True Sex Stories: Phone Sex For Breakfast

I started rubbing myself slowly with my right. I was so wet and horny already I could have come in seconds. Instead I avoided my clit, rubbing my fingers inside my slit and over my swollen lips.

"Mmm good morning," I whispered into the phone. "Your timing couldn't be better."

"Yea? How's that?" Amor responded.

"Because I was just dreaming about you and I'm really horny."

We'd been long distance for about 3 months and we still hadn't figured out the whole phone/cam sex thing. My internet connection is pretty bad so the picture is always freezing and it just doesn't feel personal enough on the phone. Plus, it's nice to have two hands free when I'm playing with myself: rubbing my clit with one while putting a finger or two from the other inside me or squeezing my nipples. But, I was horny and he had called and I wasn't going to let a little thing like distance keep me from enjoying a nice orgasm with my boyfriend.

So, holding the phone with my left hand I started rubbing myself slowly with my right. I was so wet and horny already I could have come in seconds. Instead I avoided my clit, rubbing my fingers inside my slit and over my swollen lips. I wanted Amor to know how horny I was, how badly I wanted to suck his cock and (most of all) I wanted to turn him on and make him cum – even if it was hundreds of miles away. Good thing for me he's always in the mood. He asked me to tell him about my dream and I retold it with as much detail as I could remember.

"It makes me so wet thinking about sucking your cock in public with that little toy buzzing secretly inside me." I told him when I was done with my story. It took at least 15 minutes and I was fingering myself the whole time, holding off my orgasm. "I wish I could make you cum right now." I added breathlessly as I imagined again the feel of his cum on my face. Still half asleep and dazed from the prolonged arousal, I couldn't think of a way we could make that happen with him so far away. Then he asked the obvious:

"Do you want me to cum for you over the phone?"

Oh God! Just hearing him suggest it made almost tipped me over the edge. I couldn't resist bringing my other hand down to my clit as I responded in a whisper "Oh please, please let me make you cum!" I thought he wanted me to talk to him, to hear the arousal in my voice as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm and the gasps that meant I was cumming. But he had something much hotter in mind.

"Do you remember that video I made of us last time you were here?" Do I remember? It was only one of the hottest things we've ever done. He was riding me from behind on his bed, gripping my hair for support and giving me an occasional slap on the ass when he leaned over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Just when I was starting to wonder what he was doing he let me turn around to see him recording a clip. We didn't do anything fancy with it, I think the whole clip is shorter than 10 minutes but it was the first time I'd made a sex tape (definitely not the last) and it was incredibly hot. I think about it all the time when I'm laying alone in my bed touching myself because he's not here to fuck me.

"I want to watch you while I'm getting myself off. I want you to hear how hungry you were for my cock. And, I want you to cum for me again this morning thinking about my cock inside you." I all could manage for a replay was "Mmmmmm." I grabbed our toy bag and pulled out two vibes. I wanted to enjoy this to the fullest. I inserted a large purple on and turned it on the the highest setting, the other I held to my clit. With my other hand I went back to squeezing my breasts and nipples.

I few seconds later he had the file playing on his computer and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. I recognized his voice better than my own and the sounds of his desire, both on the tape and on the phone were making me light headed with lust. Keeping the phone squeezed between my head and shoulder, I took the hand that was inside me and started furiously rubbing my clit while the other hand shot to my nipple and I started rubbing, squeezing, and pulling on each in turn as I listened to the tape. Then Amor, obviously close to cumming himself, started describing to me what he was watching:

"I can see my cock pushing in and out of your pussy. You're so wet…that's so hot." Mmmm I wish he could see how wet I was right now. "Now I stopped and you're so frustrated, you're moving your hips and begging me to keep going." I could hear my voice through the phone. I could hear him moaning in pleasure but I wasn't sure whether it was really him or the video. I started to lose control. I was breathing hard now, ready to cum. I heard a smack. Then another. Then my voice again begging for more. I love it when he smacks my ass and I loved it even more when he filmed it. I could barely hold the phone anymore, all I could think about was cumming. The sounds of the video and Amor's lustful breathing drowned out all other thoughts. Suddenly I heard him sigh and moan and I knew he was cumming. Seconds later I heard him cum on the video. As I imagined his cock squirting hot cum into my we pussy I let the vibes push me over the edge. I came and came for an eternity. My orgasm was so intense I forgot where I was, all I knew was that I was cumming hard. I've never been able to make myself feel like that alone. I didn't think it was possible without a cock inside me. As my orgasm subsided and I began to catch my breath I whispered:

"That was the best breakfast I've ever had."

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