Drunk Phonesex Fun: A Drinking Game With Mike

Mike pours himself a mix of vodka and coke as we continue our night of drunk phonesex fun.

I pop open a beer, my drink of choice, during our drunk phonesex fun night. Mike is one of those guys who wants company more than he wants sex. So, we talk. Any conversation with him is like talking to an old friend.  Right now, he’s into an old 2000s modeling show, so we play a drinking game while watching an episode each time he calls. We also talk about the ladies and their sexiness. This system never fails to get Mike into the mood.

“Seriously. Gabrielle is fine. A tall drink of water like her? She can wrap her thighs around this old man any day.” Mike takes a drink, humming to himself over the quality of Gabrielle’s thighs.

They are nice thighs, to be fair—firm, fit, and soft-looking. I say as much, taking a drink of beer and enjoying this buzzed state for our drunk phonesex fun. Mike laughs. “See, you know! I’m pretty sure all ladies are bisexual anyway.”

“I’m allowed to be,” I counter. “Especially when Carmen comes on.”

Again, Mike hums approvingly. “Yes, she is hot stuff.” He’s slurring his words a little, having pre-gamed for this drinking game we have. “Bisexual lesbian sex with Carmen for you, Gabrielle thighs for me.”

In the show, a challenge appears, where the girls have to do something akin to holding reptiles in a photoshoot. One of the girls is hesitant to go through with it- a drink, according to our game. “Just when I was getting thirsty. You’d ever pose with a snake, Elise?”

“I’ve posed for many snakes,” I reply, sipping my beer. Mike laughs, loud enough I need to hold the phone away from my ear. It’s an endearing sound, and I smile knowing I’ve made him laugh.

Drunk phonesex fun means we get to laugh ourselves silly.

“MM-hmm!” He adds again, and I wonder if he’s nodding to himself. “Certainly have a way with them. This snake here’s getting hard thinking about it.”

I laugh now, thinking about Mike on the other end of the line. “Oh?” I ask him. “Should I go ahead and pose for you? Maybe lay pretty on a bed in that white lingerie set? Then spread my legs open for your camera?”

Mike inhales a little bit. “The one in the photos?” he asks, and I hear him move on his squeaky sofa. “Fuck, Elise, I’d love to see you in those.”

This is what is the most exciting for me during our drunk phonesex fun. Teasing Mike and turning him on never fails to get me going. I smile, take a sip of my beer, and adjust myself. I let my legs fall open on the sofa.

“Pause the show?” I suggest, and he agrees. With the model show paused, I hear his hand tugging on his cock. I only wish I could see his face, as I wonder if it’s as flushed as his cock from our drunk phonsex fun.

“I’d love to have you eat me out in those,” I tell Mike. “First, I’d let you take pictures. Then, I’d let you pose me however you wanted. Finally, I’d wrap my thighs around your head.” My hand moves to my panties, pushing them to the side as I begin to rub myself.

Due to our drinking game, Mike’s had a little too much drunk phonesex fun to keep talking while masturbating.

However, I know he loves to listen as I describe.

“You could even keep a camera going as you turned me over and got my ass high up in the air,” I tell him. “Put that snake you’ve got right in between my ass cheeks. Or better yet,” I add, breathing heavily as I rub my clit, “Go ahead and push that snake of yours inside me.”

Mike moans in my ear, hot and heavy. Thus, I continue describing how best he’d fuck me. “Hold onto my hips while those cameras are rolling. Then, push yourself into me,” I tell him, speeding up on my clit. Given how often he’s groaning, combined with the sounds of his hand on his cock coming through my receiver, Mike’s close. So, I want to cum with him.

“You’ll feel good,” he slurs. In response, I wonder how much arousal has built up in his system. In mine, arousal has been stewing and building. The beers I’ve had alongside Mike in our drunk phonesex fun make my head swim pleasantly.

When I describe how my pussy will grip deep on his cock, Mike loses it. He cums with a grunt, and I’m not far behind. While I didn’t cum with Mike, a few seconds behind him isn’t bad, either. After a beat, Mike laughs and pours himself another drink, and we continue watching the last 10 minutes of the show together.

Why not play a drinking game of our own? Give me a call!

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