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Agatha
Iperched on the edge of my plush, crimson loveseat, the soft glow of the table lamp casting a warm hue over the room. My fingertips brushed against the silk of my robe, sliding it off my shoulders. The cool air kissed my bare skin. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting Angel take over.
"Ready for you, Adonis," I whispered to no one, practicing my huskiness. Truth be told, we'd had a standing weekly appointment for a few months now, and I was looking forward to it. He was my favorite client. I had a nagging suspicion that he was a virgin with some of the things he said, but it kind of endeared me to him.
The phone rang right on cue. I swiped the screen, my heart thudding with anticipation.
"Angel," he breathed out, his voice crackling through the speaker.
"Adonis," I purred back, feeling the shift in me as I slipped deeper into character. "I've been thinking about you."
His sharp intake of breath told me all I needed to know. He was excited.
"Are you holding that big, thick, juicy cock in your hand, my beautiful God?"
He moaned, "Yes, oh, oh..."
I hadn't even said anything yet, and he was just about to bust. I imagined meaty sausage fingers wrapping around his member as he slid his foreskin up and down. My hand trailed down my pebbled nipples, scorching a blaze down to where my panties were sticking to my mound, my pussy all drippy.
"I... I want..."
"Yes, Adonis? Tell me, you sexy beast, what do you want?"
"I want to come in and around your mouth. I want to squirt my seed down your chin until it spray-paints your chest in white."
Oh, Lord. He really was a virgin. I can't say I wasn't into it, though. I was quite... colorful myself. I mean, as Agatha. So, I decided to try something new. Rather than using my sexy names, I'd just be who I'd be if we were in person.
I cleared my throat, "Oh, Adonis, sweet baby lord on his throne. My gash is trembling, waiting for your lover's lance to enter. My cavern is hungry, nay, starving for a fraction of what only you can give. Pump me hard, as hard as you can, before pulling your bulbous mushroom out and splattering me with your love."
The silence was deafening before little grunts came over the line. He was actually beating his meat to this. I dug it. I dug it a lot. His hand slapped against him as his moans came faster and had me twirling my pearl faster than a Bugatti on a speed track. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I came.
"Angel, can we— Can I stay on? Just a little longer?" He was panting, the sound rough around the edges.
"Of course, Adonis." I glanced at the clock, noting the time. Business mixed with pleasure had its perks. Plus, I was the owner of Cum Dumpsters for Cum Dumpers and could do whatever the hell I pleased. Literally.
"Tell me about your day," he said after a pause, his voice softer now.
"Nothing too exciting. Just the usual thrills of life." A half-truth. I wouldn't say glory holes were everyone's life thrill, but I liked it. I briefly wondered if Adonis would come with me. Thinking about his brown eye bent over and spread while someone drilled it made me moister than an oyster.
"Must be nice," he mused. I pictured his smile, hoping he had a kind one. "To have so much excitement."
"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased, leaning back against the cushion, my legs open, allowing the cool air to dry me out. "But enough about me. What thrills do you seek?"
"Connection. Something real." His words vibrated through the line, a confession laid bare. "I read a lot. And I know it's silly, but the girls in the books... I hoped that I'd one day find someone like them. But I'm turning 37, so I doubt that's in my cards."
I hesitated, my thumb tracing the phone case's edge. Connection.
"Maybe we could find it together?" I offered my voice a notch above a whisper. I immediately wished I could retract my question. It's not safe to meet clients. What if he was a serial killer? I guess, being Adonis, there are worse ways to die, but I don't think there were glory holes where I was going.
"Really?" Hope laced his question, tentative yet eager.
"Mmmmm... yep." Was I ready to cross that line?
"Then let's meet," he said, decisive.
"Meet?" My heart skipped. The implications danced before me, thrilling and terrifying.
