The Handjob that Refreshes Phonesex!

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 Ext 253

“I know just the thing that’ll help with those nerves, baby.” I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his nice big already rock hard cock. I thought of giving him a BJ, but I didn’t want to mess up my expertly applied make up, so a hand job would have to do. And I do give an amazing handjob, if I do say so myself. *giggle*. I spit into my hand and started to gently stroke him, while cupping his balls, already full of delicious cum.

“Oh god Rhianna,” he sighed as I removed the boot off of my left foot and brought it up to his face. Creighton had a raging obsession with my feet and as soon as my foot touched his face he started sucking my toes. A few strokes later and his cock exploded in my hand. 

Earlier that day, Creighton, my kinda sorta boyfriend and rang me up.

“Hey, busy this afternoon? I gotta a big surprise for you babe, you’re gonna love it.”

Ooh, I thought, what could it be? What amazing present will he be gifting me with this time? He was a great gift giver after all, and he lived to treat me like the goddess I am, literally worshiping the ground I walk on.

When I got over to his place, he greeted me with a hug and kiss. He sat on his bed and gently pulled me down beside him. He put his arm around me, brushed my hair from my eyes and kissed me once more.

“So what’s this big surprise?” I said in anticipation.

“Rhianna,” he took my hands in his, and his face got all serious like.

Oh no, I thought, he better not say what I think he’s gonna say!

“Rhianna, my band has its first paying gig tomorrow night! Can you believe it?” He excitedly started hugging me. “I couldn’t have done this without you!”

Da fuck?? To be honest, his band wasn’t exactly top priority on my concern list. And I was a little disappointed, I mean for real, I dragged myself all the way over to see him with the promise of a big surprise that I was gonna love and came up empty handed?!

Of course, I had to go and see his band perform. Eww. So not my scene. They’re this four piece rock and blues outfit that calls themselves “The Juke Joint Brothers.” I know … how corny right? Creighton leads the group playing guitar and harmonica.

The night of the show, I dressed down, but still cute in tight jean shorts and this designer peasant top in deep cherry red that I bought at this hip little boutique that specializes in pin-up style clothing. On my feet were these totally uber stylish black boots. 

When I arrived at the club they were playing at, Creighton was nowhere to be found.

I tracked one of his band-mates down, I can’t recall his name, Nick something or was it Ben … whatever.

“Where’s Creighton,” I asked?

“That’s what I wanna know. We go on in ten minutes. I’m gonna kick his ass!”

I got on my mobile and sent him a text asking where the hell he was.

“In my car. In the lot,” he replied back.

What was going on here? 

I walked back outside and found him sitting in the backseat of his car shaking with nerves. He was in the midst of a serious panic attack.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he confessed. “Actually play in front of people.” 

My initial instinct was to tell him that most of the people in the club are already pretty lit and aren’t really going to notice if the band sucks or not, but  I thought better. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I did have feelings for this guy, he wasn’t just another boy toy to me.

Hey c’mon,” I said, “you’re gonna be great. You are great, do you hear me?” 

“But I …”

I planted a light kiss on his lips, and then I reached down below and started rubbing his cock through his pants. 

After I gave him one of my patented, incomparable Rhianna handjobs, we got ourselves presentable, and went back inside.

I hugged him one more time for luck and I  did so, he whispered in my ear, “Rhianna, I love you so much.

“I know,” I said to him as he ran backstage to join his band.

I ordered my standard – Club Soda with lemon and watched as his band took the stage. Creighton, dressed all in black stepped up to the microphone. “This first song goes out to my other half, my muse, it’s called ‘Blue Rhianna.'”

It was originally titled “Slave For Rhianna,” but I made him change it.

I don’t know, though… I might make him change it back.

xo Rhianna http://www.phonesexcandy.com/rhianna

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