Let Me Listen To The Water Pound Your Clit
One thing I’ve always enjoyed is masturbating in the shower with the shower massager. Feeling the hot, strong stream of water on my clit makes me cum so fucking hard. I mentioned this one day to my phone sex partner and he said he wanted to hear me do it to myself. I said it’s nicer to talk for longer on the phone and play in bed with my fingers, but he was really excited to hear me in there, so I said ok.
So the next time we were going to have phone sex I told him I was going to get in the shower. I hadn’t cum in a few days, so was getting kind of horny as it was. I stepped in naked and turned the water on while I was on the phone with him. He was already stroking his cock. I turned the massager head on the hardest setting and put one leg up on the side of the tub and turned the water even hotter than it was and I started to moan as soon as I felt it touch my clit. I was feeling it drive me crazy and totally lost in the sensations. I could hardly even concentrate on what he was saying it felt so good at that moment.
I don’t take long to cum in the shower, it’s such an intense orgasm that way. It’s hot and hard and explosive as hell. He came just as I was starting to, and I screamed like I was going insane and it echoed off the bathroom walls and sounded so loud. He said he blew a tremendous load listening to me carry on that way and cum so hard. When you cum that way, it’s so intense you don’t need more than one orgasm, your clit is totally numb from the intense sensations. It’s a fucking good time!
The Boss Fingered Me
I got this new job a few months ago and I’ve seen the boss staring at me, you’d think in today’s climate of so many women accusing men he’d be afraid of being brought up on charges, but he had many women afraid of him and how he acted, women with no other employment prospects that needed the job he gave them, and he knew it, so he pretty much did as he saw fit. One night after work he asked me about my finances and I was a bit shocked by the question, and he asked if I needed extra money, of course I did and told him.
He smiled and said he knew a way for me to get some more money and I asked how. Then he told me to strip. I cannot say I was surprised by his command. He said if I did as he told me to do, there would be five hundred dollars cash in it for me. I was not about to turn that down. When I went to take my panties off he said to stop and leave them on. I did as I was told.
He then stood up beside me, I could feel his breath on my neck and his hand went down between my legs and under the edge of my panties and started to stroke my pussy. He gently edged my feet apart with his foot to spread my legs a bit wider and even though I had not signed up for this, I had to admit how he was touching me felt good, really good. My breathing started to quicken and deepen and I knew if he didn’t stop touching me I was going to cum, and he knew it as well, and of course he did not stop. His fingers worked my clit over and over, his hand moving faster and faster. I couldn’t believe I was getting five hundred dollars just for letting him rub my pussy and making me cum. I gripped the corner of the desk with my hands to steady myself as I got closer and closer to orgasm and I glanced up at him, all the while him smirking at me. I soon exploded in orgasm and he continued to rub me, more slowly and gently and then as my breathing calmed down he stopped and asked me if I enjoyed that. I didn’t answer. I just took the money offered to me and I walked out of the office. I wondered how many more opportunities like this I might have and how much I might earn. I guess I will have to wait and find out.
Sweet Dreams, Baby
If you think guys are the only ones having wet dreams, think again. I’d had hot phone sex with one of my phone partners before I went to bed and it was very satisfying and very hot. I’d played with him several times over the last few months and liked it more and more with him each time.
I went to bed, and I usually don’t even have sexy dreams, it’s just not something I’m lucky enough to have very often. Only once every few years, really. Well I had a hell of a dream about fucking my phone sex partner and I woke up in the middle of an orgasm. I was so wet and squeezed my thighs together to draw it out and it was hot as fuck. I texted him to tell him what just happened. I didn’t want to call and wake him if he was still sleeping, so sent the text instead. He was already awake and asked if he could call so we could have another round of fun. I said of course and in minutes I was rubbing my already wet cunt to yet another orgasm, what a way to start the day!
I wish I had dreams like this every week, it would sure be hot to wake up in the middle of an orgasm like that on a regular basis. Guys do luck out in that department, yet I’m glad I can cum multiple times and most guys cannot. Wet dreams are a fantastic thing to have, now if only I could not only make them happen more frequently, but control who was staring in them, that would be fantastic. Who knows, I may master lucid dreaming yet, just depends I guess! This new phone partner is one hot fuck on the phone if I do say so, I could play with him every night and not get bored.
What Daddy Heard
When I was younger and still living at home, I couldn’t always see my boyfriend to fuck as often as I would have liked, he lived at home too, so we could only really fuck when one of our sets of parents was out for a few hours and slip in and play then when no one was around. We had lots of phone sex and I was always worried my parents would hear me, since I’m kind of loud when I cum. My parents were out for dinner with friends and I called my boyfriend to come over that we had the house to ourselves.
He came over and we fucked for hours and I wasn’t quiet, why would I be, we had total privacy, or so I thought. My boyfriend left after a couple of hours and my mom arrived home a while later. I asked her where daddy was and she said didn’t you know, I said know what. She said daddy had hurt his leg and didn’t feel up to walking much so he decided to stay home and rest and he’d been in his den all night. I froze. That meant he had been across the hall the entire night and heard me and my boyfriend carry on like fucking animals.
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell her. The next day I could barely look him in the eye. I asked him if he was feeling any better after his injury and he said he was. I asked him if everything was ok, I was nearly blushing as I asked and he winked at me and said yes, everything was ok. I knew he knew and he knew I knew he knew, yet we said no more. It was an odd little secret we had from mom. He’s a cool dad. When I think of what he must have heard, I’m so embarrassed to think about it, but I didn’t know he was home. I told my boyfriend about it and he laughed and I said it wasn’t funny. He said maybe next time my mom goes out he can come over anyway even if my dad’s still at home! He’s terrible!
Mid Life Carpet Munchers
I had always harbored same sex fantasies, but never acted on them or had an opportunity to even if I wanted to. When I was in my late thirties and my husband left me for a younger woman, I was sadly then in the same boat as several of my female friends. Middle aged, divorced, and alone. I still had needs, wants, desires. I didn’t have tons of men beating down my door, and one night I was commiserating with a good friend of mine that had been through the same thing as I was going through, and one night we started to talk about how much we missed sex and about some of our sexual fantasies.
I told her for years I’d had lesbian fantasies and thought of a woman going down on me when it was my husband and she giggled and said it was the same for her, many times she’d close her eyes and imagine another woman between her legs, not her husband. She too had not had an opportunity to play with another woman but was open to the idea if it came around. We’d had a few bottles of wine with dinner and I playfully reached over and kissed her and she kissed me back.
We were both a bit shocked at it, but it didn’t stop us and we continued and things went along, I was soon squeezing her breast and playing with her nipple. I could tell I was getting wet and I’d bet she was as well. She played the next move and slid her hand up my skirt and I could feel her fingers toying with the ever dampening crotch of my panties. My clit was stiff and wanted to be touched. I spread my legs wider to allow her access and she got the idea and slipped her hand into my panties.
I was slick with my own juices and she stroked my clit gently at first before speeding up her caresses until I was bucking against her hand and soon came from her touching me. I then wanted to return the favor and laid her back and stripped her down naked and I was soon kissing down her belly to get to her sopping wet cunt, which I soon had my face buried in. I licked and I sucked at her juicy pussy, and she smelled and tasted incredible.
Her fingers were in my hair, guiding my hungry mouth to just the right spots and I was lapping furiously at her cunt and I was soon rewarded with a face full of juice. I licked it all up and we were both left a sweaty, breathless mess. Covered in our own and each other’s wetness. We lay there in each other’s arms, half surprised, half embarrassed by our unexpected evening of passion. I think it’s good we revealed this to one another. We felt even closer as friends, and I’ve not a doubt we will have more passionate evenings like this one ahead of us very soon.
