The Girl On the Phone M F. | 2016

So, I got myself an editor. A very lovely gal is offering up her services to edit and fix any grammar and spelling. Please show her some love, cause she rocks.

That aside, a few nights back I met a girl who just filled a void in my life. I love finding online partners. Girls are so much more free and just get right to the deepest of their desires online. They let out that caged she wolf so fast and just indulge in everything they dare not do in real life.

This girl did what few can do and sent a burning lust and desire through me. Such an amazing ability and, in turn, the same was done right back to her. One of those you don't know why but you just have to have that person whole, not just sex. not just fucking, not just the romance or anything like that. No, no.. you need them. It takes me back to one of the best ever. Her name was Good Little Slut. She earned it, she picked it, but the night I met her, she said "Hello this is Jessica how may I help you?". Over two years ago when I first got into the online part of it.. I wasn't fully sold, but I did love phone sex. I tried very hard to seek out those like me. I knew there were girls who wanted it, I kept meeting them on different sites, but not one site helped or worked. I looked city to city. One night I found an ad, that sounded so strange. She wanted someone to call her at her call center and just talk dirty to her till they came over the phone, screaming her name. Not something I wanted to do, but it sounded kinda fun so why not try. I sent a email to this ad. Basic seduction stuff. Nothing huge that I remember.

Jessica, called me back with a blocked number as she was too afraid to give out her real work number (le duh). So, I could hear her coworkers answering phones in the background. I told her that I did not want to raise eyebrows so when I tell her something, she must answer "yes, sir." The conversation was very one sided. I would tell her all the nasty things I wanted to do to her, how I wanted to hide under her desk and just eat her pussy. Details of how I would lick each inch, every bit of her labia, I would suck on parts while drilling my tongue into her flesh. "Jessica, I would suck down on your clit so fucking hard then drill it back into your body with my tongue" .. "you want that?" ... She squeaked out a "yes sir." Her breath getting heavier and deeper with each passing moment, I would moan, throw my head back and shout her name and tell her how bad I wanted her wet pussy sliding up and down my cock. What perfection it would be to watch her, working her body on mine. Then, something unexpected happened.

Her voice, while cracking before, started to become tight, and short. Her breath would follow. Light whimpers, and a few.."please don't stop." following any long pauses I would do for, well fun. I knew she was on the edge so I asked if she was touching herself. She denied it. But then I heard this very hushed, almost muffled moan.. and she said "oh god." and SLAM, down the phone came. Dammit, I thought to myself, How could I have fucked this up? I had never had a girl hang up, ever. What did I do, what went wrong. So I wrote her an email. The next day, I got my reply. Apparently she had been moving her legs and grinding her own pussy in a way that she was really getting into it. Also some of the co workers started to notice.

We emailed a few more times and then one night, while she is at a friends house, I got her in the bathroom texting. Saying things like "oh my god this is so bad." But I got her worked up at her friends party. Flirting and teasing her. Doing everything I could. We got to chatting, using the same talk I had before, I brought her full orgasm this time. After being denied the sweet sound of her climax last time, this almost made me cum. Well that and the idea of putting a girl through her climax in her friends house. That alone, almost made me explode. Then, I went in for more. One orgasm is never enough for me. She tried to fight it, but lost. Her pussy was mine. I told her how bad I wanted to stretch her body, bend her over in front of her friends while I just fucked her face down ass up in the air and my cock drilling deep, hard and long. Every word I said seemed to heighten her desire. Every moment made her hotter and hotter. I can only imagine what she was thinking while she sat there in her bestie's bathroom panties around her ankles, tits out and wet. (Oh, I forgot, I have this little game I like to play with girls I talk to. I get them wet, or make them cum. And that cum then finds its way on to their tits). I had her do this, take her wet, sweet pussy cum and rub it slowly on her nipples, her breasts, all over. Makes for a great pictures. I commanded her to cum for me, again, she did as she was told while I kept talking about her friends reactions to me just up and fucking their best pal right in front of them on the coffee table. I asked "who is my good girl?" She almost shouted into the phone (hand covering the mic) "I am your good little slut."

From that day, Jessica was no more and only My Good Little Slut. She came so hard in the bathroom biting down on her lips trying not to scream, being such a good girl and holding it in. Big knocks came at the door. "Jessica? Are you ok?" Startled she "said OH OH yes, I ll be just a second" ... "They know." She said, full of worry. I told her what I wanted her to say to them when she walked out, what she should do to cover things up. She did a very good job, but I made her leave the cum on her tits.

That night, we had amazing phone sex, like no other. She had me on edge just wanting more from her. Every word, every time she came was perfection as her voice now and for the first time could echo in my mind. It’s been years and I can still hear her screaming my name, begging me to let her cum. The whimpers in her voice when I would tell her no, only to break down just moments later. I can't remember how many times she lost it, but how wet that bed must have been. The rest of the week was dirty text messages and a few calls to her work that never lasted long. Then, I get a message "I am stuck in traffic." I called her, she was wearing a dress, no truckers around(not that I fucking cared.) So I said hike that dress up and panties down. I then instructed her what I wanted done to her pussy, while on speaker. Exactly how to finger, what to touch, everything. "Good little slut, who’s pussy is this?" "Yours, sir." Was always my reply. As traffic moved along slow, so did her fingers. She begged to cum, I told her I wanted to see that soaked seat when she was done. She laughed and called me insane. I told her if I was stuck in that traffic one of two things would happen, her spread open on that hood, or I would eat her fucking pussy right there. However, her windows would have to be down. (they were up, ac on). The best part of this one, she had the speaker phone between her legs so I could hear that sweet wet sound as she obeyed her Master. "Can I cum, sir?" I kept hearing over and fucking over. "Are you at work yet?" "No, sir." Was the very sad, broken reply. Upon reaching her parking lot after almost an hour I let her cum. Good Little Slut, thanked me over and over again. One more episode, this night had her at work. We chatted on the phone, at first it was normal stuff. Honestly we talked about normal things just as much as sex if not more. It’s a really awesome trait of an online buddy, when you can do this. Then, things turned dirty as they do at work. That night I made her cum three times. The first at her desk. Telling her how I would fuck her in front of her boss, the second, in some supply room with her cellphone, and third when I called her back later on just as a "surprise" just went right to it with the dirty talk.

I loved cumming with her, every night every conversation was a new adventure. Sometimes, I see her blank name on my buddy list. And I find myself hearing those sweet sounds of her voice as she hit that climax again and again screaming my name to the heavens as she told anyone, and whatever god she believed in who's Good Little Slut she was.

We had a Bunch more heated conversations, emails, texts and best of all I would make her cum while working. It was just pure fire. There has been rare better than her. The true meaning of the phrase "she was one of a kind." Happily she met a very nice man and to my knowledge they are still together. She wrote me once, so sad about how sorry she was and wanted to make it more serious with him (we lived very far apart.) I told her I was so happy for her, but I hope he knows what a freak he was getting. More importantly not to feel bad, and that I would miss her. One of the hardest things I ever had to do was say goodbye to my good little slut and to never contact her again(I think I miss the friend more). I still think of her, and if by chance you see this Jessica (and figure out its you not some girl named Jessica), I wish you all the happiness in the world and your life to be full of adventure and wonderful things.