Seven and a half minutes into the sex she became theatrical.
It was a somewhat subtle shift, and since we had just met I wasn’t necessarily the best judge, but the second I started to doubt myself she made it even clearer.
“You’re so much bigger than my boyfriend,” she moaned looking right at me with a bit of a snarl. I nipped her chin and nose before thrusting back inside her, letting my curiosity build. Possibly it was something that simply turned her on, maybe a kink that made everything hotter, but I couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that she wasn’t actually talking to me.
“You like getting fucked like this?” I asked, deciding to play along as best I could. “You like my big cock filling you up?”
She moaned and groaned and pleaded yes over and over again as I leaned down once more to find a better angle. As I brushed her hair behind one ear before wrapping my hand gently around her throat, I saw it: her phone was just beneath the pillow and it was on. Someone named Mark was listening.
“Oh fuck, choke me harder. I want you to use me. Please, don’t stop,” she cried, and I gave in entirely. I didn’t care if it was a game any more.
“You are such a little slut,” I said, squeezing her tighter before slapping her just hard enough to elicit a cry.
“Again,” she begged. “Please hit me again. I’ve been such a whore.”
We grew rougher and harder as the minutes went by, and for a moment I thought the game was over. I was close to coming, she had already made epic noises indicating that she had, and our fury had reached a peak that would be hard to surpass. But then she touched my cheek and put a hand on one shoulder.
“Stop for a minute,” she whispered. “Here, let me take this off.”
She pulled the condom off me as I hovered above her rising chest, my cock hard between her legs. With one hand she rubbed me against the lips of her cunt and let out a sound somewhere between ecstasy and terror.
“Just for a second,” she pleaded. “I just want to feel your skin against mine. Just like that, just let me feel your bare cock against my cunt. It feels so much better.”
“You want it, don’t you?” I asked, teasing her as I opened her with fingers, my cock dangerously close. “You want me to fuck you just like this.”
“Oh god,” she sighed, her head turned on the pillow. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Just put it in for a second. Just a little. Please, don’t make me beg.”
“Like that?” I asked. “You want just some of it inside you?”
“Yes!” she cried as her moans turned to incoherent begging and pleading.
“If I don’t stop, I’m going to come soon,” I teased again, wondering how far it would go. How far she would go. Wondering what he wanted to hear, but suspecting I knew the answer at least as well as she did.
“I don’t care,” she finally said. “Please, just fuck me. Just like that. I want all of it inside me. Please, let me feel your bare cock.”
And then we were fucking again, skin against skin, as she cried into the hidden phone. She was impossibly wet around me and between her words and her clenching muscles the end was close.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned, pinning her down with my hands as I pistoned in and out of her.
“Inside me,” she begged. “Please, let me feel it inside me.”
There was no holding back as I thrust deeply within her, groaning out my own release, letting there be no doubt about what was happening. I called her names, teased her for begging, and came harder than I had in days.
She held me tightly, her legs wrapped around me as she sighed softly into my shoulder, her fingers between our bodies, gently rubbing her clit and her soaking wet cunt.
“That was perfect,” she said, reaching over and ending the call.
“Do you think he liked it?” I asked her, lying down against her sweaty body and kissing her once more.
“He’ll be hard for weeks,” she sighed, kissing me back and showing no signs of stopping.