Silence. Then, “I’ve seen you around, but we don’t know each other. Talk dirty to me, Ryan.” She repeated. “I’m lying on my bed naked. Right now I’m running my free hand over my beautiful big breasts. Now I’m tracing a line down my stomach. Down further. My legs are spread wide apart. My pussy lips are open and waiting; waiting for you to touch them and taste them. My fingers are rubbing my clit now. It’s hard. I’m so aroused. I wish you were here so you could fuck my brains out.”
Ryan’s cock was like a steel rod in his underwear. He felt like whipping it out and beating off to her seductive voice and words. For now he refrained.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she urged gently.
“I’m, ah, at a loss for words. What do you want me to say?”
“Anything, so long as it’s dirty. Tell me how much you wanna fuck me.”
Ryan hesitated. He hadn’t done the phone sex thing in many years and felt kind of stupid talking dirty to a woman he’d never met. But then again, what did it matter? It sure beat spending yet another boring evening all alone.
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
She giggled. “Say it like you mean it.”
With his free hand Ryan started playing with his cock through his underwear and said into the phone, “I wanna fuck you. I want to slip my hard cock deep inside your hot, wet pussy.”
“That’s better. Would you like to go down on my pussy and taste my juices?”
“I’d love to sample your sweet juice, lick and suck on your clit and thrust my tongue deep inside your cunt.”
“Oh, God. That’s getting me there. I’m fingering my pussy now. It’s so wet. Your dirty talk is really getting me horny. Are you naked?”
“I’m wearing underwear and a bathrobe.”
“Take your clothes off.”
“Okay. Hang on.” Ryan put the phone down and slipped out of his robe and boxer shorts. His dick was hard and pointing towards the ceiling. He picked up the phone. “Okay. I’m completely naked now.”
“That’s better,” came the sensual reply. “Is your cock nice and hard?’
“Yes. I wish you were here so I could slip it inside you. I need some sex,” he said honestly.
“I know you do. So do I. Tomorrow night you will get to fuck me for real. Tonight we’re just going to fuck over the phone. Okay?”
“Okay,” Ryan found himself agreeing as if he wasn’t really in control of himself anymore. He had his cock in his hand now and was gently stroking it up and down.
“Imagine that your big, juicy cock is in my mouth right now. My wet tongue is licking your hard shaft while my lips are wrapped tightly around the head. Then I take it all the way into my mouth until it touches the back of my throat. Now I’m playing with your balls while I’m deep-throating your meat. You taste so good.”
Ryan pumped his cock faster. “I think we should have a sixty-niner.”
“That’s a good idea, Ryan.”
“You’re on top of me taking my cock down your throat like you said while your delicious pussy is sitting on my face. I thrust my tongue deep inside you, tasting you, drinking your honey.”
“And I start stroking your cock with my hand while I suck you harder and harder, getting all the more turned on by the feel of your tongue in my cunt. I get you almost to the point of climax, then I stop just in time and your tingles slowly subside.”
“Yeah, well I can’t cum yet. I have to fuck you first.”
“That’s right. I need your dick inside me now. My pussy is squirming, begging to be filled. She needs you. Right now. Deep inside me. Fill me up, Ryan. Fuck me, please!”
“Your pussy feels so hot and wet as a slide my cock inside you. You’re so tight. It feels fantastic. Can you feel me inside you?”
“God, yeah,” M replied, breathing heavily over the phone. “You’re in so deep. You feel so big. Fuck me hard, Ryan. Make me cum all over your beautiful cock.”
Standing there on the tiles near the kitchen, Ryan wanked his cock faster. Pre cum was dribbling from the tip, dripping onto the floor.
“What position do you want to be in?” he asked M.
“Just fuck me on top. I wanna kiss you and touch your chest as you give it to me.”
“Okay,” he began, his breaths becoming more shallow as his excitement grew, “my tongue is in your mouth. Our lips are pressed hard together. Your mouth tastes incredible. My cock is buried deep in your cunt. I keep thrusting into you; harder, faster, deeper. Your nails dig into my back as I pound you into the bed. I wanna make you cum. I want you to explode.
“I can’t seem to get my tongue deep enough into your mouth. I’m so hungry for you. Our kissing is really wet and heated now. Your hips are thrusting off the mattress to meet my every stroke. My cock is hammering into the end of your tunnel. Your clitoris is getting rubbed hard as our bodies slam and grind together. I can sense you’re getting really close now. You want to cum. You need to cum-”
M squealed with delight over the phone. Her breathing was loud in his ear. She moaned and panted some more, followed by another squeal. Then just ragged breathing.
“You just made me orgasm for real, Ryan,” she told him the obvious.
Ryan was flogging his cock hard now. “Tell me how it felt. I want to cum while I listen to you telling me how good it was.”
“It was fantastic. Mind-blowing. You’re a great lover, Ryan. Your cock is so big and hard. You got me so fucking wet just now. It almost felt like you were really fucking me. I could feel your cock slamming into my hole, in and out, faster and faster. It didn’t take me long to cream my juice all over my bed.
“Tomorrow night it’ll all be real. I’m gonna take your cock into my mouth and suck you so hard, Ryan. Then I’m gonna give you the ride of your life. My pussy will be bouncing up and down on your hard shaft.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he told her.
Ryan’s hand was a blur as he went for gold. His body tensed. Tingles sent shivers through him. His cock stiffened further, then the first shot of cum exploded from the head of his cock and landed on the tiles five feet from him. The second shot went even further. He kept on ejaculating until a dozen shots of cum were splattered in wet patches on the floor.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed into the phone when he was done. “That was intense.”
“Did you explode your juice everywhere?’ M asked.
“Yes. All over my kitchen floor.”
She giggled. “That’ll take some cleaning up. Don’t worry, tomorrow night you won’t be coming on your kitchen floor. You’ll be doing that inside my pussy.”
Ryan felt very relaxed now after his climax, but keener than ever for the real thing. “Where will I meet you?” he asked her.
“Patience,” she told him. “I’ll message you on Facebook later tonight with instructions. Okay?”
“Okay.”
The phone clicked in his ear. M was gone.
Ryan put the phone on the bench and grabbed a roll of paper towel from a kitchen cupboard. After mopping up the mess he’d made, he put his clothes back on, made a fresh cup of coffee and went back outside to drink it.
As he gazed up at the stars that twinkled brightly in a black, moonless sky, his mind went over what had just happened. The phone call had really got him turned on and, stalker or not, he was keen as hell to meet M in the flesh. Right now his life wasn’t boring, and that had to be a good thing. He sipped some coffee.
“I still don’t know who she is,” he said softly to himself. “Guess I’ll find out tomorrow night.”
His hormones were racing for the rest of the evening, licentious thoughts flickering through his mind like snippets from a dirty movie. Periodically his cock would spring to life, eager for some action. Real action. It had been a while. So long he’d almost forgotten what sex actually felt like.
Was this woman someone at work? Was she a past client? An acquaintance? A friend of a friend? Did it even matter? Did he have to know her or know who she was? They were g
oing to meet for sex, and if that’s what they both wanted, did anything else even really matter at the end of the day?
After he finished his third coffee he ducked inside to check his emails. A couple of work related messages. Nothing from M yet.
Ryan paced the living room floor, feeling a little impatient now. Coffee probably wasn’t helping. He went into the kitchen and poured a shot of bourbon and downed it, then followed it up with another. The liquor seared his throat but it felt good. Warmed him.
It was now midnight and Ryan had just about given up and gone to bed when M finally sent him the Facebook message. It read:
Come to the Red Lion Motel tomorrow night at nine PM. Room One. M.
The message said nothing else.
Ryan knew the motel. It was on the outskirts of town in the foothills of the nearby mountains. So he was finally going to get to meet her in the flesh. What would she look like? he wondered. Her voice over the phone was extremely sexy. That didn’t guarantee her looks would match her voice though.
So she wanted a dirty night in an out-of-town motel. As he’d thought the day before, he was double-minded as to whether he should be excited or a little concerned. He didn’t know this person and she could be leading him into anything.
Ryan forced the negativity from his mind and concentrated instead on the excitement factor. He had no enemies and didn’t foresee an plausible reason why M would be planning anything else for him other than a night of hot sex. Why she’d chosen him for sex, he didn’t yet know. Maybe he never would know the answer to that?
He went to bed then but found it difficult to sleep. Their phone conversation kept playing through his mind. He was horny as hell and couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.
* * *
Ryan awoke at eight AM with a raging hard on. He was tempted to relieve himself but decided to save it for tonight. He spent the day doing mundane chores like grocery shopping and house cleaning. As the sun eventually started to set on a day that seemed to take an eternity to get through, Ryan’s last task to fill in time was to clean the pool. By the time he was done it was almost fully dark.
Only a few hours now until his rendezvous with M.
Dinner was another microwave meal he’d bought that day, which he washed down with a beer. After dinner he groomed himself, had a shave, trimmed various areas of body hair and took a shower. Some nice cologne was rather liberally sprayed on his torso, then he dressed in black jeans, a navy blue shirt and a black leather jacket. When he checked his appearance in the full length mirror in the bedroom, he wondered whether subconsciously he’d deliberately dressed all in dark clothing.
Was it an effort to disguise himself under the cover of darkness?
He kind of felt like he was up to no good, as if he were sneaking out to have a sordid affair with a casual lover. In a way he was, but he wasn’t doing anything behind anyone’s back. There was no one in his life.
He checked his watch. It was time to go.
As he drove west towards the mountains outside of town, his skin tingled with a mixture of nerves, anticipation and excitement. And lust. He found he had an erection for most of the journey. It was starting to make his balls ache, having a hard cock restricted inside his pants for a long period of time. He needed to unleash it and soon he would.
The Red Lion Motel materialized out of the darkness under the illumination of his headlights. It was a relatively small building of only a dozen rooms, nestled into the hillside amidst a grove of pine forest.
He parked the car outside the first room on the left, assuming that would be Room One. It was. Another vehicle was parked down the other end of the L-shaped building. The only other vehicle he saw was a car parked in darkness down the side of the manager’s office.
Stepping up onto the porch he stood in front of the door to Room One. He tried to peer in the window but saw only darkness. Was she even here yet? He checked his watch. Right on time.
It was then that he noticed something lying on the mat outside the door. He stooped to pick it up and found a black mask, the kind that people wear to block out light when trying to sleep. Under the mask was a sheet of note paper, on which was written:
Put the blindfold on and knock on the door.
Ryan did so, positioning the material over his eyes and holding it in place with the elastic strap pulled tight behind his head. He hesitated for just a second, hand raised, then knocked firmly on the door three times and waited.
He heard someone approach the door from the other side. A lock clicked. There was a slight creak as the door swung open. The sweet and alluring scent of perfume filled his nostrils. A hand gently gripped his forearm and he was guided across the threshold. There was the sound of the door closing behind him.
“Hello, Ryan.”
He recognized the voice as that of M. Still clutching his arm, M dragged him a few feet further where his legs hit the edge of a bed. He fell forward onto it, more out of accident than a deliberate maneuver. There he rolled over onto his back and sat up, legs resting on the carpeted floor.
“You can take the blindfold off now.”
Ryan slipped it off his head and dropped it on the floor.
The room was as dark as a tomb. All he could make out were very indistinct shadows. M stood before him, but he could hardly see her; just a silhouette of a woman with a classic hourglass shape. He reached out and touched her. Felt bare skin. He briefly explored her body with his hands in the darkness. She was completely naked.
M giggled. “You couldn’t wait to get your hands on me, could you,” she said.
He slipped his jacket off. M was down on the floor untying his shoes. When those were removed, she went to work unzipping his jeans while Ryan struggled out of his shirt. Within seconds he was down to his underwear. However, they didn’t stay on long. M had the elastic waistband in her grip and she eagerly had them down his legs in no time.
“Are you going to switch a light on?” Ryan asked, already knowing the answer to that question.
“No. I like it dark. It intensifies the power of your other senses; especially the sense of touch in this case.”
Ryan felt the lips of her mouth encase the head of his already erect cock. Her mouth felt extremely hot and wet in the darkness. M was right. His sense of feel was definitely heightened. It felt absolutely incredible the way she was working her mouth up and down his shaft. Last night it had all been fantasy over the phone. Right now it was satisfyingly real.
His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness of the room, but everything was still just shades of black and dark gray. M must have put blackout curtains over the windows to get the room so dark.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of M’s lips and tongue hard at work on his genitals. He’d shaved the hair on his testicles earlier that evening as part of his grooming. M took advantage of that and sucked his balls into her mouth, both at the same time. She was very gentle and didn’t hurt him. Her mouth was extremely wet around his sack and he could feel saliva oozing from her lips and dripping onto his inner thighs. He had the sudden urge to kiss her deeply, but didn’t want to interrupt the attention she was giving his cock and balls.
“Suck it again,” he whispered.
“Say please,” she crooned.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please suck my cock again.”
And she did, this time driving her mouth down hard on his throbbing erection until the entire length was deep down her throat. He felt her fingers on his balls as she sucked, teasing them with gentle caresses that tickled just slightly. M worked her mouth up and down, making wet, slurping sounds as she gorged his manhood. She ran her hands firmly up his thighs, then his stomach and up to his chest, all the while never taking his dick out of her mouth.
Ryan sighed heavily in the darkness. “That feels phenomenal.”
“Good,” she said, then took a mouthful of hard cock again.
“Remember what I said last night on the
phone? About a sixty-niner?”
Ryan need say no more. M climbed onto the bed and lowered her steaming hot pussy onto his waiting mouth. She resumed sucking his cock while Ryan hungrily lashed her cunt with his desperate tongue.
He virtually ravaged her juice-soaked pussy, devouring it, drinking the sweet nectar from her lips and tunnel, probing her mysterious inner depths as far as his tongue could stretch. He couldn’t get enough of her. It was like his very first time going down on a woman. Her pussy was addictive; the smell, the taste, the feel.
She stopped sucking his cock and exclaimed, “Fuck that feels good! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”
“Where did you learn to suck cock the way you do?” he returned.
She climbed off him then and he felt her turn around on the bed. A pair of slender legs straddled his body, moving down to his hips. He felt her hand grab his cock and hold it upright. Her wet pussy was lowered onto the head. Inch by inch his cock was slowly swallowed by M’s scorching vagina until his meat had sunk in up to his balls. She raised up until his dick almost popped out of her, then collapsed back down on him again quite heavily.
M went hard early, slamming her body down onto him, their flesh coming together with slapping sounds. A river of warm juice trickled over his balls and onto the bed. She was so incredibly wet. She leaned forward then so her face was only inches from his and licked at his chin, his cheeks and his lips.
“You’re covered in my juice,” she said and licked him fervently all over his face. Her tongue plunged into his mouth as her pussy plunged onto his cock. “I really needed this. I needed to be well and truly fucked proper tonight.”
Ryan met her thrusts, pushing up from the mattress while holding a cheek of her firm ass in each hand. Their timing was totally in sync and it felt like riding gentle ocean swells while lying in the bottom of a boat.
“Fuck it,” Ryan urged.
“What?”
“Fuck it.”
“What?”
“Fuck my cock. Fuck it hard!”
While she rode him expertly their mouths and tongues clashed again in a wet and heated battle. Ryan couldn’t get enough of her lips and tongue. He devoured her, sucked her tongue into his mouth and drank the moisture from it. He was that turned on he could barely breathe. The urge to pound her overcame him and he pushed her off.
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