Phone Call To Kelly

They had planned out the call beforehand, of course. Not all the details, but enough. He was travelling on business that week and she wasn’t, so she would have access to all her “stuff”.

As always, the waiting was sweet agony. Kelly had taken care of all the clients, including the ones on the west coast, put together the latest numbers, submitted the report, sent a couple of emails out. Then Kelly rushed home and began the transformation. Stripping off the conservative suit, the stupid tie, the uncomfortable shoes, she got her bath ready. She poured herself a glass of red wine. Then she immersed herself in the warm, perfumed water, and everything was good again. All the evils of the office melted away, as the wine and warm water worked their magic chemistry. Again she was in the realm of the feminine, where all is sublime and beautiful, the soft world that knows only the labors of love, whence responsibility and stress and shame are banished by sweet submission to the Master. For the rest of the evening, and until the sun came up again, she would be in that happy land. True, it would have been far better if her Master had been there in the flesh, to care for and feed her soul. But at least they would speak to one another tonight; at least she would her his voice.

And he had made sure he had his own work done that day, staying late enough to get everything “put to bed” in the lab (the furnace was off and the solution would cool overnight, yielding the crystalline product), but not so late that he rushed or stressed out. Enough time to work out, shower, have a drink, get something to eat. Back in his room, he got cleaned up, and slipped in his silk boxers and a robe and lay on the bed. It was only ten minutes to kick-off, but it still seemed like an eternity. He couldn’t even keep his mind on the book he’d brought.

Now, for the hard part, she thought. What to wear? I havegot to do some serious shopping, I just don’t haveanything to wear anymore. He’s seen me in all those outfits already… I know he likes my brown curly wig. Maybe that and the body stocking….

Funny…most women would have just gone to bed in flannel pajamas or an old tee shirt and a pair of floral print panties and just said they had something sexy on, but with someone “special” like Kelly, the clothes were critical. The whole essence of womanhood and femininity was wrapped up in fabric. She had to be dressed, dressed alluringly, or there was simply no point to it. She had to make the men horny and the other girls jealous – even if she was all alone in her apartment.

He waited until just a few minutes past the hour to dial her. Don’t want her to know I’m climbing the walls…got to play it cool. Ah, fuck it, who am I fooling? I can’t wait.

She let it ring for a while. She wasn’t quite ready yet. Six times, seven times, then she calmly answered. Don’t want him to think I’m counting the minutes.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby. It’s ya daddy.”

“Mmmmm….I’ve missed you, Daddy Jim.”

“I’ve missed you, too, you little bitch. I’ve been going crazy thinking about you all day. Thank God for those lab coats – they hid my hard on. So what are you wearing?”

“I’m all dressed in white, like a good girl. I have on my white marabou slippers that you like, and white stockings, and a white garter skirt, and a little white lace demi bra, and my white choker, and my short white silk robe. I hope you like it. I want to look all pretty for you.”

“Ah, you know you do, baby. You’re the prettiest lil’ thing I ever did fuck. But what about your panties?”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Why, you shameless little slut! So your clit is just sticking out there where you can play with it, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s naughty, but I just get so horny when you talk to me that I have to play with it, and you know panties are such a hassle with a garter belt.”

Yep, she had him on that one.

“What’s your hair like, baby?”

“I have on my curly brown one.”

“Oh, good girl, you know I like to see you in that one. Now, do you have that special vibrator ready?”

“Yes, sir, it’s all ready.”

“Good. Now lay on your side, and spread your legs and put the vibrator tip right on your little brown rosebud. That’s a good girl. Now, get ready to slide it in. Ready?”

“Oh, yes, sir, I’m ready.”

“You know how you like it when we lay in bed together, side by side, and you lift your leg and I enter you from behind?”

“Oh, yes, I love that! I love being fucked that way…”

“Well, close your eyes and get ready to feel that again, girl.”

“Yes, sir, I’m ready to feel you enter me from behind. Please, please do me now! Please let me push it in – I can’t wait any longer!”

“Here we go, push it in yourself, baby, push it up your ass, now, Kelly, push that vibrator up your ass! All the way, slut!”

She let out a long moan that he probably could’ve heard without a telephone. The large vibrator, well lubed, slipped right passed the tight and timid sphincter and up her eager ass. She groaned with anal pleasure. Oh, shit, she felt like such a slut, a cheap slut who let a man tell her what to do over the phone, a slut who was only too willing to sodomize herself at her dom’s command. She felt like a slut, and she loved it.

The vibrator was shaped like a cock and made of flesh colored silicone rubber. It had a flared base, and it had a something else in it. It was remote controlled – really remote. From a thousand miles away, he turned a knob in his hotel room, and she felt the buzzing in her ass. OOOHHHHH, she arched her back and closed her eyes hard. It was powerful, it was deep, and it was completely out of her control now. Then the buzzing stopped, and she caught her breath. As she lay there, panting, he spoke to her again.

“Did you like that, Kelly?”

She grabbed her boy-clit and stroked and squeezed herself.

“Yes,” was all she panted in answer.

Again, he flipped the switch and sent her into a vibrational frenzy. It was only buzzing for a few seconds. He let it subside so that she could work herself into a slow rhythm. Soon she was bellowing like a cow under a rutting bull. She was losing all sense of shame and self-control, as she played with her pretty cock and balls, all the while being rectally ravished by her Master, so far away. Only his voice kept her grounded to any sense of reality.

“Play with yourself, baby. Touch yourself. You know where you like to touch yourself. Make yourself feel real good, baby. I want you to come for me – but not yet!”

He did his own stroking, too, aided by several, shall we say, “artifacts”. He always kept some pictures of her in his briefcase. He loved to lay about in the hotel room and look at the most recent pictures he had taken of her, in various states of undress, all the while stroking himself into a wonderful state of erection. And this time was no exception: he had some nice ones of her in her latest glamour slut outfit. But besides the visual aides, he liked to take something else with him while they were apart, something for a more animal sense. He liked to have her scent with him, and for that, there was nothing like having a pair of her panties. Rubbing them all across his face made his masturbation drama so much more intense, so much more real, if a phone fantasy can be called real.

He knew just how to talk her into an orgasm. When he talked to her, he could take her back to those places in her mind, those places in her past, where the joy of dressing up and the joy of masturbation were still fresh and young. And of course she had helped him, revealing her secret desires to him, one by one, until he knew all the right things to say and to do to bring her to the edge and then finally carry her over.

“Kelly, darling, you know I want you. I want to fuck your ass, all the time. You know how much I love to fuck your ass.”

“Do you like my ass? Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”

She wanted him to want her so bad. She had to feel he wanted her, that she was beautiful, irresistable, unbelievably sexy and desirable.

“Hell, I want you so bad, baby! My cock is hard as a fuckin’ rock, and I want to rape you and fuck you and pound your sweet ass….”

“Oh, yes, I want you to fuck my ass so much! I wish you were here fucking me now.”

“Oh, so do I, baby, so do I.”

He had to slow down a bit on his own impassioned stroking. She had him close to the brink already. Time for a change of pace…

“I’m gonna let you ride the pony backwards now, the way you like to do. You know you like riding my big hard cock, don’t you, baby? You like to impale yourself on my cock and ride up and down on it, up and down…”

“God, yes, I want to ride that cock, I love it so much.”

“Now be a good girl and sit on that vibrator. Go on, squat on that step stool so you can ride up and down on it real hard.”

She had the upholstered foot stool ready at the foot of the bed. Keeping the vibrator inserted up her ass, she squatted on the stool and then leaned her back against the bed, still stroking her erect clitty. She remembered the times she had ridden the pony with him, bouncing up and down in such a frenzy that he feared she would rip his cock off. Now she was reliving those wonderful moments, listening to his commands.

“Ride that thing, bitch! Ride it hard!”

He sent another series of buzzing pulses thru the vibrator. She moaned. She was practically drooling, lost in lust. She stroked her clit in rhythm with her ass grinding, which she subordinated to his electronic teasing. The vibrations were less intense now, and slower, but steadier. Her mind drifted in and out of the realms of masturbation fantasy.

“You want to be my girl, baby? You want to be my girlfriend and get fucked up your ass? Huh, baby?”

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes…..”

She was slamming herself up and down now to the point of making her ass sore, but she didn’t care any more. Her own shaft was rock hard as she stroked it and then squeezed the fleshy head. She knew she was close.

“Do you want me to shoot my cum up your ass, Kelly? Are you ready?”

“Yes, please, I’m so close, I can’t take much more, sir, please, cum with me, I….”

As he grasped his erection in what would have seemed to an observer like a death grip, he touched his testicles with his left hand. He massaged the magic spot, the spot that she had so expertly lapped on that first heavenly night, the spot that sent pleasure waves pulsing up thru his body and made his face flush and made his mind wheel.

“NOW, CUM NOW!” he roared, literally roared. Somebody in the next room at the hotel pounded on the wall a few times, but he was oblivious to it, as he thrashed about on the bed in absurd primal abandon. Nothing, no force of nature, no indignant neighbors could impede his orgasm or his pleasure therein. And Kelly, in her own room, heard his voice and obeyed. She let herself go. As one final fantastic image of her lover’s ferociously frenzied face flashed thru her mind, she gave in to the intruder in her rectum and the lustful demands of her clit/cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She ground down hard on the vibrator, let out a whimper, and squeezed the tip of her clit. She exploded in orgasm and began to shoot jet after jet of girlie cum out of her cock. Her ass was singing for joy. They both devoutly believed that their throbbing cock pulses coincided exactly. Both of them were lost for some time in the dazed land of the satisfied passion.

Finally, he roused himself sufficiently back to reality to speak again.

“Love ya, baby. Daddy loves ya,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Kisses, sweetie. Kiss, kiss,” she whispered back.

The pathetic lovers gave each other silly kisses over the phone, before hanging up, and drifting off into peaceful slumber.