Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

Charlotte found herself not wanting him to leave, and it was difficult to pull herself away each time he returned for just one more kiss or just one more touch. Dressed in a sheer robe, she kissed him one final time, smiling and telling him that she would see him when he got back. She was quickly becoming completely wrapped up in him, and she loved every moment of it. Her spacious apartment felt slightly empty after he left, and she went to shower and dress. A quick phone call had two movers at the apartment within the hours bringing in boxes of her belongings and her mothers crystal and china, along with its cabinet, from the old house. They were her things, and she couldnt live without them. With a little rearranging and work, her belongings were in place, and she spent the rest of the weekend relaxing and shopping. She purchased several new dresses and other outfits, as well as some lingerie to surprise Paul when he returned. The week was quiet Charlotte found that hed arranged for her to attend one of the top culinary arts schools, located in the city, and classes began rather quickly. She spent her week text him and attending classes, and there were days when flowers arrived at her school for her, a pleasant surprise that made her feel cared for in a way she hadnt felt in years. He called every night, and they talked about his work and her classes, and occasionally they indulged in phone sex. By the middle of the week, she had really begun to miss him, more than she had at first, and when she caught that tone in his voice, the one that meant he had a specific command, she welcomed it, even if the command was more risqu than she had anticipated. The call had come at lunch, while she was on break between classes, and shed had the rest of the day to consider precisely what she would do for him. Back in the apartment, she spent a good hour trying to position her phone to get a decent angle and arranging the room so that it was ready for her little show. The room was lit only by a lamp near the bed, so that Charlotte seemed to glow, and a soft music played in the background. She changed into a sheer black robe, and as she prepared to record she felt a rush of nerves and excitement. Shed never done anything like this before. Pressing record, she bit her lip, looking at the camera with a small smile. Im thinking of you, Paul, only you. She let her robe fall open, so that he could see her smooth skin, the curves of her breasts, the stars on her hipbone and the rose on her breast. Reclined on the bed, she let a hand slide down her neck, fingers eventually reaching her nipple to tease it until she was gasping softly and it was erect the left nipple received the same treatment, all the while she kept her eyes on the camera, as though she was looking at Paul. She moved the phone, placing it so that he could see her as she slowly began to tease her clit, moaning his name softly as she did so. The little gold hoop glittered slightly, and she felt her hips begin to move as she focused her attention on her clit, the wetness between her thighs growing. She moaned again, her fingers dipping into her folds, soft wet noises could be heard, and she bit her lips softly. All the while she thought of Paul, of his reaction to her moans of his name, how wet she got just thinking of him. Her fingers move slowly in and out, pumping firmly and deeply as her thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it firmly. Oh Paul, this feels so good. She whispered softly, her voice already trembling, and she began to gyrate her hips slowly, maintaining a steady rhythm. Her fingers became drenched, and she slid them from her body, licking them slowly for him to see and then returning them to plunder her body. She continued the agonizingly slow actions over and over, her body trembling, until she could stand it no longer. She let her fingers speed up pressing deeper, until her body quaked and she began to cry out. Paul, Paul Im going to, there was a pause as she moaned out breathless. Im going to cum. Her release felt like her body was a string pulled to tight, snapping instantly, and she felt her juices flow onto her bed. Oh god, that felt almost as good as if you were here, Paul. She fell back on the bed, whispering good night and pressing the stop button. After a few moments to catch her breath, she sent him the video, with the title Thinking of You. She placed the phone on its charger and moved to slip into her night gown. Dressed, she curled up among her pillows and awaited his response.