The next three weeks fall into a familiar rhythm. Tom and Paisley chat almost every day. Paisley works as a nurse in a downtown Chicago hospital. Long night shifts mean she wakes up around 11:00. 9:00 for Tom on West Coast time. He is usually in the middle of his work morning when she comes online, drowsy and with a cup of coffee in her hand. And horny. Really horny.
Tom glanced at his laptop screen. For the seventh time in the last five minutes. A certain twenty-two-year-old was on his mind. She consumed his thoughts lately. He was always thinking about what she was doing and when he could talk to her next. Talk, he chuckled. He longed to hear her voice. He imagined what she would sound like. He dreamed of actually being next to her, to feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin. Shaking his head, Tom realized that he had been lost again, in the vortex that centered around his obsession with her. He was an addict and he did not want help. He only wanted her.
Paisley yawned and grabbed her cup of coffee. Last night's shift was still residing in her shoulders and upper back, manifesting as a dull ache. She wished for a strong pair of hands to work out the kinks and maybe help with the ache in her loins. It had been too long since she had the feeling of a thick cock filling her. She enjoyed sex but her schedule at the hospital made dating difficult. The guys she did manage to hook up with wanted only to get off and then leave. She had basically given up on finding any quality guys in the near future and instead had decided to concentrate on her career. Then she met Tom in the chat room. Since then she spent her time thinking about this older guy with the quick wit who knew how to make her wet with the turn of a phrase. She smiled as she could feel her juices begin to flow just thinking about logging on and chatting with him. If only he was here now, she would put his cock to good use.
Tom saw the little black box notifying him that Paisley had just logged on. A tinge of excitement caused his stomach to flutter, just a bit. It reminded him of how he felt in high school when the girl he had a crush on smiled at him. He sent a request to open a chat. She accepted.
Morning beautiful. The consult Tom was working on was forgotten for the time being.
Hey, stud. What are you up to? Paisley yawned again and tried in vain to get that kink between her shoulders to go away. She wondered how quickly Tom's hands could work their reported magic.
Working. I have to pay the bills. And waiting for you... He smiled as he typed. He loved the playful banter, routinely called Paisley beautiful, sexy, etc. He had a feeling that she was not complimented enough in real life and wanted to make sure that she received the proper amount when they were together on Lush.
Awww, little old me? You are a sweet old man.
Ouch. Old? Really? Ok, I may be old enough to be dad's younger brother but I can still lick that sweet little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. An image of Paisley's legs open, her lips moist and puckered waiting for his tongue flashed in his mind. His cock stirred as it always did when that image appeared. God, he wanted to make it a reality.
Hmmm, that sounds delightful. Come here to my bed and make me cum. I really need it, baby. Paisley reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the little silver bullet and switched it on. Paisley was determined to address at least one of her physical needs. If not the kink in her upper back, then she would satisfy the ache between her legs.
You know I would jump through this screen if I could. Tom enjoyed their banter, he really did. But he also felt the frustration of knowing that they would never actually do the things that were so often talked about. He pictured in his mind an image of Paisley on her bed in a nightshirt sipping coffee. The shirt was pulled up to reveal a smooth pair of lips, glistening and swollen. Her free hand was rubbing the swollen clit slowly. Paisley's eyes were closed and the coffee cup placed on the nightstand. Her other hand reached under the shirt, raising it to reveal a round breast with an erect nipple. In Tom's vision, Paisley pinched the nipple and pulled it away from her body. This distorted her breast in the best way. The slight sag of gravity was eliminated as the globe became perfectly round. Tom shook his head and looked back to the screen.
Hey, are you there? I said I really need to cum. No response. Really? Paisley could feel the vibrations of the bullet starting to work their magic. A wet spot on her sheets grew as her juices began to flow freely.
Sorry baby, I was distracted. I'm back now. Let's get you off.
I bet you were thinking of me and how wet my pussy is right now.
Guilty as charged. I throw myself on the mercy of the court.
We will see how merciful the court will be. It may depend on how good the court's orgasm is... She included a wink emoji. Cum with me please?
Tom unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. He reached for the lotion on his desk and filled his left hand. Of course baby. Are you rubbing your clit?
My little friend is buzzing it. Paisley rubbed the silver cylinder over her clit. Her body responded with a wave of pleasure. A flush of warmth spread from her nether region up to her stomach.
Pinch your left nipple. Roll it between your fingers for me. Tom paused for a couple of seconds then continued typing with his right hand as his left hand slowly worked up and down his now fully erect cock. Now pull it. Hard.
Paisley did as he commanded. She got a special thrill following Tom's instructions. It was almost like he was there with her. Almost, but frustrating that he was not. It felt so good to tug on her nipple. She liked to be a bit rough with them. She knew Tom knew that as they had discussed in detail what got her off. He could orchestrate her orgasm remotely like playing a video game.
Now let it go. Tom was literally replicating his earlier vision. He knew that Paisley loved rough nipple play and that she especially loved to pull hard on her nipple and then release it. She had told him that the feeling of her heavy breast falling back against her chest and the pain/pleasure of her nipple at that moment felt like nothing else. His cock twitched as the image of Paisley following his direction appeared in his mind. He glanced down at the head, noting it had become a dark purple.
Unnngggg, that feels so good baby. I'm so fucking close, please finish me. Paisley felt her pussy spasm. Her orgasm was close. Right now it was an itch the demanded to be scratched but it was just out of reach. Delicious like a ripe piece of fruit that beckoned her to pluck it. She reached and was oh so close.
Now three fingers baby. All the way in, deep. Tom typed in brief commands since it was with the right hand only. His left hand was pumping his cock at full speed now. He planned on them cumming together. Cum for me baby, cum now.
Paisley did as instructed and plunged three fingers into her sopping cunt. Tom usually worked up to three, starting with one and progressing slowly to the maximum her tight young pussy would allow. He had asked for four, but she could not manage it...yet. The fact he jumped to three must mean he was close to cumming as well. She loved knowing that his cock was likely ready to spurt hot cum all over his floor. This image, of Tom pumping his cock and the purple head swollen and ready to erupt sent Paisley closer to the edge. She pumped her fingers in and out. God, she was so close. Just a bit more...there, she could feel herself finally reach the forbidden fruit. Plucking it in her mind, her drenched pussy spasmed. Ohh god I'm gonna cum!
Tom saw the words appear on his screen. That was what he was waiting for and it sent him over the edge. He passed that familiar point of no return. The feeling all guys have when the pleasure transitions from promise to inevitable fulfillment. Those few moments in between were the grail of male orgasm. One last pump and he erupted. The first rope of hot cum shot up and away from him and splashed on the wood floor of his office. The next one followed and landed even further away from his chair. His vision darkened and an image of Paisley, naked and cumming flashed in his orgasm driven brain. When his vision cleared he saw a large pool of semen on the floor. He estimated it must be three or four feet away. He has always cum a lot, but this was an especially large load. He groaned as the afterglow of his orgasm washed over his body.
Paisley grabbed the fruit and fell over the edge. She fell hard. Her pussy clenched around her fingers and her legs locked up. For a few moments, she could not move. Her head fell to the side as she did not have the strength to hold it upright. Waves of pleasure rolled over her entire body. The sweet release was her only thought. Except for the vision of a large hard cock shooting ropes of cum at her. The first landed on her stomach, the next on her left breast and the third hit her bottom lip. It felt so real she could almost taste it. Salty and earthy, they were she loved it. As her orgasm subsided, Paisley thought about how she almost always imagined Tom shooting great ropes of cum all over her. Hmmm, she might have to make that a reality someday.