summerscaptions:Gonna be home kind of late tonight. Sorry baby! Got to finish these reports before
summerscaptions: Gonna be home kind of late tonight. Sorry baby! Got to finish these reports before the weekend. Erin sighed. Late nights at the office were becoming the norm for Andy these last few weeks. She tried not to nag him about it, but it was a shame. She missed seeing him. She tried to stay positive, though. She typed out a quick “OK, love you, see you later” message. Okay! That’s too bad, sorry you’re stuck there. Love you! Suck you later! It wasn’t until after she hit ‘send’ that she saw the typo. Dammit! Friggin’ autocorrect. God, that’s embarrassing. Though, she had to admit, it had been a little too long since she’d gone down on Andy… sounded kind of nice, actually. Hah, little typo there? Or was that really the plan? ;) Sounds okay to me… Where are you now? Home already? Erin smiled, typing out a quick response. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. You’ll find out! Yeah, I’m a whore, y’know. Shit! What the hell? She’d typed “I’m at home now”… hadn’t she? That was a pretty weird autocorrect, wasn’t it? She stared at the screen, mystified. Although… well, lots of couples sent each other dirty texts, didn’t they? She’d been feeling disconnected from Andy. Maybe this was a happy accident. Maybe it was a good way to get some heat back while they were on different schedules. “I’m a whore, y’know,” she whispered to herself. It sounded good. Mm, is that right? I had no idea. ;) What kind of slutty things are you going to do for me tonight, then, whore? Erin was taken aback. Apparently Andy was just jumping right into this dirty-talk thing, huh? It was kind of hot and all, but she wasn’t really sure that she was up for that. Sure, reading him call her ‘whore’ was… mm, it was really hot, actually. But still, maybe they should slow down, talk about this. She typed out a quick message along those lines. Well, I’ll meet you at the door on my knees. Once I make you come all over my tits and face, I guess the rest is up to you, Sir! Do you mind if I call you Sir? ;) She stared at the screen. That… that wasn’t… she didn’t type that at all. That was nothing close to her message. And still… part of her buzzed with excitement, reading it. She was going to do it, she realized. She’d be knelt by the door, tits pulled out of her top and presented, mouth open, when Andy came home. She was going to suck him off like never before, and then… well, she’d do anything he wanted. The realization made her dizzy. She didn’t understand what was happening. She couldn’t think straight. Her phone buzzed again - Andy was responding quickly now. Sir is okay. Master is better. Don’t you think, slut? Erin shivered. He was right. Master. It sounded… sexy, actually. It sounded great. “Master,” she whispered, trying out the word. “Master.” She typed a response. She didn’t bother thinking about what she was saying. She just hit keys randomly. Autocorrect would fix it for her, she figured. Oooh, yes Master! You’re so smart, Master. I’m such a lucky little bimbo slut to have such a good Master! Hurry home so I can make you come, Master! Erin giggled as she read the message she’d sent. Little bimbo slut? Is that what she was? She kinda felt like one. If that’s what it said, it was probably true! God, she was horny now. She couldn’t wait until Master got home. She decided it’d be a good idea to go fix up her makeup and find something sexy to wear. It was gonna be such a great night! so hot -- source link