After locking my office door, I called Trudy. Just from the plaintive tone of my hello, she knew why I’d called. Sometimes when I get jammed up at work, about the only thing I can think of is making love with her. I can’t get my mind off her warm, liquid lips.

Trudy knows that, and she knows that if she gets me off over the phone, I’ll do anything she wants when she gets home that night.

“Stuck again?” she asked. “Thinking about how you enjoy eating me?”

Trudy had me unzip my pants and cradle the phone with my shoulder against my left ear. I put my left hand behind the chair, as instructed, and stroked my quickly hardening penis with my right hand.

“If I were there,” she said, “your right hand would be behind the chair, too. Imagine me kneeling in front of your chair and pushing your thighs apart. I’d run my tongue up the underside of your cock, until I was ready to take it in my mouth.”

Quickly, her words had me hopelessly swollen. My mind raced to images and sensations I’d felt before and could never get enough of. Trudy loves to lick the head of my cock like a popsicle, with her tongue wide and soft, until I’m bloated to bursting. Sometimes she’ll back off to take a mental snapshot of my delirium before plunging her mouth down over my cock and taking me all the way down her tight throat. I don’t know how she does it, but it’s the most intense sensation that I’ve ever known.

“Wait, stop,” she said. “Just run your fingertips up the underside of your cock. It’s hard, isn’t it?”

It was, and I told her so. She said she’d never made me come just by running her fingernails lightly up and down my cock. I could have come from a feather’s touch just then, but she told me to stop touching myself. I was on the edge, but waited, wallowing in that consuming pleasure.

Trudy knows how to make each orgasm unforgettable and she said, “Maybe you should wait until tonight. I’m sure I could make you come just by blowing on you.” I begged to come. She demanded that we not leave the bedroom except for food for the next two nights, and I agreed.

“Tonight, Cal, after you’ve made me come with your mouth, I’m going to lay you on the bed and tease your cock until you can’t stand it.” Trudy told me to start touching myself, then said, “And then I’m going to straddle you and guide you between my pussy lips, just the head, work my way down, and pinch your nipples.”

I stroked myself lightly and thought of the head of my cock compressing and expanding once through her opening, of her engulfing me, pulling me, as ever, into her encompassing chasm of warm pleasure and strong contractions. And then I came, my ass tightening as my contractions sent shivers up my back.

When I’d regained my senses, Trudy said, “When I get home, I’ll let you lick my juices from my finger. And Cal, start drawing my bath at 6:00.”