by Peyton Banks
I touch my breasts, tugging at my nipples and shiver through the tingles it brings. The camera zooms in on the brother’s stroke, and my arousal stirs, coating my folds. The sister finally notices him jacking off to her, and the reaction is…stupid, but it’s the part I’ve been waiting for. They share a few poorly written lines about how it’s wrong, then the scene cuts to him lapping away at her pussy.
My kitty purrs as I reach for BOB and with one hand slide him out of the pink satchel and position him just right. My clit throbs when the cool silicone touches it, and aches with desire as I circle the tip. I need this release so bad, and I want more than nothing to drive it into my walls, but instead, I take my time, teasing myself so I can come when the actor does. In the next scene, he enters her, and as if on cue, BOB makes his way into my pussy. I click the side, turning the motor to a low speed. It’s late, and I need to sleep, but I don’t want to rush my orgasm. I pleasure myself, slowly coming undone right here in my living room with the shades wide open. The thought of someone watching me through my window aids in my pleasure. He increases his stroke, and I do the same, raising the speed on my vibrator one notch. And boy does it feel amazing.
The camera flashes in again, and I arch my back, imagining myself in her place. My eyes roll shut as I pump against my thrusts, reveling in the bliss. He groans, forcing one of my own, but instantly his voice goes quiet, snapping me out of my trance. I peek one eye open to see my solo sexcapade is being interrupted by a call. Not recognizing the number, I decline it, closing my eyes when the step brother’s voice roars through my ear again.
Not even sixty seconds later, my video pauses once more, and the same number stares at me from the screen. I shut off my vibrator but leave it in place. I don’t want to answer, but for this person to call back to back, it may be important. Pressing the accept call button, I sit upright, preparing myself to speak.
“I’m imagining how good your pussy would feel wrapped around my dick, Candace. Your sweet sticky juices coating me,” a deep voice pours through the speakers before I can get out a word.
It’s not important after all, and whoever Candace is, she’s a lucky bitch. I’m about to tell him he’s got the wrong number, but what he says next sends pulses to my pussy, reminding me that BOB is still there waiting for me. Fuck it, I think to myself. It would be a shame to let this go to waste. He’s obviously already into this, and I’m so close to getting my nut. What would it hurt to let this man’s zaddy voice coax me through to my orgasm?
“Can you picture my dick inside you, Candace?” he growls.
I flip on the motor and press my dildo deeper inside my throbbing fortress. “Um,” Is all I can muster.
“That’s a good girl. Play with your pretty pussy for me. Picture me inside you, stretching you out, while trailing kisses along your neck.”
I do as instructed, using his voice and direction as my muse. My imagination runs wild with the envisioning of his strong hands touching my body in places I’ve longed to be touched for some time. His words send me over the edge, forcing me to crave more of whatever it is he has to offer. This stranger opens me up, lighting a fire I didn’t know I had. Phone sex has never been my thing, Justin and I didn’t do things like this. Missionary was the best it got for us, and I honestly thought that was enough. I listen to all the dirty things this man wants to do to—Candace—and realize I’ve been missing out.
It isn’t long before my toes curl and my back arches in preparation for my nearing orgasm. My breath quickens, and I tune out his voice, focusing only on the steady humming coming from my vibrator. I clench my muscles around the stiff silicone and angle my wrist to hit my G-spot. A rush of sweet, erotic bliss pours through me, sending my pelvis and every nerve ending into a convulsing frenzy.
“Uh, Uh. AHHH, I’m cumming.”
“Damn, baby. You sound so fucking amazing. Put the phone to your pussy, I wanna hear you come.”
Why the fuck did he say that? Meeting his request hesitantly, I place the phone on speaker and position it between my thighs, the buzz of my toy seemingly exciting him more. He moans, and I can tell he’s enjoying himself. Our breaths race at the same pace, and I know my release is near.
“Fuck yourself good, sweets. I want to know how it sounds when your cum is pouring out of you.”
Those are the words my body needs, and soon my pleasure seeps out, soaking my leather cushions. I moan loudly, my chest pumping rapidly, and I will my heartbeat to a steady pace. The line goes quiet for a moment while I gather my thoughts and prepare to clean up the mess we’ve made.
“Thank you!” I say hastily.
“Damn! You’re welcome. That was—”
“By the way, my name’s not Candace.”
Click. I end the call, tossing my phone onto the coffee table, leaving it and everything else right where it is until morning.
2
Jessica
My cell phone rings, interrupting the meeting I’m having with my assistant. In approximately forty minutes, I’ll be presenting last night’s assignment to my clients. After staying up till the wee hours of the morning, and my unexpected moment of pleasure, I crammed the last remaining agenda items in as soon as I reached work. It’s perfect—my projects always are—but still I’m nervous. I’ve done everything to prove myself, and this is my chance to let my boss know I’m exactly who she hired. That I will be an asset to this company by securing and producing the best training programs on the market.
“Do you need anything before I head out?” Erin, my assistant, asks placing a folder on my desk.
Picking up my phone, I accept the incoming call. “No, I think that’s all. I’ll do one more run through to be ready for the presentation this evening. Thank you!” I place the receiver to my ear.
“You hung up on me before I could get off last night. Doesn’t seem fair,” a deep voice pours out at me.
It’s the guy from last night. The rattle in his tone sends an oh-so-familiar shiver down my spine. I contemplate my response, toying with the thought of obliging, giving him an answer I’m sure he wants. Then I consider how crazy it all is, how loony I am for being turned on by his calls. What does that say about me if I give in to his request? Will he continue to call if I do?
“Are you there, beautiful?”
“How do you know I’m beautiful?” I ask after a moment of silence.
“You’ve gotta be! Only a goddess can make those delicious fucking sounds you made last night. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me get off?”
My nipples harden at his request, pushing against the fabric of my bra. The line goes quiet and I struggle over what to say next. This is insane, borderline obsessive even. I should definitely hang up, but curiosity wins every time. “I’m in the middle of work.”
“Perfect,” he growls. “Do you have an office or a cubicle?” he continues with bated breath.
I sense he’s already started, not really caring to wait for permission. The thought instantly arouses me as I’m making my way to the door. “I have an office,” I add, closing it lightly before locking it and flipping the blinds closed.
“Then shut the door, sit that pretty ass of yours down at your desk, and wait for me to come.”
“If I do this, will you stop calling?” I ask, secretly pleading for him to say no.
“I don’t think you want that, sweets.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“The way you fucked yourself to the sound of my voice last night tells me otherwise. And I doubt you’d be preparing to phone bone me.”
I go quiet again, and he chuckles.
“Is the door closed?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good girl! Now, spread your legs." His voice lowers a few octaves. “I want you touching yourself, sweets.”
I do as I’m told, hiking my skirt up around my ass and taking a seat behind my desk. Reaching inside the drawer to my left, I pull my earphones from my purse. Nervously, I plug the headset into the
port and set the phone down on the desk. The last thing I want is to be caught with my hands inside my pussy, so I scoot close, leaving enough room to comfortably fondle myself. Yes, the door is locked, but one could never be too sure.
Gently, I slide my panties to the side and press my fingers against my clit. A chill runs through me as I dip my hand low, surprised by how wet I am. What is this guy doing to me? I wonder. Never have I ever been so horny and eager to touch myself, let alone to do so by the demand of a stranger.
“Are you touching yourself, sweets? Is your pussy wet for me?” he questions, the rattle in his voice sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes!”
“Good. Imagine me there with you. Watching from across the room while you play in your dripping pussy. She looks so pretty from over here.”
“Um.” I moan, dipping my fingers in and out of my wetness.
“Do you like me watching you?”
I don’t respond. Verbal communication during any type of sex has never been my thing. I like to focus and enjoy the bliss I’m in. But I sense he needs more.
“Do you?” he demands, his tone deeper and for some reason sexier than before.
“Yes, I love you watching me.”
“Um. You’ve got me so hard, sweets. I’m going to approach you now. Open your legs for me. I need to see all of you as I stroke my dick through my pants.”
Instinctively, I push back in my chair, spreading my legs wide like he’s really here with me. I picture him—well, the image I’ve conjured up of him—standing in front of me, biting his lips and reaching out to me.
“I’m in front of you now. Damn, I want to touch you, taste you, smell you.”
“Then do it. Do all those things.”
“I know you’d want that, but not yet, beautiful. I need you to crave my dick.”
“Um… I do, I have since last night.”
He groans, and the line goes quiet for a moment. The only noise to be heard is his heavy panting. Damn, even his sex breath sounds good to me.
“What do you want? Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Um… Hard! Nice and hard.”
“Yeah. What else?” He moans in my ear.
“I want to feel your dick in the pit of my stomach, stretching me out with each stroke.”
“I want that, too, beautiful. You don’t even know how bad.”
“I can imagine.”
“I’m going to release my dick now. Play with your pussy for me. I wanna hear how she sounds without that fucking vibrator.”
“I thought you liked the sound of it. It at least seemed like it.”
“Oh, I did, baby. But there’s nothing better than the pleasing cries of a hungry pussy. Is yours hungry?”
“She is.”
“Good. Finger yourself. The way you imagine me fucking you. Picture me knelt in front of you, jerking myself, waiting for you to make yourself come.”
I pump my wrist, working myself into a frenzy. Thinking of how hot it would be if he was here. How turned on I would be to see him jack off to me masturbating at my desk. To know my assistant and coworkers are on the other side of these four walls, clueless of the things he’s asking me to do. Damn, it feels so good to be…nasty and kinky. I don’t even know his name, yet I desire to please him. To make him come just as he asked. I focus on him and what his face must look like in this moment. Does he have hair? What would it be like to run my hands through it, to grip it and pull his face between my thighs?
Moans escape him, letting me know he’s enjoying it also. Ensuring me I’ve succeeded in turning him on and soon getting him off. The thought fuels me, sending a rush of confidence through me, and I want nothing more than to revel in it.
“My pussy is so wet for you.”
“Hmm. I can hear her, sweets. So fucking wet. Pump your fingers harder for me.”
I bite back a moan and speed up my strokes, hitting my G-spot just right. “Uh,” I let out.
“Atta girl. I’m about to cum, baby, let me hear those cries.”
I poke my spot again. “Uh. Oh my…”
“Faster!” He groans.
“Fuck! Yes…uh…uh. I’m—”
“Cumming… Fuck, fuck. Uhhhh,” he blurts out.
A few seconds later, I, too, find my release. I stay still, letting my mind settle around what just happened. I chuckle and shake my head.
“What’s funny?”
“I can’t believe I did that.”
“You mean we, and it was fucking amazing.”
“It was really good.” I stand to pull my skirt back into place before reaching for a wet wipe from my purse to clean my hands. My blouse is a little disheveled, so I take time to straighten it as well.
“I’d love—”
Checking my watch, I notice I have only ten minutes until my presentation. “Listen, this was great, but I need to go.” I quickly gather my materials.
“Wait! At least tell me your name.”
I pick the phone up, staring at it longer than I intend to. It completely slipped my mind that I never gave him a name. A part of me wants to leave it this way, keep the mystery of this whole thing. But it’s the least I can do after having phone sex with him—twice now.
“Jessica.” I say slyly.
“Beautiful. Have a great day, sweets.”
Kade
“Fuck, that was hot.” I reach for a tissue from my desk. Sweet little Jessica surely made a mess of me today. I glance down to find my seed is all over the front of my pants. With the thin material wrapped around my index finger, I pat at the white substance, hoping it doesn’t leave a stain. My efforts aren’t successful when I see little balls of lint collecting on the fabric.
I stand, letting my slacks fall to my feet before picking them up to place them in the dirty clothes hamper. When I reach my closet, I flip on the light, drop them in the bin, and snag a fresh pair from a hanger. Shaking my head, I replay the morning and night before in my mind. I dialed Candace’s number as I have many times before, not for a second thinking I would misdial it, but I did, and boy am glad about it. Best fucking accident ever. Maybe it was the adrenaline rushing to my dick that hadn’t allowed me to pick up on that mistake or the fact Jessica sounds nothing like Candace. Her voice is much sweeter. Not that there needs to be a comparison, they’re two completely different beings, but damn am I intrigued.
In the years I’ve dealt with Candace, I’ve never been this turned on. Now, don’t get me wrong, she’s amazing in bed, but there’s something about Jessica that hooks me, almost hypnotizing me. When I dialed her number again, I hadn’t expected her to pick up. I figured last night was pure luck but I needed to know why she hadn’t disconnected the call. And it was my intention to ask, but as the phone rang and I waited for her to pick up, I thought back to the way she’d sounded. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was demanding she let me finish.
I know, this all started out on the wrong foot as my mom would say, but damn if I don’t give a shit. Call me crazy, and hell, I might be, but the way she responded to me has me wanting to explore every facet of her being. I want to figure out what makes her tick, what makes her laugh, and most of all, what buttons I’ll need to press to have her calling my name.
My phone buzzes, pulling me from the pits of my mind, reminding me of a pending meeting. I button my slacks then slip on my Berluti Oxfords and shutting the closet door behind me. On my way out, I snatch up my phone, keys, and wallet before slipping my arms into my custom-tailored blazer. With one last glance around the room, I head out to make my meeting in downtown LA.
Unlocking my car, I climb in and press the push-to-start button, all while smiling as Jessica occupies my conscience, and I wonder if she’s still thinking of me, too. Quickly, I scroll my call log and program her number as Sweet Jessica, then toss it in the passenger seat. I shift my vehicle into gear, making a promise to myself that today won’t be the last time she hears from me.
3
Jessica
I rush along the crowded sidewalk, sliding my way through the sea of people heading to my destination. I’m more than twenty minutes late and do not look forward to hearing the girls’ mouths. When I step into the restaurant, I scan the crowd looking for my friends, spotting them in the middle of the room at a table for four. Ariel waves me over with a smile, and I dash toward them.
“Sorry I’m late.” I drop my purse to the floor and take my seat.
“You made it,” Ariel proclaims.
“Finally, bitch, we’re starving,” Chante adds.
“Exactly,” Lee chimes in.
“I know, I know. I had to send off an email to my boss before I left out. That, and I overslept.”
“Email? It’s Saturday.” Chante frowns.
“Now you know damn well she works around the clock,” Lee teases.
“Oh hush. Have you ordered mimosas yet?” I reply while peeling my jacket off.
“We haven’t ordered anything. Was waiting on you.”
I flag down a waiter. “Excuse me, can we get a pitcher of mimosas, please.”
He nods and sprints toward the kitchen. After several minutes, he returns with two full pitchers for the table and proceeds to take our orders. We’ve had a standing reservation here every Saturday since I moved to town. It’s a surprise to me they don’t know what our order is, considering we get the same thing every time.
“How did the presentation go yesterday?” Lee asks, pouring the sweet elixir into each of our glasses.
“Amazing! We got the contract, and I will be running point.”
They cheer me on, each with their own expression of congratulations.
“Thank you. The client loved it and has hired us for the next six trainings.”
“Amazing! But why do you sound so surprised? You know you’re good as shit, J,” Chante adds.
“I know, but this was my first solo demo, so I was on edge.”
