Phone Sex

She sits nervously at her desk, knowing that the call is coming; knowing that any time now, for the first time, she’s going to hear from him at her place of employment. She has no idea what to expect, no clue what he may ask her to do. She is nervous but excited, scared but giddy; she wonders if she’ll be able to carry out whatever he has in mind for her.

*RING*

She about jumps out of her chair, the phone has startled her that badly.

*RING*

She stares at it, like she thinks it may bite her if she reaches for it.

*RING*

Without realizing that she’s even doing it, she answers, “F-f-family Health Center, Kelsey speaking...”

“I'm hard right now,”

“R-r-really?” she pauses and breathes deeply, shooting furtive glances around her office, “and how may I help you with that?”

“Take lunch, go to your car, drive somewhere secluded where you can talk freely. You have twenty minutes, then I will call again,” and the line goes dead.

She sits and stares at the receiver until she is woken by the annoying blast of the off hook signal. She hangs up the phone and reaches for her purse. On the way out of the building, she stops by her supervisor’s office.

Leaning against the door frame of a mirror image of her own office, she inquires, “Glorimar?”

“Yes, honey! Wot can ol’Glorimar do for you today?” She smiles at the heavy Jamaican accent. This large, very dark skinned woman is not only her supervisor but her friend as well.

“I’m going to take lunch now, is that ok?”

“Well for sure, my dear, but it looks ta me like you’ve seen a ghost! Are you feelin’ ok? You’re lookin’ a shade or two more pale den you usually are,” the bright, white smile shining inside the dark mahogany face tells her that her friend is sincere in her concern, while still on her normal teasing toes.

Seizing on the opportunity fate has just dropped in her lap, “I’ve got a touch of a migraine, but have no idea where it came from. It’s not that time right now, you know?” raising her hand to her temple for effect.

“Ahhhhh,” the Jamaican woman responds, giving her a sideways look, like a mother about to scold an errant child, “sure’an I tol’ you, din I? Ol’ Glorimar knows, yes she does. Now chil’, you just take yo’self on de way, back home. I don wan ta see you back here today, d’you hear me?”

Feeling only slightly guilty for misleading her friend, she steps around the desk to give her a friendly kiss on the cheek, “Yes mother,” she says with an exasperated tone, “I know better than to argue with the Office Mother.”

“Well, at least one o’my children in dis place has learned som’tin!” Glorimar is chuckling good naturedly as she shoos her friend out, “g’wan now, get yo’self to a nice dark, cool room, and don forget the compress for ya head, now, ya hear??” She calls after her.

“Yes, mom, I hear and I’ll remember!” The last thing she hears as the heavy back door closes is the continued chuckling of her friend.

Once inside her own place, she is a flurry of activity. She quickly changes out of her business clothes into her usual, and much more comfortable, jeans and t-shirt. Her cell phone tucked securely away in her hip pocket, she grabs a diet Pepsi from the ‘fridge and putters around waiting for his call.

She doesn’t have long to wait, in the middle of a long gulp of soda, her cell begins to vibrate in her pocket. Almost causing a spit take, she fumbles the can slightly with one hand while reaching for her phone with the other.

“H-h-hello?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Are you able to speak freely?”

“Yes.”

“Where are you?”

“I-I’m home. I-I got the afternoon off.”

There were several heartbeats of silence; just enough to make her worry that she’d displeased him.

“Well, that certainly alters my plans slightly, but only for the better.”

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Where are you? Specifically, in the house?”
“I’m in the living room.”

“Sitting down?”

“No, but I can if you wish me to.”

“Yes, get comfortable, your couch, favorite chair, whatever you watch TV in, I guess.”

As she settles in, she responds, “My overstuffed chair and a half is where I usually veg out in front of the TV.”

“Sounds perfect. Now, what were we discussing?”

Her mind flashes to sitting in her office, and hearing his words ‘I’m hard right now’. She feels her face color once again. She can’t get any words out; she’s too embarrassed to even allow them to pass her lips.

“What. Were. We. Discussing.?” his words are clipped and distinct, she can hear the annoyance begin to slip in. She knows she has to answer him, or face repercussions.

Swallowing hard and steeling herself to hear words that have barely occupied her mind, let alone been voiced, she answers, “You said you were hard,” then corrected herself, “you said you were very hard.”

It came out easier the second time. What was that children’s ditty? ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me’? Maybe the kids were on to something.

“Was that difficult for you to say?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I-I’ve never said such things.”

“What kind of things?”

This was an open ended question; she knew he expected a detailed answer, but had no idea what to say.

He prompted her once again, “It was a very simple statement, what about it could possibly be difficult?”

She knew exactly what it was about the words; it was the mental picture they caused to appear in her mind. Unbidden and from where she had no idea, but the words made a picture and the picture made her body feel strange.

“It makes me feel funny,” she finally says, rushing the words, hoping he’ll leave it alone, but knowing he won’t.

“Feel funny?” his voice taking on a slightly mocking tone, “how can a bunch of words make you feel funny? What do they make you feel?”

~I should have kept my big mouth shut!~ she thinks to herself. She’s going to have to reveal herself, again, peel back another layer of insulation, another layer closer to ideas, and thoughts, and fantasies that she’d just as well prefer to keep hidden. Or so she thought.

“I get warm,” she says, knowing he wants more, “I get these butterflies in my stomach.”

“Do you like the feeling? Do you like how your body responds to the words? Do you like to hear that I’m hard for you?” his voice is relaxed and steady, calming, like a metronome.

She can’t help but answer truthfully, “Y-yes. Yes I do.”

“What else do you like?”

She’s biting her lip, thinking, taking stock of what else runs through her mind and body, “Knowing that it’s me, you’re thinking of me and I’m causing it”

“Causing what?” he wants to hear her say it

She smirks to herself, knowing what he’s doing, knowing what he wants to hear, her walls of daily conformity and lemming-like way of life are beginning to crumble. Another layer is peeled away as she speaks, “Causing you to get hard.”

“Very hard,” he corrects, “for you,” he states matter-of-factly.

“For me?” she is still astonished at the interest he has shown in her.

“You, and only you,” his answer is straightforward, no beating around the bush, no bull pucky.

It is this way of speaking that makes it very easy for her to believe everything he says, no doubt, no second guessing, “Thank you.”

He dials things up a notch, “My cock is twitching, twitching because I’m thinking about you.”

He hears her shocked intake of breath, knows that she’s tensed up, marginally less relaxed that she was just seconds ago. He can picture her, draped across her overstuffed chair; head resting on one chair arm, one foot on the floor, the other one hanging off the other chair arm. One arm is over her head, maybe playing with her hair, the other resting simply on her abdomen.

~Curiosity killed the cat!~ she admonishes herself, even as she begins to speak, “What are you thinking?”
He hears her relax once again as her question hangs there, he has her, and they both know it. There are more layers to get past, but this was the one he knew she was most afraid of. ~That first one is always the hardest, little one.~

“I’m thinking of teasing you with my cock,” he hears her breath hitch slightly, “or possibly offering you to others.”

A barely audible whimper escapes her, if he hadn’t been listening for it, he certainly would have missed it. But it was there, her tell, just as plain as day. ~Those long nights of poker with the guys are finally paying off,~ he thinks and smiles to himself.

“That thought excites you,” it’s more a statement than question. “You want me to share you, you want me to watch.”

“N-n-no, No,” her denial is only half hearted and she knows it. She knows now that he heard her, knows how her breath hitched at his words. No, not words, but word; others.

“Don’t lie to me, I know what you want, I can see you, draped across your chair. I hope your hands aren’t in your pants! I haven’t given you permission for that!” his voice stern, but not angry. “Tell me, tell me NOW, what do you see?”

She’s been called on the carpet, he knows, knows HER. Somehow, that layer took with it a huge weight; she can feel its absence. She’s never felt like this, but she goes with it, “You're sitting in a chair, off to the side, watching me suck them, for your entertainment.”

He smiles, he’s pleased, very pleased actually. He knows that she knows that layer, the one she was so afraid of, is gone now.

“You’re stroking yourself, slow and lazy, enjoying what you’re seeing, what I’m doing, because you've ordered me to. Ordered me to take them deeply into me, licking and tasting.”

“Yessss,” he hisses as her words wash over him, “because I ordered you - because I want you to please them for me.”

“Oh yes....telling me to show them what a good little sub I am for you, how well I obey your instructions.”

He can’t help it, these words, tumbling from her lips for the first time, as easy as melting snow down a mountain side, he responds vocally to her, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

She likes hearing that she’s having an effect on him, lowering her voice to a sultry purr she goes on, “I’m kneeling in profile.....so you can see them disappear down my throat. Their hands are holding my head still as they fuck my face…..”

Now it is his turn to catch his breath, he never thought that word would ever find voice from within her, “MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
“Their hips thrusting, my hands, restrained behind me…….”

“Mmmmmmm, nice touch, very niiiiice…”

“….just to ensure my obedience.”

“Yessss, love what I see, love holding face and fucking mouth….you are mine, you are MY sub, MY little sub slut!”

His words do not go unnoticed by her, “Ooohhhh, my nipples are hard…”

“I like that…”

“Standing out firm, poking through my blouse”

“Remove your blouse, baby girl, and your bra…..give some attention to those lovely nipples.”

“MMmmmmm thank you!”

A few moments of rustling and he hears her begin to please herself, “AAAhhhh…oh my! So hard, firm, like pencil erasers…”

“I stand and approach you, forcing your face to the floor - raising your ass - and I offer them your pussy.”

“MMmmmmmmm ooohhhh thank you sir."

He laughs at the new endearment, he likes it, “Heh heh heh, now they can fuck you - but you can’t see them.”

“Oh but I like that....I like the thrill of not knowing who's having me….”

“Very well then, tell me what happens next.”

“My hands are still cuffed behind my back, my face half buried in a pillow….”

“Nice…”

“I'm bent over a wedge, hips supported, totally open, totally exposed…”

“MMmmmmmm, yes, I like that, open for all, all can see your pussy.”

“I’m just there, for all to see and touch and play with if they wish.”

“Yes, very nice…”

“All I can see is you.....settling back down in your chair, off to the side….”

“MMmmmmm…I’m very hard, my dear, and stroking myself.”

“An evil smile is making its way across your face....” she allows a smile to herself at his admission, pleased that she is pleasing him, “because you can see who is coming for me. Tell me who is coming to use me, sir.”

He is surprised that she’s turned the scene back over to him, but proceeds. “There is a large man, large and hairy, but with a rather small cock. I bet he will be mean because his cock is so small. Tell me, tell me how he treats you.”

“I feel hands on my backside, sliding across my butt, up my sides. I feel his hairy chest against my butt cheeks and then my back. He is leaning over to whisper in my ear…”

“What is he saying?”

“He’s saying ‘Gonna break you in now, little one......you're gonna like what I've got for you.’"

“That sounds very good, make me proud, my little slut.”

“He runs his fingers roughly up my slit....clitty to back, he makes an appreciative noise at how wet I am, and I think I hear him say something like ‘that's good, little one, it will make it easier.’ Then I feel his hands, moving all over my ass. Spreading my cheeks, fingers floating over my rear hole. You see my eyes grow wide with fear and questioning.”

A naughty sounding laugh escapes him, slightly surprised she is going in this direction, “Heh heh heh heh.”

“Questioning, wanting to know if this is what you desire to see. He works my little puss, and despite myself, I continue to drip with arousal.”

“Yes, I want you used.”

“He keeps moving more and more of my own juices back further and further until I'm sure my asshole is dripping as much as my pussy.”

“I like, yes I like very much.”

“He settles in behind me, pushing my knees further apart….”

“I want to see you used, used anyway they want.”

“I feel him, holding his cock in his hand, and sliding the head all up and down my slit, up and down my crack. He pauses at the entrance to my pussy, and pushes in. No resistance. Is it size? Or wetness?
It doesn’t matter.”

“Both.”

“All he wanted was his entire length coated with my juices.”

“Nice.”

“He pulls out, resting just the head at my entrance, his thumb is poised and resting on my little rosebud asshole. Slowly, to everyone’s surprise, he pushes his thumb into my ass! I'm so wet……”

“Mmmmmmm…yessssss, very niiiice.”

“,,,,,there's hardly any resistance even here, here in my virgin asshole! At the same time, he pumps me, pumps his cock into my pussy, and his thumb in my ass. Both in and both out. Not alternating, both at the same time; in and out. My eyes close, I'm getting used to the feeling. The sway of the thrusts…..”

“The crowd cheers him on…”

“…the rhythm of his cock fucking my pussy and his thumb stretching my ass, he feels me relax.....knows that I am ready, his rhythm slows only slightly, and before it even registers he pulls his cock free of my pussy,……”

“…..and……?”

“…his thumb is free of my ass, and he plunges his cock into my ass up to the hilt!!!”

“YES! FUCK THAT ASS!”

“In one long thrust…..”

“FILL HER!”

“….he is balls deep in me. He holds for a moment, knowing he has surprised and shocked me. But he wants me to realize that I have taken him, all of him….”

“Balls deep in your ass!”

“…..the entire length of his cock, into my ass in one thrust.”

“Is he riding you hard?”

“His hands both on my hips now, controlling the movement. I am his toy, his play thing. Moving on his cock as he wants….fast …or slow. Hard or easy. It is all in his hands.”

“Your ass is his.”

“Yes, because his hands are on my hips and that is how he controls me.”

“I'm hard as a rock now - I wish you could see me stroking.”

She’s surprised by this admission from him, but realizes her own truth, “I wish I could too.” She pauses to get her breathing under control.

“He's gripping me tighter now; I feel his fingers pressing into my flesh, moving me faster, with definite determination. Fucking me, sliding me on him….”

“Fucking your sweet, tight ass. Your ass belongs to him right now, and no other.”

“People can hear our sweaty bodies slapping together as he pulls me back onto his cock, hard. Yes, fucking my ass....giving my ass it's first fucking. A good, hard first fucking. My mouth is open in a silent scream as he rolls his head back and releases his own guttural growl of satisfaction. One last hard pull and he is buried all the way inside my ass, his balls sticking to my wet, smooth pussy lips. I can feel his cock, pulsing inside me, emptying its load. Pulse after pulse…..spurting deep in my ass.”

“And I’ve lost my load too,” he replies weakly.

There are several awkward moments of silence. She has no idea what to say, where the conversation goes from here. She can hear him moving around, and assumes he is cleaning himself up. When he finally speaks, it startles her slightly.

“That was wonderful, baby girl. You felt the weight lift, didn’t you?”

~Gads, he knows me so well! How does he do that?~ she thinks to herself as she feels the color rush to her face once again, “I did, sir…I-I don’t know what came over me….I’ve never said anything like that before in my life…”

He interrupts, “But you’ve obviously thought about it, and in great detail it appears. You actually managed to surprise me and that is very difficult to do.”

Her voice is small but delighted at the compliment, “Thank you, sir.”

“Tell me now, what is happening with that body of yours? You are naked from the waist up, yes?”

“I am, yes,” she is only slightly embarrassed by this request for information, and continues, “I’m running my hands over my breasts, squeezing them lightly. I’m strumming my fingers across my nipples, they’re so hard! They stick out from my breast like a gum drop….”

~And no doubt, taste just as sweet,~ he thinks to himself.