A Call with Francois – My True Story - Sex Stories

A Call with Francois – My True Story

... Me: It seems you know what I like. Francois: Kiss. Maybe I should get between your legs again. Let my tongue tease that clit. Me: I better go to sl**p and let you get back to work! Me: Ooooo, you naughty man! Do it at your work, in your office..? Francois: You would like that… Me: Yes. Francois: I know… just take you over the desk. Me: Oh my… toes curling Francois: Rubbing your pussy, baby. (As you can surmise, no chance of me going to sl**p the way the text was going) Me: Oh God! Mmmmm Francois: Legs around my neck, on the edge of the desk fucking you hard. Me: Pity I can’t call. Mmmmm. You could hear me cum. Francois: Would love that. Me: LOL. Want to hear me cum? But you can’t react… Francois: Let’s be naughty for a minute… Will quickly vid you… Hope I can mute sound. Me: LOL Francois: OK, got earplugs… can hear you but can’t respond. Must I call?It was at this point that I video called him. I was comfortable in bed, naked, with my camera phone on, showing him my bared boobs, my hand played with my nipples, cupped each of my breasts for him to see. Because Francois cannot say or do anything, I had to ask him ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions. I smiled as I saw his face, and said hello. He sat slightly hunched over his desk, even though there are partitions for his work station. He smiled and waved back. I do not recalled our one-sided conversation, but I do remember that just by having him watched and hear what I was doing, imagining him doing things to me, made me hot and made me ...

... cum. My free hand was busy with my body, my breath heavy over the phone as Francois listened and watched on. I can only imagine that he was getting hard in his work trousers. I pinched my nipples, massaged and cupped each breasts in turn, before slowly moving down my still-soaked pussy. I described to him how wet I was getting, how my finger imagine it was his tongue teasing and twirling on my little bud. He smiled and licked his lips, his eyes glittered with lust. He slightly parted his lips and made suggestive movement with his tongue. I watched his tongue and arched my back as my fingers flicked harder at my stiff and still-sensitive clit, biting my lip as I pretended it was his tongue that tasted me, his mouth eating my juicy pussy. I gasped into the phone, loving that he was watching and hearing all the noises I was making, panting and breathing. My eyes were half closed as I peered into the phone to watch Francois’ face. To move things up a notch, if it was not already up, I moved my camera down to my pussy, so Francois could see my hand feverishly buried at the apex of my thighs. I asked him breathlessly if he could see it, and he nodded his head, licking his lips. The more I let him see, the more I edged closer to my second orgasm of the night. My second orgasm did not erupt as my first did but was a gradual build-up of pressure that eventually overtook my whole body. It shook my clit, wet my fingers, and made my neck arch, my legs spread wide and my fingers stilled as ...