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Subject: RP: "The 3am Phone Call" by Sybian (M/f, D/s)
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                              " 3am Phone Call" by Sybian
                             © 1998  by  Sybian1@aol.com 
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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 amd 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, Cristina, 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, Michael"

"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, Michael? 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, Michael. 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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