I’ve only know Dave for about a month now, and every day he calls me to talk about everything from cooking to sex. His Cajun accent fuels many of my masturbation fantasies. On this particular night, I was already turned on, and excited and was about to reach for my toy when the phone rang around midnight.

“Hello.”

“Hi what are you doing right now?”

Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet.

“Nothing yet, but I am so fucking horny, and was about to reach for my toy, ‘Peter,’ and make myself cum like hell. Why?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you had started to have fun without me.”

As I listened to his deep, dark, rich, voice I begin to become aroused. We discussed the erotic story about fisting that I sent him to edit. When he asked me if I ever have been fisted, my clit screamed for attention as I got hotter and wetter.

“Now that you mention it no, would you like to join me in having a little bit of fun?”


“Well I’m sitting outside in the dark naked again, with my swollen dick in my hand. Wishing you were here or me there baby. Why do you think I called you at this late hour for?”

“A recipe, I giggled, you wanted to hear my sexy voice turning you every which way but loose. You know when you call I get all hot and bothered…….more!”

“Your voice is sexy; in fact you could use it on a phone sex line and make money doing it.”

“Oh my God, I could, but wouldn’t know where to go and start. However I’d rather talk to you in the privacy of my own bedroom.”

He laughed. “Do you have anything besides your toy with you, honey?”

“Just my eight inch vibrator. I love talking to you, God you make me so damn hot!”

I had my toy lying beside me on the bed I reach for it, turn it on, and ease it between my pussy lips and against my clit. I was about to tell Dave what is going on when he spoke.

“Do you have anything large to shove in your cunt?