The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 67: Phone Sex - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 67: Phone Sex

... wet and my phone lover’s voice only made it wetter. But it was not until she spoke again that my juices really started flowing. “Guess what I’m holding in my hand,” she said, but continued before I could even answer. “A strapon!” I almost came then and there. But I held on long enough for her to describe the toy in detail. I will not bore you with the details, but suffice it to say it was big. No, huge! “Can you feel me sliding it in your pussy?” she asked. “No!” was my answer. I gave her a second to worry before explaining. “Because it’s is my ass.” She giggled nervously and I pictured her turning red with embarrassment and arousal. But she quickly got over her initial shock and remained control. “Do you like the way my big cock feels in your ass?” she asked. “I fucking love it!” After a short pause, I added, “Faster. Fuck me faster!” No sooner had the words left my lips that she started grunting. My arousal skyrocketed as I pictured her furiously jerking back and forth, forcing every last inch of her strapon in and out of my ass. Of course, what I felt darting in and out of my rectum was the vibrator I had recently pulled out of my sex drawer, but in my mind’s eyes, it was a massive strapon. “Faster!” I begged again. “FASTER!” She was now pounding the living shit out of me. My breath was short. Beads of sweat pearled on my forehead. More arousal than ever before coursed through my veins. “I’m gonna c…” I began, but the final word died in my throat. “FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I ...

... instead shrieked as my pussy came to life. Wave after wave of orgasmilk shot out of me and splashed all over my desk and computer. But I did not care. Nothing mattered but the incredible feeling of my lover’s large strapon diving in and out of my ass as I squirted all over the place. Unfortunately, I was never given a chance to finish. About halfway through one of the most intense fantasy orgasms of my life, a voice snapped me back to reality. It was the same voice I had been fantasizing about for the past few minutes, but the words it formed made it clear my sexual daydream was over. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked in that sultry voice of hers. Glancing around, I discovered my surroundings free of cum and my vibrator safely tucked away in my sex drawer. A sigh escaped me as I realized my fantasy was officially over. I had missed most of the conversation and had absolutely no idea what my fantasy lover’s real-world twin had said. But I could not very well tell her I had missed what she had just said because I was fantasizing, so I simply thanked her for her help and hung up. I had no idea what I had agreed to until I received an email confirming the impending expedition of a replacement copy of Dexter: The Complete Series. A few days later, the package arrived and I was able to replace the defective discs and watch the rest of the series without incident. It was a lot of work for a mere eight seasons, but given the fantasy I got out of it, I have to admit it ...