All day waiting for a call from the courier company that lost my shipment, and they have to call at the best time …
Clothes scattered on the floor of the room and our bodies melting into one with a wild sweetness.
Sparks flew between Max and I from the first moment we met, although it took us months to stop trying to silence all that outrageous sexual attraction we felt for each other. When we finally took the step and surrendered to our mutual charms, it was tremendous. A weekend without leaving home, visiting each room and discovering more and better games to enjoy our time together.
After a short time we knew each other perfectly and we knew which keys to play and when to play it. We had developed a high degree of confidence, and we both shared a taste for kinkiness, so I didn’t think about it.
Riding on Max my cell phone started ringing and I glared at him as he stretched out his arm. “You’re not going to get it, are you?” Max asked me. “I need to, but you don’t stop…” I replied.
On the other end of the phone, a male voice with less personality than a table tried to convince me that the mistake was not from his company; I had a hard time getting him to let me speak, but as soon as I started I became more and more convincing, still moving my hips over Max and seeing his incredulous and mischievous face. I debated all the points he made to me, it was clearly his mistake, why should I pay for it?
In the middle of the speech Max made a gesture for me to get up, and while he listened to the reply on the other side of the phone, he did not give me respite and pressed me against the mirror, causing an involuntary groan when in contact with the cold glass; and impossible to disguise when they were progressively increased with the attacks of Max. With the idea that a stranger could hear us while he was inside me, he became even more excited.
The conversation became more and more difficult, I limited myself to moaning trying to modulate between affirmative and negative, but each time they seemed more guttural sounds and my interlocutor began to be overwhelmed by the situation, putting me on hold with the excuse of consulting with his superior. Max took the opportunity to give me cane, his hands covered everything when they wanted, and where they did not reach his mouth or his penis. I was covered everywhere and I was writhing with pleasure with the insufferable background music.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed, leaving me face down. He ran his fingers up my back and my ass, lightly massaging it and playing finger sticking further. The walk was continued by his mouth, moving calmly from neck to buttocks, enjoying my taste and my heavy breathing. The old ringtone music was coming out of the earpiece, and it was the first time that it didn’t bother me that they had put me on hold.
Max was doing his thing, now with his tongue between my buttocks. He grabbed my hips with his hands and lifted them slightly for better access to my wetter depth; he accelerated the rhythm of his tongue and played with two fingers on my clit, leaving me on the edge of the orgasmic abyss on several occasions.
Finally the music stopped and a voice asked me if he was still there. I answered as best I could with monosyllables, I heard the resolution of the claim by the supervisor of the previous voice informing that they would finally take over when Max inserted a pair of fingers in my anus. The orgasm exploded between my lips, vibrating in my throat with an intense lingering “thank you,” and leaving the voice on the phone silent.
“You see? When you do things well, you make people happy until they explode with pleasure … “, I said,” I’m glad I solved it, I await your news “, and hung up.
I will always be intrigued by what happened on the other end of the phone, if the supervisor and the first voice found out what was happening, or if it caused any subsequent reaction …
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lvshrx/inoportune_call_mf