Something Wild Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext 262
It was late  in the evening as I sat alone on the chaise lounge, looking out the bay window of my penthouse apartment at all the lights of Manhattan, drinking a rather large snifter of brandy. The ticking of the grandfather clock began to oppress me, as though my life, I could measure it out by each and every tick of that fucking clock. I was alone again as my husband was away–again–on business trip.
Barefooted, I walked out onto the balcony. The winter breeze was cool on my face as the liquor worked its magic warming me up from the inside. Excitement moved through my veins as surely as that brandy. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was not, but at that moment I began to feel a deep longing, yes, a longing to run, to become someone else if only for tonight, to escape, to be free, to do something. To do– something wild.

I did not linger in the bath as usually I did.  I had a purpose. I was on a mission. What that mission was I could not at that moment have told you.
I clothed myself in a tight black mini dress, soft, silky panties, thigh-high stockings and my favourite pair of high heels.
I put black eyeliner around my eyes and red lipstick on my mouth. I regarded myself in the looking glass and saw staring back at me–a whore. A whore who now realized what her mission was. A whore who was going to seek out some delicious young man, seek him like predator and fuck him. 
Pulling out onto the crowded streets I switched the radio on and began trekking west towards the Village. So close, yet so far from my life as the wife of wealthy business man.
Yes, the mask I wear of devoted wife, well it was just that–a mask. I had begun to cheat on my husband many months ago. His idol is one of gold and not of flesh and there was within me a passion for excitement, for adventure, for darkness and deviance that even the finest of material possessions could not quell.
I entered the club and as usual, all eyes were upon me. It is something I have grown used to but it still gives me a thrill, a feeling of the very great power physical beauty wields.
I took a seat at the bar and very soon the boy I had chosen and summoned with a smile came to sit beside me. He talked on and on about the screenplay he was probably never going to complete but I did not care less.
I simply sat there, feigning interest in his words and thinking about  his hot young body and what it would feel like to be riding his cock like cowgirl and hearing him moan my name.
As the night was coming to a close, I reached over and slyly ran my hand over his thigh and onto the bulge in his pants which immediately leaped at my touch and grew hard.
I knew nothing about this boy, really. For all I knew he could be very dangerous but this only aroused me. For at that moment I felt no fear. At that moment I felt I had nothing to lose.
I invited my new “friend” into my car.

“Want to go back to my place,” he asked?

“No,” I said, loosening the fastens on his trousers. “Here. Fuck me here. I want you now.”

I pulled my mouth away from his. I was not in the mood for kissing but for fucking, for fucking hard and fast.

“Oh God, you’re so hot,” he said.

“Ssshh, no talking,” I said.

His cock, already hard was jerking in anticipation as my soft full lips took him deep into my mouth. Moments later, I pushed him back against the seat and as he pulled my sheer black panties down, I guided his cock into my juicy wet pussy.
“I am going to fuck you, little boy,” I said. “I am going to fuck you so good you will never forget it.”
I grasped him by the hips and rode him, grinding my wet pussy hard against him, my eyes never leaving his.
He squeezed my luscious big breasts hungrily, his breath ragged with desire.
He came, shooting his hot cum inside me, moaning my name. I did not find it disappointing that he had come so quickly. In fact, I would not have had it any other way. It was just what I wanted. Something hot, fast and wild.
Little bit later as we sat in my car, I offered him cigarette and we both smoked in silence.

“So, do you want to give me your email so I can send you a copy of my script,” he asked finally.

Not looking at him, I exhaled a long, blue stream of smoke and answered with a shrug, “No. No I don’t.”

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext 262