Masturbation Phone Sex- Heather Enjoys Her Alone Time Part 2

 Now, I could see the hard points of my nipples through the cotton material and mercilessly teased myself even further with a quick tweak to each one. Tingles like lightning fired between them and my screaming clit. Of course, I was still softly circling between fingering the wet fabric covering my pussy. I hadn’t noticed if anyone had walked by the uncovered window yet. The wall clock ticked in the silence; I used the sound as the soundtrack of my self-pleasure. To be honest, I wanted more, needed more than what masturbation phone sex could give. Carefully, I peeled the lace from my hot, excited pussy with my increasingly sticky fingertips to savor every glorious sensation. My mini-massage had caused the lace to press even more tightly than usual into my smooth pussy, with an exhilarating ripple of pleasure every time another inch of fabric detached from my parted lips.

Pulling it to the side, my desire for satisfaction had killed my patience. I scooped the wetness pooled at my opening and used it to lubricate my internal exploration, now uncovered by lace. I felt so hot, so slippery, so tight and intimate. The heel of my palm rubbed joyously against my urgently needy clit. Causing a ripple of orgasmic sensations back through my body. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I forced myself to pay no attention to if anyone was walking past, hoped for the best, and let my private fantasies flow through my imagination raw and unfiltered. 

Seriously, I needed this masturbating session more than I initially realized.

The most shocking thoughts from the darkest parts of my mind are attributed to some of my kinkiest phone sex calls and perversions. Filthy, disgusting thoughts. Outrageous images, humiliations and power and control, abuse and degradation, and all the things that must never be. I abandoned my saturated, finger-fucked pussy and used my liquid arousal to attend to my impatient clit. This is where it was going to erupt from. This is where my orgasm would be brought to life. It wasn’t going to take too much longer. My index and middle finger quickly slipped over my erect, exposed, and straining clit. Faster and faster, I moved my fingertips lightly over my slicked clit. My slippery hot pussy juice formed the perfect lube.

Simultaneously, my other hand squeezed my nipples here and there to add an extra layer of stimulation. Over the top of my clit, then to the side. Dipping my fingers down again into my hot, tight entrance, gathering more of the warm lubricant. Returning to flick my fingertips over my nerve-ending central once more. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Forgetting everything else but the last few fantasies dirtying up my mind and the sensation of my fingertips slipping with incredible speed over my slick clitoris, I gave myself over to my orgasm. Obviously, I still didn’t cry out too loud. I guess I’m too well-trained by house-sharing now. But I did cause a wet patch on the sofa, which later proved difficult to explain, especially when coupled with such a smug, self-satisfied smile.

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