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“If I remember correctly, the last time we spoke, you had just pushed a finger into your cunt,” a voice whispered in her ear.
On The Phone With Wet Fingers
A shiver ran down her spine when he asked her if she was wearing any underwear

Gail didn’t have to turn her head to see who had trapped her between his body and the bar.
Her cunt, as he had just called it, was wet.
Instantly.
Her cheeks burned with a blush, remembering their last phone call. That was weeks ago, weeks in which she had ignored his calls out of guilt towards her husband. She came to the bar tonight, not knowing whether she wanted to see him or hoped not to see him.
Her body knew.
It had yearned for him to be there.
The joy of his presence hardened her nipples, increased her heartbeat, labored her breathing, and moistened her tender folds.
Her body was ready.
Steve kept his body tightly pressed against hers while he ordered them drinks. His erection betrayed his own lust.
“Those two men are still with you. Pinching your nipples. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes pulling them. A hand moves to your mouth. You want to lick the fingers, but the hand covers your mouth. An ice cold dildo pushes right into your hotness. You gasp and moan.”
A shiver ran down Gail’s back, and just in time she stifled the sound threatening to escape from her mouth.
Steve continued to whisper.
“A finger enters your mouth. You greedily suck it, mimicking the rhythm of the dildo pumping into you. When the dildo disappears, three fingers replace it. You now also have three fingers in your mouth, pumping in the same rhythm as the other three. A finger on your clit, soon replaced by a warm tongue.”
Steve’s breathing warmed her cheek.
He stopped talking for a moment and took a sip of his beer. Gail realized she was breathing with an open mouth. She had totally forgotten about their surroundings.
Steve moved his pelvis behind her, pressing his erection against her bottom. Her heartbeat seemed to slow some; her breathing calmed down. Steve’s mouth moved closer to her ear.
“Last time, you were bound and blindfolded. Now, we remove everything, except for the blindfold. You move to the middle of the bed and turn over onto your knees, pushing your butt out to show us the plug. Smack!”
That one word almost made Gail jump. It was like she could feel the burn when the imaginary hand touched her bottom.
“Another on the other cheek!”
Gail squirmed.
“Your plug pops out a bit, but we quickly push it back in. A hand moves between your legs, rubbing your clit. The spanking continues. Someone sits down on the bed in front of you and guides your mouth until his cock presses against your lips. You smell his arousal, open your mouth and take his member as deep as you can. You feel it pressing against the back of your throat.”
Gail moaned.
She pushed back against Steve. Her core contracted with a painful emptiness.
Steve’s arm sneaked around her middle. His thumb just brushed the underside of her breast.
Gail moaned again, this time attracting the attention of the barman, who looked at her for a few moments, then continued with his work.
Steve ordered them each another drink, waited for the barman to put the glasses in front of them, and then continued in a whispered tone.
“The glass dildo enters your wet cunt and another smack lands on your bottom. You suck the cock harder and push your bottom back, because you want the dildo deeper. We continue for a little while longer, then remove the dildo. That man pulls his cock from your mouth and we remove your plug. Then we turn you over onto your back, and wanton woman you are, you spread your legs.”
Gail squirmed, pushing her legs together. She shivered with desire. Her hard nipples almost hurt in their begging to be touched.
“A flat hand repeatedly taps lightly on your clit. You spread your legs wider, pushing your crotch up to meet the hand, showing us how much you like it. Your really want it. Can’t wait to have it.”
Gail knew Steve was deliberately driving her crazy; that he knew how much she longed to be fucked at that very moment.
“We pull your bottom to the edge of the bed. A cock presses against your pussy, ready to enter, the same way another one waits to enter your mouth again. They push insi…”
“Gail, is that you? I thought you weren’t coming tonight?”
Oh god no, not again. Why can’t people just let me be?
Gail plastered a smile on her face as she turned towards the voice. Steve discreetly took a step backwards and sideways, putting Gail between him and her colleague.
“Annie, yes, I first went home, but Frederick had something with his work tonight, so I came here.”
“Fabulous. Want to join us over there in the corner?”
Gail looked flustered. She didn’t want to just leave Steve there, but if he joined her, there would be questions, and if she didn’t join them, there would also be questions.
Then she felt the tap on her bottom, urging her on to join her colleagues.
“Yes, of course,” she said and turned back to the bar to get her drink.
Steve swigged the last of his beer, turned around with a slight smile on his face, and made his way to the exit.
Gail stood rooted to the spot, her pussy twitching as his last words echoed in her ears: “Next time, I want to fuck you.”