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His voice is pure liquid sex.
"Joel, please. You…you're at work."
"I'm taking a break and out in my jeep. Nobody is gonna overhear anything. C’mon and tell me what a dirty boy you’ve been without me."
I struggle to play along. All the shame that I was fucking out of myself before comes rushing back now. "You can't - please, Joel."
I protest, but I don't stop it. I can't. I want it too badly to do anything more than put up a few feeble protests in the spirit of decency.
I put Joel on speaker phone and put it down so I have my hands free. With one reaching behind me and the other fisting the sheets, I slowly begin to ease myself back onto the toy’s intimidating length.
"I ain't doing anything, sweetheart. I'm just gonna talk to you while you finish up. Tell me exactly what you're doing to yourself," Joel cajoles. It's so easy to give into him.
"I-I have the toy out," I admit. “The new one. And the other one.”
"You in the bathroom?" he asks. "I know how much you like keepin' things nice and clean."
"No," I answer with a gulp of air. "I'm in bed…our bed."
I bite my lip as I glance over toward Joel's side. If I pressed my nose into his pillow, I'd be able to smell him. He feels so close. Even if he's not in the room with me right now.
"Not just a dirty boy, but a filthy one. My good, filthy boy."
Joel's voice is warm and sharp. Like a slice of sunshine splitting through the clouds after a storm. My heart practically leaps into my throat and my blood is still rushing south. My balls ache with need while the cock throbs with want.
"I had my sleep mask on while I was…using the toys." My voice is quiet. Practically a whisper. Though that's not quite accurate, is it? I was letting them use me.
"Like you're blindfolded?" Joel chuckles. "Kinky. Put it back on and let’s get you fucked.”
Even if he can't see me, I nod my head. In the face of so much shame and uncertainty, it feels comforting to just do whatever Joel tells me to do.
I slip the sleep mask back over my eyes and flick the on switch. The toy buzzes back to life again, resuming its frantic thrusts.
"Shit, that's loud," Joel comments.
"I know," I moan over it.
“You jerking off while its inside you?” he asks.
I let out a breathy, resistant moan. "I don't want to touch myself."
"Too bad. Do it anyway." Joel's voice is a dark purr. The satisfaction of a cat who not only stole the cream but hunted down the cow who made it.
With the blindfold back on, I go back to fucking myself. On my hands and knees, biting down on my lip while Joel talks dirty to me.
I lose myself in pleasure. Utterly shameless. Wonderfully slutty.
As the toys fucks in and out of me, I reach down and take myself in hand. I tug on my cock, moaning and whimpering.
“Need it real bad, don’t you? So bad you had to double-up. Hot as hell, Julian. One in your ass and one in your mouth. Stuffed full. Were you thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I cry out, rocking back and forth, “I was…I was pretending I was sucking you off while someone else fucked me.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. A stranger…maybe lots of different strangers.”
“I bet. Like all those anonymous hook-ups you used to do. Such a slut,” Joel says. But he says it so warmly and with so much fondness in his voice. “My slut,” he purrs, “and my husband. All mine. There you go, love. Touch yourself while you’re getting fucked. I want to hear you come."
