3. Duncan #2
I angled the phone so she could see my bare torso, and then tilted it lower…and lower, until my abs, hips, and cock were in the screen. My cock, however, I had gripped in my fist, hiding it from her.
"Fucking hell, Duncan," she breathed. "Do it."
"Do what?"
"Touch yourself. Jerk off while I watch.”
I tightened my grip on my aching cock and stroked it, the phone showing the movement of my arm but nothing else. "Like that?"
"You're gonna make me say it?" she grumbled. "Fine. I want to see, Duncan. I want to see all of you. I want to see you come." She clapped a hand over her mouth, shaking her head. "I know I'm loud and sarcastic and crazy, but I've never done anything like this before. I'm nervous and I feel weird."
"You're sexy as fuck, Rune," I said, slowly jerking my length just off-screen. "I want to see you. Let me see your tits. Let me see you finger your tight little pussy."
She moaned, eyes closing briefly—Her arm moved, and she gasped. "Oh….oh fuck."
"Let me see , goddammit," I hissed.
"At the same time, then," she said. "Together."
Heart slamming crazily in my chest, I let out a groan as my cock throbbed in my fist, demanding release. "Together. Ready?"
"No. Yes." She opened her eyes and mine through the screen. “Yes. Please, Duncan. I wanna see your cock. I need to.”
I tilted the screen until my abs and core were in the frame and slowly slid my fist down my cock, the tip sprouting out of the top of my fist, inch after inch bared.
Rune's face was still in frame, and I was gratified to see her mouth drop open, blatant and powerful arousal carved into every line of her face.
"Jesus, Duncan," she breathed. "Stroke it for me."
I jerked my length for her, once, twice, three times, slowly. "Like that?"
"Mmmm, god yes. Your cock, Duncan. My god. It’s beautiful.”
"Like it?"
"I need it."
"Where?" I demanded.
She panned her screen down, finally giving me a full-length glimpse at her curves.
Draped to either side by gravity, her tits were big and full, plump and round with pale, nearly invisible areolae only a hint darker than the rest of her skin, with small, hard, pink nipples, erect and begging for attention.
"Jesus, Rune," I snarled.
She panned further, and now her sex was bared to me—a low mound thatched with dense black pubic hair. "I haven't, um…shaved or trimmed in a long time."
"I fucking love it," I said.
"Wait, really?" she said, sounding skeptical. "Don't bullshit me, Duncan."
"Why would I lie about that? I love a full bush."
"It's embarrassing."
"The fuck it is, I argued. "It's hot. If you were here in the room with me, I’d have you screaming my name right now. My face would be buried between those thick, beautiful thighs of yours, and I'd be eating your pussy out until you can't fucking breathe."
"Ohmyfucking god , Duncan," she breathed, "do not tease me like that."
"Who's teasing?" I answered. “Eating you out is literally all I can think about."
She groaned, and I watched her fingers slip down over her belly and fit against her slit.
Her other hand slid down as well, two fingers framing her pussy and prying it open so her fingers could swirl against the pert nub of her clit.
My mouth literally watered at the sight as I anticipated the scent and flavor of her sex on my tongue, her essence tingling on my lips and smearing my mouth, the pungent perfume of her arousal filling my nostrils.
I couldn't help but stroke myself, then, sliding my grip down to the root of my cock, watching with rapt attention as Rune's fingers swirl her clit with increasing rapidity.
"Slow down, Rune," I whispered.
"I'm close," she said. "I need to come."
"Not yet. I'm not there yet."
"Then hurry."
"No," I answered. "I wanna take my time. Pretend that's my mouth on your pussy."
"My hand on your cock?"
"Fuck, please." I couldn't help speeding my strokes as she tweaked her pussy faster and faster. "What would you do to me, Rune? If you were here with me?"
She whimpered, hips flexing, bucking as she neared climax. "I'd…oh god. Oh god."
"Not yet, Rune."
"Faster, Duncan. Work that big, hard cock."
"What would you do to me, Rune?"
"I'd take my time," she said, "I'd tease you. Play with your cock until you were begging me to let you come."
"How would you make me come? Where would you take it?"
"Anywhere you wanted to put it, Duncan," she breathed. "All over my hands. Down my throat. On my tits. I'd drain that gorgeous dick of yours until you forget your own name."
I jerked faster, harder, and my hips started to buck, to rock, and all I could do was watch as her fingers blurred and picture my fingers there, my tongue.
Heat and pressure swelled in my balls, and grunts escaped me as I stroked myself hard and fast, relentless and rough.
"Duncan!" Rune breathed. "Oh god. Are you…are you there?"
"Yes," I growled, “I’m close."
"I…oh, oh, oh god, I can't stop it, Duncan." Her hips rocked, and her thighs quivered and pressed together as her climax seized her.
"Let go, Rune," I ordered. "Come for me. Let me watch you come."
She shook all over, magnificent tits swaying and trembling as she arched off the bed, fingers flying in fast circles. "Duncan!"
"That's right, Rune, say my name while you come."
"I…Duncan…Duncan—fuck!"
"Let me see your face, beautiful girl. Let me see your eyes when you come for me."
She panned the camera up, the frame capturing her face lost in the throes of ecstasy, tits bouncing and swaying as she fucked her fingers. "Oh god! Dunc! I wish—oh fuck, I wish it was you. Oh god—I—oh FUCK !" she whimpered, a soft but intense gasp of release as she came. " DUNCAN !"
Her cry of release triggered mine, and I could no more stop myself from coming all over my stomach and chest than I could stop the sun from rising. "Rune!" I growled, squeezing my cock to slow the release. "Fucking hell. Wish my hand was your mouth."
“Yeah?" she whispered. "That's what you want? You wanna fuck my mouth?"
"So bad."
"How bad?"
"I fucking need you, Rune. Say the word and I’ll be outside your door in ten minutes."
"What's the word?" She cupped a tit, offering it up to the screen. "I'll say anything you want me to say if it means I get you eating my pussy.”
"Fuck. Don’t… move . I’ll be right there.”
I ended the call with a stab of my thumb, rolled out of bed, cleaned myself up with a wet, soapy washcloth, dressed in a pair of workout shorts and a baggy hoodie, and was in the car flying to her hostel in record time.