Amy lay in bed thinking of the day when she would get to hear his voice. For now, she only has the fantasy. "Maybe some day," she thought. But but for now, she did what she always does best, touching herself, playing with herself. Soon, her thoughts made her reach between her legs and touch her pussy. When she became wet, she tasted her juices. Slowing stroking her pussy lips, she begins to fantasize.
"Hello master, I'm home for the weekend. I'm sitting here in my chair thinking of you! I look at your pictures. They make me so wet. I'm licking my pussy juices off my fingers. The picture of your gorgeous cock is my screen saver. I slide my hand down between my thighs again thinking of the guided words you sent me. I grab my pussy and begin to moan, then I give her a little slap an tell her 'bad kitty.'
I move the cloth of my panties to one side an begin to play with my clit imagining my finger is your tongue. I start to rub myself faster, sir. I begin to moan your name. I want you. I need you. Yes, sir, I am so wet and I crave what you have to offer me. I see your cock on the screen and I insert my finger between my pussy lips. My body arches and I begin to moan a bit more. Sir, can you feel this in my words? Can you taste me? Do you desire this kitty as I finger her for you? Sir, I would love to have you taste me. Would you like that? Yes? OK, I will do it for you, Sir. Oh, Sir, I can feel your tongue. Oh, now your kitty is about to cum. I'm sitting with my legs wide, draping over the arms of my chair. I'm leaning back. My head is arched. Oh, Sir. I feel my body begin to release my desire for you! Oh, Sir, can I grab a handful of your hair while you nibble on my clit? Hmmm? Yes? Oh thank you Sir. I open my eyes and see your cock on my screen May I worship it, Sir? Oh please, slide it right here. Please, Sir! Please give me what i crave, give me what i desire. Can you do that for me. Sir? Can you hear me? Can you see me as I am about to cum for you, Sir? My heart is pounding. My breathe is heavy. I can feel it building up. Here it comes, Sir. Oh yes! Sir! Here. I'm cumming! Yes, my master! Yes! All for you! My fingers swirl in my desire!"
Amy hadn't realized how badly she missed him. She met him on a website. In her profile she wrote how much she needed sex and love. She got lots of emails, and never answered any of them. But his was different. He was kind and understanding and very loving. Even though she was a little scared, and reluctant to do so, she answered his email. She thought he knew how lonely she really was. She wanted his words and guidance. She began sending emails back and forth with him. She followed his words and read his stories. He could always make her wet with his wild adventures of lust and sex.
She began to call him Sir and Master as he guided her on a journey of sexuality and adventure. She wondered if he realized how much of control he began to have over her mind and her body, let alone her heart. Or did he? They shared phone numbers, and talked about sex over the phone. Every time she saw his name on her caller ID, her heart would melt She couldn't wait to talk to him. She was was always eager to please him she did everything he asked of her.
She began, of her own free will, sending him pics of herself, just to see if he liked what he saw. He sent her compliments about how attractive she was. She was looking for someone, needing someone, to say, "You are beautiful," to say, "How I would love to taste the soft folds of your pussy." Eventually, they exchanged pictures of his cock and her breasts and pussy.
She wanted to know that someone wanted her, craved her, desired her most of all. She wondered if Sir knew just how much she hungered for him. She often fantasized about hearing his voice on the phone when he came, and him hearing her when she came.
What she fantasized became a reality. One day it finally happened. He sent her a text her as she was driving home from work. He told her to pull off the freeway, find a side road, and park among some trees where no one could see her, then text him back. She sent him a text, "I did what u said Sir."
The phone rang. It was him. Her heart raced. She could feel her heart beating as she was touching her breasts. His voice, low and sexy, began instructing her what to do. She knew there wouldn't be much small talk because her master said he wanted to cum.
"Turn the speaker on your phone and turn the sound to high."
She did as he asked.
"Take your pants down." he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Are they down yet?"
"Yes, Sir" Amy answered.
