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Amira froze as she thought about whether or not she wanted to do that.Of courseshe did. That was the whole reason why she’d even texted Casey in the first place. She was horny beyond belief and she needed the woman to help her out because she was the cause of it anyway. But was this really a smart idea?
Probably not, but it was too late to go back now. Amira was already dripping wet and desperate to get some relief, and she’d already texted Casey so there was no reason to chicken out now.
Okay.
Amira wanted to slap herself for sending the one-word reply. That could be a conversation killer and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the mood by giving one-worded answers, but she didn’t know what else to say and she couldn’t think properly as her fingers trailed through her wetness once again.
It was no problem, though. Casey responded easily.
I bet you’ve been touching yourself while thinking about me before this too, haven’t you? I bet you’ve made yourself come while thinking about me. Thinking about what could’ve happened on the night of our date. Right?
Casey really was inside of her head, wasn’t she? It was as if the woman was reading her mind.
Yes, I have.
Tell me exactly what you thought about to make yourself come.
Amira blushed, eyes rolling into the back of her head already.
Texting with one hand was a little difficult and it was distracting her from the task at hand. She was good at multitasking but texting while touching yourself seemed to be a bit of a learning curve, and it was definitely an inconvenience.
Wouldn’t it be easier if I called you to tell you?
Is that what I asked you to do, baby? Did I ask you to call me? Or did I just ask you to tell me?
Hm.
Amira had a feeling that this was just Casey’s way of asserting her dominance, and she definitely wasn’t complaining about it because, holy shit, it was hot.
She typed slowly, pausing occasionally as she rubbed circles around her clit, two fingers pushing in and out of her wetness sporadically as she did. It was hard to keep going because she was so sensitive from her previous orgasm and she wasn’t used to having more than one in a night, but she was determined to have another one, so she pushed herself, moaning quietly as she did.
I thought about what it would be like to be underneath you while you fucked me with your fingers. I thought about you kissing me. Kissing my neck. Playing with my nipples while you rubbed my clit and fucked me with your fingers. Then I imagined you sitting at the edge of my bed just watching me while I put on a show for you. Telling me what to do. Telling me I’m filthy. Making me do whatever you want me to.
Amira’s cheeks burned as she sent the text message, her stomach filling with warmth as she waited for Casey’s response.She could barely admit this to herself, yet here she was, telling Casey.
Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want to put on a show for me? You want me to sit and watch you while you play with your pretty little pussy for me? You’re an attention whore, huh? You want all my attention on you. You want me to watch you fuck yourself like a filthy little slut, don’t you?
Amira whined quietly as she read the text over and over again, her mouth falling open as she sped up her fingers, fucking herself faster and harder. She wanted to come againbadly, and she was so,soclose.
Having Casey talk down to her was only turning her on even more. She’d never realized that that was something that she was into, but apparently, it was because the words went straight down to her core, which was throbbing as she let out a quiet sob, squeezing her eyes closed as she began grinding against her fingers.
She didn’t even realize that a few minutes had gone by without her responding until Casey sent her another text.
Don’t ignore me, baby, I’m the reason you’re so close to getting that orgasm that you want so badly anyway. You wouldn’t be nearly as worked up if it weren’t for me. You’ve been thinking about me ever since our date. Been imagining me fucking you every second of the day, haven’t you? I’ve seen you at work, I’ve seen how distracted you are and how you adjust how you are sitting because your panties are wet.
Once again, Casey was in Amira’s head, andthatwas the understatement of the century. Amira couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so desperate to orgasm.
I’mm so clse!was all she could manage to type up. And even that short sentence was filled with tons of typos. Proper spelling was the last thing on her mind right about now.
Casey responded with lightning speed.
You’re gonna come any second now, huh?
Yes!!
Alright. Do you want to be a good girl for me, Amira? Do you like it when I tell you what to do? Do you want to follow my orders?
Yes please!
