Phone Sex

The next days were more of the same. The brief moments of contact we shared were never enough—always cut short, always leaving me **** for more. And Jihoon, that bastard, knew it. He reveled in it.

He sent me photos, videos, snippets of their encounters that were both arousing and agonizing to witness. In each one, I could see Haeun's growing submission, her willingness to do whatever Jihoon demanded. And as much as I hated him for it, I couldn't deny my own perverse fascination, my own deep-seated need to watch, and to see her degraded for me.

There was one particular photo he sent—a Polaroid of Haeun on her hands and knees, her face flushed and sweaty. And there, between her legs, was Jihoon's cum dripping from her pussy, glistening in the light as it slowly trickled down onto the sheets below her. The image burned itself into my mind, forever branding me with the knowledge of what he had done to her.

I couldn't focus at school, my mind constantly wandering back to Haeun and the things Jihoon had made her do. It consumed me, this obsession with our twisted relationship, this insidious need that seemed to grow with each passing day.

And then, one afternoon, she called me.

"Hey Joonie."

My heart leapt. It was so good to hear her voice again.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the nervous energy coursing through me. "How are you?"

He voice was breathy, from the exertions of dancing I assumed. "I'm good. We're taking a little break after practice, but we can talk for longer today."

"That's...great."

"I think so too," she whispered, her voice growing huskier as she spoke. "Aren't you going to ask me why?"

My throat felt tight as I swallowed hard, my pulse racing in anticipation. In truth I was so used to him sending me evidence of him fucking her after we spoke, that I did not even bother to ask her, not wanting to waste precious seconds of our time together.

"Why?"

She paused before answering, a little sigh escaping her that felt a little too genuine. "He said I could talk for as long as I lasted."

"As long as you...lasted?" I repeated slowly, already knowing the answer.

"Jihoon's is inside me right now, Joonie," Haeun murmured, her voice hitching for a second. "As long as I don't come, I can talk to you. He's fucking me nice and slow, but every stroke is hitting so deep inside me -oh!"

I closed my eyes, picturing the scene in my mind—Haeun bent over, legs spread wide, her hips lifting to meet each languid thrust of Jihoon's cock as she clutched the phone tightly. The image was intoxicating, arousing a primal hunger within me that demanded to be satisfied.

"Fuck, baby," I whispered into the phone, my voice low and gravelly with need. "Tell me more. Tell me how it feels."

Haeun moaned softly into the receiver before she replied, her breath coming in ragged gasps between her words. "No. I want to talk to you - Joonie. Tell me about your day. I want to know."

My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to focus on anything other than my raging hard-on and the thought of her being fucked right now. It was almost painful trying not to stroke myself as we talked. Instead I rambled on about the mundane details of my life—the classes I attended that day and the homework piling up.

She asked me questions and laughed at my lame jokes—genuine, happy laughs. The conversation was easy, natural, even as I imagined Jihoon slowly pumping in and out of her tight little hole.

I could hear her breathing grow more erratic, her responses coming slower and slower. But still she managed to keep up with our conversation.

Finally, when she was panting heavily into the phone, she let out a long, drawn out moan.

"I'm close, Joonie," she said, her words slurring together as she struggled to maintain coherence through the haze of pleasure that consumed her. "He's fucking me so good...so fucking deep inside me..."

I swallowed thickly, unable to respond as I listened intently to every sound coming from the other end of the line—every breathy gasp and muffled whimper serving only to further inflame my desire.

"Fuck...fuck, he's making me feel so good..." she groaned again, her voice tinged with desperation now.

"Don't, hold it in for me," I urged her softly, my own voice barely audible over her labored breathing.

"Can't...can't last much longer..." she whimpered back, clearly struggling against the rising tide of her own ecstasy.

"Yes you can. Just a bit more," I pleaded, **** for every second I could steal with her before she would hang up on me again. "Please, baby. For me."

"Okay, okay, okay," she panted frantically. "I'll try, fuck, I'll try...oh God, oh fuck..."

Her voice trailed off into a series of incoherent whimpers and mewls then, punctuated by the wet slapping noise of Jihoon's hips against her ass. I knew she was fighting hard to maintain control but I also knew it wouldn't be long before she succumbed.

I heard Haeun gasp sharply as Jihoon slammed particularly hard inside her. Her voice came through again after a brief pause.

"Oh Joonie...," she breathed heavily. "I'm sorry...I need to come. I'm gonna come for you, alright Joonie? Can I come for you?"

"Y-yes, do it. Let me hear you," I hissed back, my cock twitching excitedly at the prospect of hearing her orgasmic cries.

With a strangled cry Haeun finally came undone; her cries filling my ears as she surrendered herself completely to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sounds that emanated from the speaker sent shivers down my spine and straight to my groin, leaving me trembling with unquenched desire.

"Mm...hmmh!" She must have stuffed her hand into her mouth, stifling her screams. I heard her muffle something through the phone, but couldn't understand it. All I could do was sit there and listen helplessly while she rode out the crest of her climax.

When it seemed like the storm had passed, her voice returned on the line, low and weak.

"Thank you, Joonie. He... he told me I must hang up now.

She sighed softly. "Jihoon is going to keep fucking me for a while longer though, and he wants me to focus on him now, okay?"

The words hung heavy in the air between us, laden with implications that I didn't dare delve into further.

"Okay," I finally managed.

"I love you, Joonie." Her tone was gentle and sincere. "I'll talk to you soon?"

"Yeah, baby. I love you too."

The line clicked dead.