Phone Transcript 1303.1

Telephony Transcription Service (TTS 64.128)

Report Number 1303-1

Report Date 12/26/2013

Audio Timestamps 20131224.1435 - 20131224.1505

Incoming CID 3035554500 identified WV (woman's voice)

Receiving CID 2025551225 identified MV (man's voice)

WV: Are we okay to talk?

MV: Hang on. (10 second audio pause) Yes.

WV: What kinds of things get you going? You know, make you really horny?

MV: I guess for starters I'd say that I like to watch.

WV: Like a striptease? That sort of thing?

MV: Yeah, I guess. More specifically, I like to watch a woman touch herself, you know, masturbate.

WV: (humming) I get that. After she gets her clothes off for you, then she gets herself off for you.

MV: She can fuck herself with her fingers or, better yet, use a dildo or vibrator. Nothing makes my cock hard like watching a woman fuck her pussy with a huge fallis while sticking one of her own fingers up her ass at the same time.

WV: Fingers? More than one?

MV: Two works best, the middle and ring finger. That way the index and pinky can rub the puffy lips of her cunt that are wrapped around the fuck stick she slides in and out.

WV: So, while this woman is fucking herself for your visual pleasure, what are you doing?

MV: I'd have my cock out of my pants, in my hand, feeling it twitch and pulse.

WV: Are you stroking it?

MV: Not so much as just squeezing it.

WV: Is there anything slowly dripping out it's swollen peehole?

MV: It was wet before I pulled it out. Now there's a constant string of sticky, clear pre-cum hanging off it's tip.

WV: This woman, she's watching you as well?

MV: Abso-fucking-lutely. Her eyes are locked on my cock and she licks her lips as if tasting the juice was the only thing that could slake her thirst.

WV: You've thought about this a lot. I think you've been jerking yourself off while imaging me in this scenario.

MV: Guilty as charged. I spent a lot of time staring at your eyes and mouth in those stupid meetings, making sure I could remember every detail of them. I knew you'd take another job at some point.

WV: (Ahh) You miss me, don't you?

MV: I do, in so many ways for so many reasons.

WV: Did you ever undress me with your eyes in those meetings?

MV: Yes, of course. By the way, your tits are magnificent.

WV: (Laughs) I bet they were in your imagination. Did you ever notice that my nipples got hard in any of those meetings?

MV: Yes, and I sent Thank You notes to the building facilities manager for making sure the air conditioning was working at peak performance.

WV: Would it surprise you to know that on some of those occasions the cold air wasn't responsible for my condition? That my hard nipples were the result of how hot and wet my pussy was getting.

MV: I remember sitting beside you at the conference table in one meeting.

WV: You didn't do that. Actually, you were already in the conference room when I came in. It was practically the only time in all those meetings you had an open chair next to you. I was so happy to sit down and by the time my butt hit the chair my panties were already wet.

MV: Fuck, christ. Yes, I remember that. And I remember you shifting in the chair. You also lended over to talk with me quietly. I can't remember what we talking about.

WV: That doesn't matter. It was just bullshit talk. I was just trying to glance down at your crotch. I always wondered if you had a hard on in those meetings and that was my only chance to find out.

MV: I wasn't shy about it.

WV: No, you weren't. I always wanted to thank you for swivelling you chair to help a poor, horny gal out. I don't think I wrote any notes in that meeting.

MV: What exactly were you scribbling on your pad?

WV: Nothing. Nonsense. I was trying to keep my hand busy so I wouldn't do what my mind was thinking. The thick outline of your cock in those pants had me spinning and all I could focus on was reaching over into your lap and giving it a hard squeeze.

MV: Well, it was probably a good thing you didn't do that because I on the verge of squirting in my pants.

WV: Is that why you bee lined for the men's restroom after that meeting? I was going to ask you for a follow-up in my office. We were both wet.

MV: Your office wasn't private enough for the hard fuck I wanted to give you.

WV: (hard breath - indiscernible language) ... you jacked off in the toilet instead? We could have made the office work, given each other a helping hand or quick head.

MV: I couldn't. You know why. Didn't you do the same, back then.

WV: What? Me whack off in the ladies? No. There's a reason I buy Swarovski crystal and it's not for the figurines. Let's just say Daniel, in his earlier work, had a unique vision with impressionistic tendencies.

MV: Are you talking about that 'Whale' art piece you use to keep on your credenza?

WV: What? You never noticed that its shape was phallic? And it's not on the credenza now. At this very moment it's in me. Oh, god, I'm so fucking wet.

MV: We should be Skyping this. You know what whales do when they breach after a long, deep dive.

WV: They spout and so do I. (noises) You want to watch me, don't you. Want to see me squirm, squirt and spray.

MV: See it? Fuck that, I want to taste it. I want to feel it on my skin, on my face.

WV: God, what I'd give to have your cock in my tight, hot ass right now. When I'm close, I'd pull this whale out of my cunt and blow my cunt juice all over your lap. (noises) You close, baby?

MV: So close. (noises) My cock in your ass. (hard breath) Cumming in your fucking ass.

WV: Do it. (noises) Hard and fast. (hard breath) Deep, balls deep.

(noises overlapping duplex)

MV: Shit, I got some of it on my tie.

WV: And I'm going to need to change my skirt and hose.

MV: We're a pair.

WV: If we ever do find a way to hook up, the mess is going to much worse than this.