porchlightfairy

Yet, today when you asked her to come over, she declined. She rarely declined. You pout and whimper but she nips that in the bud with just a glare. She had to go to an award ceremony with her husband. It was a big deal as he would be getting some big award for his time at the company. You didn't understand, she didn't have to go but she explained to you it was to save face. "What kind of wife would I be to not celebrate my husband's accolades?"

As if Benji has ever done the same for her. You can't hide your disappointment, shuffling your feet in defeat. She grabs your face so you look up at her, "I'll make it up to you, baby-girl. I promise." She gives you a chaste kiss and leaves you to keep pouting.

She was going to make it up to you but not on her time.

In the night, while Dana is roaming around, mingling, her phone rings. She opens it to find you calling. She sighs disappointed in your desperation and sends you to voicemail. She blinks in surprise to see you are actually leaving a message:

"Dana, I couldn't wait for you. I need you so bad. I'm sitting on my bed and I'm getting wet at the thought of me there with you. I bet you look so sexy right now all dressed up for your stupid husband. I bet you wish it were me with you too. You're probably looking around the room and imagining all the places where you'd sneak your hand up my skirt."

Dana scoffs as she reads the transcript of your voicemail. You were a spoiled brat sometimes, and hated being told no. She loves it though. Your objections and tantrums always excited her.

She bites her lip as she thinks about what you might be up to. You said you couldn't wait for her. Could you be masturbating right at this moment? She shudders excitedly at the thought.

She goes somewhere quiet and isolated to properly listen to the message. Her breath hitches, it's just as she thought. You voice is quiet and raspy. Often you are humming, or moaning, into the phone. You were fantasizing and losing yourself in your own words. She saves the voicemail and calls you back.

It only takes one ring for you to answer, "Hello, mistress."

"Hi, baby-girl." She whispers, "I got your message."

"Did you like it?" You say sweetly. She swears she heard you moan at the end of that sentence.

"I did. But I told you I was busy didn't I?"

"You did." You hum, "What are you wearing?"

"I'm not telling you. What are you up to?"

"I'm not telling you." You moan, mockingly.

She laughs then lets out a resigning sigh, "I'm wearing a red halter dress."

"The pretty one with the lace?" You pant, "It stops just above your knees, right?"

"Yes."

You hum in response, "Mm, I can see it now… are you wearing underwear."

"I am." She scoffs.

"Too bad. That must mean Benji isn't getting any tonight." You giggle.

"Don't say his name while you're touching yourself." She hisses.

"Yes, mistress," You breath shakes.

"Tell me what you're doing."

"Well, I'm on my bed, wearing that pink dress you got for me."

"That was for a special occasion."

"Isn't this one, though? It was supposed to be my night with you." You whine.

"I promised to make it up to you, baby-girl." She sighs, "What else are you doing?"

"My hand is in my panties and I'm teasing my clit. I'm wishing it's your hand right now."

"What color are your panties?" She asks. Her arousal grows between her legs as she imagines you.

"I don't know if I should tell you."

"Don't play coy now." She warns, "Tell me~"

"Mmph~ They're frilly and white." You moan.

"Mhm, are they wet from you playing with yourself?"

"Yes~"

"Maybe you should take them off."

"I don't want to ruin my dress."

"Then take that off too." She licks her lips.

"Hang on" You set the phone down. She can here you shuffling around as you remove your clothes.

"Sweetheart." Benji walks over to Dana.

She curses to herself, and mutes her phone. "Yes, honey?"

"What are you doing over here all by yourself? The awards are about to start."

"I am taking an important call right now."

"Mistress~ I'm naked now. I'm teasing my clit between my fingers. I want to put them inside me now. Can I do that, please?"

"Can't it wait? They are asking us to be seated."

"Just go ahead, I'll take the call at the bar and be finished before your name is called." She ushers him back inside where they separate again. She unmutes her phone, "I'm sorry, baby, go ahead."

"Ah~ shit~ mistress. I'm so wet, they went in so smooth."

"Are you on your back?"

"Yes," You let out a shaky breath, "I wish you were on top of me. I wish it was fingers inside me."

"I know you do. Just keep going. I have to hurry."

"I want to go slow." You whine, "I want you here."

"I know, I know. If I were there I'd be between your legs right now. I'd do it exactly how you want."

"Mistress~" You moan. Your voice fades and she starts to salivate. Through the phone, she can hear the sweet sounds of your fingers in your pussy. The squelch as they go in and out. In the background, you're moaning non-stop. You're picking up speed. The wet noises quicken. You're getting close.

Dana clenches her thighs together at the image in her mind. She needed you badly. This couldn't wait. She rushes to the bathroom and goes into a stall. "Tell me how close you are, baby. I want to hear you."

"I can't last much longer, mistress. Oh god~!"

She lifts the bottom of her dress and sits on the toilet. She inserts her fingers into her pussy and rubs the heel of her palm against her clit. "That's it baby-girl, cum for mistress."

Your moans get higher and higher until you cum. She knows because your moans become strained and it's like you stopped breathing. Then you start to pant to catch your breath. "Fuck mistress~"

"Good girl. Such a beautiful girl." She follows after cumming into the toilet. "Tomorrow, I will be all yours."

"Promise?"

"Promise." She kisses the phone, "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, mistress."

Dana collects herself then exits the bathroom. She enters the ceremony to hear everyone applauding her husband on stage. She stands just on the outskirts clapping without an ounce of remorse. By feeling bad, she would be admitting she was doing something wrong. She did not feel as though she did.

You come first always.

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