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The Phone Call
copyright 2000 by Lady M
The clock continues to tick - tock - tick
And warm, wet juices
Drip down my thighs with hot anticipation
The hands read 12:58pm
In one hour and twelve minutes
I'm suppose to make a telephone call
My heart quickens with trepidation
And I'm unsure that I can do this.
I've been wanting to play for quite some time
With friends of ours - a beautiful couple
Today I was told to call them on their cell phone
At 2:10pm and make myself cum
But what will I say?
How I will I react?
And will my horny ache between my legs
Wait that long?
My blood is pumping fast and my mind is spinning wild
I'm trying to think of a thousand excuses
To not make the phone call
But the throb between my legs denies all of my lame excuses
And I need to cum so bad.
So while I wait I weave in my mind this fantasy...
I'm in their home - dressed in nothing but my silky skin
The husband has to pick up his wife from work
Before he leaves to get her
I'm instructed to clean their home - spotless
But of course I'm a bad girl - so I make sure nothing is perfect
I do this with a naughty grin- knowing punishment will occur
I hear their car pull up in the driveway
My pussy is dripping thickly down my thighs like fresh cream
I cannot hide my excitement
And they see this when they enter
"What this?" The pretty wife says to me with annoyance
"Dust?" While she inspects her furniture
"Um, no mam, I don't see any dust?" I replied, knowing that I'm wrong.
" I think our little maid needs to be punished?"
I heard her say while feeling the back of my hair being pulled
Which causes another gush of wetness to seep down my thighs.
Suddenly, I find myself in their bedroom being tied to their bed
Face down and blindfolded
My tiny hind end is high up, propped by pillows
I smile, knowing that I'll soon feel the heat of my punishment
They know this is what I want so they make me wait
The husband plays with his wife's firm breasts for a bit
While telling me that I've been a very bad girl
I squirm - wishing that they'd hurry up and play with me
I hear the belt being removed from the husband's pants
My pussy walls quiver with arousal
My nipples stiffen to the sound
Next, I feel the feminine claws of the wife
Scratch moderately into my back
And hear her words whisper hotly near my ear
"You're going to wish you'd cleaned better for me."
With no warning I feel the heated smack of the belt
On my wanting cheeks and I moan into the air
I smile into the pillow - hoping they won't see my satisfaction
And the hunger between my legs needs to be fed - oh so frickin' bad!
The ticking of the clock wakes me from my fantasy
It's almost time to make the telephone call
Will I be able to wait to satisfy myself?
Will I be able to cum for them like they want?
Tick-Tock-Tick- continues to clock and the phone is waiting by my side.
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