A phone call

After Gavin leaves you settle down to work, going over some reports. You've been at it about an hour when you cell phone rings.

"Hello?"

"John?" a tentative girls voice answers. "I hope it's okay to call."

"Vanessa?"

"Yes. You did give me your number. I woke up a while ago and I've been lying here thinking about last night."

"Have you?"

"Mmmmhmmm," she purrs into the phone. "I've been thinking a lot about it. I've been thinking how I want it again."

"You sound like you're a horny, naughty little girl."

"I am. I've been thinking, and touching myself, imagining it was you." Her voice is breathless, slightly hoarse. "Pretending it's your hands, your cock. And I wanted to hear your voice."

"While you touch yourself."

"Oh God yes," she moans softly. "Tell me what you'd do to me. Tell me how you'd use me. Tell me how you'd **** me."

"Why don't you just come here? Then I could show you what I'll do to you."

"I can't. I have a class soon. Please John, please tell me what you'd do to me if I was there. Please," she pleads with a throaty, liquid voice.

"I'd bend you over my desk, holding the back of your neck to hold you down."

"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she whispers.

"My hands would roam over your body, roughly fondling you."

"Owning me."

"Pulling your jeans down, exposing your round ripe ass."

"I have no panties on. I'm so ready for you," she moans softly.

"I reach between your thighs, my fingers invading you. Spreading your swollen pussy lips."

"I'm so wet," she whimpers.

"Pushing my fingers into you, first one, then two, opening your slutty little cunt."

"Oh God yesss, I want you so much, I want you inside me. Listen to my pussy," she murmurs and you hear a rhythmic wet sound.

"Those are my fingers inside me," she whimpers. "Could you hear? Could you hear how wet I am?"

"I press my cock against your cunt, letting you feel the tip entering you."

"Oh God....I'm pressing my ass back against you...I need your cock...Oh God I'm dripping wet!"

"I hold your hips and impale you with my cock, filling you in one savage thrust."

"Oh God Yesssssss! You're taking me, you're fucking me!"

"Pounding you against the desk. Squeezing your ass as I fuck you hard."

"Owning me! Oh God I'm yours! I'm yours! I'm Fucking Yours! Oh Fuck! You're making me come! OH FUCK! OH SWEET FUCK!" she shrieks into the phone. There is a fumble of noise and her voice recedes, but you can still hear her moaning and grunting in orgasmic bliss. After a moment or two her voice comes back.

"That was so good," she says in a ragged, breathless voice. "I came so hard. Thank you for helping me, John."

"So now you've made me hard, you slutty little minx. What are you going to do about that?"

"I could tell you what I'd do with your cock. I could talk to you and help you come while you stroked yourself."

"I've got a better idea. I'm going to hang up. I want you to call back in three minutes. When I pick up you can tell me how you'd suck my cock."

"I could start now, John."

"No, three minutes. Don't let me down, Vanessa."