It did not start out this way. As a self descriptive analysis of my nature, I would describe myself as a voracious sex addict with an insatiable appetite for sex, sex, and more sex. Now, I suspect, some of you readers my have an idea where I am coming from. And, I have found, literotica can provide a tremendous outlet for the excess sexual energy. And the best part, it can provide an opportunity for more. While not participating in much of the online chat rooms, I do exchange email on occasion with a reader or two. Even had a couple of phone calls that were, ah, pleasing. Or more appropriately, satisfying.
The past 6-weeks have been absolutely amazing. My deepest, most secret sexual fantasies have been met, and obliterated. My cock chubs quickly just thinking about my luck. As typical with the posting of a new story, I get feedback from the readers. I love feedback, so was pleased to drop a quick note in response, wanting to see which genre a particular lady appreciated most, which specific stories were the most "satisfying" to her. I got back a quick response, detailing the category most appreciated, but it was not mutually exclusive. She loved my talents. Her first question following her description of her preferences was about my physical descriptions in the stories. She identified herself as Kim. Proudly, I responded, they were my personal statistics.
I took the liberty of expanding my email response, to include some "random thoughts" as I call them. Short, descriptive narrative of some purely sexual desire I have at the moment. Very descriptive, very pointed, I will create a scenario that fits the moment so to speak. And I believe, I do it well. It is long enough to get the body to respond, specific enough to get the mind involved, and very descriptive, enough to let the mind wander very graphically. Given a free hand is available, much can be done to send a very personal orgasm.
I got the response back from Kim I hoped, and more. She had taken my words, masturbated furiously, orgasmed numerous times, and wanted to return the favor for me. Her words jumped from the page, my cock grew rigid as I heard her words, read her desires, and slowly stroked my massive cock. Like me, she was descriptive, telling me how she would take me, how she would devour my cock, how she would chew each ball gently, raking her nails behind the sac, traverse the private spot owned by my baby girl, and let her fingernail ream my ass so softly, so gently, I would want to move to shove her finger in my ass myself. But instead, she pulled her finger to her mouth, sucked it so slowly deep along side my cock, her tongue dancing between them, she quickly reached between my legs and shoved her fingertip into my ass to the first knuckle. With the thrust, she slammed her head down my cock, taking me balls deep into her face, her jaw cracking as she accommodated my cock completely. Her remaining hand reached around my butt, grabbed the cheek of my ass, her nails digging in, pulled me flush to her lips, her sucking, hallowing cheeks churning my balls, trying to pull them out my cock as well. Well, my hand was slamming my cock, precum bubbling in the eye.
Closing my eyes, I pictured this faceless, hopefully female, women impaled on my cock. God I fucked her hard, my balls exploding, cum shooting up my cock, spitting into my wad of toilet paper used for such fine occasions. This lady had a vivid imagination in her. I squeezed my legs together, knowing I wanted more of her words.
As I have described in my stories, I do own and operate my own companies. So a very discrete opportunity existed. Maybe Kim and I could become pen pals, maybe even phone pals on occasion. This thought quickly got to email. In addition to describing my orgasm to her, I offered her my private cell number. The email was not even dry, the ink still wet when the phone rang.
"Hi Rich," the voice announced. My caller ID gave me the source of the call. Unrecognized, but I answered anyway. I do not typically answer if I am not sure of the source of the call. "Hi Baby, it's Kim," she continued. Thank god, she was female!
Being quick witted, I responded "Hey", waiting for her to say something more.
Then a conversation broke out. We chatted, talking about my stories, lives, families, her 20-year old twin girls, a boy still in high school, and more. An hour passed. I was several minutes late for a meeting. Subtlety, I had to close the conversation and get back to work.
"Baby, it's fine," she responded when I explained my circumstances. "Close your eyes for just a moment for me baby, let me lick your cock as promised," she whispered. I closed my eyes, I could hear her slurping on my cock as I stroked it in my pants. My body shuddered, liking what I was hearing.
"Kim, gotta run," I offered, squeezing my legs together. "Bye," I continued.
"MMMMmmmmm see ya," she laughed. I listened as her phone clicked off.
I went to my meeting, my thoughts filled with her voice, her slurps, her grunts as she shoved my cock into her mouth, her throat. All day, my mind wandered, filtering back to the call, her voice, her desires expressed in the email, on the phone. I had to call her back, I needed to see what phone sex would be like with her.
She was married, I am married. She was 39, I am 55. My thoughts ran rampant, the body of a 39-year old woman. My mouth watered. My cock chubbed over and over at good times, even at bad times all day. I was getting hornier by the minute. By the next morning, I was in a mood to fuck the nearest fence post, my cock was hard, needing to blow some steam off. Arriving at the office early, I proceeded to pull my incoming calls from my phone, praying that I found her number still in memory. It helped that I had been at the office all day, so most of my calls had been through the switch board. I found it quickly, noting it was a close proximity area code. Far enough away that I may be able to meet her, close enough make the opportunity happen should she desire.
Almost holding my breath, I dialed her number. A couple rings echoed in my ear. "Hey baby," came her sleep ridden voice.
"Good morning," I softly whispered. "You're still sleeping," I continued, assessing her voice.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Are you naked this morning," I asked.
"See for yourself," she chimed softly.
"Ok, I'm lifting the sheet," I offered. "Damn, you are naked," I continued. "Let me push your legs apart, I want to lick my way up your legs," I whispered, quickly freeing my cock. I described how I wanted to lick her thighs, lick my way to her mound, and so slowly penetrate her lips, just the tip of my tongue snaking in to touch, flatten her clit. I closed my eyes, seeing her mound, picturing her wet slit just inches from my mouth. I could see her clit, protruding, rigid for my tongue. Leaning forward, I captured her clit between my teeth, holding it firmly as I thrashed it back and forth. I felt her hips lift, thrusting upwards to shove more cunt to my waiting mouth. I listened to her groans, her mutterings.
"Are you playing with your pussy," I asked. "Tell me, flatten your clit to your body firmly, feel me doing it with my mouth, my tongue," I grunted into the telephone. "God, feel me nip her with my teeth, tug her, pull her up from your slit, stretching gently, my tongue dancing over her as I pull back," I kept my whispers going into the phone. I listened, hearing her moans start, heard her breathing change.
