Making a call....

{if TimSquirt = 1
}As Beth's frustration began to mount at her inability to make herself squirt, she found herself digging out her phone and scrolling through until she was looking at the new contact she had made... for Tim. She struggled with herself for a few seconds, before pressing send.
After a few rings, the familiar voice answered. "This is Tim Matthews. Hello?"
Maybe he hadn't put her name in his phone. Or maybe...he's pretending. "Um...hi... this is Beth Wilson...we met yesterday?"
A smooth, knowing chuckle answered. "Yes. We did meet yesterday, didn't we? How are you Beth?"
Beth was so aroused by the confidence in his nearly sarcastic tone. It was as if he knew exactly what condition she was in, and why she had called.
"I'm f-fine..." she stumbled a little. Her fingers had a mind of their own, working as she talked. "H-how are you?"
"I'm doing just great, Beth. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She wanted to scream at his amusement. She wanted him to make her squirt again.
"Well...it's...um.... it's sort of embarrassing but... I was thinking about... our little encounter yesterday while I was out on my morning run..." she stumbled her way through admitting.
"Oh?" his tone was almost mocking, and she knew that he was going to make her spell out everything. She squirmed in the embarrassment, which only fueled her arousal. "And what are you doing now?"
"I...I'm trying to do what you made me do yesterday.... {if Formation = 3
}daddy..."{else
}sir..." {endif
}
{else
}Beth used her free hand to pull up her tank top and pinch her nipples, one after the other. {if Shame > 82
}I can't believe I'm doing this... I wonder what he would think if he knew... {else
}I'm such a bad girl... what would he do to me if he knew what a bad girl I was being? {endif
}Before she realized it, her hand was fishing in her pack for her cellphone, scrolling through to her newest contact. With a shudder of pleasure from her fingers, she mashed the send button as her face grew hot.
After a few rings, the familiar voice answered. "This is Tim Matthews. Hello?"
Maybe he hadn't put her name in his phone. Or maybe...he's pretending. "Um...hi... this is Beth Wilson...we met yesterday?"
A smooth, knowing chuckle answered. "Yes. We did meet yesterday, didn't we? How are you Beth?"
"I....I'm not sure if I should answer that..." she slipped back into a bratty tone so smoothly that she almost shocked herself. His voice... it was intoxicating. Tim seemed to immediately pick up on what was happening.
"I think you should, Beth. What are you doing?"
"....masturbating in a public bathroom on my morning run... thinking about you..."
"This is very serious, Beth. I'm frankly concerned about your lack of self-control." Yes... Tim hadn't missed a beat. Whatever he had been doing, he was right into dom mode now, and the tone in his voice almost made her cream immediately.
{if Shame > 82
}"You're right...I'm being very bad right now. I just...enjoyed our last encounter so much...I couldn't help myself." {else
}"Well... you aren't here to stop me..." Beth practically giggled at the pleasure she got from playing the brat. "And I was super horny..." she put the phone down by her pussy and pistoned her fingers in and out rapidly before bringing it back to her ear. "Hear how wet I am{if Formation = 3
}, daddy?{else
}?{endif
}"{endif
}
"Typical, only thinking about yourself, no patience, no sense of propriety." The disappointment was strong in his voice. "You think the whole world stops and starts around your pleasure?"
{if Formation =3
}"I'm a big girl, I can do what I like!" Beth pouted into the phone as she rubbed her pussy vigorously. "Mmmm...that feels good...wish you were here, daddy..." {else
}"I want to feel good and I want it now! You can't stop me: you aren't here."{endif
}
"If I was there, I'd be teaching you some manners, you little brat. You'd feel my belt on your bare ass, and you'd find it hard to talk back with my cock in your throat."
"Oh yes{if Formation = 3
}, daddy{endif
}. I would find it...so hard." Beth giggled at her clever wordplay.
{endif
}