Phone sex?

Bunny felt her phone vibrate in the pocket of her book bag, quickly taking it out before looking at the notification. Growing flustered, she quickly gave her professor a nod and finally exited the office. It didn't take her too long to figure out how he had gotten her number, knowing that she had filled out forms with it on there.

She made a beeline straight to the parking garage her car had been sitting in, keeping her head slightly ducked despite having her ruined face covered. She couldn't bear to look up in case she came across somebody looking at the soiled spot on her pants, her grip on her book bag tightening with anxiety at the thought.

There was one more class she had to attend for the day, but she decided it would be best to just skip it. She knew she'd have trouble focusing anyway, and was a bit grateful that attendance hadn't been mandatory.

The girl lived off campus in some cheap one bedroom apartment that she had come across while searching for alternatives to the expensive dorms on campus. It wasn't the best looking place, but she had managed to make it a home - the inside of her apartment nicely cleaned and decorated to her liking.

As soon as she got into her apartment, she instantly hopped in the shower and decided she was going to end her day early. Time quickly seemed to pass as she got cleaned up, had a little meal before ultimately ending up at her desk to work on some of her schoolwork.

Before long, night fell. Bunny fell into her nightly routine of reading one of her many lewd books she had owned. If there was one thing about the girl, it was that she couldn't go to sleep without getting herself off at least one more time. She lay on her bed with another vibrating dildo in hand; she hadn't even realised that she had left her other toy in Professor Penn's office..

Gently chewing on her lip, her gaze focused on the pages. However, for some reason, her eyes flickered over to her phone that sat on the nightstand beside her bed. She didn't know why, but his voice kept playing in her head. "You already have done so well. You have served me so well." Those words echoed. She wanted to hear his voice again, but shame flushed her when she realised this. He did say I could call for anything, she thought to herself. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself dialing his number. When he picked up, she scrambled for an excuse.

"Hi... " Her voice sounded meek. She quickly added on, "I'm having a bit of trouble picking out something to wear."

Her voice sounded just a tiny bit strange, and telling at that. Holding back the small moan that was threatening to come out, she **** the vibrating toy against her clit.

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Back in his on-campus apartment, John lounged on his leather sofa before the TV, a tumbler glass of whisky in one hand, and Derrida’s The Gift of **** in the other. His bare skin was cool in the air-conditioned apartment. He was dressed only in boxer shorts, as was his habit when alone at home.

His phone hummed silently against the glass coffee table. He set Derrida aside and picked it up. Bunny. He suspected she might call.

“This is Dr John Penn,” he said cooly as he put the phone to his ear, sipping his whisky. He heard the girl’s soft sigh and her admission to not knowing what to wear.

That immediately pitched a tent in his boxers because he knew what she was up to. Knew what she was doing.

“My instructions were clear, were they not, Bunny? Your sluttiest top. Tell me. What do you have that might be considered slutty? What would you wear to seduce a man?” His deep voice dropped to a throaty rumble as he thought of all the things Bunny might wear and might do to try to tempt a man into sin.

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Bunny was just a bit naive, thinking she had been inconspicuous with what she had been doing. It didn't seem like he knew what she was doing, and if he did, he didn't say anything. She bit back a whimper, her legs trembling slightly upon hearing his deep voice.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, her head leaning against the headboard of her bed. She gently scrunched her nose before speaking again. "I'm not sure... " She mumbled, trying to draw out their time on the phone. Her eyebrows knotting together for a split second. "I guess a crop top?" She'd then add. "Pretty tight, v-neck... " Fuck. Why does that sound so hot? It never used to before. She trailed off, letting out the tiniest whimper and instantly making an excuse. "Sorry, I stubbed my toe on the door." She quickly said, scolding herself mentally.

Her hand gently began to push the head of the toy into her hole, biting back another moan. "I don't know, what do you think?" She quietly asked, eventually muting herself to let out the long moan she had been holding back.

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His laughter rumbled lowly into the phone at Bunny’s meek excuse. “Be careful, my sweet… we don’t want you abusing that toe too much,” he said easily.

“A crop top would work. What makes it the sluttiest thing you own? What does it show off?”

He knew he had a nice voice. It was always the first thing people complimented him on. The thought of her touching herself, fucking herself to his voice was a flattering one.

“Does it show off your perfect caramel tits? Does it push them together so alluringly that men would have to fight off the urge to ravish you? Or does it show off your cute little belly? Would it make me want to fuck you?”

He talked dirty to her, slowly, letting her take her pleasure from his voice.

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Bunny had to remind herself that if she stayed muted too long, he would probably become suspicious. However, she couldn't help it; she slowly sank down onto her bed, her back lying flat against the mattress.

Fuck. Fuck! She had to say something soon, knowing that the end of her line had been silent just a little too long. But the combination of his voice and the violently shaking dildo in her hand was a deadly one. Her back began to arch off the mattress as she raised the back of her hand to her mouth.

To be honest, the girl had already known what she was going to wear long before she even called her professor. But a part of her did want to confirm whether what she had chosen would be good enough for the older man.

Her phone had been wedged between her ear and her shoulder. It was once on mute, but her cheek must've accidentally unmuted it in time for her lewdly sounding voice to cross the other line.

"Yes... Yes..." She gently cried out, responding to his questions without realizing it as she began to feel a familiar knot within her stomach. She mewled with pleasure, her breath catching within her throat as she began to tremble more. "Oh my god... " She cried out, her sweet juices dripping down onto sheets. She finished riding out her climax before she took a look at her phone, her eyes widening with horror.

Oh my god.

She couldn't help but panic, seeing the phone unmuted, before she quickly held it up to her ear. "Um — I actually found my outfit, thanks for your help." She practically squeaked out, instantly hanging up the phone, not wanting to hear whatever response he had for her. She knew he had heard her — how much of it, she didn't know. She quickly covered her face with her clean hand in embarrassment as a small, humiliated groan rang throughout the room.

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Back on campus, John's bulge had grown rock hard the moment he heard her moaning. His voice purred along with her as she climaxed. He wanted to hear Bunny's sweet voice moan his name.

Then, she squeaked out a response and hung up.

He shot her a text that read:

“I hope your toe is fine. Fine, a crop top, then. See you tomorrow.”

Bunny’s voice had gotten him so hard. John started thinking about all the other outfits he would like Bunny to wear. Looking at the way she usually dressed, she surely must have a tiny black bikini. He wondered if it would cover her big tits adequately.

The thought got him. He drained his whisky and poured himself another one, and dialled a number on his phone, commanding the voice on the other side to come across campus and over to his apartment now.