It started last night before work. CB was horny and texting dirty to me. He wanted to have phone sex, but I told him I was getting ready for work and we could do it in the morning when I got off work. We exchanged pictures for the first time. My tits and pussy for his cock. I must say, he has a very nice looking cock.
So, I get off of work this morning, take a shower, get in bed, and set up. This time I give myself a visual aid and start a porno because I don’t want this session to last forever like it normally does; I want to go to bed. I get warmed up, then call him.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Playing with my pussy, what are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m playing with my cock. It’s getting so hard. I love hearing you play with yourself. I want to make you cum.”
“Mmm, thank you for the picture last night,” I say.
“Oh, did you like that, baby?”
“I did, very much,” I tell him.
“How are you playing with yourself, baby?” he asks.
“I’m rubbing my bullet in small circles over my clit. It feels so good, but it would feel even better if your cock was inside me.”
“Ooo, baby, you make me so hard. Tell me what you want to do,” he says.
“I want to start by laying next to each other, me running my hand up and down your chest, eventually making my way towards your cock. I wrap my hand around it and start stroking. Once its hard I straddle you and slowly slide my pussy down and over your cock, burying you into me. I slowly ride you up and down, then once I have a rhythm I speed up.”
“Mmm, that would feel so good. Next I want to get you into doggy style position and start by rubbing the tip of my cock all over your pussy. Slowly, I will stick my cock in, inch by inch. I stasrt fucking you slowly, then go faster and faster.”
“Ooo, that feels so good,” I moan. It does feel good, me rubbing my bullet over my clit, watching a scene with three guys and two girls. We spend a few minutes breathing heavily while we play with ourselves. He tells me he can cum anytime and encourages me to keep going so that he can cum with me.
I finally start to feel my orgasm building, and I tell him I am cumming. My breathing gets heavier as I start to lose control.
“Oh, come on baby, I’m cumming too—”
That is when our call got dropped and we lost connection. We were both past the point of no return so we finished our orgasms without listening to the other. I called him back once my orgasm was over. We laughed about the bad timing, and planned for a retry in a few days. I laughed myself to sleep, and am still laughing now.