Phone Sex Operators Aren't All Talk

Ten dates a week and thirty hours of phone fucking, there isn't much my pussy hasn't pussed. My boss says that Phone sex operators are all talk and I'm on a mission to prove her wrong.

I'm in my hotel room waiting for my date to show up while my phone sex husband dresses me in morning before work. Justin dresses me in my pale blue bra and matching silk panties before work.

Last night he got turned down for his promotion, so I go to his office and surprise him at lunch to cheer him up.

I crack his office door open and poke my head in and smile. He is quietly surprised as I tiptoe my way across the floor to tease him while he's on a call.

I sit on his desk dangling my heel off the end of my toe. I lean over to kiss him on the neck. where he sat mistakenly composed. composure when I tease him invites an unspoken challenge for me. I unzip his pants and do what I can to his cock to make him uncomfortable while he talks to clients.

He covers his mouthpiece in an effort to whisper me off but it was too late, I was already on my knees addressing the rest of his covered crotch.

He managed to end his phone call, escaping embarrassment and a nod of approval for what I was about to do. I put his whole cock in my mouth in an effort to swallow everything he had to give me. I suck him firmly and deeply with a waterfall of saliva when I hear a door behind me close very matter-of-factly.

Justin quickly stands to attention losing any hope of an erection. I'm still frozen with my back to the door too mortified to know.

I cringe as my limp husband squeaks "Mr. Crandall, sir! I'm so sorry."

"shut up, Kramer". " what's wrong with your cock that needs to be addressed at work? Is it falling off Kramer? " He sternly but quietly says.

As he moves his gaze to me there's a particular stare in his eye. He kept his gaze as Justin follows. now they're both staring at me. "what!? " I shouted as Justin's face grew gray and yellow.

Mr. Crandall doesn't even have a smile as he walks over to inspect me. With approval he looks at my fucked up Husband, then grabs my hand and pulls me to walk with him.

Justin is shaking his head to deny Mr. Crandall's silent request to trade me for his job. I stand their eyes wide open not doing anything and letting the men decide.

Finally, Mr. Crandall speaks up "Kramer, how bad do you want your job?"

"Mr. Crandall, please "my husband lets out. He needed his job bad so I started to signal to him I would do it.

Before I could give him reassurance, Mr. Crandall grabs my hips and plunges his cock to my pubic area, pressing so hard... so hard. I'm only 5'1" and he's about 6'3" and his cock is an overly healthy portion and he knew it

He spun me around and put his hand gently on the back of my neck guiding me down onto Justin's desk as Justin is in the corner just watching in shock.

Mr. Crandall has my head faced Justin so he can see the look on my face as I'm being fucked by his Boss.

Mr. Crandall took his foot and kicked out my leg from under me to pull my legs completely closed.

He smoothly runs the palm of his hand down my neck to my back as he whispers to aggression on random people but I can't tell what he saying.

He doesn't even pull his pants down. He unzipped his pants and pulls out his sizable "way too big for me" cock smacking it on my ass rhythmically. I look at my husband and I start to get scared.

As our eyes met I'm scared I can't hold back. It's too much, please please His cock gives me an instant orgasm. holy fuck! I've never felt anything like it! He moves his cock slowly in firmly in and out of my tight pink pussy going deeper each time.

Justin starts to pick up on my enjoyment and has a look of astonishment like he just saw something he didn't know existed. I just couldn't hold it. Each thrust I let out desperate howls of arousal with all-you-can-eat lust. He felt spectacular and Justin knew it. I was screaming to his boss to fuck me raw.

So he did the best he could in those five short minutes. he's railing me as my husband sits there and watches his wife, get railed on his own desk at work by his boss. He did nothing but stare he never even looked away the whole time.

Mr. Crandall blew his load deep in my pussy. I could feel it dripping down the walls of my insides.

He sat for a minute with both of his hands pressed on my back and inhaled some breath of relief and slowly pulls his drenched cock out, grabs a Starbucks napkin off of the desk, squeezes his cock inside of it, then tosses it toward the trashcan.

I come four times in five minutes and just lay There, not knowing how to react once he walks out that door. what will Justin think? What will Justin say? He's my husband, but this man has the cock that could take me away.

I lift myself up off the desk to straighten myself off. Mr. Crandall comes over to me before he walks out the door and says "get my address from your husband come to my house on Tuesday". I stare with confusion as he looks over to my husband and back at me and tells me to leave him at home. As he opened the door he says to Justin "if you know it's good for you you'll stay home".

Back on the phone side of things, Justin came heavily deeply and authentically. Thanking me for the call and ready to go to sleep. We disconnect the call and I step out of my fantasy world back to reality and I realize my date hasn't even gotten here yet. What a great day this is gonna be. I told that bitch phone sex operators aren't all talk.