Clay s velvet voice is the key to my undoing. When he whispers in my ear, be it in person or over the phone, my head spins and my pussy melts. His words are warm caresses, stroking my mind and filling it with lascivious images. The first night he uttered such naughty sweet nothings to me, it was like setting off a switch. My heart raced even faster and my pussy got glossy wet. I writhed and moaned, begging Clay to keep talking, to tell me every sexy thing he wanted to do to me. And I wasn t the only one who thought it was a turn on. Before long Clay was begging me to describe how I was going to suck him off or ride his cock until we both exploded in orgasm.
Using dirty words to spin even dirtier fantasies became a specialty of ours, one that we use quite often. Clay s job requires numerous business trips, so and sultry phone sex is a way for us to get a sex fix even when we are miles apart. Clay s last trip was no different. The first night he was away, I snuggled under a comforter. Feeling warm and sexy, I waited for the phone to ring.
Even knowing it would ring, when it did, I jumped with a start. My heart raced with anticipation as I reached to lift the receiver and, when I pressed it to my ear, it was cool against the flesh of my blushing auricle.
Hello, I said softly, certain it was Clay.
Hi, baby doll. The velvet tones of his voice made his words seem to float back to me. They caressed my senses as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I knew it was you, I sighed, sinking back into the pile of pillows on the bed. How s the party?
Party s fine, booze, boobs and beads everywhere. But I think they d be disappointed to hear you call it a party, he chuckled, and in my mind s eye, I could see his lips move. It was one of the first things I focused on when we met. Made my pussy wet every time.
Booze, boobs and beads? I said. Only you could get so lucky to have a conference in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. I m so jealous.
Well, you re right, it s quite a party. Got my dick hard. Then his voice turned to cream. Kept thinking of you, wondering what you re doing.
Yeah? I asked, pausing just enough to turn the tension meter up a notch. Did you see Brian yet?
This morning, but he skipped the afternoon session. Then I saw him an hour or so ago, dancing with some half naked blonde . . . pressed up against each other, both of them with about a hundred strands of beads hanging from their necks. What are ya doin ? His voice got deeper and the question dripped Louisiana.
Why do you suddenly sound Cajun?
Maybe I m jus feelin Cajun, he teased. You like a Cajun man? His tone was seductive, like his chuckle. Then he repeated himself, pulling me in. You like Cajun man, cher?
Instantly I was aware of my moistening pussy, and I giggled softly. So then, tell me what you re doing? He was being tenacious as always. I was lying on the bed, propped back in the pillows. What are you doing?
I m stroking my cock, he moaned. What are you wearing?
My little red kimono, I murmured, brushing my fingers over my hardening nipples, beneath the folds of silk.
I knew that, he said, moaning softly. I imagined and felt his lips plucking at the awakening nub through my robe and, as if standing aside, I saw it, making me shudder. You did?
I saw it just as I was asking. His voice trembled like mine.
Can you see what I m doing now? I mewed.
Are . . . are you playing with your pussy?
Is that what you see? I twirled and then pinched my left nipple. I winced and he moaned. God, I hope so, he said and, putting truth to the vision, I slid my hand between my legs and plucked at my slippery labia.
I m so wet, I whispered, almost a hiss.
You make me hawd, cher. There was Louisiana speech again.
I slipped my fingers into my slit and stirred. You sound so sexy when you do that Cajun thing, I sighed, and pushed the tips of my first and middle fingers in. Tell me how you re stroking your dick.
With my fist, cher. With my fist, he said.
If I was there, would you stroke it for me?
Right in front of your face.
I d suck on the head while you stroked it, I purred. I d suck on it and swirl my tongue around your little come hole . . . and I d squeeze your balls, too. I d squeeze and pull them, and when you pulled up on your dick, sliding your hand up to the head to milk some pre come, I d lick it from where it spilled on your fingers.
Oh, baby, suck it! he blurted. I m squeezing it hard, right under the rim, and oooh, lick it, yeah, lick it like that.
I could see his cockhead, so swollen and red. I clutched my pussy in my hand and felt him enter me. I want to fuck you, I said, pushing my fingers in deep. Fuck me, Clay.
I want to eat you. I want to eat you and fuck you at the same time, he gushed.
I ve always said my ideal man has a mouth at the base of his cock.
You can have anything during Mardi Gras, he chuckled. You can on the phone, for that matter.
I love fucking you on the phone.
I love your cunt. His words rushed into my ear and spun in my head. I m going to suck on it just like you did my dick. I m going to suck your pussy into my mouth. I ll suck on it and let my tongue slither around in your playground and lick your clit . . . I want you to do something for me.
Tell me, I gasped breathlessly.
Put your fingers in your cunt. Just like I would while I was sucking your big, juicy clitty. Sucking it between my lips and rubbing it with my hot tongue. Can you feel the heat?
My fingers his fingers plunged in and out of my cunt. They pushed in deep and rubbed and massaged the inner walls. I pressed my thumb against my engorged bud and rubbed it in circles. I rubbed it hard and fucked myself, exactly as I knew Clay would. I feel it, I gasped again.
Do you have a wand nearby? he breathed.
I reached over to the nightstand and my hand fell on my vibrator, The Silver Bullet. Not a wand, I whispered. A bullet.
Ooh, better yet. Put it where my mouth is. Let me fuck you with my dick, with the mouth at the base of it. Let me fuck you and suck you at the same time.
I opened my labia wide and slipped the bullet in between them. Oh, Clay! I called out, and let the lips close, fold by fold, around the cold smoothness. Oh Clay, eat me. Fuck me. I plunged and spread my fingers in my juicy cunt.
I ll slide my cock in all the way and hold it there while I pinch and pull at your pussy lips, like I ve seen you do with your fingers. Then I ll withdraw and tease your hole, just rubbing my dick around it, but not going in. Then I ll thrust all the way in again, tickle your gate and suck on your clit.
I let out a whimper. I had a ringside view of his lips sucking on my throbbing cherry. They moved much as they did when he chuckled. I cried out again and saw his dick pressing into my pussy walls as it thrust in and out.
God, baby, I m going to come, he gushed. I m going to come now!
Shoot your hot juice in my cunt, Clay. Saying these words, imagining his come shooting off inside me, I exploded in orgasm, my juices bathing his cock and balls.
We fell into silence, one of those long pregnant silences. I could hear laughter and reckless celebration, muffled by distance. I heard jazz and the heart of New Orleans somewhere beyond the pounding of our hearts.
Oh, Clay, for someone who never did it till a few months ago, you ve gotten pretty good at phone sex. I wondered if he could see the smile on my face. I love it.
Really? Couldn t tell, he teased.
It s a good thing, too. All the traveling you ve been having to do for the agency. I d be out of my mind by now for wanting you.
Being together is better, but I swear, Jess, sometimes this is almost like it. I mean, I can actually feel you. I never would have believed it before. As he spoke, I could hear him moving around.
What are you doing? I asked.
Going over to the window, he said. Geez, I wish you could be here. See all this. It s crazy. People dancing, drinking. Women showing off their breasts for beads.
You mean they re actually flashing their tits?
Lifting up their shirts and baring all, jiggling for everyone to see. You should see this one. They ve got to be store bought. I d love to see you dancing around like that. You d put em all to shame, cher.
Are you standing naked in the window? The image had piqued my interest. He sighed. Are you really? I was blushing at the thought of his naked body, with the lights of Mardi Gras dancing across his moist skin, glistening with sex.
I m on the second floor, he offered as if that was that.
If I was dancing in that street, showing off my tits, and looked up at your window, could I see you?
I stood, threw off my robe, captured the phone in the crook of my neck, stretched my arms out to my side, closed my eyes and began to
dance around. I looked up, and there he was in the shadows, but I could see him. I could see the lights, blue and red and orange. Oh, I can see you, baby, I whispered.
I see you, too, he said. I see you throw your hands in the air and wiggle your ass and look up at me. I can see the beads shifting and slipping across your gorgeous breasts. I see your nipples sticking out from between them.
As I moved and swayed, I pinched my right nipple. I can feel the beads bouncing against my nipples. I feel it, Clay.
Can you see my cock s getting hard again?
I can, I said. I see a flash of blue light bolt up it.
Blue? Feels more like red, he said and moaned.
I see you wrappin your hand around it and strokin , I added.
You ve got it, Jess, he said softly.
I ve got what? I said absentmindedly, my hand slipping between my legs. I could smell sex in the air.
The voice, he said. You ve got the perfect voice for this.
You think so? I whined playfully, doing my best Fran Drescher voice.
God, don t do that . . . you ll make me come, he chuckled, and then he made that soft sound, like the elevator had just dropped out from under him for a split second. I m hoping you ll come up here, to my room, and . . . dance for me.
Private dancer? I cooed.
Yeah. Be my private dancer, he moaned.
Would you sit and watch, or would you dance with me? I asked, undulating my hips, as if in his face, and then turning in place.
Oh, I d sit and watch for a while. I d touch you, lay my hands on the curves of your breasts and waist and hips, feel and caress you while you dance for me.
My hands glided down my body, defining its curves as he had said. Feels so good, I sighed. I m lifting my breasts for you to see.
I ll lick and tease your nipples. They re sweet and salty in this heavy night air. Tastes good, he said.
Suck them hard, Clay. I surprised myself.
Suck them hard? And rake them with my teeth?
Oh, yes, I said, scraping my thumbnail across one. It tingled and shot a hunger pang straight into the core of my cunt.
I ll suck on it so hard, I ll suck the whole thing and half your tit into my mouth, and when I pull off it, I ll twist my grip and suck a little harder just as your hard, hot nipple leaves my mouth. Then I ll move right to the other nip and twist it between my lips and release it, but I ll grab it right back up and nibble it. Can you feel my teeth?
I can, I gasped, pinching hard and bending forward in a flinch. I fell back onto the bed, saying, My fingers slide through your hair, wanting you closer to me. I want you to melt into me. I threw my legs wide open and thrusted three fingers in and out of my ravenous pussy. Oh, Clay, melt into me.
I ll slide inside you and walk around, feeling and touching every inch of you. I ll eat your pussy from the inside out. Can you feel my tongue slithering out of your hole and curling up to lick your clit?
I could feel it and see it. Oh, lick it, lick it please. I was gasping almost everything I said now.
You bet, I ll lick it. I ll whip it. I ll slap your pussy with it, until the thought of my tongue wiggling back up inside you sends your cunt into spasms, and suddenly it won t be my tongue anymore, it ll be my dick plunging into your soul. A series of moans stroked the silence of his pause. I saw him standing in that window, his hand moving quickly up and down the shaft of his raging cock, slippery with all the pre come that had flowed from it, and my mouth began to water.
I m dancing for you in front of the window, and I m sliding down your body until I m on my knees. I m sprinkling kisses all over your belly and the tops of your thighs. I m licking across that little hollow by your hipbone, and my hair is clinging to the sticky head of your dick. I heard him shudder.
I m going to wrap my fingers around your cock and stroke it for you. My lips will slip right over the tip and I ll suck on the head while I do it. Clay was moaning really loud.
I ll pump my mouth up and down and swallow you deeper. Can you feel it? He gasped and moaned and gasped again. My fingers were flying furiously in and out of my pussy.
Jess, she s looking up here, he said. She s looking up at me.
She sees you? My mind raced with colorful images of the festive street below and Clay standing in the window with his neon cock in his hand.
I think so, he murmured.
My mouth will plunge and pull on your dick. It ll slide all the way down until you feel your cock going into my throat. Feel it, Clay. . . feel my hands sliding around, over your hips and around to your butt. Feel my fingers digging into your asscheeks. Feel me squeezing them. Clay s moans were flowing one after the other, like ripples on a pond.
I ll wrap my arms around you and hug you to me while I suck on your dick, I said a little louder, and he moaned a little louder. I could tell he was getting very close.
It s buried in my mouth, I said. It s buried in my mouth, and you can t get away. My arms are around you, and I m squeezing your ass.
Clay was pounding his cock so hard, I could hear his hand slapping against his balls. Smack. Smack. Smack. Or was it the sound of my own hand against my thighs, I m still not sure.
God, I m going to come, he warned.
Come, baby. Come in my mouth, I cried.
Damn! Damn! Damn! he yelled, each spurt accompanied by an expletive.
That s it. Shoot down my throat! I said. And then my voice crescendoing then fading, I repeated, Shoot down my throat . . . shoot down my throat. The picture in my head was so real, I could taste it, and next thing my orgasm bathed my hand.
Whew! I shot come all over the window. I ve got to sit down before I fall down, he said. Damn, when you move in for the kill, you move in!
Sometimes a girl s got to do what a girl s got to do, I giggled.
I could see the headlines now, he said. man dies in fall from window cock in his hand and a smile on his face.
Well, you deserved it, with all that talk about your tongue coming from inside. Your imagination astounds me.
What can I say, you inspire me.