Mama Does Daddy

"What was that noise," Brenda whispered to Morgan after
poking her best friend in the ribs to wake her up!?! "W-what
time is it," Morgan asked sleepily, "I don't hear anything, go
back to sleep!!!" "Wake up, girl," Brenda implored once
again, "I'm not sure but it sounded like someone might be in
trouble!!!" Morgan rolled over onto her side, and after wiping
the sleep out of her eyes commented, "Are you sure you
has these plump fingers and toes - so sweet - so pink I could spend all day licking them ... and she's tight!!! She has the tightest pussy I ever fucked." "Hey, wait a minute. I thought this was phone sex. How can she have a tight pussy over the phone." "Well, I just know she does. God, I know everything about her. Trust me! Randi is the ... damn near perfect. Damn it... I call her every Saturday and well, I can't do it this Saturday.. and I can't bear her just waiting by the phone, waiting for me to call... So you have to call her for me. Here's her number. Tell her... that next week I'll be there for sure... and she can keep the money for this week's session.... please!!!!!" Jack looked at the wrinkled ad and smiled. Randi’s picture looked back at him. She wasn’t what he expected. She was full figure, exotic, with long black hair and green eyes. Not the California blondes he normally dated …yet he was drawn to her. He told himself that it was her full pouty lips but his eyes weren’t devouring those. No, his eyes were glued to her full round breasts and shapely full hips and firm thighs. This was a real woman, flesh and blood and he wondered what it felt like to hold her. "You’ll call her, won’t you", Tommy whimpered, jolting Jack back to reality. "Ok, ok ... I'll call her tomorrow, I promise. But this is a damn funny request to make on the eve of your wedding... don't you think?" Jack laughed, putting the ad in his shirt pocket. "Hell, wife or no wife, I can't give her up. Just wait until you hear her, she's an angel, you'll understand!" Jack slipped off his stool. "Sure I'll understand. Paying for sex when you can get the real thing anytime? It's a concept ...Come on, time to meet the others. The stripper should be there by now." The next morning Jack woke up, slid out from under the honey blonde with the 38D's, grabbed his shirt from last night and headed outside for a smoke. Leaning back on the railing, watching the sunrise, Jack reached into his shirt pocket for the pack of Marlboros but found Randi's number instead. "Poor dumb ass", he thought as he lit up and re-read the ad. Randi’s face looked back at him and he sighed "a promise was a promise". Reaching for the phone he dialed her number. The recording told him it was 6:45 am where he was calling. He let it ring. On the second ring a woman answered. There was something in the way she answered, something in her voice ... She reeked of sensual pleasures... like a good fuck that you wanted to last forever. There was silence, it was his turn to talk. Damn, Jack mumbled, remembering why he called. "Oh, mmm, I'm Jack Gleason, a friend of mine, Tommy, asked me to ... ahhh..." "... wait for him" she answered... "you tell him for me, sugar, tell him to enjoy his honeymoon... that I can wait." "Oh yeah, he said to keep the money for this session." Jack added. Randi laughed. "Jack, do you want to use this time? I am here for you, all alone for you." "Yeah sure", Jack answered. "So tell me babe, what are you wearing? What do you look like? What do you feel like?" She emitted a low soft laugh. "I am RANDI, get it? Hot and horny. I am Desire and Lust... I am the fantasy you wish to hold. I am real. I am the flesh and blood of a full-figured woman. But baby, I will slip through your fingers because you cannot believe. All you see is a fat woman that pulls money out of your friend’s pocket." Jack ignored her and continued, "So what are you wearing? I know -- garters, a push-up bra and 6 inch stiletto heels." "It's 7am here and it's cold outside. My heating bill was too high last month so I have the temperature set at a miserable 63 degrees. But I'm snug as a bug in a rug here in my down-covered bed" "As for what I'm wearing, I am wearing heavy socks over my red painted toes and my beautiful hips and ripe breasts are hidden under my favorite pair of striped pajamas." Again there was that something in her voice. This wasn't phone sex, this was ... like a warm chocolate chip cookie ... a feeling of home... safe and secure... gawd, it was all so confusing in his head. Jack continued listening as she talked...purred... teased... and he found his cock stirring, his mind hungry. He wanted so much to reach through the phone and touch her... kiss her... he shook his head trying to blow the thought out of his mind. "It has been an hour, my dearest Jack, I am afraid it is time for me to go. It has been delightful. Please tell Tommy thank you for leaving me in your hands. And tell him I can't wait until he comes back." "No!" Jack cried out. "No? No what, Jack? What's wrong?" "No, don't go. I want..." His voice trailed off. "Want what, Jack? Tell me, baby, what is it you want!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the all too perfect blonde. She smiled, running her tongue over her teeth as she walked closer. "I want to ... I want to meet you... touch you... do you ever go out? Can we maybe get a bite to eat? Is it possible?" "My, my, my, don't you work fast, Jack? In answer to your questions, I do go out, but not often. I love most things oral. Do you like oral, Jack!? Hmmm, do you like watching ruby red lips slide up and down your firm hard cock? Tell me about your cock, Jack. Is it big, hard, rock hard?!!!" "Yes", he grunted. The blonde dropped to her knees, lifted Jack's shirt tail and began sucking on his hard cock, fondling his balls. Randi continued, "Are your balls tight? full? Do you like it when I run my teeth over your shaft and gently bit your knob?" Gritting his teeth, Jack held her head in his hands and closed his eyes. "Do you like when I run my fingernails over your ball sack, scraping hard against that delicate skin while I pump you to the back of my throat? Or would you prefer me on my back, my body spread out in all its glory for you. my head over the edge of the bed, you rock-hard stuffed down my throat, your fingers mauling my melons, suffocating me with that big hard cock, pinching my fat nipples, abusing my wet clit." Randi moaned, "Ohhh, I am so wet, Jack." "My pussy is so wet. Can you see it between my wonderful thick thighs? My cunt is so ripe, so pink. My clit is so hard it aches, Jack." "Rub my clit, Jack, rub it hard. Feel it grow under your fingertips. Abuse it, work it, work itttttt. goooooddddddddd. Ohhh Jack, I'mmm cumming. Cum for me, Jack. Cum all over my face. Stand up and cum all over me." Jack pictured Randi's full ripe mouth, her pearly teeth, her voice….then letting out a loud groan, he came all over the blonde's face and tits. After a moment of silence, Randi whispered, "So food is a good thing... But meeting you? Hmmm, give me time to think on it. I'll give you my answer later." Then Randi hung up.

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