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The phone rang, its shrill cry
shattering the silence like a train whistle on a cold, autumn night.
I answered the phone, my breathing heavy, "hello."
Her voice was thick, dripping with
passion, "hi, Dennis."
I had been expecting her call,
anticipating it actually. I had arrived in Minneapolis the night
before, flying from our Arizona home. The flight was long, bumpy,
and crowded. My frazzled nerves calmed slightly as we exchanged
pleasantries.
"Get your dildo and lube."
The words were brief, arriving earlier
than expected. I have know she would want to play while I was away,
I had just thought it would be later in the week. It was, after all,
her idea to pack my toys for the trip.
"One moment, please," I set the phone
down on the bed. I got off the bed and opened my suitcase. I pulled
out the lubricant and the large dildo. I bounded to the bathroom and
grabbed a soft cotton towel. I draped the towel over the floral
bedspread, and picking up the phone, I lowered myself to the
bed.
"Back," I breathed into the phone.
"Wonderful," her voice was soft, an
undercurrent of desire dancing in her words. "Lube it up."
I exhaled sharply and picked up the
tube of lubricant. I pumped the top, squirting a healthy dollop of
the slippery gel onto the flesh colored dildo. I set the lube down
and used my hand to thoroughly coat the artificial penis with the
gel. "It is lubed."
Again, "wonderful." Then, "work it
in."
I ran the dildo against my puckered
anus, coating my ass with the slippery fluid. I placed the end
against my anus and pushed. With my legs pulled off the bed, my
right hand held the dildo by its wide base, my left hand guiding the
broad tip towards the entrance of my ass. I took a deep breath and
slowly began working the dildo inside my warm body.
With a strong push, the tip penetrated
my ass. I sucked in a wet breath of air through clenched teeth.
"It’s in," I breathed, my voice raspy.
"Yes," she dragged the word out,
growing wet at the sound of my supplication.
"And out," I spoke the words,
describing my actions, trying to please this amazing woman. "In," I
said pushing the head of the dildo back into my ass. "Just the tip,"
a loud breath, "it is a little painful to start."
Collette moaned a throaty, "yes."
"Out again," I reported, the head of
the dildo once again popping free with an audible sound. I guided
the dildo back into my ass, "and in."
I held the dildo in and slowly eased
the invader further into my ass. "Deeper," I moaned into the phone.
My breathing was heavy, strained. I listened as Collette moaned into the
phone, her arousal climbing as I began to seat the dildo fully into
my ass.
"All the way in," I breathed. My cock
began to swell as I listened to the muted moans drifting through the
phone lines. Collette’s moans were addicting, each one taunting,
tantalizing, and promising more. I pulled the dildo from my ass,
keeping the head inserted. My breathy voice reported my actions,
"out, in. You are fucking me," I closed my eyes, voicing her desires
as I pumped the dildo in and out of my ass.
"The dildo is strapped to your
thighs," I mouthed as I pumped the latex penis, "you are fucking me.
Your thighs slap against my legs as you insert your cock into my
ass." My voice was tight, my breathing ragged, "in, out, faster,
harder."
Collette moaned her affirmation again.
I paused, and pulling the phone with
me, I climbed off the bed, the dildo still planted fully in my ass.
"I am grabbing another toy," I told her.
I returned to the bed, my semi-hard
cock leading the way. Lying down I was able to loosen my grip on the
dildo. "I have the gates of hell," I told her, and she purred.
I held the four smallest rings and
used my left hand to begin guiding my testicles through the largest
of the cold metal rings. I pushed my testicles into the ring and
then began to fold my cock, into the same rapidly decreasing ring.
With the first ring in place I reported my actions, breathing into
the phone, "the first ring is on, like a cock ring, now I am putting
the rest in place."
I began to thread my cock into the
progressively smaller rings, like thread through a needle. The
weight of the metal pulled against my stiffening cock. The steel
band gripped my like a tight hand, and I voiced it, " your dildo
shoved in my ass, and now your hand is holding my cock in its tight
grip. You are squeezing me, gripping me.
"Can you see it?" I asked. "Can you
see me lying here, a dildo fully shoved in my ass, and the metal
rings of the gates of hell ensnaring my cock?"
She purred again, her voice heavy with
arousal, "oh, yes!"
"Good." I wanted, needed, to please
her, even across the miles.
I heard another phone ring, "hold on,"
Collette told me, then, "damn."
I heard her answer, and I could
envision her standing there with two phones held to her head. I
began to speak again, describing my actions as she conducted her
business, I knew she would hear me. "I pick up the edge of the towel
that is by my knees," I explained, "I wrap it in a circle, twisting
it. I pull it between my legs, pushing it against the wide base of
the dildo.
"I begin to slowly pull on the towel,
rocking the dildo into my ass, and then releasing, and it slips ever
so slightly out," I describe what I am doing, "fucking myself with
the dildo, the towel rocking your cock into my ass. My cock strains
against the unyielding grip of the cock cage."
I hear Collette moan, and I wonder what
her other caller thinks of that sound. I continue to voice my
actions, "God," I breathe heavily, "you are fucking me. So slow." My
breathing is ragged. "Can you see it?" I asked, "me fucking myself
for you? Rocking with the towel, shoving the dildo in deeper? The
cage gripping my cock like an iron hand?"
Collette hangs up and moans, "you are so
bad." Her voice was caked with desire. "Can you masturbate?"
I try, using my free hand to try and
stroke my cock through the rings, "no," I reply, "I can’t with the
cage on, no place to grip." I moan in frustration.
Collette speaks again, "I have to go now,
damn. Take off the cage."
I pull the rings slowly off my cock,
freeing my trapped penis. "It’s off."
"Good," Collette’s voice was raspy, as her
excitement peaked, "now let’s see how fast you can come."
I grip my cock and furiously stroke my
erection. "I am masturbating," I report, my hand a blur. I stroke my
penis, my left hand still pumping the dildo in my ass.
"Almost there," I breathe. "Still fucking myself, still
masturbating."
I hear Collette moan my name as she rubs
her hand in swift circles over the wet mass of her sex. She has been
masturbating slowly during the call, and her voice reveals her
excitement.
"Almost," I breath again, and my voice
cracks.
"Come for me, Dennis," Collette moans.
My hand pumps a few more times and I
groan, my voice wavering, "I am…I…coming," my breathing heavy, my
voice strained. I ejaculate over my stomach, splashing my chin. I
pump my cock, milking myself.
Slowly my breathing slows as I hear
Collette moan my name, her breathing matching mine. "Ohh," she
breathes.
I catch my breath. "You are
wonderful."
She tells me good bye, and with regret
I hang up the phone. I climb out of bed and walk to the bathroom;
the dildo still embedded in my ass. In the bathroom I pull the cock
out of my ass and slowly begin cleaning up, both the dildo and
myself.
With a smile, I know I have pleased
her, and I wonder when we can do it again. |