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Phone SexFiction. Authored by poster. Inspired by an xHamster member. She is seated on the edge of her bed, back against the headboard. One leg outstretched in front of her, the other off the edge of the bed with her foot on the floor. She’s just finished cleaning and is still wearing her runners, sweatpants and a spaghetti strap tank. Her hair’s still tied up in a ponytail. She’s relaxing for a moment and talking on her mobile to her best friend. Her bedroom door opens slowly and a tall stranger dressed in a tailored grey pinstripe suit enters. He’s old enough to be her father. No explanation of how he got in the house or why he’s here are offered. He remains completely silent. He approaches her calmly. She’s frozen in place. She can’t believe there’s a strange man in her room! Her friend babbles on about some television show she’s watching, scarcely pausing to take a breath between sentences. He stops about a foot from her and holds an index finger to his pursed lips, willing her continued silence with his eyes. He makes no move to end her call. He hears her friend continue to explain a minor sub-plot. She hasn’t moved a muscle. Still holding the phone to her ear, she looks up into his face as to try and decide whether to beg her friend to call the authorities or just what she should be doing next. He unzips his pants and pulls out his mostly erect member and begins to stroke himself. He points the head lewdly at her face as he does. It becomes even larger and harder as she watches. She still hasn’t moved an inch. She’s got a firm grip on her mobile, her only chance at summoning assistance. Her eyes dart between illegal bahis his eyes and the strange cock twitching only inches from her face. She catches his scent. The earthy musk of a man and just a hit of soap. She closes her eyes briefly and inhales deeply. Her friend on the phone says she’ll ‘be right back’ and the connection goes quiet. She’s waited too long! Even if she said something to her friend now, it would go unheeded. Large thick drops of pre-cum appear from the tip. He wipes the fluid just above her upper lip and below her nostrils. Every breath she takes now is strong with his scent. She feels her tongue involuntarily lick the inside of her upper lip. She looks up into his eyes trying desperately to read the situation. Her friend announces her return to the conversation. She breathes a sigh of relief to herself. He again holds his index finger to his lips demanding silence. He places the now-dry tip of his cock in the small curve between her bottom lip and her chin. He remains eerily calm and still. Her friend on the phone begins detailing another plot point. She looks into his eyes again. His scent now fills each breath she takes. Sensing no immediate danger and still holding the phone to her ear, her gaze returns to the throbbing veiny cock resting on her chin. She uses her free hand to take hold of him and guide him tentatively between her lips. He breaks his silence for the first time and groans loudly as he fills her mouth. The phone conversation is suddenly silent. She takes a pre-emptive deep breath, takes as much of him as she dares, and holds him there. Needing to breathe, illegal bahis siteleri she withdraws and makes a loud slurping sound as she inhales. “What the FUCK!” the phone crackles. “You’re sucking a dick, aren’t you!?! Who is it?” She freezes. For the first time she realizes that her mobile’s microphone is still right next to her mouth. The room is completely silent and still for what feels like a lifetime. She sits motionless, silently, with a mouth full of a stranger’s throbbing cock. “Well don’t stop on my account, I wanna hear some more! That’s SO fucking HOT” comes from her mobile. Her friend knows what she’s doing now. She feels her face flush with embarrassment. She’s feels ashamed. She’s suddenly terrified. Yet there was no denying the familiar tingle deep within her. She was unbelievably excited! “What the hell.” she resolves to herself. “If I’ve got an audience, I might was well put on a good show.” She looks into his eyes, smiles, and resumes with redoubled vigor. She’s making a concious effort now to make extra-sweet sounds for her friend listening. An excited giggle is heard on her mobile. “Suck him slut, suck him good! Drain his balls!” His moans of pleasure punctuate her efforts. The tempo of their duet quickens. He slides a hand around the back of her head and takes control. He begins to earnestly fuck her willing mouth. He quickly learns to read her reactions and establishes a new rhythm to their performance. He presses the back of her head to him, pushing into her mouth until he feels her begin to resist. At that point, he releases her, takes three shallow strokes, and the canlı bahis siteleri now-familiar refrain begins anew. She picks up on his pattern immediately and adjusts the timing on her breathing. Even her friend on the phone catches on and is soon chanting “Open … and BREAHE! Two, three, four.” He no longer needs to encourage her. She’s becoming more aggressive with each measure of their music. Pressing him further into herself. Pressing her limits. Pressing her performance. She begins to moan in time with their movements, just as he’s deepest within her. His hands hover over her head like a conductor at the podium. His fingers splay with each of the deepest thrusts. He clenches his teeth and breathes heavily through parted lips. He can feel her moans deep in her throat as well has hear them. It’s too much for him. He knows it won’t be long now. His entire body stiffens. He lets out a low, guttural moan. He grasps the base of his cock and squeezes hard in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable. He jerks his hips backwards as the first rope of thick hot semen erupts. When it lands, it stretches from her cheek across the bridge of her nose, across her other cheek, and finally ends on her mobile. She’s surprised by this and for the first time her phone leaves her hand, falling onto her bed. The next several spurts are better controlled and he directs them stretching from collarbone to collarbone. He steadies himself using her shoulder for a moment. He regains his composure and returns his wet cock to his pants. He briefly turns to survey himself in her mirror and adjust his clothing. He takes the single red rosebud from his lapel and offers it to her, smiling. As she accepts it, he bends at the waist and kisses her softly on the forehead. He smiles warmly, turns smartly, and calmly walks from the room, closing her door behind him. “Hello? HELLO!!” her mobile squawks.
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