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I’m still not satisfied. I hauled myself to the bathroom to take a shower, maybe that would ease my emptiness. As the warm water fell upon me, calming me down. I could feel my body relaxing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the steamy shower. I lay down in my bed at four am.
I could have gone two more times with Sawyer, but he wasn’t what I wanted. This sucks! I can’t even enjoy Owen and Sawyer now that Carson and Zo have brought their big dicks into my world. My mind painted a mental image of Carson and Zo fucking me. I wouldn’t mind that being my first threesome. I refuse to call Carson. But, ugh, I don't want to call Zo and seem like some desperate bitch.
That was a fleeting thought. I called him.
“Hello,” he answered sleepily.
“I'm sorry.”
“What?”
“Zo.”
“McKinzi. What's up, baby?”
“I—I—when are you coming back?” I asked.
“You mean to town?”
“Yeah.”
“Soon. Why?”
“I was just wondering.”
“It's four a.m. Where are you? Were you thinking about me?”
“I was thinking about you.”
“What were you thinking?”
“That my pussy misses you?”
He laughed sexily. “Oh, tell her I miss her too.”
“She wants you to come now, can you?”
“I can't come there now, but I can cum, now.”
“Oh,” I said and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was Zo, video chatting me. I answered right away. He was lying in bed with a sexy smirk. “So, you miss me?”
I nodded innocently.
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“I need to see how much,” he said, smirking mischievously at me.
I had a thought, and got up, heading from my closet. Reaching into my toy box, I pulled out my favorite toy; a pink, silicon twelve speed dong and vibrator. It always makes me the wettest.
I sat on the floor, sitting the phone down against the nightstand and spread my legs right in front of the screen.
“Yummy,” he said.
“It is yummy. You want to taste it?” I asked, pouting a bit as I gently glided my fingers around my folds. I opened up my flower with my index and longest finger.
“I want to stick my tongue inside of it and tongue fuck you until you cream in my mouth.”
“I want you to do that,” I said, getting turned on.
He widened the screen, and his beautiful appendage appeared as he stroked it.
I reached behind me, revealing my toy.
See, Carson would never talk to me like this, he’d never be comfortable enough. That’s why Zo is the one I want. He understands me.
“You came prepared.”
“It's only because I have to. You owe me. I need your dick as soon as possible.”
“Next month, baby. I'll be up there to tear that ass out the frame for you.”
“I can't wait.” I rubbed the head of my toy around my folds, the wetness showing on screen. He made licking motions in the camera.
“Lick it. Suck my clit.”
“Give me that fucking clit, so I can bite it off.”
“Bite it!” I encouraged as I became even more wet, inserting my toy, which went in with ease given the lubrication inside me.
“You taste so good.” He licked his lips.
I pulled the toy out of me and shoved it in my mouth, letting it ease out slowly as I moaned and made yummy sounds.
I couldn't play anymore, I had to be penetrated. I eased the toy back inside of me, scooting my vagina closer to the screen. I watched him stroking his dick. Hearing him groan made me fuck myself harder with that toy.
“Zo,” I whined. I know exactly how his dick feels inside of me, so I know how to manipulate the toy and maneuver it to mimic it.
I closed my eyes, imagining Zo inside of me. This made me drive it in harder and harder until I exploded, pushing the toy out of my vagina covered in frosty, creamy jelly. I breathe heavily. Zo had already cum while I was tooling myself. Once I stared into the screen, he was smiling back at me.
“Mm, I can't wait to beat that pussy up. You're a dirty girl. I didn't realize you were so fucking naughty. It almost makes me want to come up there right now and drill the shit out of you.”
“Are you going to fuck me good, Daddy?”
“I’m going to fuck you good!” he agreed.
“Do it, now.”
“I can't—work. But soon I'll be up there. Make sure you have that toy handy.”
“I have lots of toys.”
“You like toys?”
“Yeah.”
“So do I. I'll show you some of mine sometime.”
“Can't wait.” I smiled.
“Well, shit. It's like five a.m., and I got to go to work in the morning. Thanks for letting me watch you fuck the shit out of yourself.”
“You're welcome.” I laughed, my cheeks warming a little. “Bye.”
The video chat ended, and I lay down right there on the floor, so satisfied.
After a while my mind was blank. I stared aimlessly ahead and the urge to call Carson rose in me. I quickly evaded it. A few moments more passed, and I couldn't help but think: I fucked Owen tonight. I fucked Sawyer tonight. Then I fucked myself pretending it was Zo. The only satisfying orgasm I had was with Zo watching. I had absolutely everything I wanted... so why would I think about Carson? I’m just a gluttonous nympho. Aren’t I?
I sighed, sitting up and gazing into the moonlit room. I rested my arms on my folded legs. That feeling of wanting to hear Carson’s voice rising in me again. I tilted my head to the left and closed my eyes, unable to get it out this time. I picked up the phone and called him. And after two rings, he answered.
“Kin?” That breathy, beautiful voice hit my ear. After all the sex I had had that night, that voice was really what satisfied me. “What’s wrong? It’s like four-thirty in the morning.”
I closed my eyes and a sense of release and relaxation came over me.
“Kin?” His sweet and sexy voice called.
“S—sorry. I had a bad dream. I just...” That was the lamest excuse ever.
“What was it about?” he asked without hesitation. I heard shuffling covers, so I assumed he sat up.
I was filled with so much anger. My teeth gritted as I tried not to cry, my heart painfully loathing my confused feelings. I hated that after just hearing his voice I was more satisfied than I had been all night. I shook my head and huffed, sending a gust of air out my nostrils, resting my head in my hand. I’m not asking him to come here!
“N—It doesn’t matter,” I said, my voice wavering.
“Oh, okay.” He accepted. “Did you just want to talk to someone?”
I just wanted to talk to you.
“Y—yeah. I’m fine now.” I laughed, nervously, but it was fake. “Thanks for answering.”
“I’ll always answer when it’s you. Whenever. For a moment I thought maybe, you were calling me because you actually wanted to talk to me or wanted to see me. I thought maybe you realized we’re perfect for each other.”
Shut up! “Carson, do you know how many people I’ve slept with? It’s well into the double digits. Have you ever tied a girl up before, fucked her in the ass with whatever you wanted?” I said, vindictively.
“Uhm, no?”
“Carson, let it go. We’re not supposed to be together. We’re not perfect for each other. If you knew the kind of shit I was into, you wouldn’t even want to stick your dick inside of me.” I loathed myself and him.
“Whoa, Kin. I—” I didn’t let him finish.
I ended the call and threw my phone across the room. I couldn’t help it this time—I cried, with my head on my folded arms. I cried until I fell asleep. The worst thing about it was that I wasn’t even sure of the exact reason I was crying.