Phone Sex ♥︎
How long had it been since I sent her those masturbation photos of mine?
Han Gyeowool was frantically flipping through the pictures, busy tapping the save button over and over.
She covered her mouth with one hand, completely absorbed in taking them in.
Feeling a mischievous urge, I decided to video-call her.
—Riiing! Riiing!
The ringtone chirped a few times before Han Gyeowool hung up on me.
She looked thoroughly flustered, as if she never expected me to actually call.
Wh-why is he suddenly video calling?
Is he trying to show me him jerking off?
Damn it! Should I have just answered?
Yeah. First, let’s change clothes.
If he calls again, I’ll pick up this time.
She dashed into her room and slipped into a purple lingerie slip.
Over it she draped the pink silk robe she usually wore, then carefully reapplied her lipstick a shade darker.
I waited for her to finish, then dialed the video call again.
After about five rings, Han Gyeowool answered with open irritation, as if she were doing me a reluctant favor.
"What is it? Why do you keep video calling? And who told you to send those disgusting photos? Do you really want to die?"
She refused to show her face, playing hard to get.
Even though she had gone to the trouble of putting on pretty lingerie and painting her lips sexy.
Simply showing herself like that must have bruised her pride.
I grinned at her coy little greeting.
Then I tilted the camera down to show my thick shaft, still hard and mid-stroke.
"Look at this. It got rock hard wanting to eat Gyeowool’s pussy. Haa. That married woman’s cunt was so fucking delicious."
Thick precum soaked into the string panties wrapped around it.
Watching it live must have hit differently, because a clear gulp came through the phone.
"Th-this is what you called to show me? Ridiculous. If that’s all, I’m hanging up."
"Aww, so cold. I even sent my wife a whole pile of fap material. Since you already answered, at least show me your face. I want to jerk off looking at Gyeowool."
"Haa. I told you not to call me wife. And why do you keep talking down to me? Want to die?"
"Sss. Stop nagging. Keep this up and I’ll call you all night. Hurry and show your face. Master wants to cum soon."
"Really… we can’t even talk. Fine. I’ll show for exactly three seconds, so finish in that time."
"What? Cum in three seconds? That’s way too short."
Despite my complaining, Han Gyeowool really did flash her face for precisely three seconds before flipping the camera away again.
Even that brief glimpse was incredibly sensual.
"Satisfied?"
"Wow. So stingy. Show a little more. I did a lot of service for my wife today."
"That ‘wife’ talk again. And what service? You just did whatever you wanted."
"Huh? Now I’m genuinely hurt. I put my whole heart into it, and this is the treatment I get?"
When I dropped my voice into a low, warning tone, Han Gyeowool flinched and immediately softened her attitude.
She clearly didn’t want to sour things just for the sake of her pride.
"Ugh. Fine, fine. You’re such a child. What grown man throws a tantrum like that?"
She flipped the camera around and showed her face.
Shyly tilting her head this way and that, she searched for the most flattering angle.
At the sight of Han Gyeowool, I happily waved my thick cock for her again.
Sex appeal dripped from her expression; she was perfect fap material.
"Haa. Gyeowool looks so fucking hot. You’ll suck me off later, right? No— I’ll definitely fuck that mouth-pussy of yours too."
Han Gyeowool frowned in clear displeasure.
That sharp, fierce gaze only stoked my desire higher.
"Can’t you stop the filthy talk for even a second? So low-class."
"Heh. Gyeowool, stop putting on airs. Show me those milking tits. I couldn’t even touch them today because I was too busy servicing you."
At my request, Han Gyeowool curved her lips into a mocking smile.
Then she asked in a teasing voice,
"You want to see them that badly? My breasts?"
"Haa. Of course. I want to jerk off looking at Gyeowool’s."
"Fine. If you really want to see, bark like a dog. Beg politely. Then I’ll show a little."
Had she remembered what happened in the dream?
She was demanding the exact same humiliation play I had put her through.
Pretty bold orders coming from a masochistic sow.
But I felt no real resistance.
I’d done far worse before.
Without hesitation I dropped onto all fours and started imitating a dog.
"Woof woof♥︎ Master♥︎ Please show me your breasts♥︎ My cock hurts so much because of Master♥︎ I want to shake my dick looking at Master♥︎ Woof♥︎"
Her eyes went round; she clearly hadn’t expected me to go that far.
Then her lips twitched as she fought to hide a smile.
…Cu-cute!
What? Has he done this a lot? Why is he so good at it?
Anyway, this is hot in its own way.
Maybe later I should dress him in sexy clothes and make him do dog play?
The feeling of being ravaged by a horny mutt…
Just imagining it seemed to excite her; she slipped a hand down and began caressing her own petals.
It wasn’t visible on the phone screen, but through the Mind Link I could see every detail of her situation.
"Hmph. He actually does it when told. No pride as a man?"
She gave a bitter little smile and undid the front of her robe.
The alluring lingerie slip came into view.
"But a promise is a promise. Here. Look at this and shake that dickhead hard."
Her beautiful breasts spilled free.
Yet she still covered the nipples with two fingers.
With a coquettish gaze she smirked, teasing me by almost—but not quite—showing them.
"Why? Want to see here too?"
"Khh♥︎ I want to see♥︎ I want to knead them hard and fuck them♥︎"
"Pfft. Bad doggy. Wanting to fuck Master. Aren’t you a little too horny?"
"Haa♥︎ Hurry and show me♥︎ My cock’s about to explode♥︎"
"So impatient. Well, fine. Since your dog cock is about to burst, I suppose I have no choice. Enjoy Master’s nipples gratefully."
At the same moment the fingers covering her nipples seductively spread apart.
Between them, her stiff light-pink nipples shyly greeted me.
I madly stroked my cock and let out lewd moans.
The string panties being crushed under my rough grip reminded me of her soft vaginal flesh.
"Haa. Haa. I want to suck Gyeowool’s nipples. Haa. Let me suck them, Gyeowool. Khh."
—Schlick schlick schlick schlick♥︎
Before I knew it, Han Gyeowool was also touching herself while watching my masturbation video.
She gently circled her nipples while sensually rubbing her clit.
Sweet moans leaked from her slightly parted lips.
"Haa♥︎ Doggy♥︎ Shake your cock harder♥︎ Think of it as Master’s pussy and shake harder♥︎"
She soon curled her fingers and thrust them deep into her petals.
Then she began softly pumping inside in time with my rhythm.
That peak of pure lewdness made my own climax rush up fast.
"Khh! Thank you! Master’s pussy feels so good! Haa! I’m about to cum!"
"Cum♥︎ Cum in Master’s pussy♥︎ Fill Master’s pussy with cum♥︎ Pathetic mutt’s cum♥︎"
She seemed to be getting into it, whispering dirty talk nonstop.
Thanks to that, my urge to cum hit its peak.
Soon I began spewing fierce ropes of semen as if trying to impregnate her string panties.
"Haa! It’s coming! Master! Khhh!"
—Splurt! Splurt! Splurrrt!
Watching my intense ejaculation, she also reached climax.
On the screen Han Gyeowool twisted her nipples while her legs trembled violently.
The heat of her hot breath seemed to come right through the phone.
"Haa♥︎ Haa♥︎ Haa♥︎ Dog-cock brat♥︎ Look at all that cock juice♥︎ Did you like Master’s panties that much♥︎"
I spread her panties open to show her more clearly.
I had shaken so hard they were completely stretched out; putting them back on would be impossible.
But far from being displeased, Han Gyeowool smiled with pride.
She seemed genuinely pleased that I had cum so much on her panties.
"Haa. Hoo. Came so fucking much. First time I’ve ever shot this much from just phone sex. Gyeowool’s secretly talented at training play too, huh?"
At that, Han Gyeowool put on a haughty expression as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hoo. Stating the obvious. I’ve told you repeatedly—I was just playing along with your little game. With my personality, do you really think I’d enjoy being dominated?"
I couldn’t help bursting out laughing at her shameless answer.
"Well, we’ll see about that. Anyway, I hit the jackpot. Meeting a queen who can do both slave play and training play. The fun of dominating, the fun of being dominated—I get to taste both, right?"
Han Gyeowool raised her middle finger and snorted.
"Hmph. Who’s playing along? Delusional much."
"Yeah, yeah. There should be fun in slowly taming you too. Someday I’ll make you completely my bitch. Look forward to it."
"Have fun with your delusions alone. You’ve already shot one load of cock juice, so business is finished, right? I’m hanging up."
"Ah! Wait! Don’t forget to send a photo! Make sure it’s a sexy one! Got it?"
"We’ll see. If I feel like it, I’ll send one."
With that chic reply she hung up abruptly.
Not long after, a text arrived.
A photo of Han Gyeowool covering her face while pressing her cleavage together.
The pure white navel and the elegant curve of her hips below looked like something straight out of a pictorial.
I immediately sent her a thank-you.
A short curse came back, but she was smiling.
A fluttering, fresh smile—exactly like a lover’s.