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The next several days after Sluggers were a whirlwind of sexting and phone sex. Mark and I were getting pretty swept up in the thrill of whatever was happening between us. Or at least I was. But it felt like he was right there with me. We started talking every night. Mark stayed up chatting with me after his wife went to bed. I would talk to him on my way home from night class or work, or I’d let him distract me from reading or studying, to make me cum. I always hid the calls and texts from Molly. It felt strange to have such a big secret; I was normally pretty open about everything. But it was also really hot. For example, one night that week, Mark was texting me and working on turning me on while Molly and I were cooking and eating dinner together: Mark: I bet she sees you smiling at your screenSam: YeahSam: And writhing in my seat a bitMark: Where is she now?Sam: Sitting across from me at the tableMark: DaringMark: Facing her?Sam: YesSam: So I can hide my phone lolMark: Good slutSam: MmmMark: God I want to feel your pussyMark: Feel your assMark: Your mouthSam: FuckSam: Me too, all of itMark: I want to make you cum so badSam: Mmm me too“Who are you texting so incessantly over there?” Molly asked with a smirk.“No one,” I said, barely hiding my grin. “Just someone from work, asking me about covering a shift for them this weekend.” I knew Molly wouldn’t buy my obvious lie, but luckily she didn’t press me any further for the moment. Trying to compensate, I forced myself to put the phone down for a few minutes and focus on the meal and Molly. We talked about our days and other random stuff. I’d already silenced my phone so that there wouldn’t be constant dings or vibrations from Mark’s messages, but even as I tried to focus on the conversation at hand, I couldn’t think about anything other than wanting to read his texts. At the next break in conversation, as Molly got up to get us both more wine, I caved and clicked on my phone again. There were several new texts waiting: Mark: That pussy must be wetMark: Lips so swollenMark: Clenching hard?Mark: I want you to clench your pussy Mark: And releaseMark: Keep doing that for meMark: I want to push in deep and feel that clenchMark: Then I want to pull out a little and feel it squeezing just below my headMark: So tight as I push back inMark: Holding my cock inside as you squeeze around meMark: I want you to be my slut and cumMark: I want to feel how wet and sloppy you areMark: I want to hear that wetnessMark: Your moansI nearly cursed out loud as I read through the messages, feeling my pussy clench on cue, squeezing my thighs together. I bit my lip to hide my grin as I texted back,Sam: I can’t cum in front of her! LolThe three dots popped up immediately, showing Mark was already responding.Mark: Go to your roomMark: Or the bathroomMark: Call me when you get thereMark: I want to hear how hard you cum thinking about me fucking youSam: FuckI got up right then, in the middle of dinner, and just told Molly that I’d be right back before rushing out of the kitchen. I went down the hall to my room and closed the door behind me, already dialing Mark’s number. “Hi,” he whispered, answering on the first ring.“Hi,” I whispered back, a smile already growing on my face. “I just walked away in the middle of dinner.” He chuckled, “Naughty girl.” “What are you doing?” “Just went into the bathroom, hiding out. Let’s be quick.” “Okay,” I agreed, smirking to hear that he was getting close with me. “Tell me how you’d want me to fuck you right now.” “Ooh god,” I breathed, feeling a jolt of pleasure between my legs from his words. I closed my eyes and imagined falling onto the bed and feeling Mark climb on top of me, his hands on me, sliding my shorts and panties off, pushing my legs up and back. His cock slid inside of me right away, fucking me slowly at first, then building quickly. I told Mark everything I was thinking, flopping down on my bed and sliding a hand in my shorts and panties, touching. He groaned. “I can feel it building, your body shaking.”“Yess,” I whimpered. “Touch yourself now. Slide your hand into your shorts and underwear. Play with your pussy for me,” he directed, his sexy, gruff voice in my ear. “I am. So close already,” I breathed amidst soft moans.“Fuck. You’re so hot as you get close. I’m so hard.” I moaned louder, imagining him hard and stroking in his bathroom, hiding out from his wife. There was another tingle of pleasure, and I felt myself getting wetter. “Keep going.”“Pulling back and flipping you over onto your stomach, dragging you up by your hips, onto your hands and knees.”“Ooh fuck…”“Rubbing my cock along your slit, then pushing deep inside you. Squeezing and slapping your ass. Pulling your hair and fucking you hard.”I felt his words in my pussy, and then I was rolling over the edge as my fingers rubbed frantic circles over my clit. “Oh my god… I’m cumming… fuck!” I struggled to control the volume of my moans and the spasms, causing my whole body to arch and jerk. “That’s it, cum hard for me,” Ataşehir Escort Mark said, encouragingly. “You’re such a naughty slut. That’s so hot that you got up in the middle of dinner to cum for me.” “Mmm,” I moaned, coming down from the orgasm. “I love cumming for you, listening to your voice.” “Yeah? You like being my slut?” I sighed out another soft moan, reacting to his words once again, my pussy clenching, thighs squeezing together. “Yes. I really do.”“Good. I like making you my slut. I want to hear how wet you are for me.”“Okay,” I agreed easily. “Good girl. Hold the phone down by your pussy while you finger yourself. Are your clothes off?” “No, I just had my hand inside my shorts and panties.”“Pull them down now, so I can hear you.”“Okay,” I agreed again, lifting my hips to slide the shorts and panties down in one movement. I glanced out the window, my curtains wide open to the view of another apartment building right across the street. I had a brief thought of getting up to close the curtains but quickly dismissed the idea as I pulled my shorts and panties off over my feet. I brought the phone down near my pussy, spreading my legs and sliding two fingers inside, thrusting them in and out, and hearing the sloshing sound of my wetness right away. I started thrusting and rubbing faster, making the sound more audible and working myself up again. After a few moments, I brought the phone back to my ear. “Could you hear it?” I asked Mark. “Yes, I heard it. Your pussy sounds so wet. I remember how wet you felt the other night at Sluggers.”“Yeah, you made me so wet that night. I came so hard on your fingers. And I’ve gotten so wet every time we’ve talked since then.”“Mmm I like that a lot. Do you hear me stroking for you?” I listened carefully as he moved the phone down towards his cock. I heard the slick sound of his hand sliding on his cock quickly, either wet with pre-cum or lubed up with something. “Yes, I can hear it,” I told Mark when he brought the phone back to his ear. “I’m gonna cum thinking about how good it’ll feel to slide my cock into that wet pussy of yours. I need to feel you soon. We need to find a time.” “I want that so much,” I moaned, breathing hard again, feeling close to cumming a second time. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum really hard for you.” “Mmm,” I moaned. “That’s so hot.”“Cum again with me,” Mark ordered. “Rub your clit. Cum again before you go back out to dinner and have to figure out how to explain to Molly where you ran off to.” “Fuck…” I muttered, feeling so close again.“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he groaned, then grunted repeatedly. I imagined each grunt was timed with a spurt of cum shooting from his cock. That’s all it took to send me over the edge again. “Oooh god,” I moaned, jerking up and grinding on my hand again. “I’m cumming, too!” I felt the wetness spreading over my pussy as my fingers rubbed it around. “Mmm,” Mark moaned softly once the groaning subsided. “You came again when you heard me cumming?” “Yes,” I breathed, coming down and relaxing on the bed again. “Hearing you grunting like that and imagining your cum shooting into me.”“Fuck, Sam. That’s so hot.” “Mmm,” I sighed. “I want you so much.”“You’re gonna have me soon,” he promised. “I have to clean up.” “Okay,” I agreed. “And you have to get back to your dinner.”“Yes,” I laughed softly. “I’ll text you later.”“Okay. Have a good night until then.” “You too. Bye for now.” “Bye,” I said with a smile, then hung up. With a last sigh and a big smile on my face, I pulled my shorts and panties back on as I got up, straightening my clothes and hair before heading back out to the kitchen. Molly was scrolling on her phone at the table when I came back. “Everything okay?” she asked, looking up when I reentered the room.“Yeah, sorry. I just wanted to call to get the shift figured out, and she was offering to take one of mine in exchange, so I had to look at my calendar to figure it out.” It was still a terrible lie, but I was fairly proud of myself for coming up with something fairly plausible. “No worries,” Molly said easily. Did she actually believe me? “Want to watch an episode of 90210 before homework time?” “Yeah, let’s do it,” I agreed eagerly. I actually had a ton of work to do and knew I’d be up late, but I felt like I needed to agree to anything Molly asked me to do. I guess it was probably the guilt, knowing what I had just done, and what I was keeping from her. Either way, watching TV with her was way more fun than all the reading and other assignments that I had waiting.***The constant texting continued for the next few nights. Mark always wanted to know what I was doing, whether I had been turned on at all during the day, whether I’d touched myself or done anything with anyone. Mark: You’re going to cum every night until we find a time to get together againSam: Oh? Sam: Will these orgasms all be your doing?Mark: You tell meMark: Anyone else making you cum these days?Sam: No, not on a daily basis lolMark: No boyfriend?Sam: You’re Ataşehir Escort Bayan just asking me this now? LolMark: lolSam: No boyfriendMark: Fuck buddies? Random hookups?Sam: Not latelyMark: Then yes, all of your orgasms better be my doingSam: Mmm okayMark: You like that?Sam: YesMark: GoodMark: I want you to let me know whenever you’re touching yourself Mark: So if you’re ever playing when we’re not texting or talking, I want you to call me whenever you’re about to cumMark: I’ll try to get away to call you and listen, but if I’m not able to, call and leave me a voicemailSam: OkayMark: Good slutMark’s whole commanding attitude and demeanor made me feel like I was about to melt into a puddle; like I would do anything to please him. There was still a nagging thought that it probably wasn’t normal for me to enjoy the name-calling and orders so much. I wasn’t sure what it meant, that it turned me on the way it did. But despite the hesitation I felt, I didn’t hold myself back. It didn’t take long for things to progress beyond our late-night chats. Within the first few days, the texts started seeping into other parts of our days, checking in and messaging back and forth at multiple points.One morning, Mark texted me as I was on my way to work:Mark: I have some downtime before my next meeting. Have time to chat?Sam: I wishSam: Heading into work nowMark: Where do you work?Sam: On campus, at the gymMark: Nice. What do you do there?Sam: I’m a lifeguardMark: That’s really hot Sam: I teach swim lessons to kids, tooMark: We’ve been looking into signing the kids up for swim lessons, actuallyMy stomach dropped when I saw that message. He had kids, too? I knew that, if nothing else, should be enough to turn me off from anything more happening between us. I could only imagine what Molly would have to say about it if she found out. But then I imagined Mark coming to my gym to sign his kids up for lessons. Requesting me as the instructor. Bringing them in every weekend, possibly with his wife. Fuck. Another involuntary smile spread across my face. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just waited for him to send another message.  Mark: Taking on any new clients?Sam: Yeah, I have some slots openMark: I bet you do, naughty girlSam: :)Sam: I should go, thoughSam: Have to change and get out to the poolMark: Are there normally many people swimming there?Sam: Not so many during the day. It can get pretty busy in the early mornings and evenings with lap swimmers. And weekend mornings for swim lessons. Mark: So probably not too crowded for this shift? Sam: No, it didn’t look very crowded when I checked on my way into the locker roomMark: GoodMark: I want to turn you on while you’re sitting in your lifeguard chairMark: Do you think you could keep your phone with you discreetly?Fuck. I knew how much trouble I could get in if a manager came back and caught me with my phone out. But I also knew how much I wanted to do it, anyway. My mind went straight to work coming up with a plan to get away with what Mark was asking: I could keep my phone hidden in the storage clipboard where we kept the pool attendance record sheets. Then, if a manager walked in, I could hide it quickly and make it look like I was just getting out the pen to record the attendance. I knew I’d still have to pay attention to the swimmers, obviously. But the only patrons we normally got during the day were adult lap swimmers, and the pool was only four feet at the deepest point, so there was not a lot to be concerned about. Without giving it another thought, I responded to Mark:Sam: MaybeHe got back to me right away. Mark: Good girlMark: Let me know when you’re in the chairSam: OkSmiling with anticipation, I changed quickly into my swimsuit, then slid my phone into the front, between my boobs, before pulling back on my t-shirt and shorts. Then I headed out to the pool deck. I put my bag in the pool office and met up with my coworker on the deck as she climbed down from the guard chair. We chatted for a couple of minutes, but I made a point of not continuing the conversation, feeling eager for her to leave so I could text Mark back. As she was getting ready to go, I climbed up to the platform and sat in the guard seat. Then, when I saw and heard the locker room door close behind her, I reached up my shirt and into my suit, pulling the phone out and slipping it into the metal clipboard. I clicked on the screen and back into my text messages, then tapped out an all-clear message to Mark.Sam: Okay, I’m in the seat and alone, aside from two old guys swimming slow laps lolMark: GoodMark: I want you to try somethingSam: What?Mark: Imagine yourself on a warm beachMark: Warm sun, wearing a bikiniMark: All aloneMark: Just use your imagination, don’t respondSam: Ok…Mark: Imagine laying thereMark: Think about your nipplesMark: How they feelMark: Bumps forming as they start to hardenMark: Imagine how hard they are under that bikiniMark: Sticking out for all to seeMark: Focus on Escort Ataşehir themMark: Concentrate on the tingleMark: How they want to be touchedMark: Do not touch anythingMark: Just read my messagesMark: Concentrate on how you can feel the heartbeat on the tip of your nippleMark: So hardMark: TinglingMark: Pressing against the fabricMark: Imagine they are pinchedMark: Your clit should react to thatMark: Now imagine your lips: Mentally trace a slow line from the top, down one side, to the bottom, and back upMark: That clit should tingleMark: Your lips starting to swellMark: Wetness formingMark: Focus on that wetnessMark: How smooth it feelsMark: You can feel your lips move a littleMark: Concentrate on that clitMark: Breathing a little fasterMark: ShallowMark: Nipples still hardMark: Clit throbbingI had to force myself to look away from the phone then, getting caught up in all the reactions Mark was describing. I crossed my ankles, thighs squeezing together. Breathing hard, feeling my chest heaving a bit, nipples hard and poking through my suit and t-shirt. I closed the clipboard with my phone inside and scanned around the pool, giving myself a chance to calm down a bit. But I didn’t last long before feeling the pull to look back. By the time I opened the clipboard again, what couldn’t have been two minutes later, several new messages had appeared, and more were still coming in. I needed to scroll up to find where I’d left off reading.Mark: Imagine what the inside of your pussy feels likeMark: How it wants to feel something insideMark: Your lips actually feel like they’re parting a littleMark: Your clit throbbing moreMark: Inside wanting to squeezeMark: Trying to wrap around a hard cockMark: Focus on how your pussy is clenchingMark: Lips swelling moreMark: Imagining how warm and wet you are insideMark: Breathing a little harderMark: Breasts firmerMark: Focus on that openingMark: Feel how it wants to open widerMark: Concentrate on thatMark: Your clitMark: Imagine your g spotMark: Breathing a little moreMark: Sweat forming between your breastsMark: Nipples rock hardMark: Concentrate on how that g spot feelsMark: Your pussy clenching around an imaginary cockMark: Butterflies in your tummyMark: TwitchingMark: A kiss on the side of your neckMark: A warm breathMark: A whisper: You’re going to cumI nearly moaned out loud when I read that message. Just then, I heard the echoing sound of one of the locker room doors closing. My head jerked up, and I looked over just in time to see the Building Manager on duty walking toward me in the chair. I clicked the clipboard shut and tried forcing myself to remain calm and act casual. “Hey Sam, how’s it going?” It was a guy named Ryan, a grad student who I’d been working with since I started as a freshman when he was a junior. We’d always been casually flirty, and he was a pretty laid-back guy, so even though I still felt my cheeks flushing, knowing what I’d been up to before he came in, I could breathe a little easier knowing that I was unlikely to get in trouble with him. “Hey,” I responded, hoping I sounded casual enough. “It’s… going. Not super exciting back here.” He chuckled along. “Yeah, no shit. Need some coffee or something to keep you awake?” I laughed a little, feeling my blush deepen as I thought about what was actually keeping me awake and preoccupied during the shift. “No, I think I’ll be okay. Thanks, though.” “Okay, no worries. Everything else good?”“Yeah, everything’s great,” I smiled, still blushing. Ryan seemed to pick up on the blushing and squirming then. “You sure?” he asked with a smirk.I laughed back, a little too much for it to sound completely casual. “Yeah, I promise I’m fine. Sorry.” I knew he probably thought I was flirting with him and worried that he might hang around to keep talking for a while. Luckily, he got a call over the walkie-talkie just then and had to go. I waited as he listened to the message and then responded, saying he was on his way.Then he looked back up at me. “Alright, well, let me know if that changes. And whatever you’re smoking, I’m gonna want some later,” he added with a wink as he made his way to the door. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t quite lose the smile. “Ha ha.” Then he was gone. I took another deep breath, scanned the pool again, and reopened the clipboard, seeing that Mark’s texts were still going, still coming in. I scrolled up to the last message I’d read and continued from there.  Mark: A whisper: You’re going to cumMark: Pussy clenchingMark: Feel that?Mark: Your pussy can’t stop itMark: Breathing harderMark: Concentrate deep inside your pussyMark: Another kissMark: Another whisperMark: CumMark: Time to cum for meMark: You’reMark: MyMark: SlutMark: Concentrate on that pussy as it buildsMark: As it wants to releaseMark: As it squeezesMark: Your clit throbbing so hardMark: CumMark: Let your pussy cumMark: Feeling itMark: CumMark: Tummy twitchingMark: SquirmingMark: So wetMark: Don’t touchMark: Just let yourself cumFuck. I felt my pussy throbbing and clenching, and all the other physical reactions Mark described. I couldn’t help responding, even though he had said not to. I needed him to know that I was there with him. The effect that his messages were having on me. Sam: FuckMark: Feel that?Sam: YesMark: You are going to cumSam: Oh my god Sam: Fuck I’m so close

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