"Ah, but you just called me by my first name. You only do that when you want me."
Silence. But I can tell she's still on the line.
My cock is getting stiffer by the second.
"Do you phone-shag a lot of women?" she asks, her voice even sultrier.
"I wouldn't say a lot, but I do enjoy whispering naughty things to a woman while listening to her come."
"Mm-hm, I can picture you doing that." A rustling sound follows. "I'm lying on the sofa. Are you in your office?"
She's going to do it. All-business Avery wants to phone-shag with me.
My cock is straining my trousers.
"Yes, darling," I say. "I'm in my office, relaxing in my chair. Would you like me to tell you what to do?"
"Oh, yes. Please."
"What are you wearing?"
"Jeans and a T-shirt."
I close my eyes and imagine her lying on a sofa, dressed the way she described. "Unzip your jeans, love."
A pause. "I unzipped them."
"Slide your hand inside your knickers and tell me how wet you are."
I am having phone sex with Avery. Can't believe it. But there is no way on earth I'll stop now.
"Oh God," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "I'm so wet my fingers are covered in my cream, and all the hairs down there are soaked. So are my panties."
Bloody hell.My breaths grow shorter and sharper, and my cock throbs while I envision Avery touching herself. I undo my trousers and shove a hand inside to palm my erection. My voice grows rougher as I tell her, "Stroke your fingers up and down your folds. And tell me how much you wish I were there fucking you."
"Oh, Hugh, I want you inside me right now."
I hear more rustling, as if she's writhing on that sofa while she strokes herself. Her breaths quicken, becoming soft little gasps.
"Stop," I tell her. The sound of her movements ceases, and I have no doubt she heeded my command. "Rub your clit for me. Do it now."
Yes, I've done phone sex before. But I have never commanded a woman to do what I say while we get our ends away. No, I whisper and tease my lovers. But with Avery, I need to order her to do my bidding.
She moans.
"Are you rubbing?" I ask.
"Mm, yes."
I love the hungry tone in her voice. That alone makes me so fucking randy that I start to pump my cock. "Keep rubbing that nub, love, and pet your flesh with your longest finger at the same time. Drag it up and down, up and down. I'm going to stroke myself while you do that."
"Hugh, I—Oh shit, I'm already so close."
"I know, love, I know." Can hardly breathe now, and the rapid pace of her gasps assures me she is on the edge. I can push her over it so easily. "Close your eyes, picture me fucking you, and come for me, Avery."
Her sharp cry dissolves into whimpering and gradually fades into silence.
I pump myself several more times and swallow a shout as I come.