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Oh joy, another Monday morning. I stretched and yawned, willing my body awake. I had been up far too late writing the night before and was paying for it now. I was writing a very steamy story about my dream driver, Tony Stewart on a fan fiction website. I had always been a writer, but thoughts of Tony had inspired me to start again. I had found a group of women online who shared the same feelings for him as I did. I was having a blast fantasizing with them.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and jumped on my computer to check my e-mail. Just the usual forwards and spam, I thought, but wait…what’s this? The name on the e-mail was “tss20” and the subject was “Hi”. Hmm. I opened it, not quite sure what to expect. I read it to myself.
“Just curious, are you “Tonysweety20”? I really like your stories. Tony”
Tony?? Like "Tony Stewart" Tony? I took a big gulp of my coffee and rubbed my eyes. It had to be a joke. There was absolutely no way that he would be reading my sex stories. I decided to call his bluff and write back.
“Yes, I am. I love writing hot stories about you. What did you like about them? Did they turn you on? TS20”
That should fix him. I hit the send button and went to get ready for work.
The day went by painfully slow. I was dying to know if he had responded to my note. I checked my computer the second I walked into the house. He had written back!
“What do you think? They’ve gotten my attention in a big way. When are you posting a new one? I’d love to see what you’re going to do to me next! Tony”
I didn’t believe it was him. I mean, anyone could pretend to be Tony Stewart, how would I know differently? But, I figured, what the hell, I’d play the game.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do? We could have lots of fun…;) TS20”
I took a deep breath and hit send. I wondered how long it would take for an answer. Almost instantaneously, a message popped up in my inbox. No way, this soon? I opened my mailbox.
“Dominate me…suck my cock. I want you to take me deep. T”
Whoa. This was crazy. If he wanted me to write a story, he’d have to prove he was actually Tony Stewart. I made my move.
“I’m not writing anything until I know for certain you are who you say you are. Call me at (203)555-4389 now, or no story.”
There. I hit the enter button, my request shot into cyberspace. I wasn’t expecting a call. It was probably some thirteen year old boy wanting to get his rocks off. As I got up to get a drink from the refrigerator, the phone rang.
Ho-ly shit.
The number on the caller ID was from an unfamiliar area code. No fucking way. I took a deep breath and answered.
“Hello?”
“Will you write me a story now?” his voice was deep and unmistakably Midwestern. It really was him. My jaw hit my chest with a silent “OH MY GOD!”. I did everything in my power to remain calm.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Ummmmm, Katie.” Geez, I didn’t even know my own name! Actually, I was at a loss for words, completely overcome by shyness. As he asked me questions about myself, I started to loosen up. He was really easy to talk to, and very much like I had expected him to be. The longer we talked, the more flirtatious we became.
“Wanna talk dirty?” he asked seductively.
“How about I tell you my next story?” I was getting turned on by the sound of his voice. “First, tell me Tony, what are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing a white t-shirt, boxers and a big, stupid grin.”
I had to laugh. “Take off your shirt and shorts.” He put the phone down. I heard the rustling of clothes. I heard him sigh.
“Now what?” his voice was husky. I knew he was already hard and ready for my next command.
“Take your hand and lightly stroke your cock. Go slow, I want to hear you.” He let out a very soft “mmmm”. I knew I had his full attention.
“How does that feel?” my voice was soft, yet demanding. “Oh my God, so good…” his voice was just above a whisper.
“Lick your palm, make your cock wet. Your hand is my mouth, pretend I’m there, taking you all in.” His breath was ragged, he let out a low groan.
“Are you turned on? Talk to me.”
“So turned on, my cock is so hard. I wish you were here…” He was breathing heavily.
“Slow down, slow down, nice and slow. Squeeze it tight.”
Tony let out a guttural moan, he was close to climaxing.
“Let go, fuck me hard, Tony, I want to feel you!” His breaths came in short gasps as he pumped himself hard. He let out an “Oh!” as his orgasm shook him. I listened to him come with a smile.
“How was that?” I asked him with a growl. I heard him sigh deeply, totally content.
“Amazing, I really like how that story turned out.” We laughed and talked for awhile longer. It was really late and I had work in the morning so I had to hang up.
Very softly he asked, “Wanna do this again?”
“Of course,” I replied. “I always need new stories.”
I grabbed a cup of coffee and jumped on my computer to check my e-mail. Just the usual forwards and spam, I thought, but wait…what’s this? The name on the e-mail was “tss20” and the subject was “Hi”. Hmm. I opened it, not quite sure what to expect. I read it to myself.
“Just curious, are you “Tonysweety20”? I really like your stories. Tony”
Tony?? Like "Tony Stewart" Tony? I took a big gulp of my coffee and rubbed my eyes. It had to be a joke. There was absolutely no way that he would be reading my sex stories. I decided to call his bluff and write back.
“Yes, I am. I love writing hot stories about you. What did you like about them? Did they turn you on? TS20”
That should fix him. I hit the send button and went to get ready for work.
The day went by painfully slow. I was dying to know if he had responded to my note. I checked my computer the second I walked into the house. He had written back!
“What do you think? They’ve gotten my attention in a big way. When are you posting a new one? I’d love to see what you’re going to do to me next! Tony”
I didn’t believe it was him. I mean, anyone could pretend to be Tony Stewart, how would I know differently? But, I figured, what the hell, I’d play the game.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do? We could have lots of fun…;) TS20”
I took a deep breath and hit send. I wondered how long it would take for an answer. Almost instantaneously, a message popped up in my inbox. No way, this soon? I opened my mailbox.
“Dominate me…suck my cock. I want you to take me deep. T”
Whoa. This was crazy. If he wanted me to write a story, he’d have to prove he was actually Tony Stewart. I made my move.
“I’m not writing anything until I know for certain you are who you say you are. Call me at (203)555-4389 now, or no story.”
There. I hit the enter button, my request shot into cyberspace. I wasn’t expecting a call. It was probably some thirteen year old boy wanting to get his rocks off. As I got up to get a drink from the refrigerator, the phone rang.
Ho-ly shit.
The number on the caller ID was from an unfamiliar area code. No fucking way. I took a deep breath and answered.
“Hello?”
“Will you write me a story now?” his voice was deep and unmistakably Midwestern. It really was him. My jaw hit my chest with a silent “OH MY GOD!”. I did everything in my power to remain calm.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Ummmmm, Katie.” Geez, I didn’t even know my own name! Actually, I was at a loss for words, completely overcome by shyness. As he asked me questions about myself, I started to loosen up. He was really easy to talk to, and very much like I had expected him to be. The longer we talked, the more flirtatious we became.
“Wanna talk dirty?” he asked seductively.
“How about I tell you my next story?” I was getting turned on by the sound of his voice. “First, tell me Tony, what are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing a white t-shirt, boxers and a big, stupid grin.”
I had to laugh. “Take off your shirt and shorts.” He put the phone down. I heard the rustling of clothes. I heard him sigh.
“Now what?” his voice was husky. I knew he was already hard and ready for my next command.
“Take your hand and lightly stroke your cock. Go slow, I want to hear you.” He let out a very soft “mmmm”. I knew I had his full attention.
“How does that feel?” my voice was soft, yet demanding. “Oh my God, so good…” his voice was just above a whisper.
“Lick your palm, make your cock wet. Your hand is my mouth, pretend I’m there, taking you all in.” His breath was ragged, he let out a low groan.
“Are you turned on? Talk to me.”
“So turned on, my cock is so hard. I wish you were here…” He was breathing heavily.
“Slow down, slow down, nice and slow. Squeeze it tight.”
Tony let out a guttural moan, he was close to climaxing.
“Let go, fuck me hard, Tony, I want to feel you!” His breaths came in short gasps as he pumped himself hard. He let out an “Oh!” as his orgasm shook him. I listened to him come with a smile.
“How was that?” I asked him with a growl. I heard him sigh deeply, totally content.
“Amazing, I really like how that story turned out.” We laughed and talked for awhile longer. It was really late and I had work in the morning so I had to hang up.
Very softly he asked, “Wanna do this again?”
“Of course,” I replied. “I always need new stories.”