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he was on the phone with C again. this seems to be a reoccurring routine for what seems to be an inconvenient time for me. yet, i still do not say anything. i was running around the house in panties and tight t-shirt. i had to be clothed somewhat, i was still sick. his talking is like a machine to me with its rhythms and fluid flows. sometimes i tune it out and other times i tune it in. i especially tune in to his speech patterns when he is molesting me. it is a high turn on for me.
i am in the kitchen at the sink cleaning up and comes in behind me without warning and bends me into the sink and pulls down my panties. one would think his talking would be affected by such gestures and yet not one pause, not one overly pronounced word, not a flinch on his part. he keeps talking as if nothing has happened and he pushes the dildo inside of me and starts to fuck me with it without care. i grip the cold tile and puff ever so quietly into the sink and i focus on his speaking. i wonder if he would even make a notion if i was sucking his cock while on the phone. he exerts force on the arm that fucks me and yet not a heavy breath or grunt escapes his hypnotic speaking.
just yesterday i was on the fuck bed and he motioned for me to come to him. i stood before him like a girl with big eyes, he pulled off my shirt, tugged on my still sore nipples and whispered to me to take a nap behind him. i am not certain if C can hear his requests for me. i even wonder if C finds it so hard to believe that i would be talked to in such a manner without protest. i am sure C could care less but the thought just adds fuel to my own fire.
i crawled on the bed in my thong, sat on my legs as i positioned the pillows as such, making sure that he caught a glimpse of my cunt snug against the fabric of my attire as i had to pick up pillows that have fallen against the wall. i slightly turned my head to catch him starring in my peripheral view. i slowly positioned myself on my stomach laying down making sure to stick my ass just a little bit up for his viewing pleasure. i laid there with my eyes closed listening to his words flow like a river through my ears, into my mind and out again.
“hang on a sec,” he says into the phone. i hear the phone hit the desk, the chair squeaks as he gets up and i feel him on top of me. his mouth in my ear and his hands grabbing, groping at whatever he can reach. i moan into the pillow and thrust my ass up against his body. he pinches and grabs at my ass and takes a few smacks. he gives me a parting kiss and resumes his conversation.
sometimes he drives me wild.
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