Phone Sex Roleplay: The New Girls Pt1
Heather’s heels clicked softly against the polished office floor as she walked through the maze of cubicles, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with the low hum of voices, some whispering, others moaning, all tangled together in a symphony of desire. She had only been working at the telecommunications company for a week, but already she felt like she’d stepped into another world—one where pleasure was the currency and inhibitions were left at the door.
Her call earlier had left her flustered, her skin tingling, her panties damp. The man on the other end of the line had a voice like velvet, and his words had been so explicit, so filthy, that she’d found herself squirming in her chair, her hand drifting often to the softness of her thighs.
He loved Heathers' Hotwife MILF stories.
The caller hung up within minutes (there's a joke in there somewhere) and she was pulsing. She’d managed to keep her composure, but now, as she wandered the office, she could feel how slick she was.
She wanted a coffee, an orgasm, and a 5-minute break.
A low, throaty moan, rich and unrestrained, spilled from one of the cubicles ahead. The sound was delicious, raw, and unfiltered, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
Fuck! Yes, fuck, suck, fuck, cum. All day every day. It's delectable and makes her insatiable.
As she approached the cubicle, she saw her: The new girl. Forbidden Dark Fantasies with Dahlia. Her hair cascaded across her shoulders, her lips parted as she murmured into the phone, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction. Heather’s eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Dahlia’s skirt was hiked up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs, and her hand was moving rhythmically over the fabric of her black panties. The sight was mesmerizing.
She could see the faint outline of Dahlia’s arousal through the thin material, the way her fingers pressed against herself with practiced ease. The moans coming from Dahlia’s lips were intoxicating, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through Heather’s body. She felt her pussy throbbing.
Dahlia’s eyes flicked up, locking onto Heather’s. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Dahlia didn’t stop, didn’t falter. Instead, she smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes, and leaned back in her chair, spreading her legs just a little wider. Her fingers moved faster, her moans growing louder, more urgent.
Heather’s breath hitched. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her body screaming for release. She knew she should walk away. Go get that coffee. But the thought of leaving now, of denying herself this moment, felt impossible. All morning, doing all sorts of different phone sex roleplay had her body buzzing.
Dahlia’s voice broke through her thoughts, low and sultry. “You want to cum with me?”
Is she talking to me or her caller? Heather just moved.
Stepping into the cubicle, my heart was racing. She dropped to her knees in front of Dahlia, her smile widened, and she shifted forward, giving Heather better access.
“That’s it,” Dahlia purred, her voice thick with arousal. “Don't stop. Keep jacking that cock for me.”
Heather motioned jacking Dahlia off.
They stifled giggles.
Pulling them down slowly, revealing the glistening wetness beneath. She leaned in, her breath hot against Dahlia’s skin, and pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Dahlia gasped, her hips bucking slightly, and Heather couldn’t hold back any longer.
She buried her face between Dahlia’s legs, her tongue sliding through the slick folds with hunger. Dahlia’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Heather’s tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every taste, every sound that escaped Dahlia’s lips.
“Oh fuck,” Dahlia breathed, her voice trembling. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Was she playing her Phone Sex Roleplay, or were the instructions for Heather?
Heather obeyed, her tongue circling Dahlia’s clit with increasing pressure, her hands gripping Dahlia’s hips to hold her in place. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure—the wet slide of Heather’s tongue, Dahlia’s ragged breaths, and the occasional creak of the chair as Dahlia writhed beneath her.
Heather sucked and moved her tongue faster, harder, until Dahlia let out a strangled cry, her body arching off the chair as she came. Heather didn’t stop, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Dahlia finally collapsed back into the chair, spent and trembling.
For a moment, they just sat there, the air between them thick with satisfaction. Then Dahlia reached down, cupping Heather’s chin and tilting her face up to meet hers. Her eyes were dark with desire, and her lips curved into a satisfied smile.
What a nice welcome to the Team!
Let's see what else Dahlia and Heather Get Up to in Part 2, coming Sunday.
Can they keep up with their Phone Sex Roleplay callers?
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