll have to, I’m afraid. So, if you were with me now, after you knelt and took my G-string off, what would you do?”

Felix only moaned softly.

Trish licked her full lips, wetting them, then whispered, “Would you lick me?”

“Yes!”

“Would you suck my hard clit?”

“Yes!”

“Would you fuck me with your tongue?”

“Yes!”

“Would you… lap up all of my musky, dewy juice?”

“Fuck, yes!”

“Good,” Trish said softly, hooking her thumbs into the sides of the garment and slowly drawing it down. She lifted her hips to allow space to slide it free, then tossed it aside. “You’ve got me out of the G-string, Felix. And my pussy is so fucking wet! I’m dripping all over our bed. I wish you were here to see it and smell it and taste it!”

“So do I,” he said. His voice was even more strained.

“Poor baby,” Trish said. “You really are about to cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Know what, lover?”

“What?”

“I’m not that close. So you’re going to have to hold on longer or face the consequences when you get home to me.”

“I… I can’t wait, Trish! I can’t!”

“Well, then, I’ll have a bit of time to think up a suitable punishment for you before you come home. Won’t I?” She worked her pert breasts with one hand and diddled her stiff clit with the fingers of her other hand. “Let’s see… What should I do to you for a second offense? Maybe, since you like seeing me in the G-string so much, I should put it on and wear only that around the house for a full day or so while all you can do it sit in a chair, naked, with your hands cuffed behind your back. I think that’ll work! And, maybe, if you’re a very good boy, I’ll step over to you and stroke your cock from time to time. Or maybe suck your nipples a little bit.”

“No! Trish… Please… I couldn’t -“

“Then you’d better not cum without me tonight, baby. Or else that kind of torture is just what you’ll be coming home to.”

“Trish… Please…”

“Felix, honey?”

“Yes?”

“Take your hand off your dick.”

“But it feels so fucking good…”

“I know. But quit stroking it. Just let your cock stand there and drool.”

He groaned again, then said, “Okay. I’m not touching it.”

“But you’re rubbing your nipples for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“But you won’t cum from just that?”

“No.”

“Okay. Leave your cock alone until I tell you it’s okay.”

“Alright.”

“I mean it.”

“Alright.”

Trish smiled at her reflection in the mirror, seeing her nude body flushed with excitement, her pussy running nonstop, drooling her musky-scented silken honey onto the bed, her nipples hard and erect, her long, white-blond hair fanned out around her head. “Felix, baby?”

“Yes?” His breath was considerably more steady now.

“Which toy do you want to be tonight?”

“None of them. I want to be there in person.”

“Mmmm…” she purred. “Good answer, lover. But since you’re not here, which fuck-toy do you want to take your place tonight?”

“Do you have the double-ended one?”

“They’re all here, babe. Our whole collection Foça Escort is laid out on the nightstand, ready and waiting.”

“Use the double one. Slide one end into your pussy, then pull it out and slip it into your tight asshole for me.”

Trish laughed, saying, “You’re trying to make me cum quickly.”

“Yes.”

“It won’t work. I masturbated seven times earlier today so that I could go a long, long time tonight.”

“Oh, fuck…” Felix groaned.

Trish giggled, saying, “I thought you’d like that.” Then, telling him step by step what she was doing, she rolled over and retrieved the requested toy. The bulging, soft rubber cock head slid easily into her soaked snatch. Moaning with pleasure as it filled her tunnel, she shoved it deep inside, fucking herself with it for a full minute before slipping it out. Holding it up, she said, “You should see it, Felix, dear. It’s all wet and glistening with my pussy juice.” She inhaled, adding, “And it smells just like me, too. All sweet and musky.”

“Trish…” Felix groaned.

“You’re not jerking your dick again yet, are you?”

“No.”

“Good boy. Are you still rubbing your nipples?”

He hesitated, then said, “Yes.”

Trish grinned. “And you’re doing something else, too. Aren’t you?”

He hesitated again, then said, “Yes.”

“What else are you doing?”

“Finger-fucking my ass.”

Trish moaned softly, then told him, “Damn! I love watching you do that!”

“I know.”

“I wish I could lick your asshole, then finger-fuck it myself.”

“Me, too.”

“Right now!”

“Yes!”

Trish placed the pussy-lubricated end of the double-dildo against her asshole and began to slowly push it inside of her. “I’m fucking my ass with the dildo, baby!”

Felix groaned. “I need you to slide the other end into your pussy for me.”

Trish smiled and eased the other end of the toy into her pussy, replacing the end that was now ensconced snuggly up her ass. “Okay, lover. Both my holes are filled with cock! Now what do you want me to do for you?”

“Pump your pussy and asshole as fast as you can! Fuck both holes hard and fast!”

Trish began doing so, moaning and writhing on the bed as the two ends of the fuck-toy filled her, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out. Her breathing became ragged. “Fuck, Felix! I’m going to cum soon, darling! Jerk your cock with me, baby! Cum with me! Please, cum with me!”

As she fucked her ass and pussy with the double-ended toy, moaning in ecstasy, she heard Felix’s breathing grow ragged again. Abruptly, a jolt of pure pleasure blasted through her lithe body, causing her to shudder violently.

“I’m cumming, Felix! I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming for you, lover!”

Felix groaned, then bellowed, shouting, “And I’m cumming for you, too, honey! Oh, fuck! Two shots of cum! Three! Four! Damn! I nearly hit myself in the face with the first one!”

Trish continued to writhe on the bed, explosions of electric sparks detonating in her brain, her back arched, both hands still working furiously, fucking her pussy and tight ass with the toy. She shrieked in pure pleasure once more before finally going limp and gasping for breath.

“That was incredible, Felix,” she panted. “Damn, that was good!”

“It was wonderful on this end, too, honey. But that was nothing compared to what I’m going to make you feel when I get home to you in a couple of days. Brace yourself, because I promise you you’re going to cum so hard you’re going to pass out.”

Trish smiled and purred, “I’ll hold you to that promise, lover.”

“No need, honey. It’s not a promise I plan to try and break. Damn. I’ve got cum all over me! I need to go shower.”

“I love you, Felix.”

“And I love you, Trish. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, sweetheart.”

“And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Go shower. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night.”

“Be hot and horny when I call.”

Trish smiled and worked the double-ended fuck-toy that was still in her tight asshole and soaked pussy. “Always, baby. Always.”

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