Your Voice, My Hand - Sex Stories

Your Voice, My Hand

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One evening as I lay in bed, waiting for your call, you sent a text that read:I hope you don't mind.Smiling to myself, I started to ask what you meant, but before I could, you sent me a photo of your cock. I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes huge. I know most women claim they don't like dick pics, and I'll admit they did little to excite me in the past. But your cock, Paul, is glorious. Perfectly proportioned, its length enticing but not intimidating. That prominent tip, sporting a drop of pre-cum, made me want to lick my phone's screen. As sexy as that photo was, I was even more aroused by the knowledge that you trusted me enough to send it.

I was shaking as I texted you back:That is the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen! When can you call me tonight?

My phone rang only seconds later. "Did you just take that photo?" I blurted out. I already had a hand in my panties.

"I did." Your voice made me even wetter. "I'm glad you like it, Justine."

Closing my eyes, I let out a moan. "I want to be on my knees before you right now. I want to kiss and lick and suck your cock. I'm dying to lap up that drop of pre-cum!"

I heard you lean back in your office chair. I imagined you alone in that room while your wife got ready for bed in some other part of the house. "Are you touching yourself right now? I want you nice and wet for me."

"You know I am. Let me hear you stroking, Paul!" I'd recently asked you to use lube while masturbating with me. "It makes it easier for ...

... me to hear you jerking off," I'd explained. You seemed a little surprised but eager to do as I requested. I wondered if you'd ever masturbated in front of your wife. Maybe she'd never asked you to. As we now spoke in murmurs and whispers, I heard your hand moving along the length of your slick flesh. I loved that sound, Paul. I don't think I was ever able to adequately describe the powerful effect it had on me.

"You have lube there, don't you, Justine?" Your voice took on the soft growl that betrayed your arousal.

"I do, but I'm so wet, I don't need it."

"Get it for me anyway, sweetheart. I want you to get plenty of lube on your fingers, and then I want you to slide two inside your pussy." I was a little reluctant to stop rubbing my clit, but I longed to please you. I let you hear me finger-fucking myself. Knowing how much it turned you on made me derive even more pleasure from the act. "That's my good girl. Now I want you to add a third finger." You'd never asked me to do this before, and I was aware from past experience that three fingers bordered on uncomfortable in my cunt. Still, I inserted my ring finger. You heard my faint whimper. "How does it feel?" you asked. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"It doesn't hurt," I said. "My fingers are just stretching my pussy." You released a loud groan, and my eyes widened at how excited you were. I could hear you furiously jerking your cock.

"Add the fourth finger if you can, Justine."

I understood this was ...