1. Little Perversions


    Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Dancing_Doll, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    silhouette. The tall proud buildings fall into the evening shadows and the dirty, rank alleys of my psyche light up with possibilities. Of all my vices, you’ve always been my favorite fix. In reality we don’t quite fit, but there’s something freeing in that too. If we did, we might risk becoming victims of complacency and then we’d have to seek the rush elsewhere. Try that angle too many times and things could become dangerous. I sink down into the leather club chair again and reach for my phone, dragging my bare toes against the cool glass windows as though I’m cutting lines of white powder across a mirror. Expectation is setting in now and I can almost taste you. I bury my free hand in my mess of blonde hair and arch my back, feeling your energy inside me, as though your phantom cock is teasing my hot little cunt through the wires. You answer after an appropriate stall of three rings, almost tipping into voicemail before your voice tickles my ear like a wet tongue. I’m blunt and to the point. “Wanna fuck me?” Your interest is instantly piqued, and like a pusher of dirty fantasies, I try to pull you in. “You know I do.” “Then get over here,” I tell you. “Your nasty little slut is waiting.” I hear your low chuckle. “Oh, really. And what have you been doing all afternoon?” “Preparing my tight little ass for your cock,” I purr. “Then I took a nice hot shower before turning the water on ice cold. My nipples are still constricted and hard. My cunt is warm though. I can feel ...
    the heat with my fingers while I fuck myself.” I hear you draw in your breath. “Is that what you’re doing now.” “I am,” I confess, as I slide two digits in on a curve and hold them there, nice and deep. “Right in front of my wall of windows.” “Ah, where everyone can watch, of course.” “If they want,” I admit with indifference. “But you know I’d rather be watched by you.” “I want to,” you tell me, and I hear shuffling, as though you’re disappearing to a more private area of whatever room you’re in. Your voice lowers. “What if I can’t make it tonight?” “What would stop you?” “Obligations…” I know she’s probably there with you right now, and tempting you makes me a little more eager to master your undoing. “Send her home.” “It’s Friday night…” “Pick an excuse. You’re good at them, remember?” I hear your low laugh and I pull my juicy fingers from my cunt and slide them into my mouth, licking and sucking as you linger silently on the other line like a captive audience. “Come on, tell me what I have to do to get you here,” I say coyly. “I’m all wet and slippery and I don’t want to have to dial another number.” “You would do that, wouldn’t you. Scroll through your digital Black Book and order someone else.” “You’re always first on my list,” I remind you, and I’m being honest here. “No one else knows quite how to handle me.” “Ahhhh, you need to be ‘handled’ tonight,” you conclude. “And so, what’s in it for me?’ “Oh, so many things,” I promise as I begin to rub my clit. “Want a little ...
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