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Subject: STORY: "The 3am Phone Call" by Sybian (M/f, D/s, husband)
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                               The 3am Phone Call by Sybian

Another night of illicit fucking and sucking at the Marriott was drawing to a
close. You laid between my legs and tenderly suckled on my shaved scrotum,
first taking one ball into your mouth, then the other. My hand tousled your
damp dark brown mane, wet with the sweat of your exertions and some of my
ejaculations. I watched as your small painted fingers once more wrapped around
my semi-erect cock and you slowly pumped it, willing it awake. I groaned and
through half opened eyes surveyed the damages. Sex toys were littered
everywhere. Lifelike rubber penis' were scattered like cast off banannas.
Black, white, 6", 8", yes, even a 12" monster that for the first time you had
accomodated in your ass! A tube of lubricant was on it's side on the dresser,
the last of it's contents long gone. A pair of handcuffs was on the floor,
their chrome finish dulled by use. A ball gag, silk rope, a blindfold, my black
leather cock ring, anal beads, a vibrator. The room looked like a tornado had
hit a sex shop in Times Square! I picked up the Polaroids I had taken and
enjoyed them as your hand continued to slowly pump my still greasy pole. Ah,
here was my favorite. You with your legs tied over your head, the 12" inch
rubber cock firmly in your asshole, a smaller dildo in your sopping cunt, your
eyes blindfolded, the ball gag firmly in your open mouth. I had taken this one
just after I had made you cum by alternatingly working both cocks in and out of
your holes. On the nightstand was a hotel glass with some semen in it, from
when I made you jerk me off into it and then had you drink it, hours ago. I
looked down at you as you continued to stroke me, lost as you were in your
ministrations. Your stockings, which had been new when the evening started,
were now ripped in several places. Only one stilletto heeled shoe still
remained on your foot, the other was across the room. One of the garter straps
from your corset had broken as had a couple of the snaps on the corset itself.
This was the result of the force of the many orgasms you enjoyed that night. We
counted seventeen. I chuckled to myself remembering the time you told me on the
phone that you didn't think you could cum twice! And then you did, over the
phone no less! That seemed like ages ago. My cock was now growing erect again
as your hand slowly slid up and down the slimy shaft. 
You suddenly stopped, keeping your hand at the base of my shaft, making it
twitch. Your eyes rose to meet mine and suddenly you said; "Master, should I
call him now?" I manage to groan out a response as your fist tightened around
my thickening rod. "Well, you told him you would, what time is it?"
"Three AM. He must being going crazy. I told him I'd call by midnight", you
giggled as you ran your tongue around the head of my cock.
"Well, slut, you really should you know."
"Mmmmmmmmmm" as you took me deep into your warm throat, "You're right, you're
always right Master, okay, hand me the phone", once again taking my full length
into your still cock hungry mouth.
I reached over to the nightstand and brought the phone onto the bed.
You gave my cock a kiss and sat up on your haunches. I admired the way your
torn stockings still clung to your great legs. You placed the phone to your ear
and quickly punched in the number. I watched your suddenly so serious face. You
glanced at me and winked.
"Hi, it's me"
"Yes, I did it"
"I know I said I'd call at twelve, but I was busy"
"Amazing, hon, the most amazing night of my life.........and it's not over",
your eyes now locking on mine as we exchanged knowing smiles.
"Yes, I have pictures.......tons of them", you said to your husband as you
reached over to the pile of Polaroids, picking one up, examining it, and then
turning it so I could see. It was one from early in the evening. It showed you
from the side, kneeling on the floor, in your high heels and hose, grasping the
12" rubber phallus by it's base while you sucked it. Your back was arched and
your lower legs were bent upward. A smaller, thinner dildo protruded from your
ass, like a tail. Delicious. I thought to myself what a lucky man your husband
was, but that I didn't have to be lucky, just good. 
"No, no, I'll be home by dawn, I just want to finish up here"
You leaned over and took my slimy shaft in your hand, working it slowly.
"Well, there's a big cock in my hand that wants to cum again"
"I don't know five or  six", looking up at me, I shrugged, having not kept
track of my orgasms, only yours.
"No, really, five or six, and all nice, big loads. This is a man we're talkin'
about here, honey"
"Me? Seventeen, can you believe it, babe? I came seventeen times in 6 hours.
Sometimes three or four at a time. Remember when we read about multiple
orgasms? And I have a feeling there's one more to come", you giggled into the
phone at your pun.
"No, I promise, by dawn, I just want to finish up"
"How? Well, I think I'm going to suck on this thing in my hand first, wanna
hear?"
You placed the receiver on my thickly muscled thigh and then positioned
yourself to service me.
"Can you hear okay, sweetheart? Okay, here I go!"
Holding my spread legs to steady yourself you started to fuck me with your
mouth, the fact that your husband was listening making you nearly rabid with
desire. The slurpping sounds filled the room as did my throaty moans. You went
on like this for five minutes and then grasping my rod in your fist, picked up
the phone with your free hand.
"Like that, hon? Bet you're jacking off, right? I knew it!"
"How does it feel to listen to your wife suck another man's dick? Did it make
you as hot as you thought it would?"
As you started to slowly jerk my meat again, you mouthed the words, "He's close
to cumming", and winked again at me.
"Okay, go ahead and finish yourself, while I finish here. Just have the image
of your slutty wife in a hotel room getting her sopping cunt fucked by some
other man's big, thick cock, and I'll bet you'll cum real fast baby."
Yes, of course. I'll keep his final load in my pussy for you to lick out when I
come home, Master said that would be fine."
You grasped my shaft just beneath the head with three fingers and began to pump
me furiously.
"Okay, got to go, baby. There's another load of creamy, hot cum headed my way
and I don't want to miss a drop. See you in an hour or two. Bye. Luv you."
You blew a kiss into the phone and hung it up, as we both started laughing like
children after a particularly nasty prank.

sybian1@aol.com


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