One
COLTON
My buddy from the university thought I needed to relax.
I’ve basically worked for the last ten years nonstop.
No girlfriend, not even hooking up with a stranger.
I wanted to work. I didn’t need a woman in my life at the moment.
But my mind was running out of ideas for all the years of celibacy, and I was getting tense.
“Does my baby ache?” she asks, and I reply with a groaned yes.
“Oh,” she moans. “You want some help making it better?”
“Yes,” I growl, take off my clothes, lie on the bed, and grab some lube from the nightstand.
“Tell me what to do, baby,” I tell her.
We try different things every time. Sometimes I would tell her what I wanted to do to her.
Sometimes I would just listen to her get off.
Or fake getting off. Either way, I got off.
Tonight was about dominating. I wanted her to tell me what to do.
My blood rushes with excitement, and I can feel my cock going rock hard at the anticipation.
“Are you naked?” she asks, and I tell her I am. Buck naked.
“Good, I want you to grab your cock. Don’t squeeze, just touch.” I moan when my hands rest softly around the base of my cock.
“I want you to give yourself a little squeeze. Tell me how it feels, baby,” she says. I do what I’m told.
“Oh, it feels good. So good. I want more.” I tell her.
“Okay, baby. Do you have lube?” she asks.
“Yes,” I hear her swivel on whatever she's on, a chair, maybe.
“Put some lube on your cock but don’t pull.
Let it drip from the tip of your cock to the base,” she tells me, and I do what she says.
The bottle lid pops when I take it off, and there’s a squeezing sound as I pour its contents onto the top of my cock.
The lube is cold as it hits my sensitive but warm with the heat of my body.
I can feel the liquid sliding down, and it makes me groan.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
“Feel good, baby?” Minx asks, a little giggle in her voice.
“Fuck yes,” I gruff out. I try to stay still while I set the bottle down and tell her I’m done.
“Okay, now I want you to unclasp your hands and hold the head of your cock.” I do as she says, and it’s almost worse. The lube mixes with the most sensitive part of my dick and my hand on it. I almost tell her to skip to the good part, but I know if I hold on, it’ll be good.
“Slide your hand down now. Slowly. Don’t come,” she whispers that last part, and I slide my hands down, groaning the entire time.
“You’re a little cock-tease, aren’t you?” I asked her. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to say it. The primal urge in me to tell her what she’s doing to me. How she makes me feel. She makes me feel comfortable and safe. Allows me to talk to her without feeling like I’m being too crass or rude.
“I am, baby. I love to tease you,” she says, “You love it too,” she adds, and I groan in agreement.
“Tell me more,” I say. There’s tension all over my body. My balls are ready to blow as she tells me to slowly stroke my cock but not come. Pre-come beads at the head and slides down my shaft. I’m so close. She tells me to squeeze, pump, stop and then repeat.
Squeeze. Pump. Stop.
Squeeze. Pump. Stop.
Squeeze. Pump. Stop.
“Please, Minx, baby. I need to come. Tell me I can come. Make me come,” I beg after what feels like an hour. There’s a giggle on the other line, but then she caves.
“Okay, baby, come.” With that simple demand, I erupt all over myself.
My cum is all over my hands, my stomach, and my chest to my collarbone. I’ve never come as hard as this with any other woman or myself. She brings out a need in me, and I do nothing but sink into it.
Being a law professor makes my life full of people who live a certain way.
Very clean cut, no-nonsense, and definitely wouldn’t talk to a phone sex operator.
It was why I was nervous to even try. I knew if it leaked that I did this, it would taint my reputation.
All my hard work would go down the drain.
But there was a pull I didn’t recognize. I need to push my own boundaries and take a chance on this. It paid off. I’m now more relaxed and look forward to the time I can talk to her. Before, it was all about the students, and I didn’t think of myself at all.
“You good, baby?” she asks, and I’m reminded I’m still on the phone with her.
“Yes,” I reply, “Thank you. Will I get to talk to you next week?” It's the first time I've asked if I can talk to her.
After a few weeks, we got into this routine, but there was something in me wanting to know if she was looking forward to it as much as I did.
Or if I was just a paycheck for her. I don't know why I need to know other than I just did.
“Sure thing, sweetie. I’ll talk to you next week if you’d like?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say. We both say our goodnights and hang up.
I clean myself with my towel and throw it in the laundry basket before going to bed, still naked, to sleep.
Like every night since I talked to Minx, I go to sleep with her in my mind but wondering this time if maybe this obsession with her will inevitably break my heart.