"Your Married Crush"

Ah, the trials and tribulations of a sex-phone operator!

I've been away for a while trying new places and new things but in all that time I've never deserted the talent I have for my little career.

Something that has never changed with my male clients: Their obsession for women they cannot have.

But most of the "crush" calls are about a co-worker, or a female boss, some hot Mom or the wife's married best friend. The impossible "crush" always seems to be a smart, intelligent and confident woman. The successful unapproachable woman is irresistible to certain men (and so many of these men seem to be married.) Often I propose the fantasy of intervention describing a scenario in which the "crush" is persuaded.

Is impossible romance your passion?

I use the name "John" in this story. Melissa, Jessica, Jennifer, Amy are always popular: I use "Amy".

But you know who your crush is. Copy my little "script" then replace the names!

...

John

Is that her getting out of the car?

She's at the door.

"Hello...Hi!

I'm Heather.

I'd bet anything: you are Amy!

John said you were stopping by after work and I'm so glad you did!"

Who am I?

I know you didn't expect to see anyone else but John tonight.

But I am a friend of John's.

I've heard so much about you from him, Amy.

Yes, yes! It's all good!

He has so many wonderful things he says about you

So I was in the area, he said you were coming over

and I just had to meet the woman who gets all of John's attention.

Yes.

I know he's married.

Yes, I know you are married, too, but it seems to me

You two are more than friends

After all: here you are meeting him.

It's OK!

Really!

It's so nice to finally meet you!

Yes, sure!

I can tell you why I'm here.

But first: come on in so you can see John and we can talk for a while.

Oh, my.

You were right, John.

She is just as pretty as you said she was!

I just love the professional look she has going:

so business-like.

It looks like you came right from work, Amy.

That black Pencil skirt, your button-down blouse, those sexy mid-heel pumps were a give-away.

You are one attractive woman!

Amy: I'm going to ask you something.

Your family won't miss you if you come home late tonight, will they?

A few hours maybe?

Sit down with us for a while?

Oh, honey, I know this whole thing: You, John with Me being here is a surprise.

But A little excitement in your life might be just the thing you need.

Can you sit down, sweetie?

Please?

Oh, John!

My goodness; I can see why you like her!

Look at the way she crosses those legs!

The way she holds herself: she seems so athletic.

She's proud and confident.

You both don't need to be so reserved around me.

Really.

John, show her you appreciate her.

Take her hand and squeeze it.

I just love watching this innocent connection you two have.

Sure, Amy, I can tell you my connection to John.

Why am I smiling?

Why did he ask me to be here?

I'm smiling because John and I talk a lot about you.

When he's in a certain mood, and because I understand how he's feeling,

we end up having personal conversations.

What do we talk about?

Ha-ha!

You are the reason he calls me, Amy.

It's OK for us to tell her that, John, we have to tell her.

She needs to know.

Does this surprise you, Amy?

Oh John, my goodness, look at her!

Amy you are staring at us both all wide-eyed and surprised!

Yes, we talk.

And all of our conversations are about the two of you.

Yes, Amy: you and John!

Oh, I know you two are only friends.

But there is much more to it Amy.

The way he describes you, the feelings for you he admits to me are very intimate

Amy, through John, I have gotten to know you so well!

I can tell you, believe it or not, you are getting more attention from the man next to you on that sofa

than you probably get from your husband!

You DO act a little differently around John, don't you Amy?

You two are having an emotional affair. I know one when I see one.

It's a little secret you keep all to yourself, isn't it Amy?

A secret no one else knows: because this little flirtation is so safe for you.

It makes you feel good.

But it's no secret to me.

John shares everything about you when we talk.

I can tell you this for certain:

You excite John like no other woman he knows.

You feel that connection when you're around him, don't you darlin'?

Oh look at you smile!

You sweet thing!

I have got to admit you two are so adorable trying to act like nothing is going on.

John once told me when the two of you flirt you call it "just having "fun".

And that has worked out so well, hasn't it? Your spouses don't suspect a thing.

And really: what's wrong with a little harmless "fun"?

All that flirting and hugging and those nice goodbye kisses

Makes for a lot of daydreaming, doesn't it?

Young and married: you are so smart and self-sufficient.

You hide yourself from other men, don't you?

All of those things about you make you irresistible.

John, give this girl a kiss hello.

Why not?

Oh John.

You can do better than that!

Look how great she looks!

You both enjoy each others company; its obvious to me.

Now really say hello.

Come on, Amy

John once told me you did it right in front of your husband!

And haven't you two kissed once or twice in front of John's wife?

Sure he told me that!

I know so much about you two.

And I also know: It's OK to have a little "fun" now and then.

He's told me how good you kiss.

Of course he has!

I'd like to see what he's talking about.

It's just us here.

It's just me. I'm not going to tell anybody.

Ooooo, there you go.

Mmmmm.

John, what do you think?

How much "fun" do you think Amy wants to have tonight?

Amy, maybe just a little bit of "fun" before you go home late?

I can see it in your expression.

You have no idea the sexual energy he spends thinking about you.

I want you to see for yourself what you've been missing all these years, Amy.

Right here...Right in front of us!

John, I don't think Amy is going anywhere.

She's not getting up. Are you girl?

Unzip and show us both your manhood.

Pull it out so Amy can see for herself what she has been missing.

Oh, you should hear John's fantasies about you Amy.

Go ahead, John.

Tell Amy how you want her legs spread wide for you.

Oh, Amy come on, don't be naive.

Tell me you have no idea the effect you have on this man.

Go ahead John, show her.

Oh, my goodness.

Just LOOK at that big cock of his, Amy

Look how erect it's becoming with you just staring at it!

He tells me that just the sight of you makes his cock want to be deep up inside you.

He tells me how bad he wants his cock inside your pussy every time he calls, Amy.

Oh, believe it, girl.

You have no idea that John fucks you every night and day, do you Amy?

That every time he's alone he thinks of you.

That every free moment his hand is around that stiff cock of his:

Everyday photographs of you encourage him.

He remembers every time you've sent him signals, because he tells me about each one.

He wants me to describe you as a fuck-hungry married slut, Amy, and I do every time he calls.

I explain to him that you would cheat if you had the chance.

He jerks and pulls and strokes while I describe your lips opening on to his throbbing cock

OF COURSE he sees you this way!

Let me tell you something.

I do love hearing a man play with his cock.

I love whispering to a man and know I can make him jerk off.

So I know very well what John' big dick is feeling while we talk.

I know that cock of his points its big fucking head to the ceiling every time I whisper your name.

I listen to him jerk faster and faster.

I hear him groan when all that pent-up come starts spurting out of his cock

While the only thing on his mind

Is your hot little married pussy, Amy.

There is something else I'm going to tell you.

You really believe you are this committed woman.

You are so discreet and faithful in your marriage, aren't you Amy?

You believe you are the wife who will always be pure and always be true.

Why?

You've been unfaithful in your daydreams, haven't you?

You swear you would never fuck other guys but you think about it anyway.

That's what fascinates me about women like you, Amy.

I've seen it so often in other happily married wives.

And I just love watching what a proud, stable woman goes through

When her resistance starts melting.

Oh,

I can see how excited you are, Amy.

You're sitting here wondering what would it be like to fuck another man?

That's it, isn't it?

You think about that when you are alone.

You think about that with John.

And you're thinking about that right now.

No one will ever know, Amy.

It's right in front of you : that cock of his.

You've flirted with it before.

Of course you have!

You make it clear to him every time you see John.

Then you are gone until the next time you see him.

Now: tell me sweetheart.

When will you finally have what you have been daydreaming about?

How long did you think you could wait?

Forever?

This is what excites me most:

Seeing the hesitation and sensing the worry in your eyes that someone will find out.

...

Really, Amy...

You are so OVER being the perfect wife, aren't you.

It's so old, so tiresome.

All of the responsibility for the marriage, the job and the family is all on you.

You are sick of that, aren't you Amy.

You feel you deserve some kind of excitement.

Someone ELSE can be in charge: directing you and telling you what to do.

For once you don't want to think anymore.

How easy it would be to slip your hips off the sofa where you sit

And get on your knees in front of him!

Why not?

...

You don't need to do anything else.

Just get between John's legs.

Just this once.

Just for the illicit thrill of it all.

That's the girl,

Here, I'll hold your things while you get in front of him.

go ahead: on your knees.

Take a look at that erection, right before your eyes.

So close Amy, and so convincing.

Just touch it, that's all.

Take that hard throbbing dick and take it in your hand.

You and only you have caused what is throbbing right before your upturned face.

Oh, Amy, your sense of pride is here and nowhere else.

You can see for yourself what you've created.

Something grown so hard for you deserves your kiss.

Go ahead.

Press your lips against the shaft of this cock the way you've imagined.

You can smell cock, can't you?

Its aura fills your senses. Its aroma flares your nostrils.

One kiss then another

And another: good girl.

Press it against that pretty face of yours.

"Just let me do this."

Could that have been your own voice, Amy?

John, we can watch how she takes that swollen dick of yours and lets it stroke her cheeks.

Watch while she commits her closed eyes, that angelic nose of hers,

her chin then her neck to the stroke of throbbing cockflesh.

See how beautifully she guides it through the thick hair at the sides of her face

Before brushing against her luscious lips

Amy close your eyes.

Let those lips of yours suck him.

You have imagined the shaft of his full erection in your mouth so many times

Slide your faithful mouth onto the head of his thick warm cock.

Go ahead, baby.

the indiscretion of tasting him excites you doesn't it Amy?

Now you know the certainty every unfaithful married slut feels.

It is perfect infidelity making you go down on him as far as you can.

Feel the power of manhood stiffening as you suck.

You hadn't expected to suck

but its so natural. It suits you so well and you do it some more.

Pull it out.

lick it.

get your tongue all over it.

get your lips all over it.

This is what it's like:

being a good girl for big cock, Amy.

That's a good girl.

Oh, my!

You're accepting the movement in and out?

And you helping it along

Pretty Amy, like any committed professional, gained competence by the second

Stiil in her skirt and blouse on her knees in thigh stockings and heels

Heather watched rich dangle earrings rock back and forth

as the head bobbed freely on the flesh of his cock.

In the excitement Amy never bothered to remove the bracelets and watch from her wrists.

And they clicked together while she ministered to thick irresistible dick.

The hands were exquisite, Heather thought, admiring Amy's long fingers and perfectly manicured nails

A wedding band and diamond ring shone from the fourth finger of the married woman's left hand.

Marriage vows ceased to exist as Amy steadied Johns cock as scarlet lips traveled up and down his pulsing erection.

"Her mouth is sucking for pre-come, John."

She tastes it.

Amy, when you pull away like that

I can see pre-come oozing from the slit of his cock-head.

Squeeze it out

Lick it off

taste it, swallow it.

Lick, taste, swallow, squeeze until you can't wait any longer

to get John's full cock back in your pretty mouth.

...

Oh, my goodness!

She's completely absorbed, John!

She can't even hear me.

When you told me about her personality: I knew it.

No husband or family mattered now.

Nor where she left her purse or where she parked the car or when she would ever get home.

No friend or co-worker would ever comprehend how she had exploited herself.

But Heather understood married working businesswomen like Amy all too well.

They were her bread and butter.

What a nice ass she has, John!

Amy...

What's underneath this tight little pencil skirt you slipped on the morning?

You keep doin' what you're doin', hon

And I can wriggle this tight thing up over your hot little tush and get you pampered.

Oooooooo...this butt is amazing.

Oh, stop your squirming Amy!

You know you have a nice ass, don't act like you don't.

Oh goodness, look at these!

These panties are not safe for work Amy.

Do they know you are wearing these in the office?

Or did you wear them for John today?

These ARE expensive and sexy. I am so proud of you Amy!

They are like lace and nothing at all!

Lets get them off this beautiful ass and over these thigh high stockings.

Ooooh, Amy, you went to work as the complete package today, didn't you girl?

Lift your knees up baby. That's it.

I'll take these lacy nothings off right over your heels.

mmmmmm

They are so sheer I can twirl them in my fingertips...

Today certainly was exciting for you, wasn't it Amy?

You must have been so wet, hon.

Your hot little cunt must have been horny all day because these panties smell like wet pussy

Poor baby

She smells so good too, John!

Amy, here's the proof just what a slut you've been since the moment you got up this morning.

I'll cup them around your nose, smell them yourself. Breathe it in.

mmmmm.

What an exciting girl you've become! I may keep these for myself.

Let's have another long inhale, sweetheart.

That's a girl...that's it...

Very, very good Amy..."

See what a willful little slut you have been?

Driving to work, sitting in your office

Knowing you were coming here instead of going home

must have thoroughly drenched those panties for us.

Oh, you were such a BUSY Mrs. Professional today, weren't you?

Here, hon, lets pull back all that hair again.

It really is a gorgeous head of professional beauty salon hair.

I'll pull it back nice like this so we can see how good you're doing."

...mmmmm

She looks so rich and luxurious, John

God, John.

she has this nice thick pussy all squeezed tight between her thighs.

Here she is pretending that she doesn't know I'm touching her

just because it looks like she's preoccupied with cock.

But I know she feels this. My hand is between her legs.

Uh-oh...she's spreading them for me.

I can slide my fingers along your slit and just KNOW you're going to be open for me.

Her labia are so full I'm going tolift my fingers up between those pussylips

And enter just a little bit.

Maybe a bit more Oh my, Amy, you are opening up so nicely.

Deep up this hot little pussy of yours. You are so wet!

mmmm...a couple of slippery little pushes up there.

Nice and easy...and pull out two sticky wet fingers

John, come around behind her with me

Quick.

Get that cock against her pussy lips, John

She certainly is one wet married cunt look how she is opening up for you!

...

That bare cock is nice, isn't it Amy?

Feeling it go in and out of your hot little pussy like that...

Up inside you...you could do this all night,...

There's no more pretending. No more imagining.

John is the master fucking you now.

And you going to get off on his exceptional dick?

Bareback like this?

You want his ejaculation up inside you. Its only right. He deserves this from you.

You want the continuous lurch and spurt of cockflesh plastering your cervix

Get back against his dick and fuck him like a big girl.

Drive that ass against him.

Fuck his cock with that fuck-hungry pussy.

Shove back on it

Then feel it enter you over and over while you sink your titties onto the floor

Holding that ass high for him allows the fullest penetration

And you keep it there and you take more of it

wanting to come so bad.

Knowing you are going to come so hard

Work for it, Amy.

...

You hot married cunt, Amy.

Your cheating pussy all opened gorging itself on one thrust after the next.

He deserves your orgasm, doesn't he Amy?

Here you are getting fucked the way you never expected

and never wanted.

Surrendering to it after days, weeks and months

Never thinking you would fuck him

Or any other man.

And then it happens.

Uncontrolled.

Strange. New and unthinkably overwhelming.

You don't have will power

And you are coming on hard cock like any other married cheating slut

You want to take his load,

You want that aching pussy of yours filled with his come

Your groans tell him you want his seed deep up inside you, dark where no one can see

And no one can know..

Your moaning says everything about his unprotected orgasm.

So here you are taking it and the more you take Amy, the more you want.

Wanting to come so bad.

Knowing you are going to come so hard while he slams his hips against your ass.

Pounding that cock into your helpless pussy.

Impaling you so fucking completely on the spear of his manhood

Bracing yourself as he drives that cock up into your clutching trembling cunt

An animal groan of release behind you comes

Incredible pleasure, long and deep, is seeping into your cunt like a flood.

Your clitoral mound shudders.

A vagina knotted onto fully engorged cock is seized by unimaginable orgasm.

Your labia splays wide about the monster buried inside you pulses sperm, flooding your helpless cervix.

You cry.

For the first time you squirt

Oh MY, Amy!

Oh, my indeed

All that hot white come.

Oozing out of that pretty unprotected married pussy.

Good girl!

Very Good Girl!

...Heather DeHavilland