And I did. And then I answered every other question that followed after that, which meant I admitted I wanted to learn how to worship her pussy, and use my tongue properly on it. I also said yes to the fact that I would want to wear sexy things for her, and even would wear whatever she wanted me to, to which she replied,
Toni: Good, because I love orchestrating fashion shows for my princess.
And then, without warning, she abruptly ended the phone call and hung up. I thought I did something wrong, and wondered if I was going to hear back from her. For hours I tried to figure out what I did wrong, until I finally received a text.
"Will call you soon, you sound so very sweet."
That's when I realized this was all part of her game. For weeks and weeks, phone calls is all it was. That is all that ever happened between us. Slowly, over time, Toni figured out when I was alone, and only called at these times so we could speak at length, without interruptions. She learned so much about me, and we talked about lots of things, but obviously, no matter what we talked about, I always wanted her to shift the conversation back to sex. This seduction from Toni, this slow dance, of only phone calls (she kept saying the internet would be useful soon enough), was really beginning to take its toll, and I couldn't believe that she never once asked me my name. I knew it was part of her game though, so I help back offering, assuming the right time would present itself sooner or later. She was so good on the phone though. She varied her voice from calm and easy, to electrically aroused. Each conversation built on the last, and I opened up more and more to her carefully placed prodding and poking. I looked forward to her calling more than anything else. I fought hard to not send her too many texts. I didn't want to come off as needy. Once she asked me to go to my underwear drawer and describe what my panties look like, and then she asked me to pick out my favorite pair and wear them. Another time she asked me to describe my lingerie collection. Every now and then, she asked me to dress in something while we talked, and even made me wear heels, so she could hear them click on the wooden floor of my apartment as I walked back and forth. Then she started to ask about Mark, and exactly what it was he knew. I told her that he doesn't know about any of this. That he knew I liked girls in so much as I fantasized about them, but not that I met one. Out of the blue, she took my surprise, when she asked how big Mark's cock was, and it made me laugh.
Janet: Seriously? You want to know that?
I replied.
Toni: Of course I do. How big is it?
Toni said.
Janet: He's big and thick.
Toni: Does he make you cum?
Janet: yes...
Toni: hard?
Janet: I guess, yeah.
Toni: Who do you think can make you cum harder, Mark with his big, thick dick, or me with my strap on?
The way she asked the question was so matter of fact. She didn't once try to slant the question in her favor, almost like she preferred me to answer truthfully.
Janet: I don't know.
I answered honestly.
Toni: Oh babygirl,
Toni said,
Toni: I can promise you, you won't believe how much more willing and needy you will be to suck on my strap on than his real cock. Just you wait.
Her words got me soaked again. I rubbed my pussy a little harder through my panties, and breathed heavy in the phone. After all, she didn't ask a question, so I didn't have to say yes or no, but I still wanted her to know I was listening. And that's when Toni hooked me...
