
I giggle to myself as I type in my caller’s credit card info. I love married men phone sex, so when he asked me if I did calls with married guys, I was giddy immediately! The second his card clears, I return to the line. “Hey, baby. We’re all set. You alone?”
He exhales like he’s been holding his breath all day. “Yeah, she’s asleep. I’m in the bathroom.”
I slide my hand between my thighs. My pussy is already hot and slick. “Good. Then you can give me every second of your attention.” He groans softly. I know that sound. He’s already stroking. “Tell me what you want tonight,” I whisper, voice low and filthy. “Tell Hope exactly how you need to be taken care of.”
“I just… I need to cum. A lot. She never wants to fuck anymore.”
I laugh, soft and warm. “That’s why you call me. Because you know I’ll worship that cock until you can’t think straight. I’d be on my knees right now if I could, licking every inch, sucking your balls, letting you fuck my throat until spit’s running down my tits.”
His breathing gets heavier. I push two fingers inside my wet bald pussy and let him hear how soaked I am. “Listen to that,” I murmur. “That’s what your voice does to me. I’m dripping just thinking about making you cum again and again. I’m your little cum slut tonight, remember? I want every load you’ve got.”
He swears under his breath. I keep talking, guiding him, praising him, telling him exactly how I’d ride him, how I’d swallow him down after he fills me, how I’d beg for the next round before he’s even finished shaking. By the time he cums the first time, I’m already planning the second. “Good boy. Don’t stop, keep stroking it, baby. I’m not hanging up until you’ve given me at least three.”
He moans my name like a prayer. I smile, fingers still working between my legs. Another married man who finally gets what he needs. And I’m more than happy to give it to him.