“Have you been behaving yourself without me?” His smile indicates he already knows the answer.

“I, um, well, for the most part. It’s not the same without you here though.”

“You know I want nothing more than to be there, don’t you?”

“I know,” I reply. “But…” I trail off, not finishing my thought.

“But what?” he asks.

“You’re not here. And for some reason, I’ve been incredibly horny. Even using my favorite toy hasn’t scratched the itch. I need something else. Something more. What exactly I don’t know.”

“I have an idea. Spread those legs and show me that sweet pussy. So soft and wet. Now spread those legs wider and slap your pussy, make sure your fingers hit your clit. Let me watch you wince and wiggle. “

I feel so open and exposed. I slap my pussy, whimpering and wiggling.

“Smack it, baby. Then rub your little button for me. Show me what a good girl you are.”

Slapping my pussy hard, I part my swollen lips and drag a fingernail over my aching clit.

“Oh, that feels so good. May I slide a finger inside my wet pussy?” I ask.

“Slide one finger inside, fuck yourself with it, then pull it out and smack that pussy again. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

I moan as I follow his instructions, “Oh yes, that feels so good.”

“Do it again, baby. Use two fingers this time. Then spank that clit harder.”

“Yes! My clit is throbbing.”

“Rub it for me. That’s it. Now finger fuck that tight little hole. Such a good girl. Taste how sweet those wet fingers are.”

I rub my throbbing clit, slide two fingers inside my soaked pussy, then bring my fingers to my mouth, licking and sucking, tasting my sweet pussy juices.

“Again, baby. Slap that throbbing clit, then fuck that pussy. That clit is so sensitive now, isn’t it? It’s throbbing and hot. Don’t stop, baby. Fuck yourself for me.”

Sliding my fingers in and out, faster and faster, I fuck my pussy. My clit throbs, begging to be touched. I add another finger, imagining it’s his hard cock fucking me.

“Fuck that sloppy wet pussy!”

My fingers move faster, wet sounds filling the room. I feel my orgasm starting to build. I add another finger, four fingers fucking my greedy pussy now.

“You naughty girl! Stuff that pussy full!”

Whimpering I add my thumb, my whole hand fucking my greedy needy pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out.

“Smack that clit with your other hand. Do it! Now! Such a filthy whore! Don’t stop. Cum for me!”

Writhing, I smack my throbbing clit, slamming my fist in and out.

“Gonna cum so hard,” I whimper. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“Keep pounding that filthy cunt and smacking that clit. You’re such a dirty fist fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh fuck! Yes!”

“Fuck that sloppy slutty hole, whore. You slut! Fuck that cunt!”

I rub my clit, fucking my cunt deep and fast, hitting my g-spot.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!!” I wail.

“Don’t stop until you cum! Cum for me! Pound that fuckhole,”

“Oh, oh, oh fuck!”

“You’re such a greedy cumslut. Hit that g-spot and gush for me. Keep going you filthy whore. Hammer that wet cunt!”

“Oh fuck yes! Cumming! Fuck!” I pound my g-spot, crying out. “So good. So fucking good. Yes, yes! Oh, fuck yes!”

“Cumslut! Whore! Slut! Fuck that g-spot. Squirt for me! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”

Slamming my knuckles into my g-spot, I squirt, seeing stars as I cum hard.

"That’s it slut, squirt for me. You filthy fucking whore! Cum!!!”

I babble as another orgasm crashes.

“Wear that slutty little pussy out for me. Spank that throbbing clit again. Hard!”

“Oh fuck yes! Hurts so fucking good.” I mewl.

“Spank it harder, make it throb even more!”

I alternate between smacking my throbbing clit and pounding my wet needy cunt, my orgasm hitting hard and fast. I cry out as I cum once more. Breathless, my hand slips free as I float back down to earth.

“That was amazing baby. I love how dirty you got for me. How’s that itch now?”

Catching my breath, I smile. “It was amazing. You bring out the animal in me. That most definitely scratched my itch.”

“It wasn’t too much? Too harsh?”

“Neither my love. Now, tell me, when are you coming home? I miss you.”

“I’ll be home late Thursday afternoon. You should plan to take Friday off. I don’t intend on letting you out of bed until Monday morning.”

“That sounds like the perfect way to spend the weekend. I can’t wait for you to get home.”

“You mean you can’t wait for my cock to get home.”

“This is true,” I giggle. “While I do enjoy putting on a show for you and making do with my fingers or toys, I prefer the real thing.”

“It’s all yours as soon as I get home baby. Now it’s time for us to get some sleep. Sweet dreams. I love you.”

“I love you.”

I end the FaceTime and set my phone to Do Not Disturb mode. Settling down under the covers my lips curve into a smile. Thursday is two short days away.