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Masturbation phone sex–He paid a backdoor price for cheating on me
Three fingers in and how to have a perfect masturbation phone sex relationship
When asked if I enjoy watching guys jerk off on webcam, the answer is a resounding yes. However, I have to admit that it is not your rock hard cock that compels me to watch.
Faces fascinate me. The look in someone’s eyes when they are experiencing sexual pleasure can only be likened to a man seeing his perfect feminine form. Do you know how it makes your body feel when you behold your feminine ideal? For me, the look on your face during your most intimate masturbation phone sex moment holds the same.
Examples of perfect masturbation phone sex partners are the best way to describe this. After years of therapy phone sex and pegging phone sex, J and I decided to take the plunge and turn on his webcam. I’ll admit, after you’ve done masturbation phone sex calls for years with someone, seeing them for the first time creates nerves on two fronts.
The obvious–will I still be attracted to this person? Well, generally for me I am–the look in someone’s eyes when they are fucking themselves for me and especially in J’s that night made me more motivated to want to drain him of all his cum–in the most delicious of ways.
The second front–will HE be too nervous to do it? I could tell he was and since his bloodstream was devoid of alcohol he was a bit shier than I expect. You see, the cam will do that to you…double edged sword.
Good thing he calls me for masturbation phone sex–all those years of comfort I have undoubtedly provided him culiminated in him sitting his sexy (and yes YOU ARE SEXY J) ass on the bed three fingers in and that look on his face…well let’s just say I have masturbated to it for the past several days. It also doesn’t hurt that J is a dead ringer for my favorite of all time TV Bad man. If you know me…you know who that is.
Masturbation phone sex blows more than minds
The mere thought of seeing you masturbate on Skype makes my pussy pucker. I bet you didn’t know that. While you sit and wait for me to send you some form of communication that indicates my level of need, I am plotting something that will last–kind of like a stubborn stain that won’t go away only it’s a stain you want to keep.
While you slowly stroke your cock and wait for me I am sure you’re pondering our favorite scenario–always with us hooking up irl. Now, we know that cannot happen but the power of the mind is such that each time we engage in our masturbation phone sex fantasy together it sure as fuck feels real. As you stroke your cock and tease your asshole with your finger I am slipping my long fingers up and down my slit and thinking about the same thing. I just love it that your lust and desire for me has morphed into an obsession with playing with myself.
And then I think about that filthy things we could do–and that you’d be willing to slip your dick into me unprotected after I have fucked you slowly with a big dick. You’d be willing to shoot cum up inside me and then listen to me tell you about how my husband eats your load–unknowingly becoming stained with our transgressions as well.
So I know you THINK that my emails are everything but you need to read between the lines. Or read between my lips so to speak. Read them with your tongue, and all your senses and when you cum up for air you’ll know that you blow my mind as much as I blow yours–kiss.
Masturbation phone sex with “The Enforcer”
New employees are a bane to my existence. They especially vex me because there is a learning curve when it comes to the rules of my office. My time is too valuable to spend it over and over again during the business hours to teach them proper office etiquette. I have taken to doing this instruction after hours. It just works out better that way.
Tall men with facial hair bother me. They remind me of my father. The new hire is a tall man with dark hair and a mustache. This look screams filthy porn and masturbation addict. I start calculating in my head the monetary value of the resources he will waste sneaking a peak here and there on my company computers. I have simmered on this all day and have decided that the best way to ensure my office runs like a well oiled masturbation phone sex machine is to indoctrinate this obvious sex addict to my rules.
So that’s where the scene begins.
“Hello, John, thank you for understanding that employee orientations are best held outside of the fray of normal business,”
I begin.
“Oh, you’re welcome, Meredith,” you say.
Mistake–authority needs to be handed out swiftly and with precision.
“Now that you are an employee here you’ll need to refer to me as Mistress, all of the males here do so, do you think you’re special or something?”
It wasn’t that I said this in a particularly mean way–I said it as a matter of course. You could tell it was the masturbation phone sex rule and you also read the slight insult toward your person when I asked if you were special.
“So let’s get down to things shall we?” I say
“What do you think this is a power point presentation? I don’t have time for that, my time is valuable,” I say.
“Of course, Mere….I mean Mistress,”
“You sound like you have a cancre sore that makes you fuckin’ stutter,” and I imitate you. You are mortified.
I lean forward in my chair and you can see the tits hanging in a very sleek bra. Oh no! Your dick is getting hard. You can tell I am the type who can sniff out a man who hasn’t had any in awhile. You press your legs together.
“Have to hit the head there John?” I smirk.
“N-n–ummm uh no.”
“Stand up,” I coo.
There it is the incriminating tent of shame. I start to unbutton my shear blouse allowing your dick a better view. I laugh. YOu are trying to will the erection away but it just isn’t working.
I walk up to you and you smile. I look warm and inviting and for a split second you think you might get a kiss when the unseen movement of my knee connecting with your groin shoots starts to your eyes. You lean in.
“Ahhh, now that’s what I fucking love.” I smack you on the outside of your trousers.
“You look shocked, John. You should know I am very hands on–when a fuck nut needs help my knee is always ready to lend a strike,”
You start to recover. “You know if you were fatter you’d look just like that greasy porn pig Ron Jeremy. I bet you love porno don’t you? I bet you love all that fake shit. I bet you look at yourself in the mirror and try to make it look just like Peter North’s pole,”
“Mistress, I am un”
“You know I don’t give a shit. I so don’t give a shit. You’re just another John to me,”
I rip your pants off of you. Now you stay put asshole.
I go around and open the desk drawer and lay out the largest black dong with strap on you have ever seen. The sheen is gone–it’s had some workouts in the past and your ass twitches to think your anal juices will stain the latex.
“Yeah,” I hike a leg–those silken legs covered in expensive stockings. I take that skirt off, turning my back toward you so that you can see my perfect ass. I take it slowly, feeding what I knew was in there all along. A filthy fuck pig that wants to wallow with the big girls.
When I turn to face you and start to don the Enforcer as you have learned it is called you clinch your butt cheeks together, but you realize that I am heading for your face just a tad too late.
