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“Mhn.. Spammy..” Tenna mewls, her voice trembling.
Silicone thighs grind against the plush haven of her pillow, her pussy dripping over the vibe held under her abdomen. Her skirt was hiked over her hips, her panties and tights pulled down to her knees. Spamton had been away on a business trip for a few days now, leaving the TV host yearning for her lover. It certainly didn’t help that the latter simply adored teasing her girlfriend over the phone, her sultry voice whispering promises of pleasure and debauchery that left Tenna’s thighs clenching.
“Hah..” A particularly harsh roll of her hips pulls a whimper from Tenna’s mouth, her claws twisting into the pillows.
Sweat and drool pools onto her couch as she imagines her lover’s face, her tongue, her fingers..
‘Atta girl, Ann… good girl.’
Tenna sniffles, grinding her clit harder on the vibrator. Angel, she misses her girlfriend so much. The mere thought of that sweet voice, that beautiful smile.. it was making her emotional.
‘Mommy’ll take care of you, [[Sugar, Honey.]] Just a little longer, [#*?@]..’
Whines flow from Tenna’s throat, Spamton’s simulated voice further punching arousal into her gut. The vibrations of the toy feel euphoric against her clenching cunt, one of her hands trailing to squeeze at her silicone breast.
“Ohh, fuu-uck..! Spammy, Spams.. mnhhh..!”
Vulgar language is reserved for late night endeavours for Tenna, it’s very rare for her to let her ‘circuits’ loose, but something about Spamton.. about how she’d smirk whenever Tenna turned her parental controls off, how she didn’t.. care if she was vulgar.
Like she liked her no matter how she acted.
Her heart clenches, a sob escaping her throat as she slows her relentless pace on her hips. How embarrassing, only a few days away from her girlfriend and Tenna practically falls apart. Poor Spamton, having such a desperate partner.
Isn’t it suffocating to have someone so obsessed? Would she soon grow tired of her antics? Be scared away?
Tenna sniffles, shaking the thoughts from her head. She can’t bear to think about it.
Suddenly, a loud ringing sounds next to her head. Tenna flinches, a squeak escaping her mouth. She lifts her hips in a panic, reaching for the phone on the coffee table and bringing it to her head.
“Miss Ann Tenna speaking..! Um, who’s there?” She exclaims, a bit too loud to be considered normal. Not to mention nasally, curse her sensitivity!
A giggle, that giggle.. “Hey [Sugar, Honey, Honey]! You okay?”
“Spammy..!”
The TV host perks up immediately, her tail wagging and her smile beaming.
“I missed you! Well, miss you! So much! Haha! How are YOU?”
“Aww Tens.. I’m great! The business has been boomin’ over here! Feels like I should be [Livin’s Easy] here instead of Cyber City! Can you imagine the [Raw Dough] I’d bring in!” Rambles Spamton, her voice brimming with excitement.
However, with every word uttered, Tenna was deflating. Her size decreases with every passing second, her antennae drooping.
Is she.. really serious? She wants to live there? Away from Tenna?
No way, were her worries becoming reality? She’d really grown sick of her; realised she was overqualified for TV Time, that she’s better than some show?
Was she looking for better than Tenna?
Panic fills her circuits as she attempts to listen to what her girlfriend is saying, tears beginning to flow again. How selfish, how self important is she to be so worried about herself, instead of feeling thrilled for her partner? Spamton is naturally charismatic, a star. Truly an incredible businesswoman. It’s no wonder she’d find something better than Tenna.
She’s outdated, old news.
Amidst the muffled talking on the other side of the phone, the host realises her joints are aching from holding the hands and knees position for so long. She sniffles, before an idea lightbulbs above her.
Tenna hesitates. Until she doesn’t.
A moan falls past her lips as her hips fall back onto the vibrator, the phone feeling cool against her screen. Faintly, Tenna can hear her girlfriend suck in a breath across the line, accompanied with a quiet swallow.
“Tens.. are you [#*?!]ing yourself..?”
Tenna moans at the lewd question, her fangs digging into her lip from embarrassment. She figures it’s confirmation enough and grinds down harder, her other hand trailing back down to twist at her dial under her bra.
“‘M.. missing you… missing you so much, honey..”
The statement is warbled with emotion, tears flowing freely down her screen. Her breathing grows laboured with both pleasure and despair, the arousal hot in her stomach and the sadness heavy in her chest.
“Oh Ann… you missin’ mommy that much, [Sweetly]?”
Her voice.. every syllable churns her libido, making her increasingly wetter. Spamton’s accent, her tone.. speaking to Tenna like she’s some kind of pathetic animal. It’s enough to wring another lewd moan out of the host’s throat, vigorously nodding like Spam can see her.
“Yes! Yes.. missing you so much, mommy.. I..I don’t know what to do with myself..! Need you here..”
Embarrassingly, Tenna grows more hysterical the longer she speaks. Her desperation rises alongside her panic as she humps the pillow harder. She’d always been the more attached out of the two, that’s not to say Spamton wasn’t prone to some clinginess, but Tenna’s dependency on Spam was borderline.. Concerning.
The host chokes on a sob, hearing Spam coo quietly through the phone.
“My poor [Cathode].. Take it easy, will ya?” The latter pauses, continuing: “I’m.. coming home tonight, Tens..”
“Y..you are? Really? You’re.. coming back?”
Spamton sighs, before chuckling fondly through the receiver.
“Yes. Tens.. I'm coming back [In The House Tonight].”
Relieved, Tenna sighs. A signature scarlet flower blossoms with a pop from her nose as she readjusts her position.
“Oh Spammy.. I’ve.. hah.. been waiting days for you to say those words! Mnh.. I..”
“Yeah, yeah, I.. missed you too, [Sweetly].. I’ve been dyin’ to get my hands on you.. make you feel good.”
The host’s heart skips a beat, a gasp slipping past her teeth as she increases her pace again.
“Yeah..? What, hah.. What would you do to me, big shot?”
A low chuckle sounds from the phone, shooting straight to Tenna’s positively soaking pussy. God, she could cum from her voice alone.
“Well, I know you love slow foreplay.. I’d kiss you against that pompous desk y’got.. maybe run my hands up and down your thighs.. those firm fuckin’ thighs..”
Drool pools onto the couch below Tenna, her tail swishing excitedly from the erotic scenario.
“Mh— mhm..?”
A belt unbuckles, not Tenna’s. Shuffling.
“Then.. mh.. unbutton that tight shirt.. touch those dials you love to talk about..” A quiet groan. “..—tease you through those lace panties.”
“..and my pantyhose? I’m wearing pantyhose..” Tenna interrupts, her fingers twisting the dial on her breast as her cunt engulfs the vibe.
Offguard, the addison scoffs. “Then I'll rip a hole in those pretty panty[Hose for $5.99!] and let everyone see how much of a slut you are for me.”
If Tenna was wet before, she’s practically torrential now, a shrill whine sounding through her office. Spam knows just how much her partner adores an audience, and the idea of the addison showing off her debaucherous side was nearly enough to send the host into overdrive.
“Ohh, honey! I miss you.. need you! So bad..” Tenna whines.
Her breathing grows even heavier, her hips grinding down vigorously and shaking the couch. By this point, the pillow is drenched in her arousal, her thighs spread wide around the protrusion under her heavy hips.
“Fuck.. keep whining like that, Ann. You’re so [Hot, Hot, Hot!] Can’t wait to fill that pretty pussy..” Spam groans through the receiver, her voice feeding the flame of arousal twisting in her girlfriend’s gut.
Tenna is nothing if not a good girl for her partner, immediately whimpering and hammering her hips onto the vibe. Consequently, she can hear Spamton’s breathing grow ever more laboured. It’s cute, how fast she can get off to her girlfriend’s pleasure.
“Oh.. Spammy.. I’m gonna— hah.. cum.. please can I..?”
Another breath sucked through teeth. “..Depends. How badly did you miss me babydoll? Tell me just how much you missed mommy.”
Tenna wails, biting her lip to hold back her orgasm.
“BAD! So ff— fhuucking bad! Couldn’t stop touching myself.. wishing it was you! Replayed y.. mhh.. your voice all day..! I missed you so much, mommy!”
If she was in a sober state of mind, Tenna would probably be embarrassed by her honesty. But right now? She needed to cum and would say whatever her beloved wanted her to.
Spamton groans louder than she had the whole afternoon, growling through the receiver.
“Fuck, Tens. You’re so [Good Deals!], so fuckin’ behaved. Cum for mama, baby.”
The low tone of the addison’s voice is enough to send Tenna over the edge, panting out whines and whimpers as her hips slide over the drenched toy. Wagging profusely, her tail swishes behind her as her clawed hand digs into the pillows.
“Hahh.. ohh! Thank you, thank you mommy.. mhh!” She manages to pant out, orgasm thrumming through her circuits and leaving her sparking.
Faintly, the host hears her girlfriend shakily curse, before a muffled groan sounds through the phone. Long, prolonged.. Spam was cumming.
Tenna’s heart soars with adoration as she recovers from her climax, listening intently to the heavy breathing in the receiver. She’s much too exhausted to even consider moving yet, but is forced to roll over with a whine when the vibe begins overstimulating her. With a click, the toy is turned off and discarded somewhere on the floor. That’s a problem for later.
“Hah.. hey.” Finally, Spam’s voice mumbles.
“Hey..”
“You uh.. you alright?”
With a giggle, Tenna smiles widely. She’s always so coy after they finish.
“Yes! Better than alright! And.. yourself? How are you feeling?”
Another chuckle. “Ditto, [Sweetly]. You were uh, you were great. As you always are, [Sugar, Honey, Honey].. I miss you too, for the record.”
Can she get any cuter?
The TV host smiles, resting her head on the arm rest as she holds the phone close to her.
“Missing you more, darling.. please hurry back home, Spammy. I.. I love you.”
A small exhale, the smile evident in her tone.
“I love you too, [Cathode.] I’ll be home in a [Jif]fy.”