FANNY

Fanny’s Dirty Taboo Phone Sex

she decides the pace

You’re already breathing hard and I haven’t even told you what I want yet. That’s fine. Most of you start that way the second you hear a dirty grandma pick up. I told you when you called that if you wanted real Taboo Phone Sex you were going to stay on the line until I finished saying what I had to say, and that means you don’t get to rush just because your hand is already down your pants. Slow down. I can hear it. Every little wet sound is coming through clear and I’m not even looking at you. Take your hand off for a second and just listen. That’s better. Now tell me what you’re wearing. And don’t lie. I can always tell when you’re lying.

Good. Nothing on underneath. I figured. Most of you can’t help yourselves once you know I’m older, bossy, and not in any hurry. So if you were picturing some sweet little grandma you can stop. I’m sitting here with my legs crossed and my robe open enough that you’d see everything if you were in the room, and I’m not in a rush to close it. You can picture that while you put your hand back. Slow. I said slow. You’re going to edge for me while I talk and you’re going to tell me every time you get close so I can decide if you stop or not.

There. That’s the sound I like. You’re already leaking and we’ve barely started. I can hear it in the way your breath catches when I say certain words. Like when I tell you I’m going to make you stay hard the entire time I’m on the phone with you. Or when I mention that if you cum before I say you can, you’re going to have to sit there and listen to me describe exactly how I’d use you if you were here. You just made that little noise again. Good. Keep going. Ten more strokes then stop. Count them out loud so I know you’re not cheating. One. Two. You’re rushing the last few. Start over. I have all afternoon.

You want to know what I’m doing with my free hand? I’m not touching myself yet. I’m just resting it on my thigh and letting you suffer. That’s part of it. You get to hear me shift in the chair, the ice in my glass, me taking a slow sip, and you don’t get any relief until I feel like giving it to you. Right now I feel like making you describe exactly how hard you are. Go on. Tell me. Is it throbbing? Is the head wet? Are you having to squeeze the base so you don’t lose it? I thought so. Keep your hand there and don’t move it. Just hold it while I decide what else I want to tell you.

Alright. You can put your hand back. Slow. I mean it. If I hear you going too fast I’m hanging up and you can call back later when you’re ready to listen. There. That’s better. Now tell me what you’d do if you were standing in front of me right now. Would you get on your knees and wait until I decided you could touch me? Or would you try to bend me over the arm of the chair? Be honest. I already know which one most of you pick. And I already know you’d last about thirty seconds if I let you. That’s why you’re not here. You’re on the phone and I’m in control and you’re going to keep edging until I decide you’ve earned it.

You’re close again. I can hear it. Stop. Hands off. Don’t you dare finish. Not yet. This is Taboo Phone Sex the way I like it. You’re going to sit there hard and frustrated while I take another sip and you’re going to thank me for it when I finally let you stroke again. Yes, I’m still sitting here with the robe open. Yes, I’m still not in a hurry. And yes, I’m going to make you wait until I feel like it before I even think about letting you cum. That’s the deal. You called for a dirty grandma and this is what you get. If you don’t like it you can hang up. But you won’t. You’re still listening.

Good boy. Now you can stroke again. Ten slow ones, then stop and tell me how close you are. I want to hear the exact moment you think you’re about to lose it. That’s when I’ll decide if you get to keep going or if you have to sit there with your hand on your thigh and listen to me talk. Most of the time I make you wait. Sometimes I let you ruin it while I’m still talking. Depends on how polite you’ve been. Right now you’ve been pretty good, so I might let you have a real one after I finish my drink. Or I might not. You’ll find out when I do.

There. That’s the sound. You’re right on the edge again and I haven’t even decided yet. Hands off. Stay there. I’m taking another slow sip. You can hear the ice. You can hear me set the glass down. And you still don’t get to cum. Not until I say so. You can stroke. Slow. And if you cum before I say you can, you’re going to sit there and listen to me describe exactly how I’d use that mouth of yours if you were here. Your choice.

You lasted longer than I thought you would. I’m almost done with my drink and you’re still holding it. That’s sweet. You can finish now. Slow. I want to hear every bit of it. Go on. Let it go. There you go. That’s what I like to hear. A good boy who waited until Grandma was ready. Now thank me. And don’t you dare hang up until I say you can. I’m still talking.