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.

I was on the road again, this time with a load of Vermont maple syrup destined for points south, and with my stomach growling I pulled into my favorite diner on Route 9 in New York. What makes Mike and Josie s place special is that they cater to truckers, providing not only ample parking for our big rigs and hearty meals at reasonable prices, but also a room with a shower for the night. Let me tell you, for us long haul guys this last is a real plus. Sleeping in the cab gets to be a drag after a while and, just the thought of falling into a comfortable bed will bring a smile to my face.

It was eight o clock, and what I planned to do was wolf down some of Rosie s famous Irish stew, grab maybe six, seven hours of sleep on a real bed, shower and then be back on the road while traffic was still light and I could make some time. The only problem was that I hadn t reserved a room in advance, something Mike and Rosie insisted upon because they had only seven units available and didn t want overtired, quick tempered truckers fighting over them. But I figured I had a decent shot, anyway. First, business seemed really slow tonight, and second, there was a special place in Rosie s heart for me at least that s what I told her when we joked and flirted with each other across the diner counter.

Well, true to form, Rosie kept me hanging all through her stew, which I told her was the best ever. It wasn t until I gulped down the last of my coffee that my favorite redhead handed over the keys to Unit Four, reminding me, yet again, how lucky I was that she had something available. Blowing Rosie a kiss, I left the diner and walked around in back where the seven connecting units were located. Once in my room, I stripped down to my t shirt and boxers and flopped on the bed. Mike and Rosie have thoughtfully put a clock radio in each room, and I set the alarm on mine to go off at four. Then, with the taste of Rosie s great stew still on my tongue, I drifted off to sleep.

Two hours later, I was rudely awakened by what sounded like a train wreck right outside my door. Groggy, I stumbled to the window and looked outside. A pile of junk masquerading as a pickup truck was standing in front of Unit Three, and next to it were a twentysomething couple kissing and groping each other in a sexual frenzy. The guy was a tall, well built blond cowboy in blue denim. The girl he was practically swallowing whole was a good head shorter than him, a curvy little number with curly brown hair that fell passed her shoulders. Her gray jeans looked painted on and her red blouse struggled to contain her breasts. Each was wearing boots and a Stetson, and they looked as if they d come from a country western bar, which I thought might be the case as there was just such a place about a half mile down the road.

Smiling and laughing, they half walked, half stumbled to the room next to mine, he with his big hand clamped onto her small, round butt and she grabbing at his crotch. Their door slammed shut and moments later I heard squeals of pleasure from her and deep throated laughter from him. Then came a shriek of surprise followed immediately by the sound of mattress springs squeaking and wood scraping against wood. I enjoyed the image of the hunky cowboy picking up the petite cowgirl and dumping her on the bed.

Although Rosie s rooms were used for the most part by truckers, I knew that she had no problem renting them to regular folks, horny lovers included. What did surprise me, though, was the fact that I could clearly hear what was going on in the room next to mine, especially if I got up real close to the wall. Geez, it was like I was in the room with them! As I was accustomed to weary truckers who only wanted to sack out, I d never paid any attention to what was happening next door, but hey, this was really interesting. The realization that I would be able to hear this attractive young couple suck and fuck had my pulse beating faster and my swelling cock ready to poke through the opening in my boxers.

Suddenly, though, it got very quiet in there and I got the crazy idea that they suspected I was listening to them. Instinctively, I stepped away from the wall but just as quickly I stepped back when I heard the girl say, Oh yeah, baby, stick that tongue in there. Shove it way up my pussy. I smiled inwardly, realizing that the couple had turned quiet while undressing, not because of me. God, I love the way you eat me, the girl crooned, and with my ear pressed against the wall I lazily stroked my hard cock.

In my mind s eye I pictured the petite beauty sprawled across the bed with her hunky boyfriend feasting between her spread legs. He obviously knew what he was doing because he kept her gasping and mewling with pleasure until she finally groaned that she was coming. Her climax was punctuated by a soulful wail I thought might bring Rosie on the run to see what manner of mayhem was being committed on her property.

Now you go down on him, I said to myself. Sure enough, moments later I was picturing Mr. Cowboy flat on his back while his girlfriend sucked hungrily on his larger than average cock, this delightful image triggered by him saying, Oh, yeah, that s my girl take my big cock down your throat. Mary . . . oh, God . . . yeah . . . yeah!

Although I doubted she needed the encouragement, he continued to spur her on to even greater effort, at one point telling her that she was the prettiest, nastiest little cocksucker this side of the Mississippi. I would have given a week s pay for a knothole in the wall, but at the same time I realized I shouldn t be greedy. I was one lucky son of a gun as it was.

With my ear pressed lightly against the wall, I continued to stroke my pulsing erection but carefully, because I didn t want to come before the cowboy did. We would come together, he in Mary s pussy and me all over Rosie s carpeting.

Although I was enjoying the mental picture of Mary sluttishly sucking on her guy s big cock, I could hardly wait for the moment he mounted her. I already knew that she was vocal in bed, and I was sure that when she had that big cock inside her she d let me know about it, and loudly, too.

Well, Mary exceeded all my expectations. First, there was her clearly voiced plea to be fucked and then, once penetrated, she proceeded to serenade me with a delightful litany of lust, mixing shrieks, grunts and moans with gutter words to express her pleasure in and need for Cowboy s thrusting cock. And, happily, he was anything but silent, talking dirty to Mary as he drilled her. From what they said to each other I knew in what position they were fucking, which just added to the thrilling aural stimulation. It was amazing.

By this time I was a stick of dynamite with a short, short fuse. I couldn t even touch my cock now, that s how ready I was to explode. Finally, Cowboy and Mary ended their fevered fuck, the rapidity and force of Cowboy s thrusts rattling the bed as he and Mary announced their orgasms in voices strangled by excitement. At that moment my cock started gushing. Gasping, I fell back against the wall and just watched my bobbing cock spew forth glob after glob of come.

It grew quiet next door and I staggered to my bed. I don t think I got more than a few hours sleep, but I woke up feeling really good. I stopped to see Rosie before I left and she asked me if I d had a good night.

Yeah, you could say that, I replied with a wink and a smile.

Mr. Frank R., Kingston, Massachusetts

I know this may sound strange to some of your readers, but I get turned on at the sound of my neighbors arguing. What used to get on my nerves and give me a headache now fuels my desire to fuck ravenously, and my live in boyfriend couldn t be happier. I don t understand it, and I don t try to.

Joe and Anita live downstairs from me and Jason. Sometimes it s as if we don t have downstairs neighbors because they can be quiet when they want to be, but when they start arguing, the fighting can last for days on end. One night Jason and I were asleep until Anita s big mouth tore us from our slumber. Through the open window we could hear everything. She was laying into Joe something fierce about his coming home late again. I looked at the digital clock resting on our nightstand. It was two in the morning.

Shut the hell up, Jason yelled, but they ignored him. Get off my back, woman, Joe shot back at Anita as she called him every name in the book.

We d called the police before, but they really didn t do anything. And yet, for some strange reason, I didn t want our neighbors to stop their bickering, not tonight. The escalation of their anger was having a curious effect on me. At least I attributed it to that. My pussy was moist, and an ache to be fucked was growing rapidly inside me. Jason and I lay on our backs, his forearm covering his eyes, my hand gently rubbing my pantied mound.

Jason, I need your big cock, I said, as Anita screamed at Joe to start packing his things. You re in the mood now? he asked me. Oh ,yeah.

Alright, Jason cheered as he crawled atop me, mashing his limp cock against my pelvic bone. His tongue found mine, and we kissed as I ground against him and squeezed his asscheeks in my palms. Jason had to be wondering what came over me, but his wondering didn t get in the way of producing the erect cock that soon was sandwiched in between us.

Give it to me, I begged breathlessly, pulling my cotton crotch to the side, clearing the way for Jason s cock. He was already naked that s how he sleeps and he grabbed his dick, guiding it to my aching, wet hole. He knew I was hot for him, and he gave me his cock in one fluid thrust and continued fucking me until I came all over his shaft. He came, too, pounding into me, and when we were through, we were drenched with perspiration. It was a fast and furious fuck, but by the time we were finished, all was calm downstairs, and we fell back to sleep.

We didn t hear from Joe and Anita for days after that. Jason and I had sex, but it lacked the gusto of the night our neighbors woke us up with their loud arguing. It s silly, I thought, but I longed for Joe to walk through the door late again.

Well, my wish came true because the very next night Jason and I were awoken once more. This time it was three in the morning. Joe is really pushing it this time, I said to myself excitedly. Anita was a raving lunatic, calling him a bastard motherfucker. Twice I thought I heard something hit the floor, assuming it was a heavy object she d hurled at poor Joe. Jason and I just smiled at each other.

This time I crawled on top of Jason, impaling myself on the cock he d almost magically transformed into an impressive erection. Slowly, I rode him, having waited for this moment, wanting to savor every precious second of it. Yes, my cunt lips were swollen with need, but I took my sweet time.

I was grateful that Joe and Anita did most of their arguing in their bedroom, since ours is right on top of theirs. The other times, I guessed, was when Anita was following Joe out of the room when he didn t want to listen to her yelling anymore. It was beyond me why they even bothered to stay together, but lucky for me and Jason they did. Now she was shouting that she was done with this shit, and I could picture Joe mimicking her like a little kid behind her back. I think he blocked her out for the most part, because it was almost always her doing the yelling.

I squeezed Jason s cock with my vaginal muscles on each upstroke. My asscheeks were cupped firmly in his palms and there came the point where he was pulling me back down on him. He was pumping me at a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow. My breasts jiggled, the bed creaked, Jason grunted and our neighbors domestic unrest shattered the otherwise quiet evening air. It was sweet music to my ears.

Jason placed his hands on my breasts, letting my erect nipples poke between his parted fingers. Then he brought the outlining fingers together, scissor like, pinching my nipples until I whimpered. He then parted his fingers once again but only momentarily, for soon I was whimpering anew. He d never played this little game with me before. It made me really hot, and I rode Jason harder until I came like a fountain down his erection.

He rolled me over onto my back, and I pushed my breasts together as I watched him straddle my waist and masturbate over me. I could hear Anita loud and clear calling Joe a rotten fuck and screaming at him to get out. Shoot your come all over my tits, I beckoned to Jason. His hand became a flurry on his shaft, and my mouth began to water in anticipation of his orgasm. I heard a door downstairs slam, and the next second Jason was coming in thick ribbons across my breasts. Some even hit my lips, which I licked up right away.

Everything was quiet as Jason and I lay exhausted in each other s arms. No more ranting and raving from Anita, no pleas from Joe to leave him the hell alone, just my and Jason s heavy breathing.

Wouldn t you know it, Joe and Anita were back to arguing the following night, and the night after that. Jason and I didn t get much sleep that week, but we enjoyed countless hours embroiled in passionate sex. They wouldn t hear us complaining!

Ms. Pam T., Union, New Jersey