The Caller 1
Introduction:
I get an anonymous call from a woman and obey.
As far as sex goes… well, there isn’t really that much to talk about. I don’t go out much and don’t necessarily need a man in my life. I guess when I have to sum it up, then I’d say that sex isn’t all that important to me. At least, that’s what I had said if you’d have asked me a couple of weeks ago.
In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. It’s my most important business tool, and so I don’t spend much thought about when or where to answer it – it’s a natural reflex. So when one day, I was out early to prepare a house for a potentially interested couple, I got a call from an undisclosed number, I wasn’t very surprised by it; it happens all the time.
“Hi,” said a female voice on the other end of the line. “So, where were we?”
“Hi,” I replied, pausing for a moment to think who it might be that called. Did I forget an appointment? Was there a conversation that got interrupted?
Before I could say anything else, the voice continued: “Ah right. You were going to tell me how wet you are.”
I was speechless. My first impulse should’ve been to hang up, but at that moment I was so confused and taken aback, that I couldn’t get a clear thought formed in my head. Was this woman flirting with me? Having phone sex with me? Or did I misunderstand something?
“Put a finger in your pussy and hold your phone against it so I can hear how wet it sounds,” said the caller determined. That was more than clear, and everything within me told me to just hang up. But… god, now that she mentioned my pussy, I had to admit, I was getting wet. The thought of this stranger telling me what to do, wanting me, finding me desirable without even knowing me, turned me on more than I cared to admit.
Quietly, I went to a remote room of the empty house I was in and pulled up my skirt enough to let me reach inside my panties. My fingers touched my pussy only slightly, but that was enough to confirm that I was indeed getting wet. I gasped almost inaudibly into the phone.
“Didn’t you hear?” the voice said again. “I want to hear your wet little twat suck in your fingers.”
I didn’t dare to answer. Somehow, I thought that as long as I don’t say anything the whole thing wasn’t real, as if I didn’t admit it then. Like there was no way for anyone to tell wheter I actually did these things she told me to or not.
Trembling, I pushed down my panties – nice, soft green panties that I had a matching bra for, and which always made me feel really good – pushed them down until I could feel the cool air against my labia. Holding the phone close to my crotch, I crooked index and middlefinger of my other hand and pushed them up inside my pussy.
Quietly they slid in. I heard no noise coming from between my legs and almost felt disappointed, when suddenly the silence was interrupted by the faint voice coming from the phone, almost inaudibly. “Come on,” she said, “you know how to make that pussy squirm.”
Defiantly, I moved my fingers faster and faster, probing myself deeper and getting more and more horny at that, until the fingers were covered in slick juice all over, spreading it out across my labia. Now, there were faint sucking noises coming from my crotch every time I pushed in or out. The woman moaned satisfied.
“Mmh, very good,” she said. “Now lick them clean. I want to hear your greedy mouth suck your cunt juice off your fingers.”
I gasped. Part of me wanted to just go on playing with my pussy, another part of my wanted to throw the phone away and hide in shame, but the biggest part, the one that finally won, just wanted to obey this mysterious stranger and follow her instructions.
So I brought the phone back up to my ear and began to lick my wet fingers. I don’t usually do that, and so the taste of my – or anyone’s – vaginal secretion was unfamiliar to me. However, it was not unpleasant, and so soon I had my fingers both in my mouth, sucking at them like a child would suck a popsicle. I smacked my lips a few times, making sure the caller could hear me well.
“Hmm, you like your own pussy in your mouth?” she said while I ran my tongue in between the fingers, licking them clean. I didn’t answer her and instead sucked a little harder, acting like my mouth was too full to reply.
“Mh, very good then,” she continued, “make sure those fingers are all wet from spit, so you can get them into your ass.”
I stopped. No, I thought. I’ll never do this. I’ve never done this, and I certainly won’t start with it now. This is where I draw the line.
“Come on,” the voice said harshly, interrupting my thoughts as if she had read them. “You know you want to, your little asshole is already itching for it, and just thinking about it makes your pussy juices run down your legs.”
Fuck, I thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, yes! I did want to do that! Why did I suddenly want to do that? Where are these feelings coming from? What was going on with me?
Almost mechanically, I reached behind me and bent over slightly, leaning against a windowsill while I ran my fingers across my butt, my nice round butt that I was so proud of. The tip of my middle finger was already poised at my anus, as if it had never done anything else, and I finally held my breath and pushed against it.
The sensation made me gasp for air. It was dirty, it was painful, it was… wrong… but at the same time, it felt soooo hot. I never knew how warm it was inside my ass, how good it felt to get it penetrated, how… how much of a slut it made me feel. How much it made my pussy water.
I must’ve started moaning without realizing it, being focussed on the sensation from my finger in my asshole, when the voice talked to me again: “Yes, that’s it,” she said. “Take it deep up your little whore ass, and start fucking it. This is how you need to be fucked, only in your asshole, like a dirty whore.”
I pushed my finger in and out, spurred on by her words. Whoever she was, the lady could talk dirtier than anyone I had ever met. “Nice and deep, with both fingers,” she directed me. “That’s how you like it, don’t you?”
I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, but pushed my other finger into my ass, just like she requested. The sensation was more than I could stand. “Uuuhhhhhhhh,” I groaned, feeling stretched hard and painful, my asshole burning from the intrusion.
“What was that?” she said, slight mockery in her voice. “I didn’t hear you, ass slut. Did you say you like it?”
I shuddered, moving my fingers slowly in and out, trying to reach deeper with some unknown urge. “Oh my god,” I whispered, immediately regretting it.
“I can’t hear you, whore,” the voice replied, louder and more demanding than before. “Speak up!”
“Y-yes,” I whispered into the phone. “Yes…” The fingers in my ass stopped moving as I felt I had crossed a line into a scary and unknown territory.
“Yes what?” she asked, not letting me off the hook that easily.
“Yes, I like it,” I replied, my voice hoarse like I had not spoken in years.
“You like what?” she prodded, almost taking a sadistic delight in my emotional upheaval.
“I… I like it in… in my ass,” I replied again, getting more and more quiet towards the end. I took a deep breath, and repeated: “I like it in my ass,” trying to sound as confident and in control as I could.
“Then fuck that ass!” she commanded, harsh and loud. Without hesitation, I pushed my fingers fast and deep into my anus, fucking it like I had fucked my pussy when I was at my horniest.
I couldn’t believe how good that made me feel, I couldn’t believe how fucking wet my pussy was getting and I especially couldn’t believe I was doing all this because a stranger on the phone told me to. “Uh yes,” I moaned into the phone, “god yes, this is soo good.”
I gasped and groaned, having forgotten everything about my surroundings when I suddenly saw movement outside of the window. The couple had arrived!
I panicked, throwing the phone on a counter while I pulled up my panties, straightening my skirt all the while not knowing what to do with my two sticky fingers now.
Smiling, I opened the door, avoiding having to shake their hands while I rushed them through the house, giving them the shortest estate tour ever, while I made damn sure not to hang up my phone.
When they left, about 10 minutes later, slightly bewildered and confused by my apparent lack of interest in selling the house, I caught my breath, leaning against the door I had just closed behind me. From the phone I could hear giggles.
“Haha, mmmh. I take it you didn’t want me to go while you were busy?” the voice said.
“God, I… I’m sorry,” I answered hurriedly. “That was…”
“Shut up,” she interrupted me. “Shut up and spread your legs. You’ll rub your little clit now harder than you ever have before, you hear me?”
I swallowed hard and nodded, spreading my legs as I sunk to the floor, my right hand pulling up my skirt and pushing my panties aside, immediately starting to rub on my clit.
“Hard,” she reminded me. “You want to cum, after all, don’t you little slut?”
“Y-yes,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. “Then take a picture of yourself, like you are now. Make sure your hand is at your cunt while you do.”
I swallowed again. “B-but… I just want to come…”
“You’re not allowed to, until you have taken a picture of the horny little ass slut that you’ve become. Now do as you’re told,” she commanded.
I paused, wide-eyed. She wouldn’t know if I did or not, would she? I considered just acting like I obeyed her, just to get this over with, and finish myself. But something in the back of my mind actually wanted me to obey. I wanted to be told what to do, to have her guide me, use me and, yes, abuse me. And a picture won’t hurt, right?
I turned on the camera on my phone and held it as far away from me as possible. Click. Click click. Jocelyn, with her skirt up her waist, her legs spread and her right hand at her fucking wet pussy, on the floor of a client’s home. Click. With a finger in her pussy. Click. Two fingers. Click. Pulling her tits out. Click. Both tits hanging free. Click. Her nipples harder than she had thought possible. Click. Is that pussy juice on the floor there? Click. God, how deep does this pussy go?
Moaning and trembling, I finally pulled up the phone again. “I… it’s done,” I said.
“Hard now,” she replied. “Fuck it hard.”
“Yes!” I said, and thought. Finally I’m getting to masturbate. My fingers slipped wild across my clit, rubbing it so fast that I was afraid my arm would go stiff. This is what I wanted all along? Fucking myself on the floor, being ordered around by a stranger, used like a whore?
I came. God, like I came. My legs clenched tight, my hand squeezed painfully in between, not wanting to let go of my clit just yet, but the orgasm raced like electricity through my abdomen. I groaned, bending forward, loud into the phone, my hair flinging wildly into my face.
“Good slut,” the voice on the phone said. “Well done.”
I gasped, too much out of breath to respond. “T… thank you,” I said finally.
“Well then,” she said, “remember this.”
I paused, puzzled. Was that it? Is that everything? Did I… would I even want more? Shouldn’t I be glad it’s over? Why did I feel like this? Why did I want it not to end?
“Wait,” I said. Can I see you again, I thought. Can I get more? No words seemed to be able to come across my lips though.
“Yes?” she said, slightly amused.
“Do you… can you call me again? Some day?” I asked. Tomorrow, I thought. Tonight. In an hour. Soon, please soon.
“Mmh, do you want more, little slut?” she asked, keeping me on edge.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I do. I want more. So much more. Please…” What was happening to me? I was begging like a little teenage girl.
“Very well, then,” she said. “For our next time, do not wear underwear, and bring a toy.”
“B-but…” I said, “but I don’t know when our next time will be.”
“Exactly,” answered the caller and hung up.
