I had been thinking about her and looking forward to this all day. I had met Julie in an Internet chatroom and we had had fun talking to each other. We found we had similar interests and soon our casual chatting had become more flirty and sexy. One day we took a step forward and cybered. It was amazing. We seemed to “click” together naturally and we enjoyed spending time with each other.

My hobby is writing erotic stories and “publishing” them on a sex story site I belong to. I had given Julie the URL link and she enjoyed reading my stories. She had told me that reading my stories always got her wet and that she had often fantasized that she was the girl in the story. We had talked about the stories and about our own sexual interests and tastes as well. We had gotten to know each other pretty well.

One day, during one of our chats I decided it was time to step things up a bit.

“Julie,” I said “we have known each other for a couple months now and it has been really great talking to you and cybering and everything.”

“I have had fun too, John.” she said.

“I want to ask you something and I hesitate because I don’t know if I should.”

“What is it?”

“Well Julie, I was just wondering ... what you sound like.”

“What I sound like?”

“Yeah, your voice. What your voice is like. I’ll bet it is pretty.”

“Well I don’t know how pretty it is...” she said. “but I’ve wondered about yours as well.”

I convinced her to send me her phone number through my email before she left for the night and once I had it, I couldn’t wait to call her the following evening.

“Julie? Julie Adams?”

“Yes?

“Hi Julie, It’s John.” There was a long silence.

“Julie?”

“Yeah ... I ... I’m here.”

“I hope it’s okay to call you?”

“It’s okay.”

Another long silence.

“Talk to me, Julie.”

“I ... I’m sorry. I just ... I was surprised by your call.”

“Well what do you think? Of my voice – you said you wanted to hear my voice.”

“It’s nice.”

“Well you sound fucking hot!” I said.

Another silence.

Julie’s voice grew quiet on the phone. Julie and I had been chatting and cybering through the Internet for some time. And over that time, our conversations had grown more and more intimate. I knew that she lived alone in her apartment. Julie was a medical receptionist at a local clinic. She was in her mid 20’s, fair-skinned with long flaming red hair and a few faint freckles across her nose.

She had sent me some cell phone pics of herself and even though they weren’t of very good quality (cell phone photos rarely do the subject justice!), I could tell she was very beautiful. She had a smoking hot body with the kind of tits a man loves to suck upon. Full and firm with hard pointy nipples that stood out just begging to be loved on. She had a tight, round ass and the most beautiful clean-shaven pussy that I had ever seen. Her green eyes made you just want to dive into them and her smile sparkled bright as the brightest star in the night sky.

“Julie, what are you wearing right now?” I asked, trying to move the conversation along.

She took a second to answer me. “Well, I was already for bed when you called. Right now all I’m wearing is my panties.” she said. The line was silent.

Through our chat conversations, Julie had told me about having phone sex before. In fact, that was what lead to our first cybering session. She had had phone sex before but never cybered – she said she didn’t know if she could even do it ... text as if she and I were having sex. But I assured her it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be.

As a writer, I use my imagination and fantasies as the building blocks of my stories. So after getting her to agree to try it, we had our first cyber session and while neither of us went away from that first one satisfied, we decided to give it a fair shake and soon we both were enjoying getting off with one another regularly.

I had taken it slow at first, letting her get to know me. And it was only when I felt she was comfortable with me that I proceeded to cybering. And that proved to be just what she needed. But I could tell from the way she talked that she wanted more than just conversation tonight.

I knew that she got turned on by the things that I would tell her during our cybering. So I decided to see just how far she was willing to go.

“What are you doing right now?” I asked.

“Thinking about you.”

“Oh? Is my girl horny?”

“Yes. I have been thinking about you since you talked about calling me. Wondering what you sounded like, what you would say – what I would say.”

“Well, let’s see what I can do to help you out then. Can’t have you going to bed horny – what kind of a man lets a beautiful thing like you go to bed needing sex? Would you like me to get you off?”

Julie’s breathing grew faster. I could hear it thru the phone. Then she answered me. “Yes, I would like that.”

“Okay, lay back on your bed and spread your legs. Are you wet? Is your pussy wet, Julie?”

“I’m getting there.” she said.

“Well you know, in my stories and in our cybering that I love to tease.”

“Yes, your stories are wonderful. I always love your stories.”

“Well now I’m going to tease you. I want that pussy nice and wet before we continue. Now reach down and rub your pussy through your panties.”

I heard a soft “yes” from the other end of the line.

My smile grew wider. “I told you that I love to slowly lick the outside lips of a woman’s sex; to suck her swollen pussy lips into my mouth and softly nibble on them. I want to lick your pussy ... I want to taste you.”

“Please...” she said, this time so softly I could barely make it out.

“You know Julie, I would start by licking you thru your panty. Can you imagine what my tongue would feel like running up and down your panty crotch?” I heard Julie’s soft moan. “You can feel it can’t you, baby? Touch it like my tongue would. Slide your finger tip up and down your panty.”

Suddenly, she moaned. “I can’t do that.”

I let her go silent for a few seconds. Then I began to talk to her. “Listen to me Julie. You got hot thinking about my tongue sliding up and down your wet slit. You love the idea of me licking and sucking your wet pussy. So touch it like I told you to and tell me how it feels.”

Suddenly, Julie moaned. “That’s right, Julie. Slide your finger up and down real slow. Just the way I would slide my tongue up and down. Can you feel it pressing between your pussy lips? Press it in, Julie.”

I smiled as she moaned. “Oh, I can feel your tongue licking me thru my panty.”

“Is your pussy wet now?”

I heard her soft gasp. “Yes! It’s wet.”

“Tell me. Tell me your pussy is wet. Use the words, just like if we were cybering.”

“Ohhh ... my pussy ... is so wet...” she moaned over the phone.

“Good girl. Now slip off those wet panties and we’ll get down to business.”

Hearing her heavy breathing and soft mewling, I felt my cock begin to grow hard. “I don’t want ignore your beautiful tits either Julie. Are your nipples growing hard?” Julie’s breath grew more ragged. “Reach up and squeeze your nipples, and tell me if they’re hard, Julie.” I waited while she complied.

“Oh, god...” she moaned. “Yes ... so hard...”

“Pinch one between your thumb and forefinger. Pull it slowly Julie. That’s the way I would suck it into my mouth.” I heard her soft, “Ohh”. I closed my eyes and imagined her doing what I told her to. “Do you want more, Julie? Do you want me to continue talking to you?”

Julie’s breathing had grown a bit faster. “Don’t stop talking. Please, John, don’t stop.”

I smiled. “And will you do what I tell you to do?” This time her yes was barely above a whisper.

“That’s more like it. Now as I talk to you, I will tell you to do certain things. I want you to follow my orders without question. Will you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh!” I could hear her ragged breathing. I knew that she was hot and I decided to find out if she had reached her submissive turning point.

“You like me talking about that juicy cunt, don’t you? You want to hear about how I will eat your sweet juicy pussy. Then when I have had my fill, I will fuck it. I will fuck your pussy and make you cry out for more. I will fuck you until you scream for mercy! That’s what you want isn’t it, slut? Admit it to me!”