"What do you want?" Tiff asked in a whisper.
Laying in bed, all dressed in her favorite long shirt, seeking to rush him off the phone. She said, "Go away, it's late; I'm trying to go to bed. Why are you calling?" On the other end of the phone, on the other side of town. Cody was sitting on the couch across from another half-naked woman he called "his brat," trying to give her master a live show. "You know why I called. I want to hear you cum," Cody said while looking over at his brat, who took her orders and removed her panties. Tiff wasn't so willing as she protested, "NO. my boyfriend is in the other room sleeping. Are you crazy?" Her whispers turned to muffled yelling. Indeed, he was out of his mind with such a bold request. But on the other end of the phone, Cody was already enjoying a show. But he insisted on hearing Tiff. "Just one last time, and I'll go. I promise." Do you promise? She asked. "Yes, I promise. He said, now slip those pretty little fingers of yours down their panties and make yourself cum for me." Maybe it was a mistake, or maybe her submissiveness got the better of her. Either way, she gave in. So she got comfortable on the couch, then slid her hand under her long shirt, then did what Cody told her to do. She began touching herself. Her fingers rubbed her clitoral hood in a circular motion for a few seconds before sliding an index & pointer finger down her slit, teasing her outer labia and sliding her finger in halfway, flicking them as a shudder shook her body.
She teased herself by sliding her finger
Up, & down her slit till she grabbed on her now swollen clit once she had pulled back the hood. The more she touched, the more Cody heard Tiff's gasps and moans in his ear while watching his brat roughly pulling at her little swollen nub. Using her pointer, index, & ring fingers together to rub & tug at her clit, before sliding two fingers inside of her, flicking them upward in a "come-here motion." After a while, her teasing intensified. Cody might've been speaking to his brat, but Tiff was on the other end, submitting to his every command. "Tell me you've missed this," he said. "I've missed you, I need you, I wanna fuck you so bad. I missed you so fucking much. Can I cum, sir?" She couldn't hold her feelings in longer. It had been two years since she felt him inside of her since she felt his hands around her throat. How she wished her boyfriend could satisfy her like Cody used to. While at the same time, Cody's brat was reaching her peak from the way her body was convulsing from how roughly she patted and tugged at her clit. His brat began shaking into a pause, then grinning into a heavy sigh; she shrilled out as she waited for permission to cum.
Meanwhile, Tiff's gentle massaging reduced her to whimpers. Pleading over the phone, she begged, "Can I cum, sir? Can I, Papi?" You may cum, Tiff, Cody said. Once permission was granted, Tiff vigorously rubbed her exposed nub till she froze stiff as a board for a few seconds, holding her breath till a thunderous orgasm rocked her. Soft, high-pitched whimpers spilled out of her—body trembling, her pussy quivering. With little energy left, she whispered, "Papa, I love you, Sir. I need you." Good Night, Tiff; you sounded so sexy when you came. He said, giving her a little praise before he hung up & left her sad whimpering on the sweaty couch.
