Phone Fun with Tania Zaetta

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Phone Fun with Tania Zaetta
Featuring Tania Zaetta
By The Pornographer
(voy, mast, inc, phonesex)


This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
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Growing up with a famous celebrity in the family can sometimes be rough, especially when it’s someone as beautiful as 26-year-old television personality, Tania Zaetta. For months on end, as her show climbed in popularity, I was hounded by friends who would constantly ask me for her autograph, and say; “I’ll give you 50 bucks if you...” It was the same unfortunate catch phrase Tania and Mike Whitney would say when approaching their potential victims.

Although we were cousins, our families lived apart interstate. While we lived in Sydney, Tania and her family lived down in Melbourne, and coming from a large Italian/Australian family, I hardly ever saw her except for the impromptu wedding now and then. Luckily for me, our mothers were very close and constantly spoke and stayed in contact.

It was while Tania was filming for her popular show that she relocated up to Sydney for a few months – moving in with her then boyfriend, Brad. As expected, I despised the son of a bitch, secretly jealous that he got to sleep with and have the girl of my dreams. Incidentally, I wasn’t the only one in the family who felt that way, as we all thought she was way too good for him. Now residing only a few suburbs away, I was more than delighted to see her pop in at least once or twice a week, briefly paying us a friendly visit.

Then, as luck would have it, only a few short weeks later, her relationship fell apart, and at the very last moment our families convinced her to stay in Sydney and move in to board with us for a while – just until she wrap things up and was finished with the show. With my younger Sister and Dad away on holidays together, the house was left to just me and Mum, and Tania happily agreed to move into the spare room next to mine – making herself at home in no time.

Bumping into her at various functions over the years, like most other men, I had often harbored some “unhealthy” thoughts towards her. But with her now sleeping only a few meters away from me and on the other side of the bedroom wall, it provoked my fantasies even further. Then, with my mother working nights, I found myself the luckiest man alive, spending time alone with Tania almost every single night. Although we usually hung out and talked in the living room, most nights she’d just stay up in her room, on the phone or the internet.

Though she was always friendly towards me, at just 19, I think she really just considered me a nuisance. Especially as I then began to “accidentally” walk in on her while she was in various states of undress or even in the bathroom. It was actually quite funny the first few times, but after a while she really started to get annoyed as I began to actually see some skin. At one point, I even walked in on her just as she was stepping out of the shower. Opening the door quickly, I stepped inside and saw everything!

Reaching for the towels, she yelled, “Josh get out, I’m in here!”

From then on in it was obvious that Tania was still upset and embarrassed about it and stopped spending so much time alone with me. Strangely, she never squealed on me, making me think a part of her loved the attention I was giving her. Truth was she hated it. Anyhow, over the next few weeks she was getting weary of me constantly spying on her and I now began to think of other ways to initiate a seduction with her, but cowardice and in-opportunity had played a major part on it and for the most part it just remained a dream.

At 26, Tania was extremely ‘gadget savvy,’ never going anywhere without her trusty mobile phone. She had it with her like most women carried a purse, and could quickly and fluently use all the functions on it, sending and receiving messages in an instant. Seeing how much she enjoyed her phone, I started to think of ways on how to use it to my advantage, and luckily for me an opportunity presented itself when about a month into her stay, Tania decided to sell her car.

It was a fairly old BMW, a bright red 88 model 320i convertible. The car was fine, but she just wanted a change - a friend of hers had recently leased a brand new Mercedes S class, which had built in DVD/MP3 and GPS navigation, and she instantly feel in love, wanting one immediately. Being the spoilt, pretentious bitch we all knew and loved her for Tania placed an ad for her car in a local paper the very next day, along with her mobile number.

Of course, no one knew the car and phone number belong to Tania Zaetta, but this gave me an idea. Yes, I know it was crazy, but at worst it would only cost me around $50, at best. I headed out to the nearest electronics store and bought one of those cheap ‘pay as you go’ mobile phones. My plan was simple – I was going to anonymously text her, break the ice, and then hopefully start to speak and get to know her a bit better. Who knows, maybe I’d even get to have a little fun with her.

I know it wasn’t exactly the best of plans, but it was the only one I could come up with at that point in time. I sat down with my new phone just fresh out of the wrapper, inserted the new SIM card and placed it on the charger. As I waited, I contemplated what would be my very first text to her. It took all morning but I finally I decided on a strategy – to just be myself, straight forward and straight to the point.


My very first text message to her was:

: HELLO, HOW ARE YOU DOING?

I know it wasn’t exactly the most intriguing or poetic line she’d ever heard, but hey, I was nervous as hell and in the end just wanted to get the ball rolling. I waited for a reply, and waited awhile. Not getting back to me, I considered she probably didn’t recognized my number and simply thought me to be some jerk that had come across with her number, (which had apparently happened before). Waiting impatiently, an hour later I messaged her again:

: CAN YOU GET BACK TO ME ON THIS NUMBER ASAP

It took all of that afternoon but finally she got back to me.

BEEP

I heard my cheap cell phone buzz and startled, I jumped in excitement. The funny thing was, as soon as I heard it beep, I only then began to ponder what I was doing? Texting my own cousin in this way was crazy, if she ever found out who and what I was doing, I would have been in real trouble. Nervously, I picked up the phone and just as I had predicted, the message read:


: WHO IS THIS?

She answered, not exactly an insightful response, but on further consideration of the original question, I couldn’t really expect anything else. I thought carefully to my reply - I needed to prize out more than a one word answer. As I fumbled with the buttons, she already asked me another question. I knew from now on I had to be a lot quicker.


: HOW DID U GET THIS NUMBER?

I ignored her question with one of my own.


: IS IT STILL 4 SALE?

She didn’t reply, so I continued:

: BECAUSE IM AN ADMIRER OF BOTH YOU AND YOUR CAR. I APPRECIATE RARE STOCK

Right, this was it. I’d either totally offended her into ignoring me, or had broken the ice intriguing her. I waited 5 minutes - nothing. I’d blown it.

Disappointed, I contemplated my next move, if any, then:

BEEP


: WOW THAT WAS VERY CHEEKY!

Sensing she was in a good mood, I excitedly replied.

: CAN U GIVE ME ANY DETAILS?

: WELL THE CARS BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK AFEW TIMES, BUT IS STILL IN EXCELLENT CONDITION - JUST LIKE HER OWNER! HEHEHE

I playfully typed.

: WOW. WELL DO U KNOW IF SHE’LL KEEP HER VALUE?

: DEFINETLY WHATS YOUR NAME?

Shit, I really hadn’t thought this through. I had no idea of what name to use. In a panic, I was just going to use mine, but at the last moment changed it from Josh to John. I sent:


: JOHN, WHATS YOURS?

Again, I waited - this had already lasted longer than I had any right to imagine.

: WELL SOME ADMIRER YOU ARE, YOU DONT EVEN KNOW MY NAME?


I quickly answered:

: WELL IVE SEEN YOU AROUND – I THINK YOUR A GORGEOUS BUT I DON’T KNOW YOUR NAME?


My pulse was racing. I had just told my very own cousin I found her sexy. God, if she ever found out it was me, she’d tear me a new one. I wondered what was going through her mind. I imagined her sitting in some television recording studio, editing her program while she played with her phone – nonchalantly punching in her messages.

: WELL ARE YOU INTERESTED IN BUYING THE CAR OR JUST CHATTING ME UP?

Damn, this was going great until she asked that. My next answer could potentially end our seduction.

: HOW WOULD U FEEL IF I TOLD U BOTH?

An open question, designed to leave it difficult for just a yes or no answer. As I sat at my PC in my room, I have to admit I was getting very excited by the whole situation. Her replies showed her to be a major flirt, something I had heard and hoped about, and only ever really witnessed in small doses.

BEEP

: SORRY JOHN BUT MUST GO - REALLY BUSY AT THE MOMENT AND HAVE TO MEET A DEADLINE. TAKE CARE

Well, that was it, I’d blown it. The opportunity just slipped through my fingers and seducing my sexy cousin just wasn’t in the cards. It looked as thought it would remain a childish fantasy. Depressed, I jumped on the Xbox for a few hours, annoyed with myself for fucking it all up...

Later that evening, right on cue, she arrived home. She was wearing her famous “Who Dares Wins” shirt, jacket and blue jeans. When she took off the jacket, her firm round breasts were well detailed. I use to dream about her as a teenager – those long toned legs, small firm breast and tight round ass. Her brown chestnut colored hair fell just past her shoulders and her make up was subtle, but perfectly applied – light red glossy lipstick and just the hint of eye shadow.

Disappearing into her room for a few minutes, she changed into something more comfortable, track pants and a tight top, before coming down stairs into the kitchen. Twice a week Mum did the graveyard shift which caused her to start work at 9pm, [as apposed to her usual 6pm] so we sat around the table and had dinner. We ate and talked, chatting about each others day – with the TV gently murmuring in the background.

My Mother asked her, “So anyone interest in the car yet?”

“No not yet,” Tania answered, thinking about it for a moment, “Though, I may have to drop the price a little if I don’t get rid of it in the next few weeks.”

“Well it’s only been a few days. Give it time” Mum told her.

I sat there thinking, ‘So no mention of “JOHN” yet.’

Going off to my room, Tania helped with the dishes while I wondered if she had even remembered our earlier text conversation. Later that night, as mum left for work she dropped Tania off at the local gym while I lay in bed depressed thinking about the missed opportunity...

A few hours later, I jumped in enthusiasm, hearing her come home. Listening to her move around the house, she knew I was in my room and announced she had come home.

“JOSH, I’M HOME OKAY?” she yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

“YEP!” I shouted back.

Listening intently, I heard her move past my door and disappear into her bedroom briefly, before reemerging and entering the bathroom where she then prepared a bath. Suddenly I had an idea. I picked up my phone, hit the message menu and sent a text. As predicted, her phone was by her side. I typed:

: R U STILL BUSY?

As I hit the ‘send’ button, I immediately heard her phone beep loudly in the hollow bathroom. I couldn’t help but chuckle in excitement and as a precaution I quickly I turned my phone to silent vibrate and held it tightly in my hand. Shortly after, I felt it alert me of an incoming message.

: SORRY JOHN, ONE OF THOSE DAYS - ARE YOU STILL TRYING 2 CHAT ME UP?

I read it over and over again, and then playfully wrote:

: TRYING? WOULD YOU MIND IF I WAS?

She simply replied with a cheeky symbol:

:

As I attempted to write her another message, I heard her switch off the water, and a moment later heard her groan in relaxation as she slipped into the hot bath. I couldn’t help but get hard imagining her totally naked only a few meters away, holding on to her phone and eagerly expecting my message.

: YOU KNOW YOU NEVER DID TELL ME YOUR NAME?

I cheekily wrote, before sending it. Again, I heard her phone beep, and I could hear her arms splash around as she went to lean over to read it. I wondered what she was going to say, would she use her real name or an alias.

: ITS TANYA.

Being a smart ass, I asked her:

: IS THAT WITH A “Y” OR A “J”

She waited an extra minute before answering honestly:

: ITS NEITHER. ITS ACTUALLY TANIA

: OH, OKAY. HI TANIA.

: TELL ME JOHN, ARE YOU SINGLE?

I replied:

: YES I AM. YOU?

I noticed she then ignored my question and kept asking me about other things, probing and testing me a little.

: YOU WORK?

: YES, IM IN THE CONSTRUCTION INDUSTRY.


: OH REALLY! THAT MUST HAVE ITS PERKS. YOU MUST KEEP REALLY FIT?

: OF COURSE

: I BET YOU GOT A GREAT TAN... MUSCLES TOO? HEHEHE.

This was great; my beautiful cousin was now openly flirting with me or “John” anyway.

: I MIGHT. BUT YOU LOOK GREAT TOO - DO U WORK OUT.


: NO. LUCKILY 4 ME IVE BEEN TOLD IM A NATURAL LOOKER… LOL.

I had busted her lying for the first time, and although she was just joking, I knew her well enough to know she knew just how sexy she was. The fact of the matter was, she was beautiful and intelligent, and she knew it. If she didn’t want to tell me that she frequented, let alone had just gotten home from the local gym then that was fine with me. Who was I to judge, so I amused her.

: I DEFINETLY AGREE.

: AW, HOW SWEET. I COULD DEFINETLY GET TO LIKE YOU. SO, HOW LONG YOU BEEN “ADMIRING ME”?

As usual, it was all about her, I laughed to myself.

: AFEW MONTHS...

: AFEW MONTHS???

: I SAW YOU GETTING INTO THE BEEMER A FEW MONTHS AGO & THOUGH YOU WHERE HOT!

: OH REALLY. “HOT” U SAY… PLEASE, CONTINUE

: I WAS 2 SHY 2 SAY HI. THEN I SAW YOUR NUMBER ON THE BACK WINDOW & DECIDED, WHAT THE HELL.

: WELL YOU DON’T SEEM 2 BE SHY NOW?

I decided to be a little more bold and assertive, and ask her about her love life – a topic I knew seemed to be a touchy one with her.

: YOU STILL DIDN’T TELL ME, ARE YOU SINGLE?

: HMM … AND YOU SAY YOUR SHY LOL

: STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION?

: WELL, MAYBE? WHY?

: OH COME ON!

From my bedroom door I could just make out her giggling in the tub.

: IVE BEEN SINGLE FOR AFEW MONTHS NOW. HAPPY?

: HOW COME A SEXY GAL LIKE YOURSELF IS STILL SINGLE?

: DON’T KNOW? HIGH STANDARDS I GUESS.

: WELL LOOKING AT YOU, I DON’T BLAME YOU.

: AW THANK YOU, YOU FLATTER ME SO WELL. SO HOW OLD ARE YOU?

I wondered how to answer this question. I was thinking of lying, making up something along the lines of 30 since I knew how much she seemed to love older men – instead I punched in:

: IM 39

Almost immediately, I regretted typing that. Why I said I was 39-years-old I’ll never know – of all the ages to say…

Upset with myself, I threw my phone and kicked my desk, injuring my toe. Swearing to myself, I noticed there was a noticeable silence.

“I’ve fucked it up again, I knew it!” I cursed at myself.

Up until then, her replies had been quite fast, and getting no response I knew I’d given the wrong answer. In the background, I then heard her step out of the tub, and a moment later exit the bathroom to rush into her bedroom. Carefully opening my door I just caught a quick glimpse of her bare legs as she disappeared into the room. To my delight Tania was only clad in a thick white bath towel, which was tightly wrapped around her body but looked as though it could fall off her at any moment.

Excited once again, I waited for her to close her door before I quietly snuck outside and onto the wrap around balcony and tried my best to look inside her bedroom window. Unfortunately, her blinds were half shut so I could only just catch passing glances from one of the mirrors in the room as she walked back and forth getting dressed. Rushing back inside I looked down at my phone and saw it read, ‘1 message received’

: SO WHERE ARE YOU TEXTING FROM?


She had replied after all. The seduction was back on!

: THE CITY, YOU?

: MY BEDROOM IF YOU MUST KNOW… IM JUST HERE WONDERING WHY IM TALKING TO A COMPLETE STRANGER!

Again, I almost immediately regretted sending the previous message as I only then, a moment later realized what she was hinting at and trying to say. I nervously fumbled with the text buttons, wanting to elaborate and not wanting to miss the opportunity. Back tracking, I then slightly over compensated as I impatiently wrote:

: WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?


Shit, I knew I’d blown it for sure this time. That was just way too sleazy and straight forward for Tania, I thought.


: THATS VERY CHEEKY, YOU BAD BOY! AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW THAT?

Feeling a little more confident and frisky I decided to take the chance and hoped to God she was in a playful mood. I replied:

: ID JUST LUV TO KNOW… GIVES ME SOMETHING TO... VISUALIZE

: HMM, I BET IT DOES. ARE YOU IN BED TOO?


My heart was now racing as she just admitted, in the sneakiest way, to being in her bed.


: YES, IM ALSO IN BED, BUT YOU STILL HAVEN’T TOLD ME WHAT YOUR WEARING

Again, after a few moments, I got the following reply:

: WELL, IVE GOT A BLACK THONG, STOCKINGS AND GARTER... MY LACE BRA AND HEELS ARE ALSO BLACK. YOU LIKE?

I immediately knew she was lying, but fuck could she paint a beautiful picture.


: NO, REALLY? BE HONEST

: OKAY. IM ACTUALLY WATCHING TV & JUST LAYING IN BED IN MY NIGHTIE.

: YOUR ALREADY DRESSED FOR BED?

: UH-HUH

: WELL THEN, GO ON?

: WITH WHAT HONEY?

I sort of paused for a moment when I saw she had already called me honey, and decided to turn it up a notch.

: YOUR NIGHTIE, BABY. DESCRIBE IT?

: WELL ITS SORT OF LIKE A LONG NIGHTGOWN, ONLY SHEER… HEHEHE

: WHAT ABOUT YOUR BRA AND PANTIES? WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE?

: UH HONEY, IM NOT WEARING ANY. I JUST GOT THE NIGHTIE ON!

: JUST THE NIGHTIE... A SHEER ONE?

: YEP. COM-PLETE-LY SEE THRU

God Damn!


In all my years of thinking and fantasizing about her, I never imagined this could be such an amazing turn on. Every time I heard our phones BUZZ and BEEP, I was filled with adrenalin and anticipation about what she would think and say. I tried to imagine Tania lying on her bed, near naked and watching television, but the thought alone made me light headed. Quietly sneaking over into the hallway, I looked down at her bedroom door and in fact saw the light flicker from the television.

At that exact moment all I wanted to do was just open that door, climb on her bed, and fuck the living shit out of her! Thinking hard, I took my time and decided to take it to the next level. I SMSed her:

: WOW, THAT SOUNDS AMAZING. DO U KNOW THE EFFECT YOUR HAVING ON ME?


Waiting an extra moment, I don’t think anyone or anything could have prepared me for what she said next.


: I HOPE ITS THE SAME EFFECT YOUR HAVING ON ME… HEHEHE

: WELL IM HAVING TO LOOSEN MY JEANS HERE

: HMM, JEANS YOU SAY?

: THERE GETTING VERY UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT NOW.

: IS MY SECRET ADMIRER GETTING ALITTLE… FRUSTRATED… HARD! I HOPE SO.

I nearly collapsed in shock! My own actual cousin was hoping that she was giving me an erection. To call what I had at that time an erection, was the understatement of the year. My cock was so hard, it felt more like a ‘maglite’ torch!

: ARE YOU GETTING… WORKED UP?

She teased for good measure.

: ARE YOU?

: YOU HAVE NO IDEA…

I daringly asked replied:

: TELL ME.

And then she hit me with it – like a bombshell. I was never going to be the same again.

: IM SO WET RIGHT NOW!

This text alone nearly made me cum. I’d often dreamed about this moment, and now here she was, right next door lying down and seemingly playing with herself!

: ID LUV 2 TASTE HOW WET U R RGHT NOW…

: WOULD YOU… ID LOVE THAT.

I had to try and calm down as my mind and body, let alone fingers weren’t working properly. I instructed her:

: SPREAD!


: I AM!

: R U TOUCHING YRSLF?

: YES, R U? U STILL HARD?!

: YES! I CAN JST PICTURE U LYING THERE… PETTING YOUR PRETTY PUSSY…

: R U STROKING YR HARD COCK 4 ME?

: GOD YES. HOW DOES YR PUSSY FEEL? DESCRIBE IT 2 ME…

: IM SO WET... IT FEELS SO NICE & SMOOTH...

: SMOOTH? PLEASE TELL ME I HEARD U RIGHT!

: HMM, YES. ESPECIALLY SINCE I JUST TRIMMED IT EARLIER…

: MMM NICE. U GOT ME SO FUCKIN HARD RIGHT NOW!

: …ITS REALLY SOFT & SMOOTH… I LIKE TO PLAY WITH THE HAIR JST ABOVE MY CLIT.

: YEAH, WHAT ELSE?

: I LIKE TO TEASE MY CLIT FOR A BIT BEFORE I DIP MY FINGER INSIDE ALITTLE!!!

: YEAH… HOW MANY FINGERS… IM STROKING REALLY FAST NOW!

: USUALLY JUST 1, BUT RIGHT NOW IM USING 2… PUSHING DEEP INSIDE ME!

: OH FUCK YEAH BABY, FUCK THOSE FINGERS FOR ME WHILE I PLAY.

: MMM, ARE U STROKING FOR ME BABY? I WANNA WATCH U STROKE.

: FUCK YEAH, WHILE U FUCK YRSELF.

: IF U WERE HERE NOW, ID WRAP MY LEGS AROUND YOU & PULL YOU INTO MY CUNT!


This was incredible. Firstly I was amazed I hadn’t cum yet as I was literally light headed and secondly I couldn’t believe the terms and language my usually polite and respectful cousin was using. Aroused, I got up off my bed and put my ear against the adjoining wall of my Tania’s room. I strained a little at first, but then to my delight heard gentle whimpers and finally moaning. My cousin was now close to climaxing.

I felt so excited, so proud that I had been responsible for pleasuring herself. My head was spinning. I then realized that it was my turn to text.

: U SEXY LITTLE BITCH… PLAY WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL PUSSY 4 ME.

: MMM YES, IM A BITCH! I NEED YR COCK INSIDE ME… SHOW ME & TEACH ME A LESSON!

: U NAUGHTY GIRL. IM OLD ENOUGH 2 B YR FATHER YET U WANT MY BIG FUCKING COCK INSIDE U!

: OH GOD YES! R8 NOW I GOT MY ASS UP IN THE AIR... FINGERS DEEP INSIDE ME NOW… DOGGYSTYLE!

Holy... fucking... shit! When she texted me that I nearly blew my load right then and there. It didn’t help matters that I could now clearly hear her going for it in the next room – she groaned and grunted as though she was really pumping her snatch furiously!!

: POUND THAT PUSSY LIKE I WAS THERE… SHOW ME HOW DEEP U CAN TAKE IT!!

: PUMPING... IN... & OUT… HARRRD & FASST!

She replied. I demanded commanded:


: I WANNA CUM ALL OVER U… WANT U TO SIT ON MY FACE & CUM & CREAM ALL IN MY MOUTH!

: OH GOD YESSS… SUCK ON MY CLIT YOU BASTARD! MAKE ME CUM!!

This was unbelievable. Now I didn't even need to hold my ear up to the wall as I could clearly hear her moaning out loud, oblivious to the fact that her young male cousin was next door in full ear shot. The sound was incredible – it actually sounded as if she wasn’t just masturbating but actually having sex with someone. I wanted to record it so I could play it back later and use it to masturbate to, but I just couldn’t think straight – I was too turned on to do anything!

: YR GONNA MAKE ME CUM. I WANNA CUM ALL OVER YOU!

: IM SOOO CLOSE… FUCK ME, CUM ON ME… CUM ALL OVER MY TITS! MY NIPPLES R SO HARD!!!

: I WANNA CUM ALL OVER YR PRETTY FACE…

: YES DO IT. CUM FOR ME! I LOVE THAT!! STICKING OUT MY TONGUE NOW!!!

And with that, I heard Tania begin to bellow a low gruntal moan that seemed to last for almost 20 seconds! Hearing the thump of her phone hit the floor after falling out of her hands, I only had time to grip my cock before climaxed in time with her and shooting my load right across the room – and what a load it was, what a mess!

I just stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had just happened. My breathing was heavy, my head was dizzy, images of Tania’s nude and sweat glistening body racing through my head. My desire to really touch her was almost overwhelming. A minute later, I heard my phone ‘vibrate’ again. As I grabbed it, my hand still wet with my own cum, I read ‘1 message received’

As I clicked to read it – I froze.

: JOHN, YOU WANNA MEET UP?

“Shit?” I thought to myself, “What do I do now?”


To Be Continued.