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    322-291-0508: Okay. Take your panties off and put your fingers inside yourself. Tell
    me how it makes you feel.

    Celeste gave him no time to change his mind. She lifted her hips and skimmed her
    panties off her legs, throwing them to the floor next to the bed. She took a second to
    admire herself, legs splayed open, chest heaving, having the best sexual experience of
    her life. Her fingers drifted down her stomach as he had instructed until she found the
    most sensual part of her. She gasped and closed her eyes, torn between trying to
    imagine his fingers inside her and reveling in the naughtiness that was her fingers
    bringing this pleasure.

    Celeste Benning: I’m so soft and hot. And so wet my fingers are almost slipping
    out.
    322-291-0508: Thrust for me. Imagine that my fingers are the ones inside of you.
    Splitting you open to see the sweet pink inside of you.
    Celeste Benning: Please let me see you! You’ve seen so much of me tonight. I
    want to see you so I can imagine you inside of me.

    She arched into her thrusting fingers. Taking his directions and adding what she
    knew felt best to her. She was so close to the pinnacle but she couldn‟t quite make it
    there. She needed more stimulation. She needed to see him.
    Her busy hands paused as the chime went off on her phone. A quick glance at the
    screen showed that she had a picture message. Her breathing stuttered and the phone
    slipped out of her hand twice before she was able to get a good grip on it. She clicked
    on the picture icon and waited while it loaded.
    The picture was mostly in shadow. Her mystery man apparently didn‟t have
    candles to light his bedroom. There was a soft-looking navy bedspread under his
    spread thighs but that was not even close to the top of the list of what caught her
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    attention. His cock dominated the center of the screen. Thick and straight, it thrust
    proudly upward, the tip glistening with moisture. Moisture caused by her. Just the sight
    of him was causing her pussy to clench tighter on her fingers, making her realize how
    poor a substitute they were for his thick cock. Celeste swallowed hard and tried to think
    what to say in response to such an awesome sight.

    Celeste Benning: Maybe I will call you Sir after all. Please, baby, I want it so bad. I
    need you inside of me. Help me come! Please!
    322-291-0508: Bend your legs, sweetheart.

    Celeste pulled her legs up and concentrated on tunneling her fingers in and out of
    her hot pussy. Her orgasm was eluding her though. She couldn‟t seem to get enough
    force, or traction, or heat, or something and she felt like she would burst out of her skin if
    she didn‟t get it soon.

    322-291-0508: Faster, sweet Celeste. Ride me!
    Celeste Benning: Yes! I’m so close!

    Celeste‟s hands were slippery and her breathing was fractured as she strained. She
    wanted to hear the sound of his voice urging her on. She wanted him to hear her when
    she reached her release. But mostly she wanted to come.

    322-291-0508: Wet your fingers in your mouth, then bring your other hand down to
    stroke your clit. Faster, sweetheart! Come for me!

    Celeste imagined she could hear his voice as she added her other hand, strumming
    her clit. The sensations were building inside her and her clit was so sensitive her soft
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    strokes almost hurt. Only a few more touches and she was there. Her back arched and
    she pushed her clit into her fingers. She cried out as she crested the wave of sensation
    then was thrown back into the storm. After her orgasm she lay panting on the bed,
    lightning bolts of electricity running through her spent body. The familiar chime
    sounded again.

    322-291-0508: Feel good, baby?
    Celeste Benning: Very good. Amazing, in fact. How about you?

    Now that the frenzy was over, she was starting to feel bad. The pleasure had been
    so one-sided. Him giving and her taking. She wanted to spend some time giving to him.
    If