Neha the Little Kitten - Part 3

[ScottishTeddyBear]

Greg sits waiting patiently for his favourite time of day. The time when he can speak to his little kitten. Despite Neha being thousands of miles away they are both eager to keep their sex life alive. And so, they had decided to try phone sex. Greg had never tried it before, and it filled him with dread at the thought of having to say sexy words to a mobile phone instead of to his darling’s face. But after the first time 3 days ago he was now hooked. Spending the days teasing Neha with naughtier and dirtier messages, and Neha not wanting to be outdone, had been sending raunchier messages and more importantly pictures. Now was their second night of distant fun and they were feeling horny to the brink of losing self-control.
It was at that moment whilst he sat naked on the bed, a towel at his side to catch the mess, smiling to himself as he looked at the latest collection of images, that his phone buzzed in his hand. It had barely finished the first ring before he had answered, quickly putting it onto loudspeaker. “Hey daddy” purred Neha’s voice. Greg’s cock was instantly hard at the sound of her sultry voice. “Hey baby. Has daddy’s little kitten been a good girl today?” His soothing voice reverberated in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. He grinned. imagining her laying on her separate bed all those miles away listening to his voice. Neha bit her lip, her body already responding to his words. "Yes, Daddy."
I want you to get comfortable. Lie down on your bed and close your eyes. Imagine that I'm there with you, watching over you." Neha followed his instructions, her breath quickening with anticipation. She could almost feel Greg's presence beside her, his eyes on her, his hands poised to guide her. The room was quiet, apart from the gentle hum of the ceiling fan. Greg's voice took on a commanding tone. "Now, I want you to start by touching yourself, kitten. Slowly, gently. Imagine my hands guiding yours." Neha's fingers traced the curve of her neck, moving down to her collarbone, then to the swell of her breasts. She could almost feel Greg's touch, his fingers following hers, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She imagined his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her, his breath catching with each movement of her hands. “Tell me what you're feeling," Greg demanded, his voice a low, sensual growl. "I'm feeling your hands on me, Daddy," Neha whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "It feels so good."
"Good girl," Greg praised. "Now, I want you to imagine that I've tied your hands above your head. You can't move them. You're completely at my mercy. How does that make you feel, kitten?" Neha's pulse quickened, her body tingling with anticipation. "It makes me feel... excited, Daddy." Greg growled. "You're my kitten, and I own you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," Neha moaned, her body aching for more. Greg's voice softened, becoming more intimate. "Now, I want you to imagine I'm kissing you, starting from your lips and moving down your body. Neha's body trembled with desire as she imagined Greg's lips on her skin, his kisses leaving a trail of heat and longing. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath, the gentle pressure of his lips, moving down her neck, to her collarbone, and lower still. "I belong to you, Daddy," she whispered. "That's right, kitten," Greg responded. "You're mine. And I'm going to take care of you, always." Greg's voice grew more intense, filled with a mixture of command and tenderness. "I want you to imagine me there with you, kitten. Imagine my hands on your wrists, holding you down. You can't move, you can't escape. You're mine." Neha's breath hitched, her body arching off the bed as she imagined Greg's strong hands pinning her down. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed. "I'm yours."
"Good girl," Greg purred. "Now, I want you to imagine I'm teasing you, my fingers trailing down your body, stopping just where you need them most. You're so desperate for my touch, aren't you, kitten?" Neha moaned, her body writhing in anticipation. "Please, I need you." Greg's voice was a soothing balm yet filled with authority. "Patience, kitten. You'll get what you need. But first, I want you to tell me how much you want it. Beg for it, kitten." Neha's voice was a desperate whisper. "Please, Daddy. I need you. Please, give it to me."
"That's my good girl," Greg murmured. "Now, imagine I'm finally giving you what you need, my hands bringing you to the edge, my voice guiding you. You're so close, kitten. Can you feel it?" “Yes, Daddy," Neha panted, her body caught in the throes of intense desire. "I'm so close." " Now, kitten, I want you to let go. Let yourself fall. I'm here with you, and I'll catch you. Let go for me, my sweet kitten." With Greg's words in her ears, Neha felt herself surrender completely, her body trembling with the *** of her release. She was lost in the sensations, guided by Greg's voice, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of her emotions. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Neha lay spent and content, her breath coming in slow, deep gulps. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and affection. “You're welcome, kitten," Greg replied softly. "You did so well. I'm proud of you. “Neha felt a warm glow of pride and satisfaction. "I belong to you, Daddy," she murmured. "And I belong to you, kitten," Greg responded. "Sweet dreams. I'll be here, watching over you." Over the next few weeks, Neha and Greg's relationship deepened. Their phone calls became a nightly ritual, a sanctuary where they could escape from the pressures of the outside world and lose themselves in each other. Each night, Greg would guide Neha through new fantasies and experiences. They explored different scenarios, each one more intense and intimate than the last. Greg's voice was a constant source of comfort and arousal, his words weaving a web of desire that held Neha captive.
One night, Greg introduced a new element to their play. "Kitten, do you trust me?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. "Yes, Daddy," Neha replied without hesitation. "Good girl. Tonight, I want to try something new. You're going to be blindfolded," Greg instructed. "I want you to feel everything more intensely, to rely on your other senses. Can you do that for me, kitten?" Neha's heart raced with excitement. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered. "Good girl. Now, put on the blindfold and lie back. Imagine my hands on your body, my lips on your skin. Let yourself feel every touch, every kiss," Greg's voice was a soothing command. Neha followed his instructions, her senses heightened by the loss of sight. Every touch felt more intense, every kiss more electrifying. Greg's voice was her guide, his words ***ting vivid pictures in her mind. "Kitten, do you know why I cherish these moments with you?" he asked. "Why, Daddy?" Neha replied, her curiosity piqued. "Because it's not just about the physical pleasure. It's about the connection we share, the trust we have in each other. It's about knowing that in this moment, we are completely honest and *** with each other," Greg explained. Neha felt a surge of emotion. "I feel the same way, Daddy. These moments mean so much to me. You've given me the freedom to explore my desires, to be my true self," she confessed. Greg's voice was filled with warmth. "And I will always be here for you, kitten. No matter what, you can count on me."

[Sa****]

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