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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do not reprint
on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc without asking me
first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but let's just be polite about it,
okay?

   You can write to me at shonrichards@yahoo.com.  I am easily approachable
and delighted to hear your comments.

   Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/ as well
as read my more current work.

   Cell Phone Slave Part 10 By Shon Richards



   For the second day in a row, Amaya spent her time getting ready for sex.
The déjà vu was hard to shake as she showered, fixed her hair and chose her
clothes.  Again, she kept her meals light.  She couldn't help remembering
that when she'd done this yesterday, she had expected wonderful sex. 
Instead, she had sucked off three guys in a dirty restroom.  Amaya wondered
if tonight would be just as surprising.

   At least, Amaya would be the one unleashing the surprise.  Chris thought
tonight was just another date, but Wesley had asked her to fuck him.  It
wasn't part of the game, but it was something Wesley had asked.  At this
point, Amaya wasn't sure if she could refuse him anything.  God, the things
she had done already!  At least fucking Chris was something she wanted to
do.  In this case, Wesley was just giving her permission to do something
she was craving anyway.

   When she wasn't getting ready for her date physically, Amaya was
preparing herself mentally.  This was only their second date.  How would
Chris react?  Would he think she was a slut?  Would he be like her old
boyfriend and jump her at the first invitation?  Amaya was deeply confused
about which she preferred.  If he was offended, then how would he react if
he ever found out about the things she did for Wesley?  But if he hopped
right into bed with her, would that mean that's all he wanted from her? 
Did he just think she was hot?  Amaya found Chris sexy, too, but as the day
wore on, she realized that she liked him because he wasn't as overt as
Wesley and his demands.  In her mind, Chris was the saner choice between
the two men, and when Wesley went too far and asked for something Amaya
couldn't give, she liked to think Chris would be there to have a normal
relationship with.  That might not be fair to Chris, but Amaya knew by now
that she wasn't strong enough to quit Wesley's games.

   Of course, all of this speculation would be moot if Chris really were
Wesley.  Yesterday, when she'd asked for time for her date, Amaya had felt
a chilling certainty that Wesley wasn't Chris -- and that he was pissed at
her dating.  Today, she was less sure.  Since Chris was an acting student,
it could have just been part of the act.  In fact, if Chris were Wesley,
this was a great way to get her to sleep with him without coming across as
too forward.  The more Amaya thought about it, the more she liked the idea:
It would combine her two favorite men into a situation she could relish.

   The idea of being fucked by Wesley/Chris dominated her thoughts and
pushed out her insecurities.  She thought about it while she sat in
classes, oblivious to what her professors were saying.  Sex would be rough;
that was a given.  A man who insisted on cages and paddles wouldn't be
gentle.  He would spank her.  He would pinch her nipples as cruelly as that
evil tack bra had.  Would he tie her up?  Of course he would.  He would
keep her immobile while he fucked deep inside her.  Every action would test
her endurance.  Every moment would make her question her judgment, and her
body would betray her caution by being so terribly turned on.

   Amaya cleaned her room the hour before her date.  It wasn't till then
that she realized that she hadn't thought about where she would fuck Chris.
The room was tidy already, but Amaya's perfectionism wouldn't let it be. 
She swept, she made up her bed again, and she even gave the windows a good
wiping.  Amaya wondered if she should run down to the store and get some
candles, but she decided not to.  Somehow, neither Chris nor Wesley seemed
like the candle type.

   At ten to six, there was a knock at the door.  Amaya jumped and tried to
stay calm.  She peeked out the door and was surprised to see Chris standing
in the hallway.  She had been expecting him to pick her up outside the dorm
like he had last time.  Why would he come to her room?

   Amaya smiled.  He came up because he knows.

   "Hi," she said as she opened the door.  Chris started to respond, then
paused as he got a good look at her.  Amaya was pleased that she had
rendered him speechless.  It didn't feel right to wear yesterday's outfit,
so she had chosen something fresh --a red dress with a very revealing
neckline and quite a bit of leg exposed.  Yesterday, she'd lacked the
confidence to wear something so revealing, but today, she had little doubts
of her beauty.  Today, Amaya was going all out.

   "Wow, you look great," Chris said.

   "Thanks." On a whim, she added, "Would you like to come in?"

   Chris beamed his wonderful smile.  "Yes, I would."

   Amaya moved aside to let him come in.  As he walked by, she smelled his
cologne and breathed deeply.  She wondered briefly what his cock smelled
like.  The lewdness of the thought shocked her, but she had little time to
recover.  Chris was giving her a box of chocolates.

   "I got these for you," he said.

   "Thank you," Amaya said.  She was tempted to open the box and see if it
held one of Wesley's envelopes, but she restrained herself.  The box was
quite large, and Amaya saw that it was an expensive brand.  Wow, just like
a normal date.

   "Nice room," Chris said.  He stood next to Helen's old bed and looked
around.  Amaya watched him and wondered how in the world she was going to
initiate sex.  It was fine to fantasize, masturbate and daydream about
fucking a guy, but it was another thing to actually start it.

   Fuck it.  She had crawled naked into a cage on the top of the building.
She had put on a bra full of tacks.  She had masturbated in front of a
camera and stripped next to that very window.  Now was not the time to get
cold feet.

   Amaya walked right up to Chris and reached for his head.  His expression
was one of surprise, but he said nothing as she pulled his face down for a
kiss.  She kissed him hard, perhaps too hard, but she couldn't help it. 
She needed to feel some sort of approval other than a warm chuckle on the
phone.  Her lips pressed against him and her tongue opened his mouth as she
sought that approval from Chris.

   His lips and his tongue approved.  So did his hands as they slipped down
her back and cupped her ass.  They squeezed her ass gently, and Amaya
moaned at his touch.  She couldn't stand to let her dress be in the way, so
she hiked her skirt up and placed Chris's hand right on her ass.  The thong
let him feel every curve of her buttock.

   The kiss lasted until Amaya was out of breath.  She pushed Chris away to
gasp and was pleased to see that he was gasping, too.  He wasn't stopping,
though.  He kissed down her neck and nibbled his way down her chest until
his mouth was on her exposed cleavage.  Amaya moaned and wrapped her
fingers in his short hair.  Oh, God, this was exactly what she had been
dreaming of, and it took only a kiss to start!

   Chris nibbled gently as he kissed along the neckline of her dress.  His
hands kept squeezing her ass, and Amaya wondered when he was going to spank
it.  She could imagine his broad hands slapping her cheeks while his mouth
kept kissing.  Instead, they just kept teasing her by staying where they
were.  The potential was maddening, and Amaya squirmed as she pressed back
into those strong hands.

   Chris's mouth hesitated on her breast, just inches away from where her
hard nipple was poking against the dress.  She hadn't needed a bra with
this dress, so all it would take would be a simple pulling of cloth to
expose her nipple to his tongue.  Chris didn't do it.  He just stayed where
he was, nibbling and sucking on her skin till she was about to go nuts.

   Amaya couldn't hold back.  She pulled her top down so that her breast
popped out of her dress.  She barely had time to realize how brazen she was
being before Chris banished any such self-analysis with his mouth.  His
lips encircled her sensitive nipple while his tongue flicked over it
rapidly.  The sensation was overwhelming, and Amaya relished each lick of
the tongue.

   "Yes," she growled.  Chris paused but then resumed his licking.  A few
moments later, he was pulling at her dress to get to her other breast. 
Amaya hissed through her teeth as he sucked hard on the new tit.  His teeth
grazed her nipple before his tongue lavished her nipple with lengthy licks.
She pressed her chest against him, wanting to get his mouth as far as
possible around her large tits.  She wanted to be consumed, and judging
from his enthusiasm, Chris had no problem trying.

   After a deliciously long time of nipple sucking, Chris had to stop for
air.  Amaya smiled and knew exactly what she wanted to do next.  She placed
her hands on the bulge that was pressing against his tight pants and ran
her zingers along his zipper.  Chris groaned with pleasure until she
unbuttoned him and started to unzip him.

   "No, no, wait," Chris said.

   A moment of panic seized her.  Had she done something wrong?  Was she
supposed to let him take the lead now?  A thousand doubts filled her mind,
and tears formed in her eyes when he got up and walked away.

   "Just want to pull these shades down," Chris said.  Relief replaced her
doubt as he did just that.  Amaya realized she was tightly wound and tried
hard to blink back those tears.  Wow, she had it bad.  She reminded herself
that the hard part was over; all she had to do now was fuck this handsome
guy and enjoy herself.

   Chris returned to her once the shades were down.  Amaya stayed on her
knees and reached out for his pants again.  She unzipped him and pulled his
pants down to reveal tight white briefs.  His bulge strained against the
material until Amaya pulled his underwear down.  She smiled as his cock
flopped out, and she took a moment to admire it.  It was a decent size, and
thinking back to the restroom yesterday, Amaya felt it could have been the
first cock she saw.

   Amaya took his cock into her mouth, relishing being able to take him
down all the way down to his balls.  She gently touched them while her
mouth encased his cock.  Chris groaned loudly and his hands went to her
shoulders.  Amaya hoped he would clamp his hands down on her shoulders and
fuck her mouth, but instead, they just used her shoulders for support. 
That was OK; Amaya could fuck her own mouth for him.  She bobbed back and
forth on his cock with delight.  Her jaw was still tender from yesterday,
but she pushed through the pain.  She'd sucked three men yesterday; she
could suck just one today.

   His cock smelled great.  Sweaty.  Masculine.  It smelled like something
that was meant to be sucked by an adoring mouth.

   Amaya lost herself in sucking him.  Every groan he made was like a
caress of her libido.  She wanted to reach down and stroke herself but she
held off.  She wanted to wait.  She wanted to hold off her own pleasure
until Chris forced it from her.  No matter how much she loved filling her
mouth with his cock, she kept her hands on his balls and away from her very
wet pussy.

   "OK, stop," Chris groaned, and Amaya did so instantly.  "Get on the
bed," he said next, and Amaya squeezed her thighs together tightly. 
Finally!  He was giving her commands!

   She rose from her knees and climbed onto her bed.  He didn't tell her to
strip or remove her panties, so she didn't.  Chris pushed her gently to lie
down on her bed, and she did so.  Then he lifted her dress until her bright
red thong was exposed.  Amaya watched Chris's face as he pulled her thong
off and looked at her sex.  She watched for any signs of dislike or
disapproval, but Chris showed none.  When he dipped down and placed his
mouth on her sex, Amaya let go of any more worries and surrendered to the
pleasure.

   How long had it been since she'd had her pussy licked?  Too long, Amaya
decided.  Chris treated her pussy so very gently, paying attention to every
fold of her skin and every drop of her moisture.  He lapped her sex, and it
felt wonderful.  He buried his mouth in her pubic bush, and Amaya gripped
her sheets as a spasm of pleasure shot through her.  This was nothing like
her ex-boyfriend's attempts at oral sex.  There was no hesitation or
half-hearted eating.  This was full mouth-on-sex contact, and Amaya
couldn't keep her hips from bucking in joy.

   Chris rode with her hips, never complaining as Amaya clenched, shivered
or pushed her hips up.  In the back of her mind, she was a little
disappointed.  She wanted him to clamp down on her hips with his hands and
keep her pinned while he relentlessly ravished her.  Instead, he moved with
her, keeping his mouth on her no matter where she moved.  It almost felt
like he was trying too hard to please her as opposed to eating her for his
own enjoyment.

   When it came to her clitoris, though, Chris was merciless.  He attacked
her clit with his tongue.  Amaya turned her head and bit down on her pillow
as he slapped her sensitive nub over and over and over again.  It was too
intense, and Amaya whimpered happily at the way he pushed her farther than
she thought she could endure.

   "Like it?" Chris asked.

   Amaya couldn't answer.  She could only gasp and nod her head.  When he
went back down, she braced herself for another assault on her clit, but he
kissed her thighs instead.  Chris kissed her thighs and flirted briefly
with a few licks of his tongue on her pussy lips, but he didn't resume his
oral ravishing of her.  Amaya clenched her sheets and waited; she was at
his mercy and would wait forever for him to eat her again.

   Her clenching was in vain.  Chris kissed up her body, and his mouth
returned to her sensitive nipples.  She nearly growled in frustration.  If
this was part of the teasing, then so be it.  No matter how badly she
wanted that mouth back between her thighs, she would submit and be happy
with him sucking her tits again.

   Chris was rougher with her breasts this time, and that was some
consolation.  Her skin was still a little sore from the tacks, but that
soreness was just extra spice on top of the rough way he squeezed and
nibbled her tits.  He never bit down too hard, though; his teeth just
pricked and subtly grazed her full breasts.  Amaya squirmed and shut her
eyes, praying that Chris would take a vicious bite that would prove how
much she could endure.  He never did.

   He was on top of her, though, and that Amaya relished.  Yesterday's
restroom-stall walls had reminded her of how long it had been since she'd
really felt human contact.  She loved the weight of his body on top of
hers. It pressed her down and pinned her to her bed.  His cock throbbed
against her thigh, just inches away from her pussy.  Amaya thrust her hips
against him, her body asking him to fill her because she didn't dare voice
her own desires.  To her frustration and delight, he ignored what her body
was saying and just kept sucking and kissing her breasts.  There was so
much to suckle that Amaya feared he would never finish and fuck her.

   Without a word, Chris stopped and rolled off of her.  Amaya opened her
eyes and watched him.  She kept perfectly still, just as she had the night
someone came to her room to spank her.  For some reason, she didn't feel
the need to even ask what he was doing.  He knew she wanted him, and she
had faith that he was going to fuck her tonight.

   "I forgot my condom," Chris said.  His face colored as he blushed, and
Amaya smiled.  He was actually embarrassed to be getting a condom!  Amaya
smiled, but she was a bit embarrassed herself.  She had totally forgotten
about condoms, and what about yesterday when she'd swallowed three
strangers' cum?  She chided herself for being irresponsible, but she didn't
let it spoil the moment.  Chris was being smart, and all Amaya could do was
learn from it.

   The sight of him putting on the condom was quite erotic.  He tore open
the package and rolled it over his cock.  When her ex-boyfriend had made
her roll the condom on, She'd hated how slippery it was in her hands and
how difficult it was to put on.  It was different watching Chris do it.  It
was like he was decorating his cock for her, adorning it with a silver
sheen for her appreciation.

   Chris smiled as he walked back to her, and Amaya returned his smile by
parting her legs.  He leered briefly before regaining his composure and
returning to a friendly smile.  Amaya didn't care.  She liked the leer.  It
reflected what she felt between her thighs.

   He crawled between her thighs and slid easily into her wet sex.  Now she
did cry out.  His girth filled her, and she clenched down hard on what he
gave her.  Finally!  She had warm flesh inside her and not that wonderful
but cold vibrator.  Chris looked down on her and kissed her briefly.

   Then he fucked her.  Slow, steady thrusts pushed into her pussy.  Amaya
wrapped her legs around him and rode his hips.  His hands were on either
side of her, and Amaya toyed with the idea of placing them on her tits. 
No, that was his choice to make.  She contented herself with wrapping her
arms around his back, feeling the muscles move as he fucked her.

   Chris grunted as he fucked her, soft little sounds that were almost
cute. Amaya watched his face, looking for what she wasn't sure.  His eyes
were closed and his mouth was open with pleasure.  Amaya was delighted to
have him inside her, but she wondered if she was there inside his head. 
She said nothing, content to be used as a grip for his cock if that's all
he wanted.

   "Roll over," he commanded.  Amaya clenched in response.  He had given
her an order!  Shivers ran through her body as his words washed over her.

   "Please," Chris said with a smile as he pulled out.

   Please?  Amaya felt her stomach sink.  Please?  Did Wesley ever say
please?  It just seemed so wrong.  Didn't Chris realize how badly she
wanted to be told what to do?  How badly she wanted to surrender control?

   Please?

   Amaya did as he asked.  She tossed off her dress before rolling over to
her stomach and then rising to her hands and knees.  She had guessed
correctly.  Chris pushed the tip of his cock against her slit and pushed
right in.  Her pussy took him in while her mind debated who he really was.
She moaned when he filled her, and she clenched despite the confusion of
her emotions.

   Chris held her hips tightly as he pounded her.  Amaya thrust back into
him, meeting him with each fuck.  She felt him smack against her buttocks,
and the sound made her think of the spanking she'd been given in this very
room.  Images flooded her mind while his cock invaded her pussy. 
Expectations turned into tests as she imagined one act after another that
would prove that Chris was her lover on the phone.

   "Grab my hair," she whispered under her breath.  She wanted him to grab
it and pull her head back as he rode her.  If he did that, it would mean
Chris was Wesley.

   He didn't.

   "Slap my ass," she whispered.  If only he would spank her with his open
hand and make her buttocks sting.  Make her scream from the pain.  If he
did that, it would mean Chris was Wesley.

   He didn't.

   "Make me ask to cum," Amaya whispered.  Why didn't he make her ask for
her own pleasure out loud and then grant it to her?  Insist that she hold
off until he was good and ready?  If he did that, it would mean Chris was
Wesley.

   He didn't.

   Perversely, she no longer was willing to be submissive.  If anything,
she wanted to test how far she could push Chris.  The more she thought
about it, the more she needed to know: Would he surrender to her?

   "Lie down," Amaya said as she crawled away from him.  His cock popped
out of her, and she didn't mourn its loss.

   Chris laid on the bed with a satisfied grin.  Amaya crawled over him and
took a firm hold of his cock.  He moaned and gripped the same sheets she
had clenched when he first entered her.  How could she have ever thought he
was Wesley?  Or was this the greatest acting job in the world?

   She mounted him, filling her sex with him once more.  Instead of being
self-conscious about her weight, Amaya dropped her full weight onto his
hips.  She ground into him and clenched her thighs around his hips.  Chris
moaned as her hips moved back and forth, pinning him and fucking him so
terribly slowly.

   He reached up to grab her breasts, but Amaya intercepted his hands with
her own.  She folded his hands on his belly and held them there as she
continued to ride him.  Chris moaned but he didn't argue.  He watched her
as she fucked him, and his face was full of adoration.

   She couldn't bring herself to return it.  Chris was supposed to be her
backup lover, the simple, normal guy she could turn to.  Now, he was
getting off on being told what to do!  He was thrusting harder, enjoying
the dominance Amaya craved for herself.  It was so unfair!  Amaya ground
harder, fucking him with a vengeance, shifting and twisting her hips
without any regard for what his poor cock could handle.

   "Oh, God!" Chris cried out as he climaxed.  He shook all over as Amaya
continued to ride him.  She gave him no time to enjoy his orgasm but fucked
him even faster.  It was only when he started to curl up and tried to slide
out of her that she let him go.  Amaya fell to the side and watched as
Chris's chest rose up and down rapidly.

   "Oh, God," he repeated.  "Did you cum, too?"

   "Yes," she lied.

   "Oh, God," Chris said again.  "Wow, I could really go for dinner now!"

   He laughed, and Amaya faked a laugh with him.  A cold pit developed in
her stomach at the idea of eating with him though.  How could she have gone
from liking him so much to how she felt now so quickly?  He disappointed
her, and she hated him for not even noticing.

   "No food for me, thanks," Amaya said.  Chris looked genuinely hurt, so
she added: "I'm really tired and knew I couldn't last through a whole
dinner somewhere.  That's why I, umm, jumped the gun here."

   Chris laughed.  "Jump the gun any time you want, Amaya."

   She smiled and nodded.  "I don't mean to throw you out, but I'm really
exhausted, and the sex wore me out."

   "Oh, no, of course," Chris said.  He moaned as he sat up.  She watched
impatiently as he grabbed his pants and slipped his shoes back on.  She
rose from her bed and threw her dress back on.  Chris pulled off his condom
and looked helpless.  Amaya told him to use her trash can and not to worry
about it.

   At the door, he turned to kiss her.  "I didn't, you know, plan to do
this," he said.

   "I know," she said in what she thought was a helpful way.

   It must have worked, because he smiled and kissed her again before
leaving.

   Amaya sat down.  What the fuck was that?  She tried to piece it
together, tried to retrace her steps and understand what had just happened,
but it was beyond her.  Her emotions were in such a state of flux that she
didn't know how she felt anymore.

   The cell phone rang.  Amaya swallowed and picked it up gingerly.  He'd
said she had the day off; was he changing his mind?

   "Hello, Amaya.  That didn't go as you expected, did it?"

   "No," she said.  "Wait, how did you know that?"

   Wesley sighed.  "Because I know you, Amaya.  You would never be content
just to have sex with someone.  You want to be used; you want to be hurt,
because that proves you are not in control.  A horny college kid can't do
those things without being told to, and even then he'd just be doing it for
you.  You don't want a boyfriend, Amaya.  You want to be owned."

   She wanted to deny him, but there was no way she could argue.  Chris had
left her feeling unfulfilled.  She had spent the day fantasizing about
Chris but when he was here she wished he were Wesley.  Wesley had a bigger
grip on her heart than she realized.

   "What are you suggesting?" she asked.

   "I'm suggesting that you might be the woman I've been looking for, and I
want to upgrade our little game."

   "Upgrade?" she said.

   "I am doing away with the one-hour rule.  From now on, when I call you,
you'll obey me until the task is completed.  You will still be paid, but
the games will become more involved.  Is that agreeable to you, or would
you like to quit now?"

   "Yes," she responded quietly.

   "Excellent," Wesley said.  "Go to your window and peek out through the
shades.  Look directly across from you, and then look a floor down and two
windows to your right."

   She did as he asked.  She recognized the room right away: It was the
same room where a group of guys had watched her when she posed topless by
her window.  There was a large group of guys there, and they were in a
boisterous mood.  It took her a minute to realize that Chris was one of
them.

   "Oh, my God," she whispered.  He was shaking hands and getting slapped
on the back as though he had just won a prize.  Amaya's stomach sank as she
realized what that prize must have been!

   "I looked him up in the school computer when you gave me his name,"
Wesley said.  "When I discovered that he lived across from you in the same
building, I did a little more research.  Apparently, he saw you at your
window and decided you were easy.  My sources tell me that he also saw you
the other day when you wore your punishment bra.  I don't know what his
feelings for you are, but I do know he approached you because of your body
and your willingness to show it off."

   "Asshole," she said, and she wasn't sure if she meant Wesley or Chris.
It did explain a lot about Chris.  It explained more than she wanted to
think about.  The worst part was that he wanted to use her for sex, but he
was so bad at it.

   And what did that say about Wesley?  He'd known about Chris but waited
till after she fucked the liar to tell her?  How could he let her do that?
Perhaps he enjoyed being mentally cruel?  Perhaps he'd wanted her to fuck
Chris so she could get over him and then tell her the truth to finish off
any lingering feelings?  Either way, she just felt hurt right now.

   "You didn't orgasm, did you?"

   "No," she said.  Despite her hurt feelings, she felt herself get wet at
that simple question.

   "Get the paddle I sent you, and bend over your bed, ass out."

   The suddenness of his command shocked her, but Amaya felt her cheeks
flush and her heart race.  Yes, this was much easier.  Easier to obey and
get fucked than think about the manipulations of men.  She scrambled for
her purse and fished out the paddle.  Yanking her dress back off, she got
into position exactly as Wesley had commanded.

   "This is not a game, Amaya.  This is just something you need, and today,
I am willing to give it to you.  Understand?"

   "Yes!" she said, and there was a tremble to her voice.

   "Then spank yourself six times, hard."

   The angle was awkward, but she did it.  She slapped her ass with the
paddle while holding the phone in the crook of her neck.  Despite the bad
angle, Amaya managed to hit her ass pretty hard, and she was proud of the
loud whacks.

   "Harder than that, Amaya," Wesley said, and his tone was harsh.  "Six
more."

   She did them, biting her lip as her ass burned.

   "Six more, harder!"

   She obeyed.

   "Now, five as fast as you can."

   Her ass burned, but she obeyed.  The rapid blows were worse than the
hard hits.  She tried to spread the paddle hits around her ass, but it was
hard to do, bent over as she was.  The heat just continued to build and
build on her sensitive skin.

   "Faster than that, girl.  Five more!"

   She did them faster.

   "Five more, faster!"

   She cried out as she spanked her own ass faster.

   "Tell me you want to climax," Wesley commanded.

   "Yes!  I want to climax!"

   "Five more hits, hard this time."

   Amaya hit her ass as hard as she whimpered from each hit.

   "Do you want to climax?" Wesley asked.

   "Yes, please!"

   "Five more hits, fast as you can."

   She obeyed, and despite the pain, it felt good to obey.

   "Tell me you want to climax."

   "Please, please, please let me cum!" Amaya begged.

   "Stay bent over, and finger yourself," he commanded.  "Finger-fuck
yourself like I would if I were there."

   She dropped the paddle and immediately obeyed.  Her fingers sunk into
her warm pussy, a pussy that had only minutes before been filled with
Chris's cock.  She clenched just thinking about it, and she was stunned to
realize that her fingers felt ten times better than his thrusting cock.  It
was all in the context.

   "Pull your fingers out," he commanded.  "Press the star key to lock the
keypad.  Put the phone against your pussy.  Rub yourself with the phone, my
horny girl."

   Amaya didn't hesitate.  She steadied herself with one hand and placed
the phone where he commanded with the other.  Her pubic hairs snagged and
the plastic felt odd against her pussy, but she was so damn turned on.  The
heat from the spankings was still burning her ass, but it only encouraged
her to fuck faster.  She ground against the phone, fucking herself with a
passion she hadn't felt with Chris.

   The orgasms came upon her quickly and shot through her entire body.  She
collapsed onto the bed and clenched her thighs tightly around the phone. 
Thoughts of Chris and Wesley were obliterated with pure pleasure.  This is
what her body craved.  This is how she wanted to be fucked.  Everything
else was just distraction.

   "I came," she reported.  The phone smelled like her pussy.  It didn't
bother her at all.

   "I heard," Wesley said.  "Tomorrow, the game continues.  Will you be
prepared emotionally?"

   "Yes," Amaya lied.  "Will I ever see you in person?"

   Wesley chuckled, and it was such a warm sound coming from him.  "My dear
Amaya.  Haven't you realized what the grand prize is yet?  When you have
passed all my games and proven your worth to me, then you will join me full
time, forever and ever, in games you can't even imagine."

   After a night of shocks, this one was by far the most stunning.  She was
speechless, exhilarated, happy, suspicious and turned on.  It was what she
had hoped for, but after the betrayals she had just gone through, she
couldn't let herself believe it.  Join Wesley full time?  Unbelievable.

   "Sleep tight, Amaya," Wesley said.  "Prepare yourself not only for the
games, but for what you may eventually win."

   If you enjoyed this story, feel free to drop me a line at
shonrichards@yahoo.com or visit me at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

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