31 Ejaculations: Nos. 1-3

No. 2

Me and Randy used to talk to each other about once a week. She was the receptionist at my accountant's office. Somewhere in Long Island. But I think she came from New Jersey. "Hey, how's it going?" "Great, how's it goin' with you?" I didn't have a clue what she looked like, but what a voice! Low, with a big smile. "Great, great. You know." "Yeah." "What'd you do this weekend?" "Nothing, you know, stayed in." "What about your boyfriend? I bet he came over." "Get outta here, I'll get Ron for you." This goes on for months. I'm always asking her about her boyfriend, after awhile she starts calling me her boyfriend, joking you know? I mean I'm married. It's not like we're gonna get together. I'm wondering what she looks like, ask my accountant. And he's like, "Oh, very cute. Very sweet. I thought you were married?" So that ends that conversation. So now I'm her boyfriend, and I keep flirting with her. "What are you wearing?" "This mohair sweater." "Yeah? And what's under that?" Like where do I get off asking her this shit? "And under that?" She's laughing like I'm the funniest guy she's ever met. It's all a joke. Next thing I know she's asking me what I'm wearing. Somehow she starts asking about my dick. And it's like, I can play this game, sure. We're just joking. So I start telling her how big my dick is and how hard it is and stuff. And we're laughing harder and harder. It's like the Howard Stern show on the phone. Obviously she's bored out of her brains in that office. And then it happened. Somehow I started asking her about her pussy and whether it was wet and then what I was gonna do to it and stuff and somehow we started fucking, right there on the phone. It was like the end of the day and each of us was all alone. Maybe we had been planning this all along. Who knows? But we did it. I came, that's for sure. And she sure sounded like she did. It was pretty amazing actually. Real "safe sex."

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