"Let's go back to my place"

"Alright, you're coming home with me tonight, Stefi. If you're going to throw yourself at me, we need to get this sorted out."

You heard him as though from a distance, but nodded vaguely. You were still playing with yourself, hunched over his seat.

"Yeah... That sounds... Yeah." You were in some kind of sex trance. Your phone rang, vibrating in your purse, and you stopped paying with yourself before you fished it out as Karl started the car again. It took you two attempts to swipe it over to answer the call, and your wet finger left faint trails in the screen.

"Hi? This is Stephanie!" You called out to whoever.

"Steph, you okay?" Crap, it was Greg! "You sound a bit... Off. What are you up to? You coming home soon?"

"Hi Greg!" your mind raced, or tried to. This was hard. "I'm... Uhh... One sec!" You looked over to Karl and covered the phone with one juicy hand.

"Karl, it's my husband!" You whispered, "What should I say to him...?" You needed an idea, and Karl seemed smart! He didn't answer you though. Instead, he gave you an evil grin and reached over between your legs, slipping two fingers inside you while keeping his eyes on the road. You groaned, whining, and and tilted your hips unconsciously to grind into him. "You... Ass..." You hissed, but made no effort to remove his hand.

"Hey, you brought this on yourself Stefi," Karl replied, smiling still, "You wanted this. He probably already knows what a silly slut his wife is, anyway."

You moaned at that; everything Karl was saying seemed so hot and so *right,* but he was wrong, wasn't he? You weren't usually like this!

You put the phone back to your ear, gasping and giddy as Karl finger-fucked you. "Sorry about that Greg, something... came uuuuhhp! Err... With my oooaah... My sister. She's visiting..." You sighed, audible over the phone, trying to keep your voice as normal as possible. Karl was relentless.

"Was that another voice earlier?" Greg asked, "Are you okay? I can come pick you up if you need a ride home."

"No, I'm... ooohhkay! We're celebrating my... Uhh.. my interview! I got the job!" You needed to get off the phone. Or just get off. "I think I'm going... to crash at her hotel tonight. Drinking. A lot. Yessss..."

You could picture Greg rolling his eyes on the other end of the call; he could be so uptight sometimes. "Alright Steph, just come home safe when you do. Tell Sarah I said hi. Night love."

"Night!" You were pretty sure he suspected something, but Karl's fingers inside you made it hard to care about that right now. You swiped the phone off, and looked at Karl with mock anger.

"That went well," he said, "so you're crashing at my place then?" He removed his fingers from inside you and you whined, missing then immediately. Then he pulled you back down between his legs, and you unconsciously slipped your lips back over his cock. He tasted *so*good!