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Now she's got me hooked, and I make sure the driver isn't watching as I slip my hands down my pants, stroking my cock, and I continue. "I want you down on all fours," I command her.
"Yes, King Henry."
"Are you down on all fours right now?" I ask, just to be certain.
"Yes, King Henry. I'm down on all fours," she replies at just above a whisper. I can barely hear her.
"Good job Kitten. Now finger your pussy and make sure you're ready for me."
"Oh, god I'm ready for you King Henry. My pussy is throbbing for you—fuck it's so wet."
“Do you have any toys you use to play with yourself?” I ask.
There’s a pause. “Yes, King Henry,” she replies.
“Good,” I say. “Go get it.”
There’s a rustling and I can hear the phone being put down. She’s obedient. That’s what being horny does to her.
A minute later, she’s back.
“I have it, King Henry,” she says.
“Good, describe it, Kitten,” I tell her.
She gasps. “It’s a footlong dildo, its black, and it’s ribbed, King Henry,” she says to me.
“Close your eyes because that’s now my cock in your hands, Kitten,” I tell her and I can just see her laying down with the sex toy.
“Yes, King,” Ashley says.
"Good, now I want you to glide my cock into you. Grab it like it's the last cock on earth."
"Oh god, you're cock is so big King Henry… I'm—I'm gliding it deep, really deep in—inside of me, and I can barely—"
But before she can finish her sentence, I can hear every muscle in her body spasm and I know she's coming. I stroke my cock faster and faster, and then with my eyes clenched shut, ropes of cum erupt from cock. I don't give a shit about anything around me—the driver, or otherwise, and I continue to come. When I finally open my eyes, I realize it's all over my suit pants. I don't wait for Ashley to say another word, and I hang up our call.
I can hardly believe that just happened. I take off my suit jacket and hold it in front of me. That's all I need is for the doorman at One57 to catch a glance at the stain on my pants. He's never say anything, but still. Just then, the cab pulls up to my apartment. I pay the fare, and quickly get out of the car, and then I feel it. My phone is vibrating in my pants pocket with an incoming text message. I quickly take it out and read it. It's from Ashley, "OK, maybe you're right. Let's meet up later."
I can't help but smile at the small victory. See, I told you. I don't take no for an answer; I always get what I want.
47
Ashley
I knock on his door, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait for a response. Sure, I could've pressed the electric doorbell, but what the hell? I’ve always been a little old fashioned. It doesn’t take long: a few seconds after my first knock I hear footsteps from the other side. I take a deep breath to calm myself as Arsen opens the door, a wide smile on his lips.
He looks at me shamelessly, his eyes wandering from my face to my breasts, and then down to my waist. God, the way he looks at me is so goddamn intoxicating.
“You look good,” he says, stepping to the side and inviting me in. Oh, of course I look good—tight black dress and the tiniest lace thong I could find, I came ready for action… And something in the tone of his voice unleashes that wild beast I keep hidden inside of me. My mind goes blank and, next thing I know, I’m walking toward him with a sure step. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and befor
e he has the time to react I press my mouth against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he regains his composure quickly enough, his hands immediately darting to my waist. “Someone’s pretty eager.”
“You can’t imagine how eager I am right now,” I shoot back, pressing my hand against his crotch. He’s already as hard as rock, so I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, grinning wildly at him. To say that I’m eager is putting it mildly, really, after that phone call with Client 5, "King Henry," I just can’t wait to feel Arsen’s cock once more. In a sense, it’s weird. Here I am, jumping into Arsen’s arms because a stranger’s voice drove me completely insane with pleasure. A day in the life of a sex phone operator, uh?
“I like eager. Good,” he simply whispers, a flicker of darkness in his eyes. I’ve set something in motion that I can’t stop—and, hell, it sounds so damn good.
With his hands on my waist he pushes me back across the hallway and into the living room. I walk backward awkwardly, only stopping when my ass meets the edge of his leather couch. On the way there my eyes wander to the wall where he pinned me… The one where he fucked me relentlessly, memories of the most perfect sex I’ve ever had flooding my mind.
