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From: an1246@anon.penet.fi (Bix)
Subject: New STORY: Telephone Games 4
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Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1993 12:22:46 GMT



Assignment #1 Completed.

I chuckled as I watched you leave my assignment in the form of a
message on my computer this morning, MASTER.  You see, as if
somehow planned, I had actually already completed the assignment
before you even gave it to me.  In fact, I wondered, and still do,
to some degree, if you weren't somehow involved in how it came
about.  I don't suppose you would tell me if you had been, but it
seems so coincidental.  Anyway, as you wish, follows in the written
account of how my first assignment on this April Fools Day was
completed.



Last night, after I had finished reading some of the files that you
had sent me, I was very tired and very horny.  It has been so
frustrating knowing that even if I had the opportunity to be with
you, I still couldn't take your cock inside me.  I will be so
grateful when this torture is over.  So, as I said, I was tired and
it was late, but not too late.  I decided to just go to bed since
I had been up early that morning and essentially busy all day.  I
hoped against hope that I would hear the phone ring and have your
wonderful, strong voice caress me from a distance.  

I lay in bed and began to run my fingernails over my skin.  I
wasn't really sleepy, just tired and very frustrated.  I hadn't
come since my surgery, even though I had been close several times. 
I wasn't sure if it would hurt, so I timidly decided to allow my
passion subside each time.  It was frustrating, but practical.  As
my fingers caressed my breasts, I closed my eyes and spread my
legs, wishing you were lying between them, ready to thrust yourself
inside me.  I was still wearing my panties because I wasn't sure if
I was still leaking a little and didn't want to soil my sheets.  I
pulled at my nipples, making them hard and forming goosebumps on my
breasts.  The air was cool, but my heat made up for the chill in
the room.  

I started to breathe heavier, hearing your voice in my head, saying
what I wished you would say to me.  You were giving me commands. 
"Spread you legs, slave.  Finger your clit.  Make yourself wet for
me, so I can ravage you with my thick cock."  Even repeating them
now makes me wet.  I wanted to feel your hands on me, I wanted you
to spank my ass and then fuck me hard.  The phone actually made me
jump on the bed.  I smiled a lazy smile, knowing no one but you
would call me at this hour.  I couldn't wait to hear your sexy
voice.

"Hello?" I said, slowly and what I thought was a bit sexily. There
was no response.  I thought maybe the phone was too far from my
mouth and I hadn't been heard.  "Hello?" I repeated a little
louder, the phone closer to my mouth.

"Hi," I heard a quiet, somewhat ragged, male voice say.  I smiled
again, thinking that the voice sounded somewhat like you trying to
diguise your voice and not saying much so that you wouldn't be
detected.  I thought you were playing with me, giving me a genuine
obscene phone call without actually being you.  I wanted to play
along.

"Hi," I said, still smiling.

"How are you?" the voice said, still low and labored.

"I'm fine.  Who is this?"  I asked playfully, thinking you couldn't
keep it up long enough.

"This is..." he hesitated,  "Rick."

"Oh, Rick," I said, just knowing that you had given me a fake name
and everything.  "Rick, what?"  I challenged.

"Rick Horvath," he answered readily.

"Who were you trying to call, Rick?"

"Uh, Amy," he said.  I sat up a little.  Maybe I was wrong, maybe
it wasn't you afterall.

"Who's Amy?" I asked.

"My girlfriend," he said, still breathing hard.

"Oh.  And how did you happen to dial this number, Rick?" I asked. 
My voice was low and soft.  It was obvious that he was already
turned on, I was trying to take it further.

"Dumb luck, I guess," he chuckled.

"I guess.  Well, did you write this number down?" I asked.

"No," he said, surprised.  Hey, I wasn't taking any chances!

"Ok.  So, you want to play a little?" I challenged.

"Yeah," he was breathing harder.

"Good.  Are you hard, Rick?" I stroked him with my voice.

"Yeah."  I could tell he was playing with himself.

"Does Amy make you hard?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"So, how come you're not with her tonight?"

"'Cause I had to go to this dinnner.  I just got home and I was
trying to call her."

"Does she get you off over the phone?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"Well, just pretend I'm Amy, ok?" I said.

"Ok."

"Do you like Amy to suck your dick?"

His breathing came even faster.  "Yeah, I like that a lot."

"I bet you do.  How big is that dick of yours, anyway, Rick?" I
asked sweetly.

"About eight inches," he replied, a slight bit of pride in his
voice.  He could have been lying, but did it really matter?

"Oooh.  Nice and big.  I like that.  Well, pretend Amy is sucking
your eight inch dick.  Licking it, kissing it.  Does that feel
good, Rick?"

"Yeah, it feels great."

"Would you like for Amy to get you off like this?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, she's sucking you, making you harder and bigger.  Her mouth is
going faster and faster, fuck her face, Rick.  Fuck her with your
eight-inch dick."  I was lying on my stomach, moving my hips in
bed, wishing, pretending, that your cock was beneath them, fucking
me while I talked to this guy.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," he sighed.  I could tell he would
come quickly.  I decided to speed things up.

"How old are you, Rick?"

"33."

"And what do you look like?"

"Brown hair, brown eyes, about 6' tall," he said, somewhat
hopefully.

"Nice," I said with warmth.  He didn't sound 33.  He sounded more
like 19, but hey, why would he lie?  And if he did, like I said,
what difference would it make.  I was glad he wasn't my lover,
though, too immature and too quick to come.  Poor Amy.  But he was
a nice enough guy, and something made me want to make him come
really hard.

"So, do you wanna fuck, Rick?" I asked suddenly.

"Yeah, I sure do!" he said, getting hotter.

"Ok, Amy's climbing onto your lap, sitting on your big dick."

"We like to do it doggie-style," he said, taking something of a
lead in direction.  This surprised me a little.  Ok, let's do it
doggie-style.

"Oh, you do, huh?  Fine, she's on her hands and knees and you're
slamming that eight-inch dick into her.  In, out, in out, faster,
harder!" I was raising my voice, but still whispering.  It was an
urgent gasp, like he was fucking me with that eight-inch dick.

"Oh, yeah, it feels good!" he was stroking his dick faster, I could
hear it.  His voice got lower and more strangled.  I knew he was
going to come.

"Rick, honey, are you going to come for me?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Oh, good.  Ok, baby, stroke it, come for me, let me hear you!"

"Oh, God!  Oh...."  He came pretty quietly, for a guy.  I had
expected much more grunting and growling. He mostly gasped and
sighed, but it was a definite orgasm.

"Feel better?" I asked, after he'd regained his voice.

"Oh, yeah.  Thanks."

"My pleasure," I said sweetly.  "Now, why don't you call Amy for
real and tell you'd like her to come over.  Then you can start all
over again."

"Ok.  Hey, what's your first name anyway?" he said

"Oh, I don't think that's very important.  Just think of me as
Amy," I said, guiding him away from the subject.

"Ok," he said, sounding a little disappointed, but not really
caring after all.  "Thanks again."

"You're welcome.  Good night, Rick," I said, smiling, and hung up
gently.

I laughed out loud and buried my face in the pillow.  I moved my
hips to roll over and found I was wet.  I don't think it was Rick
that turned me on, I think it was more the whole situation and the
thought that you would be so proud of me for taking the initiative
and following through instead of hanging up.  I wished I could call
you right then, I was so excited to tell you.  I wanted to hear
your MASTERly praise of my brazen act.  I knew I couldn't, though. 
So, I rolled over onto my back, and ran my finger over my clit
through my underwear.  I was still wet, but I didn't want to make
myself come.  I didn't really understand why, but I think I wanted
it to be you, not me, who made me come.  I turned onto my side and
hugged my pillow tightly, wishing it was your strong body.  I was
smiling, I know, and I don't have a clue when I fell asleep.  All
I know is that your hard, naked body was in every dream I dreamt,
and I woke up as wet as I had gone to bed.




I hope I have pleased you, MASTER.  The account of my other
assignment will be forthcoming.  Or should I say....forthcumming!

your slave, forever

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