I’ve always loved hearing my own voice. It shocks people when I say that. Almost everyone else I know absolutely hates hearing themselves. I think it’s a real shame. You’re really missing out on one of life’s true and deep pleasures. Your voice is a powerful tool you know, you should get to know it—let it wrap around and slide deep into that erotic part of your brain that allows you to just let go and feel pleasure.
Yes, I know, I sound like a crazy woman but I’m telling you, your voice truly is a gift to you.
It was Oscar who made me realise the power the sound of my words held. Not just the words but the way they were said.
He told me he loved my accent, so different to his own deep Irish lilt. But thinking back, it was the sound of his voice that melted my heart and my loins. I should have realised right away that if he could turn me on with his words, then surely, I could do the same.
Let me tell you a story of the first time the switch in my head flicked and at once I could feel the power on my lips.
Oscar was working late at the university, his lecture theatre long empty of students. I was a bit pissed off with him as he’d been promising to meet me for a drink one night. Well, the nights had marched on and still no drink, just late-night phone conversations that went on too long and left us frustrated and restless. The night before, I suddenly realised that hitch in his breath that always happened near the end of the call, wasn’t a stifled yawn, it was something else. Something much naughtier he was trying to hide.
Well, after I’d put the phone down, feeling rather shocked with a blush rising up my throat, my mind wandered to imagining him running his hands down his torso, switching the phone to the loudspeaker and taking himself in hand. The cheeky bastard! You’d think he’d have asked permission or incorporated it into our chat, got some proper dirty talk going, but no, he’d tried to hide it. Well now I knew, I made a plan to confront him.
I wore my highest heels and relished the way they clack-clacked on the polished floors, echoing through the long haughty corridors. Ancient musty dark paintings of drab looking intellectuals stared disapprovingly at my ridiculously tiny skirt and braless breasts bouncing with every step, nipples hardening pleasingly through my silk blouse. Who knows, maybe those looks weren’t those of disapproval after all.
As I thought about all the old men’s (and they were all men, I noted with an eye roll and tut) eyes all on me and my wanton costume, it made me tiptoe a little higher, spring a little further. By the time I made it to his theatre, my heart was thundering at the fantasy of a hundred peeping Toms watching me and knowing of my plan.
I peeped through the glass in the door. There he was, studiously poring over the lectern, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, fingers tracing along the lines of information he was trying to decipher. A frisson of lust spread through me as I imagined those fingertips tracing a path from my nipples to my pussy.
Oh yes, all the way down to where I was suddenly yearning for his touch. I was panting heavily and stepped back a little to try and calm my breath and lower the heat that was starting to build. The thought that I really oughtn’t to be here fanned the flames of desire now burning in my pussy.
I rubbed my thighs together, acknowledging what I’d already suspected. My own wet lust smeared over my inner thighs. I took a breath and pushed the door which opened with an almighty creak.
Oscar was startled and jumped back from the lectern, a look of guilt passing across his face, I noted.
“Katana?” He gasped and pushed his glasses up his nose and ran his fingers through his mop of floppy prep-school hair.
“Oscar…” I purred, tipping my head the side and very slowly sashaying towards him.
“What… what are you doing here?”
I just smiled and went up to him, lifting his tie and let it slide through my fingers as I turned and made my way to the steps up the centre of the tiered viewing benches.
“Kat…” He started but I cut him off.
“Sh.” I slowly and deliberately continued to the stairs. I was a little overwhelmed by my surroundings. It was like something out of a movie or museum. So frozen in time, I was glad I’d chosen a classic look to complement the place. My heels echoed around the wooden pews and I slinked up, stretching my toes so he’d get a good view of my taut ass and calves. When I reached the top back row I sat and crossed my legs to the side, regarding him from above.
He really did look stunned. Just standing there gaping, adjusting his stance loosening his tie. He was confused, expectant. This shook me a little, I was sure I had had a vision of what I was planning to do on this little visit, but for the life of me, my bravado had suddenly evaporated. The silence between us had taken on a strange life, echoing and magnifying around the patinated wooden surfaces.
I tried to disguise my hesitation with a shuffle in my seat and found the dampness there, jolting me back into my plan.
Again, Oscar made as if to speak and again, I halted him.
“Oscar, I want you to stay silent and just listen to me.” I kept my face impassive, my tone as commanding as I could keep it while my heart raced in my chest and my cunt clenched as a flash of excitement crossed his face.
“Oscar, if you understand, nod once.”
He did. Fuck. Thoughts, words, images raced through my mind and all battered up causing a block in my throat. How was I to start this. How did this start? Ah, I remembered what triggered my little adventure.
“I want to tell you something, Oscar.”
I waited for some sort of acknowledgement, which he delivered by cocking his head to the side, in a, go on then, kind of dare.
“Oscar I know you wank to the sound of my voice when we talk on the phone at night.”
He turned a strange sickly shade of grey and it unnerved me. He looked like he was going into bloody shock.
“Katana, I’m sorry I…”
I held up my hand in a ‘shut up’ motion and he stuttered out more words about my voice being sexy.
“Stop Oscar.”
“It’s… your… voice.”
“Oscar!” I snapped out his name like the crack of a whip and he stopped dead.
“Oscar, listen to me. I am going to talk now.”
He was shaking but the colour had come back into his cheeks, his hands released their tight grip on the wood, allowing his body to relax a bit. He removed his glasses, placing them on the lectern then moved to the side so I could see him fully.
“I want to tell you a story. A story of a very naughty boy who got caught listening in to something he shouldn’t. Would you like to hear that story, Oscar?”
He was blushing hard now, as well he should, but he nodded once. His gaze was lowered but just raised enough to be looking at my shoes. I pointed my toes and jutted them up, signalling him to look me in the eye. He did.
“So, this naughty boy was walking past an open apartment window, and he caught the whisper of some naught words. Pussy… breasts… he couldn’t help but stop and listen in. Ears straining up to grasp the sexy sounds of illicit mutterings drifting his way. ‘Yes, yes that’s what I want, open me up press your fingers into my panties, pull them to the side… now you can see how much I want you, you can see my pussy glistening like a wet shell on the shoreline.’”
To enhance the story I uncrossed my legs and shifted to part them wide as he watched.
“The boy couldn’t hear any other voices in the apartment so could only assume she was on the phone to her lover. ‘Yes, that’s it, you like to hold me open as you inhale my damp scent, I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day, my knickers are soaked with my juices and now, I can make you hard just by giving you one sniff.’”
I looked down to his crotch where there was most definitely a bulge beginning to show.
“You see, this boy developed a thing then for voices. Oscar, I want you to take out your cock as I talk.”
He shifted his eyes around darting them to the door then windows even though the place was deserted.
“Oscar do you want to hear this story or not?”
Oscar looked at me directly in the eyes while he tugged his shirt free of his trousers and unbuckled his belt. Now there’s a sound to get me going. Unff. The click and slide of a good leather belt being freed from its holdings, giving you that sweet anticipation of what might be coming next. A thrill shuddered through me—we were going to do this.
I decided to ditch the sex story and tell him straight.
“The boy now stands before me. He’s been bad, he knows it. And now he’s going to get his punishment.” I licked my lips then widened my thighs even further, pulling my thong to the side, letting him see my juicy cunt all puffed up and ready for a fucking. “Do you see?”
He nodded and reached into his flies, his shoulders hunching up to one side in the fucking sexy way that tells he’s having trouble pulling his hard dick free of the fabric. My mouth waters, his dick is truly a gorgeous sight to behold.
“My pussy is wet as I watch him fist his hands around his cock.” He did as I described and slowly tugged his fisted dick up and down, revealing the shining head which I’m sure I could see a glistening drop of precum even from up here. It’s all I could do not to pounce there and then.
“He’s ashamed at being caught masturbating to the sound of my voice on the phone.” Another flash of recognition crossed his face and he had the good grace to blush. He knew at that moment I wasn’t telling that story anymore. So I was definitely right, he had been jacking off at the end of our calls. Excellent. I prepared myself for the next round of sweet sexy revenge.
“I’ve done things too.” I licked two of my fingers seductively and he paused in his own ministrations. I nodded and cocked my eyebrow, urging him to keep stroking himself while I curled my fingers deep into my mouth and coated them nicely making them good and wet.
“But never mind about that. We’re here about your transgressions.”
He picked up the pace, a twinkle in his eye as he smiled crookedly, lifting the corner of his mouth to the right in that way that told me he’s enjoying it. Thoroughly.
I’d have to be careful to maintain my role as the one in control, lord knows he undoes me with one look sometimes so I took my time and inhaled slowly, giving him a measured look, keeping my face straight so he’d be brought back to my mercy.
He bowed his head.
“Oscar, do not look away from me. Look at my cunt. Watch what you make me do.” He lifted his gaze and I stretched open my pussy, feeling like a wanton hussy, but I was invested in this role and I rubbed my clit around and around, teasing and coaxing my little nub of pleasure to become erect and responsive.
“Oscar, drop to your knees and make me see that you worship me.” He did, his cock became strained at the crease where his trousers folded into his crotch.
I rolled my eyes. “Kneel up, Oscar for heaven’s sake.”
Oh, that glint in his eye. I maintained focus and decided that now was the time to explain exactly what I wanted him to do.
“He’s here, watching me as I rub and tap my clit, opening up my beautiful pussy for him to watch. I spread my lips and slide two fingers down, pushing them inside, scissoring them back and forth inside myself while he grows thicker and harder. Oh, how good it feels to hold myself this way.”
I kept my gaze directly on him watching, daring him to keep staring between my open thighs. Juicy wet sounds released from my soaked hole and he shuddered, letting me know my arousal turned him on. His big cock was getting treated to a lovely firm handjob and my pussy was aching for that beautiful dick inside.
“I’m fucking myself now. Ugh, it feels so good, so deep. I know he wants to come and lick me, fuck me, but this is so perfect. If he takes off his clothes he might be rewarded.”
I’d never seen him work to fast—he stripped like a feral thing, almost tearing off his uniform, shirt buttons pinging while he shucked off his shoes, socks and trousers in record time. He jerked at the knot of his tie, all to the sounds of me telling him what a naughty fucking boy he was. The tie knot grew tighter and stuck just too tight to pull over his head, but enough to drag out his shirt beneath.
He worried at the little collar he’d made for himself and I leaned forward a little, fingers still buried deep in my desperate pussy.
“Leave it. It might be useful.” I said and relaxed back into my pose, legs wide, and lifted my chest to thrust out my swollen breasts. His gaze flicked to my beaded nipples and I smiled, drifting my free hand up.
“You want to see my titties huh?”
He nodded, cock in hand, looking vulnerable and powerful all at the same time. I was pinning him there to that spot with only my voice, my words and it was a heady kind of knowledge.
I slowly undid my blouse, taking care where he tore, exercising restraint where he’d clawed at his apparel.
It was excruciating. When the buttons were open to my waist, I pulled the fabric to one side exposing my left breast and trailed my touch over my nipple sending sparks to my clit. I slipped my fingertips into the lace at the top and pulled the cup down to free my whole breast and then massaged and played with it while I kept fingering myself.
“Ah, yes, my tits are so perfect, look how perky and responsive they are. My nipples are so sensitive, I wish you would come and suckle me.”
He jerked forward a little and looked like he’d taken it as a command.
“But he can’t, he’s being punished,” I said quickly then let my head loll back on the wooden bench. It was hard and uncomfortable and I had to shift around to get the best spot where I knew I was in the perfect position to be watched as I fucked myself.
“He’s lucky he’s being allowed to even touch himself right now.” I opened one eye just a slit to check he was, and oh, he was indeed.
I kept whispering sweet words of fuck, and chastising him for being such a naughty voyeur and what would his students say, but it was getting too much.
My cunt was lurching, clutching—desperate for something thicker and deeper than my own skinny fingers. And my nipples were straining between my pinched fingertips but it simply wasn’t enough.
“Come here and fuck me Oscar.” I blurted out and as quickly as I’d said it, he was there, guiding his cock to my entrance, grabbing my shoulder to balance himself as he dipped low before me then speared my cunt deep and hard. I grabbed the tie at his neck, ensuring he knew it was still me calling the shots.
It was animal, feral, raw. He raked at my clothing, trying to free both breasts while sucking nipping biting my nipples hard and growling as he did so. Ah yes, this is what I craved, his absolute savagery.
“Yes, Oscar yes, fuck me.” And with our bodies bumping and grinding against the hard antique wood, we fucked. I reached to my clit to give it a tweak and he withdrew quickly, seeing I needed attention. He dove to my clit, his tongue a ravenous warrior battering at my need, bringing me up quickly, feasting on my desire as I became completely undone.
“Oscar, I’m coming I’m coming, quick shove your thick dick back in and fuck me.”
And my climax was so strong that it kept rising as he unlatched his tongue and shunted back inside, stretching and pushing me beyond myself. He lifted my legs up and spread them until I thought my hips would pop, and rode me hard. My senses became one as I reached the tipping point and crashed my orgasm out and all over him. Fuck, he knew how to take me.
I rode the wave over and over again as he shuddered and rounded his shoulders, lifting and pulsing as he too let go and spilt his pleasure inside me.
He collapsed onto me and we slithered off the pew and onto the staircase, softening and gently laughing together.
“How did you know?” Oscar asked into my shoulder, obviously still feeling a little ashamed.
“About what?” I replied stupidly forgetting for a moment what this entire scene had been about.
“You know…”
“Oh, that you’d been wanking while we talked on the phone? That? Well, I could hear you,” I said as I stroked his hair, soothing him, “And here’s the thing, I had been too…”
He relaxed as if he was giving a full-body smile.
“I bloody knew it!” he looked up and grinned, straining for a kiss.
And that’s when I truly understood the power of my words.
The End
Read all about the wonderful author: Tabitha Rayne
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