There’s a tug on my heart at his words and the strained look on his face. “Babe, I’m more than happy to get naked for you,” I say. “But tell me, what’s going on?”
Corey runs a hand through his hair, and I swear I can feel his stress radiating through the phone. “It’s just shit with work. I shouldn’t let it get to me like this, but…”
I nod, taking off my headphones for a moment so I can slip my shirt off over my head. Placing the headphones back securely on my ears, I say, “I get it.”
Corey leans closer to the phone, sighing. “Fuck, Bex. Take off your bra, please.”
It’s really a bralette, but I don’t have to take off my headphones to get it off–-I stretch the material up over my head and toss the garment to the ground. Corey groans and the sound sends a hypnotic pulse to my clit.
“I wish I were there, Bex. I’d take those beautiful tits in my hands, suck on those pretty pink nipples,” Corey growls. He adjusts his phone again, and I can see he’s lying down on an unfamiliar couch.
“Where are you, Corey?”
“Not important,” he says, fisting his hard cock through his briefs. “Scoot back, I want to see you take off your panties.”
I forget all about my curiosity when he speaks. Directing me this way is fucking hot. I’ve always known Corey has more dominant tendencies, but this is the first time I’m following his orders. By the time I slip offmy shorts and panties, my pussy is wet. Not as wet as I would be if Corey were actually here, but it’s just enough.
Corey pulls out his hard, thick length, and I might as well be drooling. I move my right hand down, dragging my fingers through my wet heat before circling my clit with my pointer finger.
“Fuck, Bex. I want to taste you so bad. Do that for me, baby. Bring those fingers to your lips and taste yourself.”
I do as he asks, sucking on each finger and releasing them with a pop.
“Tell me how you taste, Bex.”
“So sweet, Corey,” I moan. “I wish it was your fingers, though. You can reach that spot inside me that no one else can.” Corey says nothing, but he groans. It’s true—Corey’s hands are large and strong, and he is the only person I have ever been with who’s found that magic spot. The one that makes me orgasm so hard, I see stars.
I’m hypnotized, watching him stroke his cock, alternating between hard, aggressive and softer, drawn out strokes. I try to match the same pace with my fingers, but my hand begins to cramp and I let out a whine of frustration because I just can’t reach that spot.
“Bex, look at me.” My eyes flutter open to see Corey sitting up, his strokes paused. “Do you still have that black box?”
My eyes widen, and I understand what Corey’s asking me to do. “Corey… do you want to watch me fuck myself with your cock?”
“More than anything,” he moans. He resumes his stroking as I reach over the edge of my bed for the matte black box that I tucked away weeks ago. After Corey visited me in Vegas just over a week ago, I took the toy out of the box to wash it, just in case I felt compelled to play with Corey, without Corey.
But I’m still shocked when I pull the silicone toy from the box, despite having had the real thing. It’s nearly a perfect match in length, girth, and even the prominent veins running along each side.
“Put your tongue on my cock, Bex. Show me how you use that mouth like a good girl.”
My ears are full of Corey’s moans, the slick sounds of his strokes, his whispered praise, and my hands are full—literally—with Corey’s replica dick. I need both of my hands to hold the hefty toy. I let go of the desire to look sexy while doing this; I can barely fit the first few inches in my mouth before I gag. Definitely something easier about going down on the real thing.
“Corey, I need to feel you inside me.Now.” My hips have been writhing against nothing, and my clit is aching for some friction.
“Move a bit, first,” Corey bites out. “Lean back on your elbows, to the left, and spread those legs to the right, beautiful. I want to see your face when you slide that thick toy inside of you.”
Fuck me, who knew director Corey would be so fucking hot? I spread my legs, looking at myself in the little preview box on the screen to make sure Corey has the best view. Damn, I really need to upgrade to a tablet or something.
I drag the dildo down my front, between my breasts and over the soft mound of my stomach, before running it over my pussy. I’ve gone from wet to dripping in a matter of ten minutes. Something about sharing this moment with Corey–that I’ll be fucking myself with a replica of his perfect cock–it’s beyond carnal and wicked.
“Tap your clit with my dick before you slide it inside of you,” Corey growls.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as I comply, tapping my clit with the tip of the toy once, twice, before slowly sliding it inside of me.
“That’s it, Bex. Nice and slow for me, baby. You’re doing so well.” Corey’s praise sends shivers through my body. Once all eight inches are inside me and I am stretched to a sinful fullness, Corey begins to pant heavily.
“Corey,” I moan. “How should I fuck myself? What do you want to see, sir?”
“God dammit, Bex. Just like this. Fuck,” Corey grunts. His strokes are hard and fast, and I know I won’t possibly be able to keep up with that pace. Corey wants to see it hard, so I slide the dildo out almost the entire way before slamming it back inside of me.
