Ongoing Call

The sultry sound of her voice purrs through the receiver, sending shivers down my spine. “Hello, sugar,” she coos, her accent thick and enticing. “You’ve reached ebony goddess,asha. How can I make your naughtiest fantasies come true today?”

My pulse races as I imagine her full, pouty lips curled into a wicked grin. Asha is known far and wide for her unparalleled phone sex skills, and I’ve been eager to experience her magic firsthand. “Mmm, I think you know exactly what I need, goddess,” I purr, trying to keep my voice steady. “I want you to take me on a dirty, filthy journey.”

Asha chuckles, low and throaty. “Ooh, I do love a man who knows what he wants. Let’s start by getting you nice and relaxed, shall we?” Without waiting for a response, she begins to describe her luscious curves in vivid, tantalizing detail. “I’m reclining on my plush velvet chaise, dressed in nothing but a scrap of lace that barely covers my generous assets. My athletic legs are spread wide, giving you an eyeful of my plump, glistening pussy…”

My cock twitches in my pants as she continues, her breathy words painting a salacious picture. “I’m tracing my fingers along my inner thighs, teasing myself, wanting to feel your big, strong hands all over me. I bet you can’t wait to bury your face in my thick Latina ass and plunge your tongue deep into my tight little hole.”

I groan, my hand drifting down to palm my growing erection. “Fuck, Asha, you’re driving me crazy. I want to worship every inch of your delectable body.”

“Mmm, I can tell, sugar,” she giggles. “But first, I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Let me picture your hard, rippling muscles as you reveal yourself to me.”

Obediently, I loosen my belt and unzip my fly, pushing my pants down my hips. I take my time, giving Asha time to envision my chiseled abs and V-line disappearing beneath my tight boxer briefs. “Like what you see, goddess?” I ask, my voice husky with lust.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathes. “Now, sit back and spread your legs for me. Let’s get that big, beefy cock out so you can play with it while I dirty talk you into oblivion.”

Moaning, I free my massive member from its fabric prison, stroking it slowly from root to tip. “Is this what you want, Asha? To watch me pleasure myself for you?”

Her answering mewl is music to my ears. “Uh-huh, baby. Wrap your fingers around your thick shaft and tug it nice and hard. I want you so worked up that you’re leaking pre-cum.”

As I follow her instructions, the pleasure mounting with each thrust of my fist, Asha begins to describe her own actions. “While you stroke that magnificent cock for me, I’m rubbing my aching clit, imagining it’s your tongue lavishing wet, hot licks across my sensitive nub. I’m so wet for you, sugar. I wish you were here to slide your impressive length deep inside my dripping pussy.”

“Oh, god, I’d love nothing more than to pound that tight cunt with my big, veiny dick,” I growl, my hips surging upwards as I fuck my fist. “I’d spread your thick thighs wide and sink balls-deep into your welcoming heat, stretching you open on my thick rod.”

“Yes, yes, just like that!” Asha cries, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck me with your huge cock, baby. Slam me against the wall and split me open on your massive manhood!”

I continue masturbating furiously, the filthy images she paints spurring me on. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” I warn her, my balls drawing up tight. “I want to feel you shuddering on my cock as I flood your hungry cunt with my seed.”

“Do it, sugar,” Asha pants, her own climax nearing. “Shoot that hot load all over my big Latina ass. I want to feel it dripping down my generous, jiggling cheeks.”

With a hoarse shout of her name, I erupt, thick streams of pearly jism erupting from my throbbing tip to splatter against my taut abs. I’m dimly aware of Asha coming undone on the other end of the line, her juices gushing as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure.

As we both come down from our erotic high, I can’t help but thank her for an unforgettable experience. “Lady, you sure know how to take a man’s fantasy and make it into reality,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

Asha laughs, her voice low and satisfied. “The pleasure was all mine, sugar. If you ever need Gabon to untether your wildest, naughtiest desires again, you know where to find me.”

With a final smoldering promise to fulfill my every dirty whim, Asha hangs up, leaving me to bask in the lingering afterglow of our explicit phone encounter. My naughty session with Asha will be a memory I revisit often, pulling out the flashing image of the stunning ebony goddess pleasuring herself just for me as I lose myself in another irresistible membership of erotic joy.