Sexting the Limits (6 page)

322-291-0508:
My sweet Celeste, you look gorgeous. I wish I could be there with

you and peel the lingerie away from your pretty skin. It’s new, you say?

Celeste Benning:
Yes. I bought them for you this afternoon. Along with candles

and some beautiful strawberries.

322-291-0508:
Eat a strawberry and tell me what it tastes like.

Celeste reached over to her nightstand and plucked a pretty red strawberry from

the bowl. She lay back on her pillows and took a nibble, closing her eyes to absorb all of

the sensations. He was seducing her with his words and the care he was taking to make

sure she was with him at every step. She wanted to seduce him back by enjoying all of

the sensations he was giving her and not having any embarrassment in her responses.

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Celeste Benning:
The fruit is firm and when I bite into it, the juices burst into my

mouth.

322-291-0508:
I bet it’s sweet and wet, just like you.

She felt her breathing speed up. They had been playing at sensuality before. It was

finally hitting home that he was going to tell her where and how to touch herself. Even

though he wasn‟t there, she‟d be putting on more of a show than she ever had for

anyone before. She waited too long deciding what to say back and was startled to hear

her phone chiming again.

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Are you wet, Celeste? Reach down and tell me.

Celeste clamped one hand around her phone, closed her eyes and slid the other

hand down her body. Her hand slipped into her panties, where she felt her own heat.

She glided one finger between her lips and stroked the gathering wetness. With her

other hand, she typed her message.

Celeste Benning:
Yes.

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Good, baby. What about your breasts?

Although she didn‟t want to do it, Celeste removed her hand from her panties to

touch her nipples.

Celeste Benning:
They’re full, tender and aching for you.

322-291-0508:
Take your bra off.

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Celeste sat up again and reached back to unclasp her bra. The straps slipped down

and the cups barely rested on her nipples, abrading them with each gasp of air she took

into her lungs. She pulled the bra all the way off and lay back down, savoring the cool

air from the ceiling fan on her unclothed breasts.

Celeste Benning:
It’s gone.

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Cup your breasts for me. Brush the backs of your fingers over your

nipples.

Celeste set the phone down to do as he said but it chimed again after only a few

passes of her fingers. She groaned in frustration.

322-291-0508:
Now lick your fingers and lightly pinch your nipple. Roll it through

your fingers like I’d do. I want them all wet and shiny as if I’d sucked them. Do you like

that?

Celeste did as he said, one nipple at a time. She looked down to see that her nipples

resembled pink raspberries. She wanted him to be able to see her like this. Wanton and

ready for him. It was strange to feel so connected to someone who wasn‟t physically

with her. He was giving her so much—pleasure, passion and acceptance. She needed to

reciprocate and give him pleasure in return. And her words weren‟t the only tools she

could use to do that. Before she could think too much about it, she extended her arm

and took a few quick pictures. She brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked on it,

getting it wet and shiny as he had instructed, and took a picture of it. The second of her

hand cupping her breast for the camera. For him. Offering it to him, wherever he was.

The final shot centered on her nipple and her fingers pulling it to a tight point. She sent

the pictures with the caption “this is how much I like it”.

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Celeste Benning:
Yes…I’m sighing for you, arching my back so my breasts fill my

own hands. Pretending that it’s you with me. I’ve sent you something to show you how

much I like it.

322-291-0508:
Keep playing with yourself. Feel how your skin warms as you get

excited. And you are excited, aren’t you, Celeste?

322-291-0508:
I can see how much you want it in your pictures.

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When I saw the one of your finger in your mouth, I couldn’t help but

imagine it was my cock there. Feeling how warm and wet your mouth must be.

Her breath stalled in her lungs. She felt like she was noticing all of the things for the

first time as he was saying them. She‟d never been with a man who took so much time

working on her body…even if she
was
the one doing all of the touching.

Celeste Benning:
Yes. You can’t even imagine how excited I am. I want you

however you want to take me.

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And why do you like this so much?

The way he made sure that she was always with him, made sure that she was

participating and enjoying everything was turning her on in a major way. She loved

that he was forcing her to tell him what she was feeling and the desire to turn him on in

return kept her honest.

Celeste Benning:
It makes me feel naughty and wild. Like I can do anything and I

don’t have to feel guilty, because you’re the one who’s calling the shots.

He took a few minutes before responding and Celeste started to get nervous.

Finally, her phone chimed.

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322-291-0508:
You like doing what I say. Like having me take over and make you

feel what I want you to feel.

Celeste Benning:
Yes.

322-291-0508:
Good girl. Are you still wet?

Celeste Benning:
Wetter than ever before.

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I’m glad to hear it, baby. Let’s check to be sure though. Slide your

hands down your stomach. Slowly.

Celeste squirmed on the bed and winced when the wet fabric of her panties

abraded her aroused skin.

Celeste Benning:
Do you want me to take my panties off?

322-291-0508:
No. I want you to caress yourself softly though them. Lightly tease

and tell me if your panties are wet.

She stroked herself just enough to answer his question and then quickly pulled her

hand back. She was too close to the edge to play for long.

Celeste Benning:
Soaking wet. I’m aching. I need…

Celeste smiled as she let her words hang out there unfinished. She loved teasing

him. Seeing if she could get him to lose control exactly as he was making her lose it.

Sure enough, his response was quick.

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What do you need, baby?

She grinned as she typed.

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Celeste Benning:
Ideally I need you here in my room. Inside of me.

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You’re killing me here. Maybe someday. For now, I want you to slide

your hand inside of your panties. Tell me how it feels. Show me.

Celeste smiled to herself. There was no doubt in her mind that he was picturing her

and only her during their talk. He seemed almost desperate for the slightest glimpse of

her. She slid her hand down her stomach and into her panties. He was right—she was

creamy wet for him and more ready than she could ever remember being. She wanted

him to see. If it couldn‟t be his hand touching her, his hand bringing her all of this

pleasure, then she at least wanted him to be able to have a clear mental image of how

she looked. A melding of the fantasies, if not the bodies.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on touching herself. On bringing herself

pleasure and leaving her mind behind. She lightly stroked her clit and dipped one

finger inside her cunt to gather her wetness, using it to lubricate her slipping fingers.

With her other hand, she lifted her phone and took a few shots of her hand buried in

her panties, pressing send before even looking at the photos. Wanting him to see her the

way she was. Wild for him and his pleasure.

It took only a moment before he responded.

322-291-0508:
I can’t take it baby. You look incredible. I want to be there with you.

Pulling your hand away and cleaning away all of your sweet cream with my tongue.

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Peeling those panties off of you and making you come with my lips

and tongue. How do your fingers feel?

Celeste Benning:
Amazing, but not enough. My hand looks so sexy buried under

my panties, but it’s your hand I want to see. Your hand I want to feel.

Celeste Benning:
I can’t even imagine it because I don’t know who you are.

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She cringed as she waited for his response. She did want to know who he was, but

not quite yet. What if he revealed his identity and she was suddenly repulsed? Or

realized that she was having sex with a complete stranger? The man had her number

and he had all of the dirty texts she‟d sent him already. He could make her life very

embarrassing.

322-291-0508:
One day you’ll know, baby. But now, because you’re such a naughty

girl, I want you to play outside of your panties.

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Brush your clit lightly with your fingers, but don’t go inside the cloth.

Celeste felt a rush of adrenaline as she forced herself to follow his instructions. She

wanted so badly to slide her fingers into herself where she was creamy wet and waiting

for penetration. She knew that the payoff would be so much better if she waited and

followed his instructions. He wouldn‟t leave her hanging—she knew instinctively that

he‟d take care of her.

Celeste Benning:
You’re driving me crazy.

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Lightly pinch your clit through the fabric.

She pinched the little nub where all of her sensation lay pooled. Her back arched off

the bed and she sobbed a little. The friction of the wet fabric rubbed against her but she

still couldn‟t reach the peak. She needed more. Her skin was wet with perspiration and

her hands were slippery with her own cream. She clutched at her phone as she typed.

Celeste Benning:
Please.

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Tell me what you need, sweet Celeste.

Celeste Benning:
I need to be inside. Please.

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322-291-0508:
Okay. Take your panties off and put your fingers inside yourself. Tell

me how it makes you feel.

Celeste gave him no time to change his mind. She lifted her hips and skimmed her

panties off her legs, throwing them to the floor next to the bed. She took a second to

admire herself, legs splayed open, chest heaving, having the best sexual experience of

her life. Her fingers drifted down her stomach as he had instructed until she found the

most sensual part of her. She gasped and closed her eyes, torn between trying to

imagine his fingers inside her and reveling in the naughtiness that was her fingers

bringing this pleasure.

Celeste Benning:
I’m so soft and hot. And so wet my fingers are almost slipping

out.

322-291-0508:
Thrust for me. Imagine that my fingers are the ones inside of you.

Splitting you open to see the sweet pink inside of you.

Celeste Benning:
Please let me see you! You’ve seen so much of me tonight. I

want to see you so I can imagine you inside of me.

She arched into her thrusting fingers. Taking his directions and adding what she

knew felt best to her. She was so close to the pinnacle but she couldn‟t quite make it

there. She needed more stimulation. She needed to see him.

Her busy hands paused as the chime went off on her phone. A quick glance at the

screen showed that she had a picture message. Her breathing stuttered and the phone

slipped out of her hand twice before she was able to get a good grip on it. She clicked

on the picture icon and waited while it loaded.

The picture was mostly in shadow. Her mystery man apparently didn‟t have

candles to light his bedroom. There was a soft-looking navy bedspread under his

spread thighs but that was not even close to the top of the list of what caught her

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attention. His cock dominated the center of the screen. Thick and straight, it thrust

proudly upward, the tip glistening with moisture. Moisture caused by her. Just the sight

of him was causing her pussy to clench tighter on her fingers, making her realize how

poor a substitute they were for his thick cock. Celeste swallowed hard and tried to think

what to say in response to such an awesome sight.

Celeste Benning:
Maybe I will call you Sir after all. Please, baby, I want it so bad. I

need you inside of me. Help me come! Please!

322-291-0508:
Bend your legs, sweetheart.

Celeste pulled her legs up and concentrated on tunneling her fingers in and out of