This is a series of short fictional stories, all the characters are fictional
Changes Pt 2
**The Call**
It had been two weeks since my, shall we say ‘little adventure’ with Abram. On more than one occasion Paul my Husband, had mentioned that I had a glint in my eye and had a glow around me.
I felt guilty on occasions but I also realised that I had really enjoyed the sex it had set me on fire, I had a couple of great sex sessions with Paul as well so maybe my infidelity was having a knock-on effect.
I had a couple of text from Abram to ask how I was and to say how much he enjoyed the evening and how he would love to do it again soon, something which had no argument from me.
One lunch time sat in my office my phone rang, it was Abram. Instantly just the sound of that magnetic voice had me on the edge of my seat, confused to how he could have a hold on me in this way.
We exchanged pleasantries, then he asked “are you able to talk” “yes” I whispered back. “after we fucked the other night did you take my gift to your husband?” he said calmly. I told him how as I was changing Paul had run his fingers across my wet cum stained panties and how I thought Paul might have known and had seen changes in me.
“have you had sex with Paul since?” he asked “how did it feel, did you think about us fucking in the alley way” So many questions he had my head in a spin but I loved the dirty talk.
Then the questioning changed
“describe to me in detail what are you wearing today Emma?”
Taken back and surprised I responded, “I am wearing a black skirt” Abram stopped me “in slow detail Emma, in slow detail I want to build an image of your beautiful body in my head”
I slowed down and took my time “I’m wearing a black skirt that is just above the knee and shiny black leather stilettoes, I have a white blouse that is buttoned up the front, my top button is undone and the plunging V neck shows my cleavage” I stopped thinking this would be enough for him to build a picture.
My heart was beating fast and I could feel the small fires beginning to burn deep in my belly.
“you haven’t described everything Emma have you” Abrams voice took on that stern sound that I heard when he told me the other day, that he would fuck me with my panties on, no more than a fortnight ago.
“I have stockings and suspenders on today” I whispered “black and lacy and I have on a matching black lacy bra”
There was a pause at the other end of the phone as I guessed Abram built up a picture in his mind. “I’ve got a beautiful picture in my mind” he said “get up and close your office door” he commanded.
Without hesitation I stood up and looked around, there was just a few people outside eating lunch at their desks, so I closed the door which I often do when I make important phone calls. Most of my windows are covered in charts and graphs but a few small spaces in the window allowed me to see out.
I sat down and picked up the phone thinking that Abram would be talking dirty, I could already feel a small damp patch on my panties.
“unbutton the next button on your blouse” Abram commanded “I, I can’t do that here” I stuttered Abram with a firm command replied “there is no choice Emma, you must trust me we can only move forward if you trust me”
Deftly my fingers moved up and loosened the button “look down Emma and describe in detail what you see”
I wasn’t accustomed to describing myself, but looked down “I see my blouse hanging loose, my black lacy bra is forcing my breasts up, I love the contrast of my white skin against my black lacy bra, I can see the darkness of my nipples pushing against the lace as they grow bigger.
“beautifully described Emma, you are getting the hang of this, now caress one of your nipples through the material”
My heart jumped a beat and momentarily a flash of fear and panic came over me, I glanced at the gap in the window and sat myself up hunched slightly over my desk. Holding the phone to my ear with one hand I slipped the other hand inside my blouse and gently played with my nipple, my body tingled with excitement and those fires deep inside my belly grew stronger and started spreading.
My nipples are sensitive and playing with them is guaranteed to get me going, I moaned in a soft voice down the phone, I almost forgotten to put a picture in Abrams head and struggled to concentrate.
“my fingers are brushing against the material my nipple is growing hard and my body feels breathless” I moaned, “my nipple looks like it is going to burst through the material”
Abram quietly spoke “put your phone to video mode Emma, and show me” I hesitated, I’d been taken in by the moment and glanced again outside, it was still lunch time and no one moved.
I slid the screen of my phone over to video mode and positioned the phone enough for Abram to see. “your cleavage is looking beautiful” I could hear down the phone “slip you nipple out of your bra and toy with it with you finger and thumb” he changed to that commanding tone again.
My hand stopped exciting the erect nipple through the material and slipped it out over the top of my bra, it seemed to grow a little more as it was released. It tingled and my whole body shuddered as my finger and thumb toyed with the hard nipple.
I’d stopped talking to Abram now and was gently moaning, “good, good girl Emma does your body feel good?” I moaned a reply “yessss” “circle your nipple with your finger Emma” my fingers instantly circled the exposed nipple.
I could feel the dampness between my legs as my warm wet fluids began building, my brain was in overload and my panties felt wet as I slightly opened my legs.
“stop playing with your nipple now Emma and lean slightly back in your chair” Abram commanded. I slid my hard nipple back in my bra, slightly relieved as I was beginning to feel like I would orgasm if I teased it anymore, my body was aching and I was wishing Abram was here to take me over my desk, I was yearning to feel his hard cock part my wet pussy lips now.
I slid back in my chair knowing what was coming next, but was powerless to stop, Abram had me exploring my body for the first time in decades and I was loving it.
“move your chair back from your desk and show me those beautiful long legs” I moved back and did as I was told, Abram could see my black stocking covered legs and the lace tops which to me looked good against my white skin, my legs were looking toned.
“emmm” came the groan down the phone, I wondered for a second if Abram was wanking. My mind pictured it now that thick hard dark-skinned cock with those veins bursting life into the tip.
“are you wanking” I whispered at the phone, Abram didn’t answer the question that would be giving up his control to me and he wasn’t going to do that.
“open your legs and slip your hands down your panties” he quietly replied. Still holding the phone in one hand I slid my hand down the front of my skirt and slowly slipped my fingers into the rim of my panties and lifted them up. I could see on the small screen of the camera what Abram could see, my panties lifted and exposed the smooth skin of the mound of my pussy.
The excitement was getting to much for me and I had almost got to the state where I would have taken any cock at that moment, my pussy was literally begging to be fucked.
“slip your finger around your pussy lips and over your clit” instantly I responded, my body flinched and I let out a groan as my finger felt the leaking fluid on my lips, my clit was almost electric to touch. I moaned again.
“slip your finger inside your wet pussy Emma” Abram said in a low voice. My finger slid easily inside me and the experience of feeling my own finger slipping inside and seeing it on the phone almost proved too much.
“take your finger out and show it to me then slip it into your soft mouth” My finger was wet with the soft fluid it almost dripped from my finger like a dew drop. I showed it to the screen of the phone and could hear another moan as I did. Carefully I manged to lift the finger to my mouth whilst still handling the phone.
“lick it slowly with the tip of your tongue Emma” I couldn’t remember a time I had been so horny or felt so sexy as now. The tip of my tongue tasted my pussy juice, the sweet salty taste seemed to make the juices between my legs start to leak a little more. I could feel the juice on the tip of my tongue and the string of fluid stretched over to my finger and slowly it broke away from my finger resting on my chin, I imagined that it was a trail of Abrams hot white spunk dripping from my lips and down my chin.
I heard Abram moan louder and mutter “fuck that is hot” I wondered if he was shooting load after load of hot cum over his stomach, but knew not to ask.
With no more commands I slid my fingers back inside my panties and teased my clit, it tingled and almost buzzed as my whole pussy started contracting, my body tensed and I was hit by wave after wave of intense pleasure and stifled my moans for fear of getting caught, but that somehow made me more excited.
When the experience subsided, I quickly sat up before anyone noticed, Abram I was lost in the moment and had forgotten he was there.
“wow that was fucking hot Emma, you really got into that didn’t you, how did it feel to explore your body, the danger, the risk, the sexiness, the intensity you have it all Emma”
I was awash with pleasure as I sat here Abram had done it again, he had hit the spot without even being here.
“un fucking believable, that was so intense I’m like putty in your hands Abram” I replied, softly and calmly he said “you will have more sexual adventures Emma with me I can take you places beyond your wildest dreams, I have booked a massage for you next Tuesday at the hotel I stay at when I’m down your way, make sure you turn up at 2pm in the afternoon and speak to Joe Palmer the Manager who will take care of you”
It was another command that I had already started to obey as I booked the time out of my schedule.
For a woman in my working position used to giving orders rather than taking them, I was beginning to feel like a puppet on a string, for every string Abram pulls I have a new experience and I was loving every second, he was setting my mind and my sex on fire.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hl1j90/changes_pt_2
My god…