FaceTime Frenzy: Jim's Hot Time (L)

The insistent buzz of my phone shattered the afternoon silence, another reminder of my scheduled FaceTime call with Jim. He worked in a stuffy office downtown, a world away from my own messy, comfortable home. Still, the thought of seeing him, feeling his presence, sent a delicious shiver down my spine. It wasn’t just the physical attraction; there was a power dynamic at play, a playful dominance that we both relished. This call, this particular iteration, felt different, charged with an almost desperate urgency. He’d specifically requested an “over the top” experience, a blatant invitation to push boundaries.

I adjusted my webcam, angling it slightly to showcase my curves, the silky G-string clinging to my hips, a deliberate display of submission and invitation. The halter top, a favorite of his, slipped lower, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my pale skin and the delicate swell of my breasts. It was all about control, about teasing him, knowing he craved my attention.

“Hey, sexy,” I purred, my voice deliberately slow and sensual, “Looks like you have a stressful day going. Does stroking your big cock help you deal with that?”

His voice crackled through the speakers, laced with anticipation. “God, yes, it does. But bending you over this desk and fucking your brains out would be much better. How is my sweet pussy doing? I love that you’re wearing my favorite G-string. Can you spread a little more for the camera?”

A wicked smile played on my lips. “Depends. Can you drop your pants fully so I get a better view? And don’t shake off that pre-cum I see on your slit. That’s it. Mmmmm, nice—you’re making me hungry now.” The words hung in the digital air, heavy with unspoken desires. The anticipation was palpable, a tangible heat radiating from my own body.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the headset. “Oh, I can really see that wet pussy in your light. Move that string out of the way and work that wet cunt for me. You’re killing me.”

I obliged, slowly pulling my spaghetti straps down, letting my cleavage spill forth. My rack was fully exposed, and I began twisting my nipples, letting my gaze linger on the curve of his hips, the tightness of his trousers. “You like?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, God yes. Now I want to see you stretching your nips while you are finger fucking—and you better do it fast! I won’t be lasting long here.” The urgency in his tone was unmistakable. This wasn't just a casual flirtation; this was a desperate need, a primal craving.

“Me, either. I’m just watching that cockhead turn purple. Close?” The thought of his pleasure, the sheer volume of it, sent a wave of heat through me. I focused on the swelling of his member, the vein pulsing beneath his skin, the raw, animalistic power radiating from it.

“Bite your nipples until they hurt and stretch them the way I do, you slut. Don’t you want your man to take this meat and punish you with it?” His words were a challenge, an invitation to abandon all restraint. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Oh God, I need my favorite tool deep in me. And I’m afraid I did some naughty things today, sweetie.” The confession felt liberating, releasing a torrent of pent-up desire.

“You know you’ll be punished for that tonight, so be ready to give me your ass for a spanking. Now do what I say, right now! Leave those gorgeous tits alone and spread your soaking wet pussy lips wide! Now flick and squeeze your clit. I love to watch you do that when you masturbate. Oh, yeah, babe, that’s right!”

As he spoke, a sharp knock echoed through his office, followed by his breathless voice, "Why is your door locked?" The interruption was jarring, but it only intensified my arousal. The moment he fired off a massive load, a torrent of thick, warm fluid, I lost all control.

“Waiting on an important call, Jen. Please get back with me later.” The relief in his tone was almost comical. He clearly needed to release the pressure, and I had provided the perfect outlet.

“I wish you were here to spread this load all over those beautiful tits so we could taste it together. Oh God, looks like you…” He trailed off, lost in the pleasure of his own release.

“Fffffuuuucccckkk! I can’t—stop! Ughn! Oh, shit!” The realization hit me with full force. I had never experienced anything quite like this, this complete surrender to primal urges. It was both terrifying and utterly intoxicating.

“Holy shit, I don’t know if I have EVER seen you squirt your juice before. That’s so hot! Now do me a favor and put on some panties so you can keep that cum preserved. I want to lap it up when I get home. I regret, but I gotta go.” His hurried departure left me breathless, the lingering scent of his arousal clinging to the air.

“Okay, my stud. Like my surprise?” A giggle escaped my lips, a sound filled with both pleasure and embarrassment.

“Can’t you tell by my cumshot? It will take me ten minutes to clean it off my chest, neck and desk.” The thought of his meticulous attention to detail, his unwavering focus on my pleasure, sent shivers down my spine.

“If you leave it on your neck, do you think Jen will notice?” The playful challenge hung in the air, laced with a hint of provocation.

“Who cares?” He replied, his voice still filled with the echoes of his pleasure. Then, just as abruptly as it began, the call ended, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering heat of his touch. As I watched the screen go black, a single tear rolled down my cheek, a mixture of pleasure, relief, and an undeniable sense of vulnerability. The experience had stripped me bare, leaving me raw and exposed, yet undeniably alive.

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