Raw Desire: Pounding Pleasure Calls

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of my garage, a relentless, insistent drumming that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. It wasn’t the weather that had me on edge, though. It was the insistent ring of my phone, a jarring intrusion into the humid, smoky air of my small workshop. I knew who it was before I even glanced at the screen. Just the sound of her voice, laced with desperate longing, was enough to send a jolt of electricity through my veins.

“Baby, I want your huge cock pounding my tight little pussy right now,” she moaned, her voice raw with need, the desperation clinging to every word. “Don’t you worry I’ll fill you up so good babe, oh angel, are you hearing this?” The urgency in her tone was palpable, a physical force pushing against my own inhibitions. I took a deep breath, trying to center myself, to quell the rising tide of anticipation. This wasn’t the first time she’d called like this, pleading for my attention, my pleasure, my complete and utter surrender. But tonight felt different, charged with an intensity that bordered on dangerous.

I fumbled with the receiver, bringing it to my ear. “Hold on, sweetheart,” I replied, my voice rough with a mixture of excitement and restraint. “Let me get you all the pleasure you deserve.” I moved with a slow, deliberate grace, stripping off my flannel shirt, revealing the thick, muscular body beneath. The scent of motor oil and leather hung heavy in the air, mingling with the subtle fragrance of her perfume, a siren’s call luring me deeper into the vortex of our twisted desires.

As I paced the concrete floor, flexing my muscles, I could hear her gasping, her breath growing ragged. “I’m thrusting into my hand so hard, my thick cock sliding in and out of my hand closed around it as my huge balls slap against my palm. The primal slapping noise is so loud and fast, She hears this over the phone and moans so loud.” The sound of her pleasure was both intoxicating and disturbing, fueling my own lust, sharpening my senses. My hands began to tremble, not from fear, but from the sheer anticipation of what was to come.

“Baby, you are gonna make me squirt, give me your cock right now,” she begged, her voice a desperate plea. “How many fingers are you using?” I paused, savoring the question, letting it hang in the air before responding with a slow, deliberate drawl. “Two, baby, two.” The knowledge that I was holding back, denying her the full measure of my pleasure, felt like a violation in itself. “Oh, you aren’t ready for all of me yet,” she whispered, her voice laced with frustration. “You want me to stretch your little pussy with my huge cock, huh, babe? You want me to bend you over and fill you up with my huge hot loads of warm sticky cum?” My fingers tightened around my shaft, responding instinctively to her desire. “Yes, baby, yes. MMM OH YEAH PLEASE OH FUCK YES YES.”

The heat intensified, spreading through my body like wildfire. My arousal peaked as I imagined her in my arms, her body contorted beneath my dominance. The thought of her struggling, begging for release, only served to heighten my pleasure. “You wanna feel me pounding your pussy so hard and deep that it feels like my monster cock is in your stomach huh babe?” Her response was immediate, a torrent of moans and cries of delight. “FUCK, PLEASE, YES,” she cried, “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING BABY OH YEAH.” The sound of her orgasm, a symphony of desperate pleasure, sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m gonna slap your ass so hard over and over again as I fill you up, baby, oh yeah, take my fucking cock, that’s my girl, oh yeah fuck fuck.” Without hesitation, I grabbed a wrench from my toolbox and slammed it against her backside, the impact reverberating through her body. The pain, combined with the escalating pleasure, sent her spiraling into a frenzied state. “I set the phone in my front shirt pocket and start stroking with both of my hands, twisting them up and down my thick shaft, I’m barely able to close my hands around me. Love, I’m two handing now, just like how you love to do while you choke on my huge dick, I wish you were here taking it down your throat as you stroke it, fuck babe,” I continued, my movements becoming increasingly frantic, driven by the raw, primal urge to satisfy her. “I go harder and faster, she is on the other like moaning and having multiple orgasms. She begs me to cum with her.”

“Alright baby, I’ll cum with you, I guess,” I said in a teasing tone, my voice dripping with dominance. As I spoke, I squeezed my massive balls with one hand, feeling the blood surge through my veins, while my other hand stroked up and down my entire long shaft. “Oh yeah that’s my good little babe mhm yeah.” The sounds she made were both a release and an invitation, a testament to her insatiable lust. “She’s moaning so loud for me I can’t contain it, my warm hot cum shoots all over my chest, a second stream shoots on my chin, then I shoot more on my face and some on my chest. My huge throbbing dick is gushing with cum as more drips down my long thick shaft and coats my pelvis and thighs. I’m soaked with cum, so much cum. And I’m still so hard.” My body writhed with pleasure, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation. “Oh baby, I can’t wait for you to get back, here enjoy this photo I just took of me.” With a final, lingering glance, I sent her the image, a blurred shot of my naked body, glistening with sweat and semen, a visual representation of the intense pleasure we had just experienced. The rain continued its relentless drumming on the roof, a constant reminder of the world outside, a world that felt increasingly distant and irrelevant in the face of our shared desire. The call ended, leaving me breathless and exhausted, but utterly satisfied, a primal connection forged in the heat of the moment. The memory of her moans, her pleas, her desperate need, would linger long after the rain had stopped.

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