She stood at the sink gazing out the window into the backyard. Her eyes were not really seeing anything. A million miles of daydream stretched between her mind and where she stood. The previous evening’s remains were stacked in the sink patiently demanding more than a quick rinse. She wished she were not such a procrastinator. Before she could get well into her task, the headset she wore beeped in her ear signaling an incoming call. A quick tap of her wrist on the control clipped to her waist answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby," he said in his deep southern drawl. "How’s my girl?"

"Hey," she answered, "I’m fine…now. How’s my man?"

In the instant it took for her to hear his greeting, she felt his presence. Dishes rattled, as she absently separated the dried macaroni and cheese-laden plates. She loved it when he was in her head. Sexual energy surged through her body. Like magic, his fingertips reached out of her memory and stroked lightly across nipples. Hearing him speak reminded her of how his lips moved, how they hovered between her thighs teasing the hair on her pussy. The muscles along her vaginal walls contracted to embrace a thickness that was not there. Instead, an ache began to build; an ache that only he could satisfy. Her concentration was dashed. Silverware encrusted with leftover pudding slipped from her fumbling fingers and clattered noisily into the sink.

"I’m doing well. Thank you! You sound busy," he replied softly.

"Hear my efficiency with the dishes?" she laughed.

"Yeah. I must say you certainly are ‘doing’ those dishes…out loud even," he chuckled.

She laughed with him. Trying to function while he was talking to her was impossible. He may as well have her pushed up against the kitchen counter, powerful hands underneath her sweatshirt. Her eyes closed, as she imagined him standing behind her, hands slowly caressing their way up over her belly and then her ribs. Breath caught in her throat when her nipples responded just as though he’d cupped both breasts, squeezing them between his fingertips and the meaty heel of strong hands. His touch was something she craved.

"Well, I’m not going to get much done with you talking to me," she confessed.

"Hmmm, and why’s that? Rinsing off dishes isn’t such a hard thing to do," he countered playfully.

"That’s true, but when I talk to you all I can think about is the ‘hard thing’ you have that I’d rather be doing."

"Mercy," he breathed heavily into the phone. "You do know how to make it hard don’t you?"

She gripped the edge of the sink with both hands and exhaled slowly. Her mouth began to water, as she remembered curling up on his thigh and making love to his magnificent cock with her mouth. The ache between her legs throbbed with a longing that rendered her useless; completely useless until she satisfied herself.

‘Whom was she kidding?’ she thought silently. ‘There’s no measure of self-inflicted satisfaction that could even come close to the intensity of this man’s sex.’ Resignation set in accompanied with a deep sigh condemning her to simple recollection.

"I can’t stop thinking about how you allowed me to lay next to you and hold your cock in my mouth as it grew hard," she spoke quietly, just barely above a whisper.

"I remember that. I’ve never felt so at home than when you did that for me. It didn’t feel like it as some kind of duty or obligation when you did it. I’ve known women who act as though it’s something they ‘have’ to do, like its something expected of them. You made me feel like it was something you wanted to do," he confided.

"Lover, you have no idea how much I want to feel you in my mouth. I never knew how magical oral sex was until you showed me. Guys too treat oral sex just like you described it – as duty – nothing more than a couple of licks and then climb on top and fuck me to their satisfaction. You were the first man to show me sex wasn’t something done to me…or that it was something I had to give up to please a man. You treated me to a different kind of magic."

He was different. He made her feel and think and need different things. He made her want to take his cock into her mouth. She never really wanted to do that with a man before, at least not willingly. She craved his taste. The scent of his manhood drove her wild with desire. She craved the maleness that was such a powerful part of him. The sensation of him growing hard under her tongue was a rush that became part of her own arousal. He spoke of that to her once, how he could become so incredibly aroused by using his mouth to please her and knowing that she was enjoying herself. Now she understood how he felt when she came in his mouth. Even though it was something he gave to her, he took it for himself.

"I’m beginning to believe you're enjoying my cock almost as much as I enjoy that sweet little pussy of yours. You know I can’t get enough of it," he said.

"I finally understand how you feel when you’re eating me. God! I can be doing just about anything, and when I think of you doing that to me I have to sit down. My knees get weak just at the thought of you taking me like that."

"I know what you mean, baby. That’s why I called you just now. I’m sitting here at work totally worthless and as hard as stone. All I can think about is how you curled up on my thigh and held me in your mouth. My heart skips a beat every time I think about your tongue sliding along my sweet spot. It took my breath every time you went deep and swirled your tongue like that."

"Hmm, and then you’d flex in my mouth," she added for him.

"Yessss," he hissed in agreement. "That was a reflex reaction to what you were doing. I couldn’t help it. You held me so deep and lay so still. Every time I flexed, it felt like I went deeper, like you were swallowing me whole."

"I was. You were deep...so deep...in my throat. I couldn’t believe I was able to do that. Now, it’s all I want...all the time. I get so wet just thinking about it. God, see what you’ve done to me?" she asked.

"Uh-huh, and that’s why I called. I wanted to thank you for what you let me do to you," he said.

"Thank me?"

"Absolutely. Thank you for letting me use your mouth…for letting me fuck that sweet mouth so slow and deep. Baby, I’m vibrating now just thinking about it. You filled me with such incredible power by giving yourself to me like that. You’re the most incredible woman."

"Fuck me," she said softly. "I need it. I need your cock. I need your mouth. I need our Fuck."

"Mmm, I can see what I’ve done now...created a monster in you."

"Fuck me," she repeated, this time with unmistakable urgency.

"I can’t, baby. I have a staff meeting in a few minutes and you know I'll never rush through fucking you. Go upstairs and take care of it with your new toy. Pretend that your Magic Tongue is mine. Remember my magic."

"I don’t want a toy," she complained, "I want your cock. I want your magic."

She faintly heard a knock on his office door and muffled side conversation that told her that her satisfaction would be at the hands of technology and a couple of fresh double-A batteries.

"Baby, I’m sorry, but I have to go," he apologized. "I’ll call you later and talk you through it."

"OK, but you’re going to miss all the fun. I just hope there's something left when you call back," she teased.

"Oh, there will be," he said. "There’s always something left in you even when you think it’s all used up, remember?"

And she remembered. After a quick goodbye, she pulled the headset off and tossed it onto the counter next to the sink. To her delight, she found fresh batteries in the junk drawer and headed for the stairs. Dishes could wait.

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