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your cock sucked?” I asked with a whorish grin.coysway eightThere was no answer for a moment, followed by a hypnotic groan.“I’m stroking my cock,” he stated bluntly. “I can feel your hot, wetlips engulfing my shaft. You can take it deep, right?”I lied. “Yes. Down to the back of my tonsils.” I unbuttoned andunzipped my jeans, fighting to slide my hand in.“Want your ass smacked?”Dirty. Oh, God he likes it dirty.“Yes,” I said. By now my silk thong was drenched. I quickly squeezedout of my shorts so I could freely frolic in my juicy playground. Mycum felt smooth against my clit as I indexed my bulb. I moved slightlyup and down against my chair, eyes closed, imagining a thick juicycock rubbing against the fleshy innards of my asshole.“Smack your ass for me,” he demanded. “Put the phone by your assso I can hear it.”So very dirty.I wanted to be his whore. I had never heard of such an original request.No other lover I had talked filthy to had asked this of me before. Hewent back to the dark haired, thick eyebrowed man I had envisionedearlier. This time I could see the details of his face. He had a scarstarting from the bottom of his chin, crossing diagonally down to themiddle of his neck. I imagined it was from a bar fight as I pictured myhunk in a black tasseled leather jacket.I giggled to myself, as I foolishly stood motionless to convince my newWrong Number lover that I was taking off my shorts. Then I loweredthe phone to my ass and clumsily smacked my left hand against mybuttock. The sound was too quite. I switched the phone into my left.Then I hit it again. A loud sharp smack stung my ass. I brought thephone up to my ear.“Hot,” he groaned. “Again.” I could hear him breathing slow andheavy. My mind raced with visions of my Wrong Number man ona black leather chair sitting vulnerably in the buff, stroking that rockof a nine inch beast, elbow manly pointed outward, shoulders poisedwith a slightly forward hunch.HOAR 158