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The Call

By: thepornographer



This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended. Stop reading!

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As 22-year-old Bec Cartwright slept peacefully in her bed, her state-of-the-art cordless phone rested on the night table right beside her head. She hardly had to move except to lift her arm to reach it. Being the light sleeper that she was, only two low rings rang out before she reached over to lift the receiver from its cradle. Just because her physical reaction was instantaneous did not mean that her mental faculties had kicked in with equal speed. The sound she made was more "huh nuh?" than "hello?"

"Are you alone?" a deep, whispering voice invaded her world.

Half asleep in the dark, one might have thought this to be an unwanted, obscene call. One might be half right – but she also recognized the voice. The pulse that had quickened at the first sound thumped even faster inside her chest.

"N—No," she admitted in a disappointed tone, much softer than a whisper.

"Is he there, sleeping?"

"Yes," she answered in a breathless sigh.

Bec hardly dare breathe as she strained in the darkness to judge the sound of her Husband. His breath was deep, small and snuffled – a soft snore escaped his parted lips. Lleyton Hewitt and Bec Cartwright had only been married a few months, but with his renewed determination to climb the tennis rankings, the former number one didn't spend much time at home with her.

"I don't care," the voice growled, "I want you, I want you now."

A longing welled up in Bec's chest, accompanied by a rush of sudden fear at being found out by her husband. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"You're naked, aren't you?" he said, making a statement than asking a question.

"Yes" she softly replied, as she then carefully slipped out off bed and quietly snuck downstairs.

In actual fact, Bec was indeed topless but was still dressed in her tight frilly pink underwear. She tip toed through the house – her skin breaking out in chills at the cool air and her caller's words. It was as if he could see her as she moved around the house in the dark, she was shivering but not cold.

"Your nipples are getting hard, aren't they?"

They were, so stiff they almost hurt, the areola crinkled tight like dry raisins. Standing nervously in the hallway her eyes were closed, her breathing becoming a little faster. All the while she listened to his voice; part of her mind listening for any change upstairs, hoping her husband wouldn't catch her on the phone in the middle of the night. Her whole body was tense as if ready to spring up in fright. Bec quietly made her way into the living room, towards the large leather sofa in the middle of the room where she then sat down.

"What do you want – I told you, we can't do this anymore?"

"Spread," He ordered, and almost instantaneously she did, readjusting her posture and position on the lounge.

"Oh God," she said to herself as she instinctively parted her knees and lay back getting comfortable, "Please,"

"Wider," he said and again she was struck with the feeling that his eyes were on her.

The way he knew her so well was what made her almost helpless to his directions. Sitting back in the dimply lit room, Bec now lay exposed and vulnerable, with her legs spread apart she was topless and barefoot, and barely dressed in just a tiny pair of pink cotton panties.

"Play" he instructed, and Bec only hesitated for just a moment before running a hand up her bare thigh and across her skin – between her open legs.

Running her fingertips across her panty clad pussy, she gently pressed against the material, rubbing and wiping her warm, moist lips against them.

"Play with your clit, touch it, tease it."

Bec didn't reply, and only responded by letting out a low whimper. She brushed her fingers over her panties one last time, finding her clit through the thin material – it caused her to squirm in anticipation. Moving up to the waist band she then slipped inside, finding her sensitive clit immediately. Biting her bottom lip she touched and tapped it gently before briefly sliding her fingers down the full length of her taut pussylips, gauging her arousal and finding herself wet – and God was she wet.

"Open your pretty little lips for me," he directed, "I wanna see if you're glistening for me."

Gripping the phone, Bec moved her fingers across her tight hairless lips – they were so soft and smooth, just shaved hours ago, and very warm from being under the covers.

"What do you want?" she whimpered again, asking but already knowing the answer.

Sighing, she found it hard to hold back, although she loved how he made her be loud sometimes, letting out feelings she tried to deny. But tonight, she was deathly afraid of rousing her husband upstairs.

"Lick your fingers," he instructed.

Bec immediately did, slipping her hand from out of her pink panties and taking two digits into her warm mouth - coating them in her spit and saliva.

Not hearing her respond, he growled again, "Do it, lick them,"

"I am," she breathed between slurps.

"Put them in your mouth, get them really wet – spit on them and lick them with your tongue... I want to hear them in your mouth."

Bec swirled and slurped them in her mouth, sliding and wrapping her fiery tongue around her well manicured fingers. Pulling them out, a long strand of saliva drooled from her lips and onto her breasts as she guided her fingers back towards her searing slit. Slipping her hand into her underwear knuckles first, she immediately found her clit again and massaged it – mixing her saliva with her juices.

"Oooohh God..." she let out as she gently stroked her throbbing clit – unconsciously opening her legs a little further.

Feeling an overwhelming and tremendous sensation of guilt and pleasure, tears formed in her eyes and she began to quietly sob.

"Mmm, rub that tiny clit of yours – I want to hear you moan for me,"

"I—I can't," she barely made out, sniveling softly, "He'll hear me... this is wrong,"

"You mean you won't," he spoke with vinegar in his tone.

"Do it or I'll just hang up and not waste my time anymore." He dared, his voice growing faint and she knew he'd pulled his phone away from his mouth.

All the practical parts of her knew it was the best thing if he left her alone in silence, but her whole body silently screamed "NO!" at the thought of being left in this aroused state.

It came out a pleading whisper, "Please, no!"

For a moment she was afraid it was too late, but then she heard his breath.

"Good, then tell me what you want, even if he's awake and listening, I don't care. I want you to tell me, say it."

Shaking so badly Bec Cartwright could barely hold the phone, and murmured, "I—I want you. I want to feel you inside of me."

"Yeah, tell me, tell me more?"

"I want you to touch me... taste me... and feel me."

"Yeah, beg, beg baby."

"Please," she moaned as loud as she dared, running the tips of her wet fingers along the outskirts of her taut labia, "Please stay with me, make me cum."

"Are you playing, are you wet?"

"God yes,"

"Are you going to cum for me if I stay?"

"Ohhhh yes," she let out.

"Push inside, slip a finger inside you," he commanded, "I know you're nice and wet already, aren't you?"

"Yes," she sighed, doing just as he instructed, "Sooo wet..."

Lying back and teasing herself she had in avertedly wiggled herself down the sofa – her ass now hung off the edge of it. Resting on her lower back, her smooth slender legs spread wide and she was totally open to the cool air. With her hand stuffed inside, stretching her small panties, a long middle finger slid between her tight thin lips and pressed into the hot, slick opening. There was no way to stifle this new moan.

"Mmm, yes," she heard the sound of his lust, "Right there baby, finger yourself – I want to her you fuck yourself"

Hearing him speak, heightened her arousal until it was just a blue fog inside her brain, totally overwhelming, canceling out everything else.

"That's my hand touching you," he said, "That's my finger inside you. Can you feel me there?"

"Yes," she answered boldly now, louder.

She still listened for any stirring from her husband but now didn't care nearly as much.

"Stroke your clit, show me how you like to do it," he instructed, "I want to hear it. I want to hear how wet you are."

In the stillness, her fingers in the wet cleft began to make a slurping kind of noise. It was unmistakable and he could clearly hear it over the line.

"Oh yes," he urged her on, "Faster, baby, faster. I want to hear you cum for me."

"Urghh... yeah...?" she groaned, picking up the sound and her speed.

The fear was almost tangible on her quivering skin. She rubbed herself faster and harder as all the sensations worked together to bring her quickly into a frenzy. Her breath was a gasp; she tried hard to muffle it and tried harder not to care.

"Yes, baby, that's it. Feel my tongue there – over your pussy, in you!"

He gave her another minute, picturing her sitting there naked, her body vulnerable and available to anything he wanted.

"Cum now, cum for me! I want to hear you! Don't hold back baby! Don't be afraid!"

"Yes... yes... yesss!" she hissed through clenched teeth, "Ohhhh fuck yes!"

Her body shook with each contraction. With every spasm, there was a deep intake of breath. The sound of her dampness wafted up to her nostrils.

"You know what I want to hear," he demanded.

He had reached his own climax at the same time but now needed one more thing to make it complete. She knew what that was. She did it every time he had made her cum. She did it when she was alone and it was now second nature to her.

Falling into the sweet warmth of total submission, she said, "I'm a bad girl!"

As she continued to come, she said it over and over again, "I'm a bad little girl... a bad... little slut... I'm your slut! Your dirty little bitch!!"

They shared silence afterwards, each coming down in their own way. Her fierce listening resumed – she was certain most anyone would have heard that. It seemed Lleyton hadn't though. He'd not even stirred. But then again he'd once slept through an earthquake.

"Go clean up baby and get back to sleep," his deep voice said, "My dirty little bitch... bad girl"

This was his professional voice, one she could listen to forever and never tire of.

"Yes, Sir," she was very reluctant for him to go but he knew it was best.

There was inherent danger on both their parts - it was the ingredient that made it so much sweeter.

"I'll talk to you later."

She nodded as he hung up and she did the same.

Getting up, her legs almost buckled as she quietly slipped back upstairs unnoticed. Before getting back in bed, she ducked into the bathroom, locking the door she sat there in the darkness. The intensity of the experience had brought tears to her eyes and now shudders of relief washed over her – a sexual relief of contentment and of not being found out. The feeling was almost indescribable – as if someone had suffocated her just to the point of unconsciousness then let precious air rush in.

Several minutes passed before she was able to creep quietly back to bed – the covers feeling extraordinarily warm and comforting, like arms around her. Sleep was not far away.

The next day at work, on the set of her show; Home and Away, she bumped into him and smiled knowingly. Strangely, he didn't ask what she thought about the call. In fact, he didn't mention it at all, and Bec felt compelled to ask. Waiting for the right moment and some privacy she asked him.

"What call?" he replied, a genuinely puzzled look on his face.

"Last night, you called."

"Nup, it wasn't me Bec," he said.

Bec seemed to turn white.

He then asked with disapproval, "Who else have you been giving your number to?"

"No one!" she exclaimed, "No one has it but you, I think."

He shrugged.

"Oh well, I guess it's just another one of your "Fans" then," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Don't even say that!" Bec spat, not doubting him for a second, but instead beginning to doubt herself.

"Maybe you dreamed it, I don't know?" he suggested, before walking away.

Going back to work he left her there, standing there in shock. No one else knew her number, but she thought it was strange how her husband didn't hear the phone. Could she have dreamed the whole thing? Apart of her hoped so. At that precise moment as she pondered her sanity, her cell phone suddenly beeped – there was an incoming message. She picked it up and read it – stunned, she dropped the phone.

It read: Same time tonight again? 

The Call



Middle of summer in Sparks Nevada.

Its 3:00 AM and the outside ambient Temperature is still 90 +.

My police radio hasn't made a sound all night its been hours since I have heard any of my partners voices on the radio.

IM west bound on Prater way at 12th street crazing slow looking and listening.

At night sound travels twice as far so I have both windows down so I can hear any unusual sounds like glass breaking or banging from someone trying to break into something.

I hear the familiar crackle of my dispatchers voice on my radio.

"  153 Sparks"........" 153"  I answer back.

" 10-17 the victim of a Vehicle Burg at 1425 G Street, unknown suspect at this time loss is a car stereo"

" 10-04"..... I slow and make the turn onto 1st street and head north from Prater way, I turn the lights out on my marked Unit and hug the curb trying to look like a parked car.

The Human eye only picks up quick movements so I creep along the edge of the curb at about 1-2 miles per hour.

Anyone looking for me won't notice me till IM on top of them cause they will be looking down the middle of the street for anyone coming into the area.

Also at this speed I can see and hear better, I do a police trick called Looking Detectives. 

No such luck I pull into the drive way of 1425 G. Street, its an older part of Sparks these are Cinder block APT's made by the railroad back in the 50's-60's, they are hot in the summer and cold in the winter no air conditioning or comforts at all.

I pull in between two cars and leave my lights out, and I tell my dispatcher I am 10-23 which is cop talk for I have arrived at my destination.

I reach over and get my report book and notice the lighting here is very poor save A light at the end of the row of APT's at the far end of the structure.

Silhouetted by the back light is the form of a female, she is leaning against the door frame of an open Apt smoking a Cigarette, I see her exhale and toss it on the ground and crush it to put it out.

I get out of my unit as she approaches me.

The air here is still, off in the distance I hear some dogs barking, could be someone is up to no good? Could be just a cat teasing them causing them to make noise.

At any rate she approaches me and I introduce myself to her and she tells me her name, I ask her to show me where the crime scene is located and she leads me to the far edge of the dirt parking lot where I see glass on the ground and a broken side window.

I look into the car using my powerful flashlight and see that they were not neat about the job, the dash board is destroyed and wires are hanging down a typical Vehicle. burg, I've seen thousands just like it.

I take a few Pictures for future reference and tell her that I need some information to finish my report, she speaks up and says, Its so hot inside can we do this in your car?

I say sure I have air conditioning, so we climb in the front seat and I crank the AC up and turn the dome light on and start filling out the report.

Its at this time I finally get a good look at her, she is lean and hard, very large breasts with nipples protruding even in this heat.

She is wearing Levis button fly Jean shorts, very short, and a Dan skins black tank top so tight you can see every pore in her skin.

Her hair is straight dark Brown and she is very Pretty, She is wearing a combination of perfume mixed with perspiration which makes for an exotic scent which envelops my car as I write.

As I look at her when I ask questions I see beads of sweat on her chest and droplets running down the crease between her breasts disappearing beneath the material of her skimpy top.

The whole time I am writing she is asking me questions about my Job and all the buttons and gear she can see in my car, she reaches over and turns the radio up slightly to listen to a song that just came on the air.

A Police car has bucket seats separated by a panel which contains cup holders and an auxiliary intercom unit for a public address system normally used for doing high risk stops better known in the Police realm as Felony stops.

She asks me a Hundred questions as I write the information down she provides, I find out that she is an exotic dancer at one of the local mesas clubs in Reno, I also notice that as I work she is leaning closer to me as I take down the information she is providing eventually leaning over the seat divider almost touching my shoulder as she points and talks about all the buttons and gadgets in my car.

I take it as she is just curious as most people are, little kids will do the same thing, climb into your car and start asking about all the buttons and then try to push them to see what they do.

As IM writing I suddenly feel the sensation of her skin touching mine, the hairs of my right arm disturbed as she touches them with her left arm while she points with her right.

At first I dismiss it thinking it an accident then it happens again, and finally she is pushing her arm onto mine as her shoulder touches my right shoulder and she is reaching to adjust the ac vent.

I can really smell her now she smells great I watch her out of the corner of my eye and see her taking me in looking at me studying me as I write and ask her questions about this incident, trying to remain professional.

She is practically climbing into my seat with me now, I hold my ground as she leans into my shoulder fully, pressing her hard firm tits onto my arm rubbing them against the skin, I can feel the rock hard nipple of her left breast against my skin, she isn't wearing a bra.

I feel her hand slightly brush the material of my right uniform pants leg.

I dismiss all this as mere coincidence and continue filling out the report.

I finish and write down the case number for her on a small 3 x 5 card and hand it to her, As she takes it from my hand I feel her fingers on the top of my right leg sliding downward and inside the seam.

She leans towards me and kisses my cheek as I feel her long nails press against the inside of my leg and slide upwards.

My manhood suddenly stirs feeling this has awakened him as he moves and stretches in his prison.

As she kisses my cheek I smell her, She follows the jaw line of my right cheek to my ear where she sucks the lobe into her mouth and gently chews on it rolling it between her teeth as she pulls away expertly.

Her fingers have found my groin now as I feel her trace the outline of my fast growing manhood thru the stiff material of my Uniform pants, meanwhile she follows my cheek around and takes the tip of her tongue and traces my bottom lip, then gently sucks it into her hot wet mouth as she sucks on it and pulls rolling it as she did my ear lobe.

She continues to trace my top lip in the same manor sucking it into her hungry mouth while I feel a sudden rush of coolness as she opens my fly and reaches in and removes my rock hard cock from its prison.

Nothing is said between us, I watch her as she expertly moves around my body knowing exactly what to do, just like she has done it a thousand times before.

She wraps her long slender fingers around my girth and squeezes it watching at the lubricating juices roll out of the end of my thick stick.

She kneels on my passenger seat and engulfs my rod swallowing it deep and sucking it extracting every drop of Pre cum she can find.

I squeeze and feel her breasts, they are so firm and the nipples so hard it makes my cock jump in her mouth, which in turn causes her to suck and swallow even harder.

I unbutton a few buttons on her shorts and slid my hand down the crack of her back and follow the seam of her ass gently brushing her tiny rosebud as I pass it by.

This causes her to moan letting me know she approves of my travels, I feel wet heat now as I get closer to her Pussy which I find to be shaved and sopping wet, My fingers roll and pull on her lips and She turns her sucker into over drive, ramming my cock deep into her throat and swallowing at the same time as My thick finger slip inside the lips of her sopping wet cuntI don't even touch the hole and accidentally brush her clit when I feel a sudden blast of wetness as she shoot her Juices all over my hand, I look and can see it running down the insides of her legs and into the cloth material of my front seat.

She shudders and groans as she suck my rock hard cock deep into her hot wet mouth teasing it with her tongue scraping her teethe expertly across the swollen head.

Her other hand finds my balls and she scrapes her long nails against then pulling them and playing with them as she sucks and slurps all the cock she can.

I meanwhile slip my right index finger into her hungry hole and immediately her ass starts to move back and forth as she moans with pleasure, My finger slides deep all the way in.

He cunt is so wet it goes in with ease so I decide to slip a second finger into her gapping gash which causes her to shudder and stiffen as I feel a torrent of warm liquid shooting all over my hand and the insides of her shorts, this time it streams down the insides of her legs as she does a half groan scream with a mouth full of cock.

This barely slows her down and she starts sucking and swallowing for all she is worth.

I feel her tongue as it slips and slides across the swollen head of my cock as she plays with my balls, which are starting to tighten, she feels it coming too and sucks and strokes faster and faster, I feel the hot pre cum shoot from my massive rod and splash into her mouth.

She tastes this and swallows my cock deep into her throat and starts to swallow hard and suck and pull my cock with intenseness I have never seen before.

Suddenly I feel the thick gob of man goo traverse the length of her shaft and shoot out the end, I hear her swallow every thick stream as it enters her ocular cavity and slides down her throat and disappears into her gullet.

She sucks me clean and gently places my cock back into its prison as she kisses me and tells me how good I felt.

She smiles and kisses me one last time and climbs out of my car and walks away and smiles waving.

I put my car into gear and back out and tell my dispatcher IM back in service with one report.

I drive out onto Prater way and notice nothing has changed, the night is still and hot I drive west bound waiting for the next call to come over the radio as I have done countless times before.




The Call



She had just gotten out of her bathtub, in which she had been soaking for almost 45 minutes. She felt very relaxed; all the day's stress had seeped out and left her very calm and sleepy. She used some scented bath oil to give her whole body the aroma of lavender. As she toweled herself off she ran her hands over her smooth creamy skin, relishing in the tingling sensations. Her entire body felt vibrant and rejuvenated. She hung the towel up to dry, went through her drawers, and found her favorite oversized T- shirt. It ended just below the cheeks of her ass. She enjoyed wearing it; it was very soft and thin. It made her comfortable on those warm summer evenings. She lay down on the bed to flip thru some channels, and found nothing to her liking. She remembered that she had received an e-mail at work from her friend. She had almost forgotten she had it. She retrieved it from her purse and brought it back to her bedroom to read. She enjoyed reading his fantasy stories, which were arousing, and she imagined often that he were there to read them to her or to act them out. This one was especially interesting because it involved a small group. As she read the story she could feel the familiar tinglings beginning down low in her body. She lay back on her bed and slowly began to gently tease her breast and nipple, pinching softly at first, but applying more pressure as she read. The action of the story was just heating up; she moved her hand lower, over her stomach, and into the soft thicket of hair -- ever closer to her now-moist sex. She was feeling very warm indeed. The story was heating her up!

He wrote what he felt, what he wanted to do to her, and how he wanted her to feel about them joining together. He was very descriptive and left nothing out. She was now past the letter and very aroused. She wanted him to know how this story he wrote had made her feel. She wanted him. He was miles and miles away, but she wanted to share an experience with him. 

She called his cell phone and in her sexiest voice began to describe in detail what she was doing to herself. She wanted him to know that because of his story, she was so turned on that she was rubbing herself towards her first orgasm of the night. He made a quick excuse to get out of earshot of whoever was nearby. She didn't care; she loved the thought of teasing him. 

When he was able to hear better, he noticed that she sounded breathless and had a raspy, husky tone to her voice. He asked what she was doing. She told him that she had two fingers in her sopping wet bush and that she was all juicy. He heard her softly moan into the phone. He requested that she tell him exactly what she was doing. She went into detail of how she was fingering herself with one hand. The other hand was tugging and pulling at her rock-hard nipples. She told him that she was all wet and juicy. She moved the phone down to her cunt, and he could hear the slushing noises she made as she fingered herself. All the time she was talking to him, he could hear the changes in her breathing, and he imagined her hands gently and not-so-gently satisfying herself. He asked if she had any of her toys nearby. She told him they were in her drawer. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out one of her favorites. It was a long, flexible two-headed dildo. He told her to suck on the end of it as she would him, if he was there. She did as he asked; she was his to command. She sucked on the tip of the plastic cock, thinking of him. Licking the tip with her tongue, she rolled it around in her mouth. She continued to play with her pussy as she sucked on the artificial cock.

He told her to remove it from her mouth and insert it in her cunt. She was breathing hard and shallow now. With one hand, she placed the cock head inside of her wet opening. As he heard her sigh, he could only guess that she was pushing it further into herself. He had, by this time, a tremendous hard-on and had reached inside his pants to play with it himself. He could hear the grunts and moans as she completed her task.

She told him it was in her. He told her to fuck herself with it. She moaned softly, thinking of how much she enjoyed this. Here she was with a hard cock in her creamy pussy, and she heard him on the other end of the phone now. He was also breathing in ragged gasps, telling her to keep fucking herself. Minutes passed, as she gently rocked her bottom to meet her own thrusts. She squealed into the phone that she was coming. He told her to spit in her hand and rub the other end of the dildo, and she did so without question. She spit several times on the free end, till it was shiny with dripping saliva. He told her to put that end to her asshole and put it inside. She had to set the phone down close to her so she could use both hands, but she did as she was told. She now had an end in each hole. She slowly began to slide both ends in and out, building up a smooth pace. She felt filled to the max. He was telling her that this was what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to fuck her tight ass as she fucked herself with her toy. She could hear his grunts now on the other end, matching hers; she was going to come again. She wanted to come with him. So she gyrated her hips to intensify the pleasure. He could here her moans, over and over, calling him by name. Her juices were soaking the bed beneath her. 

She was in ecstasy. He told her he was coming, that he couldn't hold back any longer, and she envisioned streams of white milky cum spewing over his hand and dribbling from his hard cockhead. This vision put her over the top. She came again, her body spasming as she couldn't control herself. She was arching her back as she felt her own body shudder through her orgasm. The toy was slowly expelled from her holes. She lay gasping on the bed, breathing deeply. She was fully exhausted from the experience. He told her he loved her and thanked her for sharing this intimacy with him. As she gingerly stroked herself, she said it was all due to his writings. She told him that he would need to begin a new story soon.



The Call



Rachel is alone in bed except for Rusty, her aging cocker spaniel, lying next to the pillow on her husband's side of the bed. She is playing mahjongg on her laptop computer vainly trying to find a way to win with the tiles laid in the most diabolical pattern. The phone rings, wondering who it could possibly be at this time of night she picks it up.

"Hello," silence on the other end. 

"Hello," hearing only the hollow sound of an open line. 

"Hello is any one there," she hears a soft sigh or heavy breath then the click as the line goes dead.

Rachel thinks, "Now that was strange," and returns to her game eventually giving up and turning off the light and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning Rachel wakes up showers and dresses for work she doesn't even think of the call of the night before until she walks down stairs and sees the blinking green light on the caller ID box. She remembers the call from last night as she puts the dog out, and out of curiosity she punches the last call button the display reads "ANNONOMUS CALL." 

"Oh well" she mutters to herself hearing the dog back at the door. She lets him in makes sure he has food and water then leaves for work. 

Rachel gets home from work goes out with the dog standing on the deck watching the dog run around looking at the lawn wondering how she will get rid of the dandelions that seem to be taking over the yard. She goes back in the house and flops down in the recliner putting her tired feet up, the dog laying in her lap starved for attention. She wonders what she will have for dinner the unattractive contents of the fridge going through her mind. The phone rings. 

"Hello."

"Hi honey, how was your day," the voice of her husband bringing a smile to her face.

"Same-O-Same-O," she says telling him about the mundane things that made up her day.

"It's no better here," he tells her. "Mom is doing better she is starting to worry about her next surgery so she must be getting better." "My brother didn't show up today so all I did was sit around watching TV and reading my book."

"I'm sorry your brother didn't show up again."

"It's OK were all used to it." "Just wish he would show some common courtesy and call saying he was not going to make it."  "I miss you honey."

"And I miss you too." "What are you going to do for dinner?"

"I don't know yet, I may get a pizza, I just don't feel like cooking." 

"I wish I was there to take care of you. I worry about you."

"I'm OK just tired it was a long day."

"I know and wish I was there to hold you and take care of you." He smiles think of how he would take care of her how she would feel in his arms her soft breasts pressed against his chest, "Stop that he thinks it won't help." "I better let you go now so you have time to get some dinner." "I love you. I will call you tomorrow."

"I love you too honey. Bye." She hangs up the phone feeling lonely again wishing he was home and not clear across the country.

Rachel warms a frozen dinner and eats it in front of the TV. The dog at her feet hoping she will drop something or just be generous. She watches TV for a while and catches herself yawning. Come on Rusty it's time to go outside he runs to the door barking to go out. Standing on the Deck she looks out over the hills rolling into the distance. The hills are black at night and sparkle with lights of other houses in the rural country side. "It is so pretty," she thinks almost counting the days until she will no longer have to endure the commute to work and she can enjoy this view whenever she wants. "Come on Rusty lets go up to bed."

Rachel undresses and steps into the shower her thoughts again on her husband she feels his hands on her breasts as she washes herself. "Oh god," she moans softly feeling herself becoming aroused at her touch. Quickly rinsing and getting out of the shower. She he lays out her clothes for tomorrow and slips into her soft cotton summer pajamas. Slipping her feet into her slippers she takes the dog outside one more time then returns to the bedroom arranges the pillows at the head of the bed so she can sit takes the laptop from the nightstand and climbs onto the bed. The mahjongg game defeats her several times before her eyes become heavy and she puts the game aside and snuggles under the covers. 

She drifts off to sleep again her mind going to Harold how wonderful it would be to reach out and find him next to her, to cuddle up next to him and feel his arms around her his body responding to her presence. The phone jars her from her reverie.

"Hello... Hello," again only the hollow silence of the open line. "Hello is any one there?" She asks annoyance creeping into her voice. She's about to hang up when a soft deep voice answers.

"Who are you? Why are you calling me?"

Silence for a second. "I'm a friend, and you need company tonight."

The voice sounds somehow familiar but she can't place it. "What do you want?" her curiosity piqued.

"To help you sleep well tonight." "Would you like a sleeping pill Rachel?"

"Harold is this you?" Again silence. She thinks Harold is the only one that knows about "sleeping pill." How Harold plays with her telling her stories touching her until she explodes with pleasure releasing her pent up sexual tension so she can drift into a wonderful dreamless sleep.

"Would you like a sleeping pill Rachel?" The soft voice asks again.

Rachel moans softly the aching empty feeling low down in her tummy returning, her breasts suddenly sensitive nipples swelling. "Yes," she sighs rolling onto her back cradling the phone on the pillow next to her head.

"Rachel, are you in bed now?"

"Yes," she answers tentatively yet with a hint of excitement in her voice.

"What are you wearing Rachel."

"My Pajamas," she answers.

"Tell me about your pajamas Rachel. I want to know all about them." The voice is soft and soothing yet demanding.

"They are white with light blue flowers on them."

"Do they have buttons or are they pull-over."

"They have buttons."

"How many buttons is there, Rachel?"

"Four."

"What kind of material are your pajamas made of?" "Cotton."

"Is it the smooth kind or the soft feely kind," Rachel.

"The soft feely kind," she replies, the material not feeling so soft as she wiggles and it rubs over her sensitive nipples.

"MMMM, yes it does feel rough doesn't it?" 

Rachel gasped was he reading her mind. How did he know? She often wondered how Harold knew when she was horny.

"Are you touching yourself Rachel? Don't be shy dear you can tell me what your doing I can make it better for you."

"Y-y-yes," Rachel stammeres softly. 

"Tell me how dear? How are you touching yourself?"

Rachel is blushing now embarrassed like a young girl caught touching herself by her mother. "I'm touching my breasts," she tells him. Feeling more aroused telling this man, this unknown man what she was doing.

"Unbutton your pajamas Rachel." 

"Tell me what you see. Tell me what your breasts look like."

"Oh God," she thinks what am I doing? Unbuttoning her top exposing her breasts to the air feeling her nipples harden even more. Looking down she sees her soft mounds spreading over her chest, her dark rosy areola rising from the pale mounds, her nipples standing tall like flat topped round towers on twin hills. 

"Take one finger Rachel; trace the edge of the areola. Can you feel the bumps around it? Does it make you tingle when you touch them? Don't pull on them yet dear. I know you want to, but let the feeling grow."

"Yes," she sighs doing what he tells her feeling her soft finger tip barley touching the sensitive skin. "Ohhhh... , she moans softly into the phone as her own touch sends shivers up and down her spine.

"Yessss, hisses the low voice it feels so good doesn't it Rachel?" "It feels so good makes you tingle and feel so warm, your breasts so warm, the warmth growing and spreading, growing deep in your tummy."

"Pinch your nipples now darling put your hand under your breast lift it up squeeze it gently while you pull and pinch your nipple." "How do you feel? Good?"

"Yes, Yessss" she moans softly gritting her teeth her hands cupping and lifting her breasts rubbing gently over them feeling her soft mounds roll under her touch her nipples so hard tingling each time she pulls on them aching for more when she stops."


"Do you want me to stop Rachel?" 

"No... no," she groans he body crying or for more crying out for the wonderful release she know is coming.   "With your left hand Rachel let go of your breast slide it down slowly rub it over your tummy. Feel your warm hand stroking downward from your breast. Do you feel it Rachel?"

"Yesss ooohhhh yes," she almost whimpers her hand rubbing at the top of her pajama bottoms.

"Whose hand is it touching you Rachel?" "Is it Harold's'? "Is it mine?" 

"Oooohhhooo god it's yours." 

"Yes Rachel those are my hands on you, my hands caressing your treasures."

"I want you to take off your pants Rachel. Tell me when you're laying naked on your bed."

A few seconds pass then Rachel answers, "I'm naked now," her voice breathy tingling with excitement. 

"Describe your pussy to me Rachel tell me what your treasure looks like but don't touch it yet."

"It's little puffy now lips are swollen a little  I'm very wet.

"Are you shaved, trimmed or natural Rachel?"

"I'm trimmed."

"Do you want to touch yourself now touch your pussy, have me touch your pussy?" 

"Yes...yes I'm so hot." 

"Lick your fingers Rachel then pinch your nipple pull on it as hard as you like that's me, my mouth sucking your sweet breast, sucking your fat nipple."

"Feel my hand now moving off your tummy downward over your mound cupping your sweet womanhood. Oh yes you are so wet I feel you pushing up against my hand grinding your hips pressing your pussy against me."

"You don't have to answer any more Rachel Just enjoy our conversation."

"I'm pushing a finger between your sweet lips spreading you open. I watch your thighs part for my hand seeing the pink folds of your inner sanctum open wetly for me." 

Rachel moans softly as her hands glide over her body her eyes closed her mystery lover bringing her ever closer to the explosive release she craves.

"Feel my fingers gliding over your most sensitive place think of them as my lips and tongue caressing your opening then sliding upward the tip circling your clitoris my lips closing around that special bud sucking licking." 

A cry of passion a moan of desire and need come over the phone.

"Feel my finger pushing inside you deep in your womanly center."

"Pumping thrusting in and out your pussy sucking wetly at my finger my cock moving inside you my lips sucking hard at your right breast teeth scraping the sides of your nipple."

"Yes Rachel cry out there is no one to hear you let it go my love let me hear you come."

"Feel my cock fucking you so hard and deep."

An animal cry bursts over the phone, "AArrraaggaahhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa........" 

"Yes, yes that's it come for me Rachel, come for your lover."

Silence on the line only hard breathing gasps and soft cooing sounds.

"Sleep well Rachel."

The phone clicks off.

The End



The Call



The phone woke me up, and I wondered who would be calling me so late. It seemed I had just fallen asleep and now I was thrown out of my dreams by the damn phone.

I looked at the clock. It read 2:00am. 

"Jesus!" I said, more than a little annoyed. 

I was going to ignore it, but it kept ringing, and my answering machine wasn't picking up for some reason - I'd have to get a knew one soon. 

I rolled over and picked up the receiver, "Hello?" I said, the irritation apparent in my tone. But the voice on the other line melted all of my annoyance with just four words.

"Can I come over?" the voice said. It was low and husky, and it made me shudder. 

"Yeah." I said, no longer upset about the hour.

"Good. Open the door." The voice said in such a deep creamy tone, that it took me a second to realize what was asked. 

I bolted upright, and hopped out of my bed. I was at my front door in two seconds. I knew who would be behind the door when I opened it, and I didn't want to waste any time letting her in. 

I opened the door and melted, feeling wetness between my legs instantly. She was like sex incarnate. She stood there, leaning against the door jam with that sexy little smirk on her face. Her smirk widened into a smile as I opened the door. Damn, that smile could make me do things I should be ashamed of, things I wouldn't think of doing normally, things that I would only do for her.

She was so damn sexy. She was five feet, ten inches of smooth caramel skin on top of rock solid muscle. She had on a thick jacket, but I knew that the arms underneath were rippled with muscle. The black tank she had on did little to hide the six pack it covered. Her dreadlocked hair was hanging loose, and her ears held two diamond studs. I looked over her face, taking in her lips, the lips I knew where soft as pillows. I looked at her hazel eyes, deep and mysterious. Even the smell of her turned me on. Yes, she was sexy, and there was no denying it.

I stepped back, letting her into the apartment. She came in, walking with that swagger that made my knees weak. She stood just inside the apartment, leaning against the wall. She looked me up and down as I stood about four feet away, watching me like a lion watches a gazelle. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and she hadn't even touched me yet! 

She looked me in my eye and spoke. "Why are you all the way over there? Come here, ma." 

I walked over to her without hesitation. Normally, I would have been upset at a pet name like "ma." I make it a practice of ignoring women, and men, when they call me something that. But coming from her, I didn't mind; she could have called me Mufasa for all I cared. 

I got close to her, and she wrapped her hands around my waist, sliding them up and down my back, making me shiver. Her hands were like electricity, and I wanted to feel them all over me. 

"Can I get a kiss?" she said, smiling that mesmerizing smile. Of course she could, she could get whatever she wanted from me just so long as she made me feel the way only she could.

I leaned up to her, knowing that what awaited me would be nothing short of mind-numbing. When her lips met mine, they were soft and warm. She pressed lightly into me, making me moan. Her hands had left my waist, and were know cupping my behind as she pulled me in against her body. I reached up and ran my hands through her hair, loving the feel of it in my fingers.

The kiss was deepening, and I couldn't help but grind myself against her. When I did, I was met with something solid; I moaned, knowing that soon it would be inside of me. Soon, she would take me like I wanted to be taken. Soon, I would be screaming her name.

She left my lips and started her trail across my cheek and past my ear to my neck and collarbone, the whole time eliciting little moans of pleasure from my lips. Her hands, her tongue, her lips, her hips, everything was taking me over. I couldn't think straight anymore. 

Suddenly, she picked me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She smiled at the surprise that registered on my face and started toward my bedroom. I didn't have to tell her where to go. She had been there many times before; she knew it well. 

We got to the room, and she began undressing me. She didn't have much to take off, because I only had on a tank top and panties, a fact I think she enjoyed. She kissed each shoulder as she slid the straps of my shirt off, following the fabric with her tongue as she slid it down my body. She tucked her fingers into my panties, and kissed around the waistband. She pulled them down painfully slow while I felt the chill of cool air come in contact with my skin. She finished undressing me, and gently pushed me onto the bed. I laid back, waiting for her.

She began undressing for me, giving my eyes something to worship. I watched as her heavy jacket came off, revealing the tone, taught muscles of her arms. I thought about how strong those arms where and how many times they had picked me up into such wonderful positions. I watched her peel of her shirt, and marveled at the muscles that covered her stomach. I wanted nothing more than to run my tongue between them and taste the saltiness of her skin. She started unbuckling her belt, and I had to bite my lip to stop the moan that wanted to come out of my mouth. She undid her belt, the button, and then the zipper. When she let the pants fall and stepped out of them, standing before me with nothing but boxers and a pronounced bulge, I was so ready for her. I knew I must have been dripping. She took off the only thing that was separating me from that beautiful thing between her legs, and walked up to the bed. 

She grabbed me by my waist and jerked me toward the edge of the bed, placing herself between my legs, pointing herself at my opening. She put her hands on my knees, and I opened my legs wide for her, wanting her to know that she could have me, that I wanted her, needed her. She bent at the waist and kissed me, her phallus rubbing up against me, making me thrust up, trying to feel more. When she broke the kiss, and I looked into her eyes, I noticed how much darker they were than before. She was just as turned on as I was. 

Without a word, she pushed it in, sighing as she did. I screamed. I felt so good, so good I couldn't help but scream. She slowly eased the rest in until she was pressed up against me. Then she leaned over once again. This time, her kiss made me want to cry it felt so good. Her lips seared into me, making my blood boil. She always had that effect on me, and no matter what happened I knew she always would. 

Slowly, smoothly, she began a rhythm. She held my hips as she slid it in and out, over and over again. Soon my head was spinning and I just let myself go. She started to pick up pace, and I could hear her breathing hard. I had one hand full of my sheets, and the other full of her hair.

She was slamming into me now, her hips moving unbelievably fast. I had stopped trying to stay quiet, I let the screams flow from me freely. I knew anyone passing my door would hear me and probably think I was being murdered, but I didn't care. She was making me feel wonderful, and I had to let her know it. 

Suddenly, she pulled out, and flipped me over, pushing me up on my hands and knees. I stuck my ass out, wanting her to fill me up again. She did. Her hips her moving like pistons, driving me crazy. She held my hips and drove into me. I could hear little moans and grunts coming from her lips, and I knew she was feeling just as good as I was.

She was still pumping into me when she reached around my waist to strum at my clit. That was too much for me, and I exploded.

"I'm...oh God...I'm cumming baby! Don't stop!" I was screaming "Fuck me baby! Fuck...aahh!" I collapsed onto the bed, my entire body super sensitive. She kept going, holding my waist. Again, I came, the second just as good as the first. Then, I could hear her breath catch and feel her grip on me tighten. She was close. 

I pushed myself back, meeting her thrust for thrust, wanting her to cum for me, on top of me, with me. She let out a moan that sounded almost like a growl, then she fell over onto me, kissing my shoulders. We lay there like that for a while, her on top of me, she hadn't pulled out yet. I laid there, loving the feeling of her on top of me, the fullness inside of me.

After a few minutes, she pulled out, stepped out of her harness, and climbed into bed with me. She pulled me into her arms and kissed my forehead, running her fingers through my hair. She made me feel beautiful. We fell asleep cuddled together. 

*

I woke when I felt movement in the bed next to me, and opened my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of my bed. She was fully dressed and stringing up her shoes. She heard me stir and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Seeing that smile almost made up for the fact that she was leaving, almost. I always hated this part. She'd come over, fuck my brains out, and then just leave.

She stood, and walked out of the room. I threw on a robe and followed her into the living room.

Just as she was walking out of the door, she turned, lifted my chin with her hand, and gave me one last kiss that shook me to my core.

"I'll call you," was all she said, and with that, she turned and walked out the door. 

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes remembering what had happened just a few hours before, still feeling a warm tingle. I walked back to my room and laid in my bed. I couldn't wait for her next call.



The Call



From the heart of a submissive

For Mistress with love

*

It was one of those mornings you were so glad not to hear the alarm clock assaulting your peaceful slumber. The type of morning where you can take the time to smell the aroma of your coffee while you slowly sipped it.

No rushing and dashing out the door. Yes, it's the blessed day off. 

The bath can be heard running while the bailey's and cream is being poured into the coffee-something to really make the bath nice and relaxing. And just as the bath is ready, the candles lit and the sweet scent of lavender is filling the room, the phone rings- letting out a small sigh you pick up the phone, "Hello." 

"What are you doing?" says a very familiar voice. your heart starts beating twice the speed, the blood starts rushing through your body so fast it's making you feel dizzy, " getting ready to take a bath Ma'am." "Ohh delightful, continue what you were doing, I will call you back and be ready for Me." Barely getting out, "yes Ma'am" the phone goes dead. 

Not knowing exactly what "be ready for Me" entailed, out came the new razors-perfectly shaved, smooth to the touch, drying off, and then adding lotion to every inch of skin. Putting on your robe, enjoying the feeling of silk against your skin, you're ready for whatever might come your way. All kinds of thoughts cross your mind, all of which have you very excited and very wet. You sit and wonder when, just when you are going to hear from Her again, that voice that just sends you. 

As you sit there and wonder, the silence is deafening. The phone sits there almost in a taunting way as you stare at it. The ring of the phone startles you for a moment before you reach out to answer it.

In a soft voice, you say, "hello."

"Are you bathed and ready for Me?" 

"Yes Ma'am, i am." 

"Good. What are you wearing?"

"my black silk robe, Ma'am." 

"Mmm, I want you to remove it. Then get on line and turn your cam on for Me."

"What?" The word slips out of your mouth before you could stop it. You bite your bottom lip thinking --oh no.

"Are you questioning Me?"

Taking a deep breath you reply, "no Ma'am. i will do as You ask." 

"Ohh I know you will." 

Her voice, i think i could hear Her say anything and it would melt me. And to hear Her asking me to do something for Her, just sends me to places i couldn't even begin to explain. im not sure why "what" came blurting out of my mouth but i do know that i will suffer for it some how. 

The robe comes off falling to the floor as i walk over to the desk and the computer is turned on. The cam is in its usual place. All that's heard on the other end of the phone is Her breathing. Her sweet, warm breath you can imagine feeling on the back of your neck. 

"i have done as You asked Ma'am. i have removed the robe and my cam is on for You."

"Yes it is. That's a good girl. Now put the phone on speaker. I want your hands free."

"Yes Ma'am." The phone is put on speaker as you really begin to wonder just what She has in store.

"That's a good girl. Now slightly raise your arms and slowly turn around for Me. I want to take a good look at you."

With your hands at your sides, palms slightly facing upward you slowly turn in a full circle. you can feel Her eyes watching you, devouring every inch of your body. your heart is pounding and your breathing deepens as your head starts to bow down in the hope She won't see you blushing. Feeling so exposed, so vulnerable, as your need and desire to please Her intensifies. 

"Mmm good girl now reach up with one hand and slowly drag the tip of your finger over one of your nipples."

Not knowing if it was Her voice asking or the finger touching but your nipple is rock hard and long. Wanting to please Her you start to touch the other nipple and you hear Her voice loud and stern.

"I didn't tell you to touch your other nipple! Go get the clothes pins!" 

Without missing a beat, you did as you were told and returned quickly.

"Ma'am im back with the cloths pins."

"Oh good, new ones too that's perfect. Now place one on the tip of your nipple." 

The first thought that raced through your mind was, "holy crap they're going to be so tight and hurt like you wouldn't believe." Taking the clothes pin, opening it slightly and placing it on the tip of your erect nipple not wanting to let go but knowing if you don't the punishment would be like nothing you'd ever known.

You let out a small yelp from the pain as it pinches down, "It's on Ma'am."

"Now place one on your other nipple and make sure they are on good."

"Yes Ma'am," you say as again you do as your told. The pain is almost unbearable and yet so overwhelmingly satisfying. 

"That's good. you question Me and then you touch yourself without My permission? Tsk Tsk Tsk girl. you will learn that you will do as you're told when you're told." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs open for Me."

No time for thinking just doing. The pain was so intense that you could feel the pleasure soaked between your legs. you knew She'd see. Lying down on the bed and arching your back so She had full view of your pinned nipples and very wet pussy. 

"Oh! Look what a little slut you are. you like being punished don't you slut?"

your mind was spinning, again feeling so exposed, " yes Ma'am i do like it when you punish me." 

"Yes I can see that My little slut. I want you to get the rest of the clothes pins and pin your outer pussy lips. And when you've lined both lips, then I want you to remove the pins on your nipples." 

"Yes Ma'am," came out with sigh of relief. Knowing the pins were coming off the nipples made you pin your lips very quick. From the top to the bottom, both lips were pinned. Reaching up, removing the pins on your nipples, your eyes widened, from both the pain of removing them and the blood rushing back into them. 

"Reach in the drawer beside your bed and get the tape. I want you to tape the pins on your lips to your inner thighs."

"Yes Ma'am." It was all you seem to say at this point. you taped the pins back making sure not to miss one. 

"Very good- now spread your legs open very wide. Mmm that's it slut. 

Look how wet you are for Me. Look how hard your clit is for Me."

"Now I want you to take your hand and slap your clit hard, open handed. I want you to slap it so hard so I can hear it as though it was Me slapping it." 

your mind wants to think but you won't let it, you only want to feel, to feel what She gives you, what She wants you to have, what She knows you need and desire. you reach down and give your pussy a smack.

"I said I want you to slap it as though it were Me spanking your clit. I want to hear it loud and hard!"

"yes Ma'am loud and hard." Pulling your hand back, you let it go slapping your clit so hard both the slap and the sound make you yelp, " OOOOO."

"Again, and don't stop until I tell you to."

you start spanking your clit repeatedly just as She as asked of you. you can feel the burn as well as how hard you are. 

"Mmm, that's good, My good little slut. you're so red, hard, and wet for Me." 

"Now I want you to get up, grab that chair and some rope."

you obeyed and did as you were told. "Ma'am, ive done as You've asked."

"Good. I want you to sit on the chair, your back arched and your butt at the end of the chair. When you've done this I want you to lean up and tie each of your legs to the sides of the chair. Tight, so you can not move." 

"yes Ma'am." 

Sitting your butt to the edge of the chair, still feeling your lips spread wide open, you begin to tie one leg to the side of the chair. Then you lean over to the other side and tie the other leg to the chair. Again you feel so exposed and now you couldn't close your legs, even if you wanted to. you were Hers and at the moment that's all that mattered.

"Get the cloths pins and put them back on your nipples."

The intense pressure again sends waves through your entire body. 

"That's a good girl. Now I want you to masturbate for Me. I want you to stroke your clit the way you do. Show Me what I like to see."

you start to slowly play with your clit, making small circles around it-then up one side down the other. you stroke the length of your hard clit-barely touching it, teasing it teasing yourself. There is nothing you love more then to masturbate, but masturbating for your Mistress isn't like anything else you've ever experienced. 

"Spank yourself hard and fast."

you spank yourself so hard your legs try to close but are unable to. "Again," She says. And again you do. you feel the need coming on, the need that will bring release and send you into that place that no one else can send you.

"Take the bullet and use it on yourself. Let the vibe caress your clit."

The one time you wish you didn't have new batteries in your vibe; you start to stroke and play with yourself. you feel yourself arching your back knowing that this is going to make you cum and cum soon. Its building and you can feel yourself get so close to exploding.

"With one hand I want you to reach up and remove the pins, and the other I want to hold the vibe at the tip of your clit but do not push down." 

your breathing is becoming faster and deeper. your body starts to shake you desperately want to close your legs and any effort to do so is met with the reminder that you are unable to-as each clip comes off the blood rushes in and it seems to go directly down to your clit. you're trying so hard not to moan but your reactions are uncontrollable. 

"Ohhh Ma'am, please may i cum for You?"

"No you may not. you question Me by saying "what" you will learn that you will do as you're told when you're told."

"but Ma'am please, I need to cum so bad." you could feel the explosion coming and you're trying your hardest to stop it.

"you will do as you're told slut. you will cum when and only when I tell you to." 

Swallowing hard trying to fight back the tears from the pain of need-the need to cum. your whole body begs for Her mercy as you say, "Ma'am, I will do as You ask of me, I will do all You say without question. im begging You, Ma'am please may I cum for You?" 

"No." 

"Tell Me who's slut you are."

"i am Your slut Ma'am," you barely get out feeling almost faint.

"Who do you belong too?"

"You Ma'am, i belong to You."

"Do you want to cum for Me slut?"

"Ohh god yes Ma'am, i want to cum for You."

"Remove the vibe and spank your clit nice and hard for Me." 

Without question you do as you're asked hoping that She will allow you to cum for Her. you spank it harder than you've ever had it spanked before out of pure need to feel anything other then the overwhelming need to cum. 

"Good slut. Use your finger and cum for Me. Show Me that you're My slut and you belong to Me." 

That's all you needed to hear. you play with your clit bringing you to that point and you just know you're going to squirt. you know She is watching and you can feel yourself turning red in the face knowing you're going to squirt. your legs start to shake, your back arched as high as it can and then it comes- that familiar feeling and beloved release. your eyes closed as your mind and body is taken to a place you can only describe as euphoric. 

"That's a good girl. Now I want you to untie yourself and turn the cam off. I love to watch My slut but now I need to feel you."

"I want you to remain naked and go to the living room where you will put on a blind fold, kneel and wait for Me. you will not clean yourself-you will stay as you are. Do you understand?"

"yes Ma'am i understand."

"I will be there soon My sweet slut and I shall take very good care of you."

With that the phone went dead. you take your time untying yourself, smiling as you think back over all that just happened. you carefully remove the clothes pins holding back your lips. As painful as it was with each release, it just made your smile bigger. 

you get up letting the blood flow back through your body as you walk to the living room. Feeling your own wetness with each step, all you can think about is Her touching you. Her sweet touch on your soft skin- you place the blind fold on and kneel down with your legs spread just as She likes. you take a deep breath letting it out knowing you're ready. you're ready and waiting for Her to come and take what is Hers. 

After waiting for some time, you were beginning to wonder where She was. Then suddenly you smell Her perfume. you'd know that scent anywhere. you were a little shocked because you never heard the door open. 

you could feel Her walking around you, taking Her time. 

She reached out and gently stroked your cheek which you just instantly fell into. She put Her hand under your chin lifting your head and then leaned down kissing you. you wanted to see Her, wanted to touch Her, but knew to keep your hands at your side. you just knelt there allowing Her to have Her pleasure with you. 

"Get up," She said.

"yes, Ma'am."

She took you by the hand and you followed where She lead. She led you back to your room. She stopped and begins to pinch your nipples. A moan that almost sounds as if you were begging escapes your lips. 

"Yes, you like that don't you My slut." 

"yes Ma'am, i like it."

"I know you do." She reaches around you and spanks your ass hard. 

you let out a whimper and instantly feel your other cheek getting spanked. The burn, the heat, the tingling sensation- your mind begs for another as your body does the same by sticking your ass out. 

"That's My slut show Me you want more," She says as She begins to spank you over and over. 

The sting is so fierce that you can feel your eye's well up with tears and yet its warmth is so soothing. She knows you so well, knows just what you need and what you want. She fulfills your every desire with strength and love. She makes you feel whole and complete.

"Come dear, I want you to lie down on the corner of the bed."

She guides you down as you lay flat on the bed, your legs spread with the corner between them, your arms spread above your head. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and yet so safe and so cared for. She reaches between your legs and starts to stroke you. you feel yourself getting hard. Then you feel Her put a clothes pin on you. 

"Ohhh," was all you could say.

The pain was severe and sharp. Then without a word you heard the swishing of the flogger through the air. The sound of the leather straps making contact with your bare back brings a blunt burning pain that makes you moan for more. With each strike you feel against your skin you winch and moan harder. She stops and gently strokes your back and your ass.

"Ohh Ma'am please don't stop please flog me some more," you almost scream out begging.

Again without a word She proceeds to flog you-over and over again. There is no where on your back that you do not feel. you feel Her strength and Her love with each strike that is marked across your back. Each mark a reminder that you have full trust and you are safe in the hands of the Woman that loves you completely. your mind, your body and your soul, are surrounded in such completeness. 

She gentle starts to rub your back with Her finger nails as She reaches down with Her other hand releasing the cloths pin and starts to play with you. Each time Her finger nail passes over one of the marks on your back you feel a new jolt of excitement. The rush you feel from head to toe is so unlike any other but one only She can give you.

you feel yourself becoming more wet. She's still playing with you when She pinches you hard and spanks you on the ass. you jump and moan at the same time. you want to cum for Her again, but you don't dare without asking permission. you know the type of pain that would come from not asking permission. 

"Ma'am, may i cum for You please?"

"No My sweet slut, you may not. But you can beg Me to cum when I am fucking you."

"yes Ma'am," you say thinking how much deeper is She going to take you. 

She stops playing with you and you can feel Her step away from you. Even with the blind fold still on you know She's there. you can smell Her perfume-that sweet scent. you can feel Her presence in the room and the thought of knowing She's there probably looking at you. you can feel your face go totally flush. 

" Mmm what a nice shade of red," you hear Her say as She starts to drag Her nails across your ass. 

"Now let's turn your ass the same shade of red to match."

And with that you felt the leather of the paddle across your ass. you jump grabbing onto the edge of the bed feeling the burn and sting again. you so want to yell out, "OUCHHHHH" but don't dare. With each smack you can feel the heat spreading over your ass. It hurts so bad you want to cry but you take the pain because the reward for the pain makes every spanking worth it. 

Before you know it She has placed the paddle beside you on the bed and has begun to rub ice over your sore ass. OMG, you think-it feels like getting hit by lighting yet it also melts you at the same time. She takes Her time lovingly soothing every heated part of your very red ass. you are sure your ass is much redder then your face is now.

The stinging pain of your ass was so intense that you didn't realize that you had started dripping down the inside of your legs. Ohh but She noticed. She reached down between your legs wiping it up on one of her fingers then brought it up to your mouth for you to suck clean.

"That's a good girl-such a good slut." 

"Yes Ma'am Your slut," was all you could say. 

"Yes that's right My slut. And don't you ever forget whose slut you are and who you belong too." 

"i belong to You Ma'am, i am Your slut." 

"Yes girl you are My slut."

you felt Her leaning down on your back. Her nipples felt so good rubbing on your bare back. She rubbed them up and down teasing you knowing you wanted to cum and knowing you couldn't until She allowed you to. Feeling the tip of Her tongue slide over the marks on your back as She slid Herself inside you. 

" OOOO Ma'am," you uttered.

"Yes girl now I'm going to fuck you and let you beg Me to cum." 

you can feel Her so deep inside of you. One of Her hands on your shoulder and one on your hip as Her rhythm becomes more intense. you push yourself into Her wanting more needing more. your heavy breathing has turned into moans of pure desire and necessity. 

The physical urge, the mental energy, and the spiritual enlightening are consuming every part of your being. The harder She fucks you, the closer you come to that unity. your body moves with Hers. your moans of pleasure switch into a begging need. The more you beg the more you are told no. you feel like your ready to erupt and are trying with all your might to hold back.

you can feel your eyes just on the verge of swelling up with tears as you plead for mercy. 

"Ma'am, Your slut wants to cum for You. Please Ma'am, i beg You with all that i am- may Your slut cum for You?"

"Are you ready to give Me all of you girl?"

"Ma'am ohhh yes Ma'am all of me!"

"your spirit, your mind and your body you entrust them all to Me without question?"

"Yes Ma'am i trust You with all that i am."

"Then I will allow you to cum for Me My beloved slut." 

With Her approval the most intense orgasm hits you and takes over your whole body- unable to control the quivering and the tears that start streaming down past the blind fold and over your cheeks. It is the most euphoric feeling you have ever felt. 

your feeling of ecstasy is so overwhelming that when you come back to the moment you realize that She is lying next to you and you are wrapped lovingly in Her arms. She gently places a kiss to your lips and softly whispers in your ear says,

"you are Mine and you are loved." 



The Call



The phone rings. 

I run and pick it up. "Hello?" I ask, out of breath.

"I'm almost there, girl..." 

Your voice, almost a whisper, immediately sends sparks through my spine. I struggle for words...a low moan escapes from my lips instead. For a few moments the only thing heard is O/our breathing. Mine is almost completely sighs.

"Listen to Me..." You say, as I lay back on the couch, feeling dizzy with desire. "I want you to leave the door unlocked and the lights off, except for some candles. Don't take any of your clothes off, I want to undress you... And wait for Me by the window. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir ..." I reply. My legs are weak; I can barely focus my gaze on the flower vase next to the phone on the counter. You always have this effect on me...all my senses are charmed by the magic of Your voice.

"Don't you dare touch yourself. Just wait for Me." You add playfully.

"When?" I ask.

"Ten minutes, girl. Count them." You tell me. Then, You hang up.

I quickly light the candles You gave me the last time and put them all around the hotel room...then, I unlock the door and turn the lights off. Eventually, I go to the window.

I desperately try to kill time by looking down at the street. All I see are traffic lights and cars, but I don't pay attention to them. My mind is already full of You...

I close my eyes. My hands are shaking. I place them on the marble surface above the window and enjoy its coolness. I blame myself for being so vulnerable...but I know You enjoy this side of me, a side I've recently discovered. 

The sound of Your sexy voice alone sends jolts of lust all over my body, but as I recall O/our last encounter, your wonderful body against mine, Your tongue all over me and Your fingers deeply buried inside me while whispering the naughtiest words into my ear...I can't help it, I need to touch myself.

My hand sneaks under my skirt and over my black silk panties. I quickly caress my almost shaven mound, I feel how wet I am already for You...more moisture flows out of my slit while I caress my labia. I move my hand up and my middle and index fingers brush against my clit. I let out a soft moan. I start to caress it, moving my fingers in circles. 

I am so engrossed in what I'm doing that I don't hear You come in. You silently glide over and reach from behind me grabbing my arm, then say in a firm voice:

"Bad girl. I told you to wait for Me."

I try to turn and face you. You slap my ass once. I wiggle. 

"No. Stay where you are. Put your hands on the counter now. Do not turn around." You demand.

I comply. I can feel you behind me, the heat of your gorgeous body so incredibly near....my hands ache, I so badly want to touch you.

"You're such an impulsive charming lady, my dear. But I am the one in control now and you haven't followed My orders. I'm afraid I must punish you." You say, as Your hands roam all over my back, hips, and buttocks. 

"Stay where you are." You repeat, and then I hear You moving away. You lock the door, then I hear some noises that sound as if you are taking something from a bag. 

"Now, lift your skirt." You command, standing near me again. 

I sigh. My sight is blurred. I am so incredibly hot and ready for you. I know I have to wait for you to release me though. I bite my lips hard as I lift my skirt and my silk covered round bottom comes into view.

"Mm, nice...just what I needed to see." I can feel Your deep eyes on my ass now...and I become hotter and wetter, my heart pounding faster in my chest.

With one hand, You peel off my panties and let them drop to the floor.

"You've been a naughty, bad girl and you deserve a good spanking. Bend over, give that ass to me." You instruct.

I place my elbow on the shelf and comply, giving You full access of my round ass.

You slap the back of my legs instructing, "Spread your legs wider, I want to see your pussy. Yes, like this.".

For a moment, I silently pray for You to take me here and now. But I know You won't, since I didn't obey.

"Now, count every spank I give you. If you fail counting them, I'll start from one."

WHACK! The first whip falls on my skin and makes me almost jump. "One." I say.

"Good." You say.

I can hear your labored breathing. 

WHACK! "Two" I whisper, distracted by a ripple of wetness flowing out of my throbbing slit.

"I cannot hear you." You say, grabbing a handful of my ponytail and tugging it gently.

I gasp, startled. I really feel under Your control, but the more I'm aware of it, the more aroused I become.

WHACK! 

"Three." I say, clenching my teeth. My pale skin must be red by now.

You stop for a moment and caress my ass with firm, teasing hands and casually stroke my pussy lips from behind.

WHACK! "Ohhh, four." I moan. Your other hand never leaves my buttocks while you spank me.

WHACK!! WHACK!! 

"mmmmm ohhh five, six" I breathlessly say. Your finger is probing my asshole now.

"Good girl," you whisper in my ear, biting my earlobe and nibbling on it.

WHACK!! "Eight, ohh God" I gasp. 

You let the crop fall to the floor and tell me to stand up. You take my hands and position them back on the shelf, and start unbuttoning my blouse. I can see Your strong, big and capable hands...my blouse falls off. Then, You let my skirt slide off to the ground. 

You release my hair from the ponytail. It falls like a golden cascade all over my shoulders. 

I'm biting my lips so hard; I want to tell You how much I want You. But I can't.

"Tell Me. To whom do you belong?" you ask, kissing my neck and biting my skin. 

"I belong to You..." I moan as you unclasp my bra. 

"Whose body is this?" You groan while fondling my now free breasts, teasing the nipples.

"Yours. Yours only" I whisper.

You are undoing your pants now. I shake. I need You inside me so much that I could faint.

I feel Your hard cock against me. I try to speak, but You place a firm hand on my back.

"Shhh." You soothe me, grabbing my hips as you bend me over again like a doll.

"Tell me. Do You want me inside you? Do You want my cock inside Your wet little pussy?" You tease me, rubbing your hardness against my swollen sex.

"Oh yes. I do." I moan. I grip the edge of the counter hard. I feel so vulnerable, exposed and...aroused.

"Say please."

"Oh please, take me. I can't wait any longer." I say, almost crying.

"Louder." 

"Oh God, TAKE me."

I can feel You at my entrance. 

"Say it again."

"I need you to take me, to fuck me...please..." I moan.

In response, You start entering me.

You start taking me with deep, languid strokes. 

"Ohhh yes, girl, yes. Take Me inside you" You moan. One hand slides between me and the wall and You start caressing my clit. I grip the marble surface harder and moan. 

"Ohhh yes, mmmm." I am already close. I can feel ripples of pleasure all around me, growing bigger and bigger. My walls tingle with delight. My eyes shut as I feel the tension rising with each stroke.

"Yes, little one, come for Me. Come all over Me..." You grunt as You plunge into me deeper, faster, Your balls slapping against my thighs. Your hand strokes my clit faster and faster...I can't take it any longer. I arch and let out a scream.

"Oh, yes, yesss, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moan as my body is shaken by orgasm.

"Oh yes girl, yes....I'm going to come soon..." You grunt, while driving into me as hard as you can. 

My first orgasm subsides but You don't stop. Your hand is still squeezing my hard clit, the pleasure is unbearable but I can't do anything against it...Your cock is so big, I can feel it pulsing.

"Mmm, you delightful little slut of Mine...I can't resist you...I have to come now...now...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god yesssssssssssssss!" with these words and three last thrusts, You explode inside me and send me over the edge for a second time. I scream in pain and pleasure together. 

You pump the last drop inside me. W/we then collapse on the floor, spent, covered in sweat.

My eyes are closed, but You say:

"Look at Me girl." I raise my face and lose myself into Your wonderful dark eyes for the first time. 

You lean forward and kiss me deeply. Then, you take me into your arms and take me to bed.



The Call



I'm waiting.

I sit on my comfortable chair; you know the one. The one with the pastel pink blanket that feels so wonderful after a day of soaking in the summer sun. I've moved the teddy bear to the other room. Somehow it didn't feel right for the stuffed toy to watch me with its pupil-less gleaming black eyes. My knees remain gently closed, pressed very lightly together. I'm reading, for now. Something to keep me sane; I think it was a history book.

I glance at the slender thing next to me. I'm waiting.

My legs have been freshly shaven. I know you like that. I'm not wearing panties under my knee-length schoolgirl skirt. I remember you demand I not. I am wearing my bra, however. You said once how much you liked them. Black silk, you said. I bought it for you. Won't you be so proud? I remembered.

Where are you? Did you forget? I'm waiting.

I can't concentrate on the words before me. They remain a jumbled mass of black lines and circles to my distracted mind. The back of my right knee itches, so I reach down to scratch gently at it. The simple touch reminds me, and with a whimper I flick a glance over again.

Do you no longer want me? I'm waiting.

It buzzes. Finally, I think! Hastily I pick up the slender phone. I just got a cordless. I know you might want me to move. In my haste, the book slips from my lap and falls the few feet to the ground. No doubt later, when I pick it up, I'll find the pages have been mangled, bent. Now, however, that does not matter. All that matters is you.

"Hello?" I whisper into the earpiece, perhaps a little breathlessly. Your voice is low, and cool. Cool enough. It sends an anticipatory shiver down my spine. "Are you ready?" you ask. Of course I am. I've been waiting; it seemed like forever. I only give a low moan in response, pressing my knees tighter to try and control myself. I know you'll be unhappy if I move too quickly.

I could almost see the smile that grows as I moan. I can feel it. It's as pleasurable as the warmth rising into the core of me from the sun-kissed pink blanket. You love me in pink, don't you? You no longer need to ask me what I wear, you know by now. I always wear this, for you. We've done this so many times, so many glorious, incredible times. I know what to do.

"Your legs," you murmur. "So soft, heaven to touch." I slowly bring my hand along their length, feather light touches with my (your) fingertips. I (you) bite my (your) nails, and it only adds to the faintly painful pleasure as I (you) bring them over my outer thigh. My head tilts slowly back, careful not to displace you from my ear. Your voice is the faintest whisper; I can feel the warm caress of your breath across my flesh.

"Your tits," you lead. "So firm, so perfect for my hand." My (your) hand slides up my side, lightly tugging on the tucked-in white button-up shirt. A corner free, I (you) move my (your) hand beneath and up my stomach. Finally, after what seems forever, I (you) close my (your) hand around my left breast, giving a gentle squeeze before slipping a finger underneath the black strip of silk that holds them. I (you, I can feel the difference in our hands) teasingly run that rough fingernail over my nipple, bringing it to a hard stub. I give a little whimper again, such sweet torment you give to me.

My breathing comes a little heavier, now. "Touch me," I plead. You give a soft laugh as I (you) continue to torture my nipples, first one, then the other. "All in good time, my pet," is all you will say. "I want to smell you, first." A tiny, sane part of my mind wonders how you can smell me, but in my haze I don't reflect on this oddity as I hear you take a deep breath in. "You smell so good, Angel." I moan. I can smell me now, it excites me more.

I can feel me. I want you, so badly. I want you to touch me; I want to touch myself. But I dare not. You urge me on, urge me to slide my (your) hand lower once more, under the band of my skirt. I (you) make little patterns with your fingers over my belly, playing with me. You know how excited I am. You know the sensitivity of my skin.

Finally, you allow me to dip my (your) hand lower. You know now by my little sounds I am nearly crying from frustration and anticipation. "Feel my calloused hand move over your hip. It moves down your outer thigh toward the knee, then slowly crosses to your inner and moves up," you whisper. I am pleased, inwardly. Your breathing is a little more ragged, more rapid. My (your) hand moves in circles just below the junction, not yet willing to release me and touch the center of my being.

"Oh, please, touch me!" I can hardly bear this! Finally, you concede, and I (you) move my (your) hand up. "Oh, so wet," you say, satisfied. "So hot, and tight." My (your hand, not mine!) finger presses a moment against my clit, then begins a gentle rub. "Ohhh," I say. My (your, oh it's you) thumb moves to push that button, as two of my (your!) fingers slide across flesh before dipping into my cunt. You begin to work in a rhythm, teasing my clit as you finger-fuck me. Oh, I cannot stand this! With each thrust of your fingers, with each touch of your thumb, I whimper and squirm. Oh, fuck me!

Your hand moves faster, in and out of my pussy, over my clit. Such sweet hell I've never known. You bring me almost to the edge, then stop for a moment. You know how I hate it! I press my hips forward, into your hand. I want more. I want it now. So needy I am, now, I fuck your fingers with abandon, almost screaming as I again get close to my climax. Your own panting, your own moans, they spur me on. I'm flattered; you no longer can speak. I can see you as you pump your fist up and down over the thick, engorged dick of yours.

Ever faster and harder we go. I scream. I'm coming! Ohhhhh I cry, squeezing my cunt muscles tight around your fingers as the juices flow over them, onto that so-comforting pink blanket. I hold my position, your thumb continuing to move against my spot furiously. I come again!

Finally, after your own grunting cry, you cease this endless but oh so heavenly torture. Your hand moves from between my legs, spread as they are over the now-large wet spot on my blanket. I pant for several moments, coming back to earth, and you do the same. You whisper sweet things in my ear; I wipe the sweat from my forehead.

Finally, you regain composure, and quietly (and gently, oh gods please gently) say as you've said before. "I'll call you next week."

"I love you," I murmur in return, but you're already gone.



The Call



It was late, past 10pm and here I was still at my desk. The office empty, even the cleaners had been and gone.

Staring at the last words on the computer screen with relief, the first draft was ready for the early morning meeting tomorrow. As much as I loved my job, there were times, especially after a day like today when I seriously considered changing careers. I'd be home later than I'd promised, yet again. I could see his face in my minds eye, that set to his lips, hearing his clipped tones as he asked if I'd actually be home on time tomorrow. It hadn't been easy of late, not since I'd taken on more responsibility at work.

Stretching in my chair, reaching up to massage the back of my neck with cool, long fingers. Breasts straining against the buttons of my pale blue shirt. I almost jumped when the phone rang. That would be him, checking to see if I was still at my desk. The temptation to ignore it was overwhelming, but instinctively my hand reached for it, a sigh echoing in the mouthpiece as I lifted it to my lips.

"You're working late."

"I'm just leaving now, I'll be home soon." The words out before I realised that it wasn't his voice I was hearing. This voice was deeper, it felt like there was a smile in the words. Struggling to place it, no one sprang to mind, I was certain I hadn't heard it before. I would have remembered, the richness of it making my nipples harden, pushing against the satin fabric of my bra.

"I think you have the wrong number," I murmured.

"I have the right number," he said, that smile still hovering around his words.

Silence stretching between us as I found myself unable to return the handset to its cradle, to end this odd conversation. I'm overwhelmed with curiosity, to know what he wants, to hear more of that rich, warm voice, and feel my body responding to it.

"Loosen your hair." It's not a request, not quite a command.

Lifting my hand to the pin securing my hair, unbidden by conscious thought. Silken strands tumbling around my shoulders. He'd known that my hair was pinned up, he must have seen me today, so he must be somewhere in the building, must work here too. Biting into my full lower lip as I tried to think of anyone new I'd encountered during the course of the day. My mind came up blank. Maybe he'd made a lucky guess. Holding my breath as I waited for his next words.

"Unbutton your shirt."

I know I gasped at this, I didn't hear my vocal response, but felt the air rush between my now parted lips, felt it catch in my throat. Where was he, who was he? Fingers hovering over the small buttons holding the cotton covering my upper body. He must have sensed my hesitation, his words repeated in my ear, the tone of his voice lower, more commanding.

The first button popping open revealing the creamy curves of my breasts, the next the pale satin of my bra. Open to the waist, my breasts heaving with every shallow breath, nipples hard and aching, straining against the silken fabric. Pushing the satin over my breast, dark pink nipple exposed, twisting it between my fingertips. I hear a moan, unsure if it came from my mystery caller or sprang from my own lips.

"Stand up and pull your skirt up to your waist." 

No pause this time, wanting to, needing to comply. The heat between my thighs, no thought of anything other than how arousing this was. He must have heard my movements, knew I was doing as I was told. I couldn't visualise how he could possibly see me. The dark wool bunching around my waist, leaving my legs, encased in hold-ups and the soft fabric of my thong, clinging to moist pussy lips exposed. My skin pale in the overhead lights. So sure that I heard a moan from the other end of the phone this time, straining to hear his next words.

"Take off your panties." His voice sounding hoarser this time.

Easing the thong over my hips and down my thighs, letting it pool at my feet before stepping out of it. Smooth, silken mound begging for my touch. Desperately wanting to stroke my fingertips across the soft skin, to part my pussy lips and dip my fingers into the slick heat within. 

"Turn to face the window, put your foot on the chair and slide your fingers into your pussy. I know how wet you are."

A small shudder passing through my body. Facing the window I can see my reflection. Hair tousled, face flushed, foot braced on the chair, my hand drifting along my thigh, stroking my pussy lips, fingers pushing inside my aching flesh. Groaning at how good this feels. My pussy gripping my fingers, clinging to them as they start thrusting in and out, the pad of my thumb rubbing over my swollen clit.

His words whispering in my ear, "Yes baby, cum for me."

My breathing ragged as I fingerfuck my tight cunt, feeling the intense tugging sensation low in my belly. Moaning now, each thrust of my fingers, the pressure on my clit bringing me closer and closer. My head falling back, neck arching, driving my fingers hard into my aching, slippery flesh. Pussy spasming around those invading fingers, my thighs trembling, body shuddering as I cum all over my hand. Collapsing into my chair, hair falling over my face, my body flushed with pleasure. His groans audible. 

"I'll be looking for you again," and with those words he was gone and I was left wondering one thing..................when?



The Call



Another call clicked in. "Hi, you're through to technical support, Matt speaking, how may I help?"

"Keep looking at your monitor, act normally," said the voice, "This is Caroline."

He almost froze, his line manager. What had he done to warrant a call from Her? Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Her at Her desk in the far corner, watching him.

"I've found you online," She said through his headset, "red head boy."

He felt his the blood rush to his face, his IC profile, how embarrassing! No, wait, She couldn't be sure it was him, his face wasn't on it.

"Tell me Matt, have you ever had a woman put her strap-on in your bottom?"

"No Ma'am," he stuttered, randomly tapping a few keys to look as though he was dealing with a regular call.

"Fingers and tongues?" She asked.

Just deny it he thought, but before he knew what he was doing he had replied "yes". She had this power, the look, and the tone, which could make anyone do anything without question nor hesitation.

"Hmmm... and what about anything bigger? Toys, things that happen to be lying around?"

"Yes Ma'am," he replied in his most professional tone, surprising himself with the way he had regained his composure, "although nothing too big."

"Nothing to stretch you, you mean?" Her voice said in his ear.

"That'd be correct Ma'am," was his response; now almost convincing himself it was a normal customer on the other end of the line, not his imposing boss.

"Well that will change. This Saturday, tomorrow, you are to come to my house. The usual work time. Bring your overnight things. And two other things besides, are you listening carefully?"

"Yes" he breathed.

"You are to shave yourself smooth around your genitals and between your buttocks. Secondly, you are not to masturbate at all, is that clear?"

"Of course Madam."

There was another click and the line went dead, but he carried on talking, for appearances.

"That's not a problem, I'll have the packaging delivered to you as soon as possible. Good bye."

Breathing out, his mind swam. He could feel himself hardening; strange as his foremost memory was of complete shock and terror! Without a glance at Caroline, he finished his shift, though he could almost feel Her eyes on him until he left the office.

...

Saturday dawned, and as per Her command, he arrived at Her house at 9am. The night before he had shaved himself smooth as She requested, squatting over a mirror so he could both see and reach between his buttocks, marvelling at how his anus looked surrounded only by smooth soft skin. Throughout the temptation to take his constant erection in his hand had been almost impossible to fight off, and although he knew She would not know, he still couldn't bring himself to disobey Her. The power She held, it was incredible he mused. In the end, he had fallen asleep, his erection remaining until he stepped in to the cold shower as the day dawned.

Her house was large, set back from the road and behind a tall stone wall. Ivy climbed the walls of the house. Beautiful yet imposing, fitting, he smiled to himself. Pushing the doorbell, he stepped back from the door and waited. He had chosen to wear a plain black t-shirt, boxers and jeans. Keep it cool and casual; don't look nervous he had repeated to himself over and over. It seemed like hours had passed when the door opened and there She was. No less imposing for being removed from the work environment, in fact quite the opposite; Queen of all She surveyed. And right now, that was he.

"Come in," She said in Her sharp business-like tone, turning and walking back in to the house.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Nervous now, he knew this was it. He followed Her in to what was a large comfortable drawing room, where She had sat in an old green leather armchair, arms and legs crossed.

"Undress" She said.

He felt himself blushed, but Her look compelled him to act, and he slowly kicked off his shoes and socks, placing them neatly to the side. Next came his t-shirt, followed by his jeans. Sure he must now be bright red, he took in a deep breath, hooked his thumbs into his boxers, and pushed them to the floor. She didn't say a word, but beckoned him over with a finger, gesturing for him to stop when he stood directly before Her, legs shoulder width apart. Leaning forwards She reached out and took his penis in Her hand. He was amazed that even now, nervous and embarrassed as he was, it was semi-erect, and the warmth of Her palm caused it to stiffen still further.

Lifting his cock, She reached between his legs with Her other hand, taking his scrotum in to Her hand, squeezing it gently but firmly. Then She took each testicle in turn between thumb and finger and rolled it.

Looking up She spoke again, in Her commanding tone, "turn around, and bend over."

He did so, his cheeks red, heart racing. Suddenly, as he felt Her gaze upon him, he felt utterly exposed. She could see every part of him in minute detail, and as the cool air ran over his freshly shaved skin he shivered. He felt the tip of a nail on the small of his back, and She drew it slowly, oh so slowly, down between his buttocks. He couldn't help but gasp as She crossed his anus, then continued down his perineum.

Abruptly She stood. "Follow me," She commanded, and set off out the room and up a wide staircase.

He followed, painfully aware of his nakedness, mind racing; what was going to happen now, what did She want him for?

He followed Her in to a large bedroom, a king-sized oak bed dominating the room. She turned to face him, eyes taking him in,

"On the bed, on all fours. Face the headboard and don't move."

He climbed nervously on to the large soft bed, and positioned himself, his bottom facing Her. This is it he thought, the fantasy; he couldn't believe what was happening. Her voice came from behind him,

"Put a hand back between your legs."

He did so, and felt her apply something cool and slippery to his fingers; lube he realised.

"Get yourself ready," is all She said, and he flushed again, the humiliation!

Moving his fingers to his anus, he tentatively slid a finger in to himself, exploring the warm soft walls of his rectum. He placed the tip of a second finger against his hole and pushed it firmly in to join the first, feeling the walls of his bowels become slick with the lube. He pushed them in as deep as he could, then withdrew them, and placed his hand back next to the other, his anus closing up again, the light reflecting off the lube smeared around its entrance. Behind him, he heard Her pull down Her jeans and knickers in one movement, then the sound of Her stepping in to the strap-on harness. She moved on to the bed behind him, close up, the material of Her t-shirt brushing his skin.

Placing a hand on each of his buttocks, She pushed them apart, exposing and spreading his small puckered opening. For a brief moment he was struck by doubts; did he really want this?, but as soon as he felt the tip of the dildo push against his opening, he knew. As he felt Her pushing steadily in he moved back against Her, uttering a low moan as he felt the shaft sliding deep in to his rectum.

She didn't say a word as She began to fuck him. Building up the pace, She expertly, opened up his virgin body, until the full length of the strap-on was disappearing between his smooth buttocks and in to him. She got faster and deeper, holding his hips and encouraging him to move with Her, letting her right inside him. His rigid cock swung to and through as he pushed back to meet her every thrust, and he moaned deeply as he felt Her fill him. Together, their breathing quickened, and her grip on him got tighter, pulling him harder back on to Her, wanting every inch of the shaft in him. Finally She spoke;

"Yes, yes, yes," She repeated, rolling her hips as she came, grinding her clit into the base of the strap-on, forcing it right up inside of him.

As Her orgasm subsided, She stopped moving, and rested, the shaft lodged deep in his rectum. He uttered a deep moan as She slowly withdrew from him, he felt as though a part of him was being taken away. His rectum felt empty, unnaturally so, as if She belonged in him. He did not move until She instructed him to turn around and face Her

He moved on to his back to face Her. She had put her plain white cotton knickers back on, and was standing by the bed, a small silver dildo in one hand.

"Pull your knees up and apart," She instructed him, in Her usual business-like tone. Handing him the dildo, She continued,

"Masturbate for me, one hand on your cock, the other moving this in and out of your bottom."

He blushed, but her stance and tone had the same effect as during office hours, and he had to obey. He nervously moved the dildo to his exposed anus, pushing it gently inside, surprised at how easily his body accepted it; it's cool shiny length sliding easily in to his lubed hole. His other hand moved to his cock, and he was surprised again as he took it in his hand, it had never felt so stiff, throbbed so strongly, now he truly meant the meaning of 'rock hard'. Unable to tear his eyes away from Hers, he slowly began to masturbate, his hand moving steadily up and down his own shaft, while the smaller silver one he moved rhythmically in and out of himself. Her gaze moved to between his spread legs, taking in his genitals, buttocks and anus, and he felt himself hoping fervently that She was not disappointed, that he was pleasing Her, that She would deign to take him again.

The minutes passed by at a crawl, until finally he felt orgasm approach. A small smile played over Her lips as She noticed his balls tighten, his breathing quicken, but no more.

"Keep going," She uttered as he looked at Her questioningly, and he obeyed, his hand pumping his cock faster now, the small dildo a blur as he pushed it as deep as he could inside, pulled it out, and pushed it back again. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and he neared the brink, the waves shooting through him of previously unimagined pleasure making his whole body feel on fire.

"Keep your eyes on me," She spoke again, and again as if he had no free will of his own, he looked back at Her, locking eye contact.

And so, as he came, his penis spasming in his hand, the muscles in his anus contracting tightly, he felt Her looking right in to his very soul, and he knew he was Hers.

To be continued...?



The Call



On days like this, John hated being a cop. What would he say? How exactly would he ask? He was not looking forward to making this call at all.

He pulled up. That would be it. House number 10. No way out of this. Dry leaves crunched underfoot as he walked across the footpath. There were flowering plants on the patio and...hold on...what was that? Someone had painted eggs and stuck them on a dried-up little tree. Interesting, must tell the kids about that.

He couldn't hear a sound and the place looked deserted. He half wished no one was home. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the front door. Nothing. A few minutes...another knock, louder this time.

"Give us a minute mate!" a man called out from the window next to the front door. The curtains were drawn so he couldn't see anything.

In a minute the door opened. A man stepped out, looking to be in his forties, dishevelled, and clearly just out of bed. He was wearing black shorts but nothing else, and his salt-and-pepper stubble was about two days old. 

'Gidday?"

"David Henderson?"

"That's right." 

"Yes...I'm Senior Constable John Bishop. We are responding to a...complaint. One of your neighbours reported...a...disturbance of sorts..."

The man looked puzzled. There was a lipstick stain on one shoulder, along with what looked to be a bite-mark. His right arm had four angry red lines going down its length. Nail marks. He knew those well.

"Is everything alright here, Mr Henderson?"

"Call me Dave, mate. Yes, we're fine. Who done the complaining? What disturbance?"

"It's a sensitive issue, Dave. May I come in?"

Dave looked anxious and displeased, but opened the door and they stepped into a darkish hallway. Just as John was about to launch into the nature of the complaint, a woman called out from the door on the right-hand side...

"Dave?"

"Sorry mate, can you give me a minute?" David asked before disappearing into the room. 

Woah...this was awkward. He had clearly disturbed a couple in bed. The door was slightly ajar and he could hear them...

"Mmm...I missed you...who was it?" the woman asked.

"The police Jaz, dunno what's going on, he's still here...I have to go back out" Dave replied.

"Noooo," the woman whimpered, "tell him you're busy! Tell him to come back later!" 

She didn't sound Australian, and John couldn't place her accent. She sounded upset and whiny.

"Jaz, it's the police," Dave almost sounded irritated. "I have to talk to him."

"No baby...we were fucking...please...I want you...I waited all morning...you took forever at your mother's...I am not waiting ANYMORE!"

John couldn't believe his ears. The door was just a foot away and he couldn't help himself. He glanced in. There was a mattress on the floor. A woman was on it, naked, half laying and half on David, trying to pull him back into bed. David was trying to prise her hands off him. She was feisty. She got her arms around him, full breasts pressing against his chest, and started kissing him open mouthed. David gave in, kissing her back and grabbing her tits.

John's eyes widened and he felt himself start to bulge. He watched with quickening breath as the couple kissed with tongue and the woman moaned. Her hands were all over him, caressing and pulling and one hand went down to his shorts. David gripped her wrist, pulling it back.

"Baby...Jaz...please...gimme five minutes to talk to him?"

"Fuck me!" the woman cried, holding David's face and licking him, "Fuck me now! Tell him to go! Tell him your wife is ill!"

"I can't do that Jaz!" David whispered firmly, sitting up again. "Wait just five minutes? I need just five minutes to see what he wants. This isn't right. He is standing in the hallway. Five minutes babygirl? And I will come back and fuck you. I'll fuck you good, I promise. Ok?"

The woman stuck her lower lip out, looking childish and petulant. John had never seen anything like this. His was beginning to sweat, but couldn't take his eyes off them. The woman looked up at David, slowly shook her head, then leaned forward and ran her tongue along his lips. 

"Give me your drool,' she whispered fiercely, 'then I'll let you go."

"Jaz..." Dave sounded desperate.

The woman brought her lips close to his and opened her mouth wide. Holding his face, she drew him slowly down on top of her. David groaned and followed, giving in and kissing her. Then, drawing back, he crooked his thumbs into her mouth, held it open and drooled into it. John watched mesmerised, a full hard-on pressing urgently against his pants, as the man's saliva dripped into the woman's mouth and she moaned, lapping at it, licking and drinking thirstily.

"More..." she moaned, writhing in the bed and shaking him, "I want more...please baby...more"

"Five minutes," David pulled back shakily, trying to stand up.

The woman gripped him tight. "Promise?" she whispered, "Promise you'll fuck me good when you come back?"

"Uhuh, I do, I promise." David extricated himself from her clutches, 'Please stay here and be quiet ok? I'll be back as soon as I can."

John drew back from the door and turned to look straight ahead. The door opened and David came out.

"Sorry about that mate...my wife isn't well...I had to check on her. We can talk in the loungeroom..." he said, leading the way towards the door opposite the bedroom.

Two sofas were piled high with clothes. John sat on the three-seater sofa. David cleared one of the other sofas and sat on it.

"What's this about mate?" he asked leaning forward.

John cleared his throat. His mind was racing and he couldn't stop thinking of the voluptuous brown woman in the bedroom, with her dark hair and big breasts. He had never seen nipples as big or as black as hers. Her legs had gleamed gold and honey against the sheets. He took a deep breath.

"We've had some complaints in the last few days Dave. From your neighbours. They say...there has been some inappropriate conduct from you and your...erm...are you married..." he trailed off.

"My partner," Dave offered curtly.

"Yes. Your neighbours have complained of ...um...loud sexual activity...screams during the daytime, and they also said that you and your partner have sex outside the house in full view of passersby. I'm sorry, I can imagine that this is awkward for you..."

David had his face in his hands and was rubbing his temples and eyes. "I can explain mate," he eventually said, looking up and sounding tired. "My wife...she...she's not well. She's a nympho..."

Just then the loungeroom door opened and the woman walked in. Her hair was loose and her lips swollen. She was barefoot and wore a white satin gown, tied at the waist, but was clearly naked under it. Her breasts were visible at the open V neckline of the gown. Open, he realised, right up to her waist. Dear fucking God. 

"You said five minutes Dave," she turned to David, thrusting her breasts out and touching his face and hair.

David stood up.

"Jaz...this is officer..." he was flustered and couldn't remember John's name. The woman turned to face him, seemingly indifferent to the fact that she was nearly naked in front of a stranger. He tried not to look at her jutty nipples, outlined under the white satin.

"John Bishop," John offered.

"Hi," she smiled, pasting herself on David and putting her arms around his waist. "Are you done?" David was red-faced. John felt sorry for him. What was wrong with this woman?

"Would you gimme a minute mate? David asked. 

The woman was rubbing her face on his chest, licking at his nipples and whimpering very softly. John noticed gooseflesh around David's nipples, where the woman had licked and sucked. He stammered 'yes' and watched as David led the woman bodily out of the loungeroom.

"I asked you to wait in the room Jaz!" this from the hallway.

"You said five minutes," the woman whimpered, "you were gone much longer. I needed you...I wanted to fuck...needed to fuck baby...needed your cock..." Her words were interspersed with kisses and moans. 

John was mortified. This was clearly a case of very bad timing on his part. He could hear the couple kissing in the hallway. David was trying to convince the woman to wait inside the bedroom. But she was kissing him and asking for things and he could hear David giving in...kissing her back and moaning too. 

"There...I kissed you babygirl...gave you lots of drool, now go wait inside ok?" he heard him say.

David had closed the loungeroom door behind him but it was ajar now. John walked towards it and peeped carefully out. He was stunned by what he saw. The white gown lay on the floor. The couple were against the wall. The woman's legs were around the man's waist, and his hands gripped her bottom. His shorts were pulled down. He held her against the wall, entering her and fucking her. Her legs opened wide and she threw her head back. He pulled her head down, kissing her and looking into her eyes as they fucked furiously.

Wtf? Didn't they care that he was here? That he could hear them?

He watched as the couple fucked in the hallway, the man thrusting into her as she moaned and squealed, begging for cock, begging to be fucked, begging him not to stop. He was trying to sshhhh her, now kissing her, now clapping a palm over her mouth, now squeezing her throat. She yanked at his hair and laughed into his eyes. She clawed at his arms, clawed down his back and bit his shoulder. His face was in her neck, sucking hard at the soft, brown skin there as he thrust his cock into her again and again. He licked at her big black nipples and buried his face there. She brought his face up, kissed him and put her arms around his neck.

"Fuck me, please fuck me baby...fuck me...fuck me! Don't stop, please don't stop...I need your cock..." she whispered over and over, shaking him.

John was just about to step back into the loungeroom when the woman lifted her head and looked straight at him. For a second she looked embarrassed and he thought she would ask Dave to stop. Then, she seemed to recover and just stared at him...almost...what...triumphantly? Like she was saying, I won...I got him away from you. David was now completely gone, thrusting deep and hard into her.

They watched each other, John and the woman. She with her arms and legs around the man, pulling at his hair, moaning, slutty eyes interlocked with John's. And he with the biggest erection he had ever had. She was a whore! Had to be.

Then, she broke the gaze. Throwing her head back she started to whimper, "Cum for me...please baby...I'm so weak...it's been long...more than three hours now...please make me well...make me well...give me your cum...I want my medicine!"

John watched fascinated as her words spurred the man on. He groaned and bucked and came hard, shooting cum straight inside her. She whimpered and licked him, holding him tight as he shuddered. Then it was over and they stood there, exhausted against the hallway for a few minutes before David lifted his head up from her neck and softly whispered, "Happy now? Can I leave you for five minutes in the room while I talk to him?"

She smiled, nodded, looking embarrassed and kissed him.

David stepped away and still carrying the woman, her hands and legs melded around him, his cock still inside her, made his way into their bedroom and shut the door behind them.

John stood shaking at the loungeroom door. He had to get out of here before David came back out. He couldn't stay and talk to him after what he had just seen them do. Madness. He'd have to come again some other day. Maybe even ask someone else to make this call. He quietly opened the lounge door and stepped into the hallway. He could hear them in the bedroom...David said something and the woman giggled.

The door was open a crack. He had to look. Taking stealthy steps, he walked to the door and looked inside. They were on the mattress...the woman sitting up with her back on the wall, and the man on her. He was naked now and lay with his head on her breasts, suckling on one and playing and tugging at the other. The woman stroked his hair and face, kissing every part of him she could and begging him not to stop.

Were these people normal? The man was suckling? Squeezing at her breasts and drinking. And she was helping him squeeze. He watched in disbelief as David drew back and pressed the woman's nipples between thumb and forefinger. Little jets of milk sprayed out and he put his tongue out to receive them. The woman moaned and grabbed his hair, stuffing a nipple into his mouth, and arching her hips up to grind against him.

They had forgotten he was there!!!

David pressed urgently between her legs and John saw that he was hard again. Without taking his lips off her huge, jutty black nipple, he entered her and started to fuck her again. She was rubbing hard against him now, moaning and shuddering.

"Aaaaah...don't stop drinking my milk...please...please drink my milk! Bite me! Pull! Hurt me...Dave, baby...I'm...gunna...cum!" The woman gritted her teeth and yanked his hair before bucking and screaming in a huge orgasm.

John could still hear her calling 'Dave' over and over, as he tried to open the front door with shaking hands. He wanted to go but couldn't. 

'I got ya,' he heard the man whisper as her cries subsided.

John shook the door, pushed it open and stepped quickly outside. His pants were tight and his jocks were soaked. Walking fast to the car, he yanked the door open, started up and reversed. 

As he turned into Gradeview he could still hear the woman's cries and see David's hands squeezing and tugging at her big, beautiful, brown breasts. Fuck. Did that really happen?



The Call



I love turning you on. It's become my main hobby lately. I love that with a word, or phrase dropped at just the right moment I can make your dick jump. Or that with just a look, or even the slightest hint of nudity you'll want more. I love it so much. So that night, when you were out and I was left to my own devices, what else would I have thought of?

I got a few happy drunk texts, I was glad you were having a good time with the boys. But there was something here on my end that I really needed you to take care of. I rolled over, and turned the page on my book then realized I couldn't even remember what I had just read. I was too distracted. My look flicked past the top of my book, and caught a glance of the toy I had setting on my bedside table. I smirked to myself, but sighed, getting off on my own just wasn't as fun anymore. And so I went back to trying to read my book. 

Before long though, I realized that the distraction was getting the better of me. Cause though there was still one hand steadying my book, the other was roaming. Almost subconsciously. I don't know about everyone else, but there's this one spot on my body, that I just love to touch. Nobody but me has ever really paid any attention to it before, but I just love running my finger tips and nails over the spot on my pubic area just over my hip bone. Even if I haven't shaved for a while, it's always soft and smooth. And if I press it just right, it makes me feel so good. But that's where my hand found itself, just brushing back and forth across my pubic area while I kept my eyes pointed at the book I was pretty much ignoring by now. 

That was enough though, I let the book fall to the bed, freeing my hand to glide up along the side of my breast, carefully brushing my finger tips over the hardened nipple. It was at that moment, that I committed myself to what I was about to do, because as a shudder raced through me, I closed my eyes, and my other hand slid down between my thighs to part my already moist pussy lips. I didn't do much though, just stretched a finger out over my exposed clit, and brought it down to tap it, just slightly. Marveling at how wet I was already. 

'Mmm fuck, I wish you were here to see this.' I thought to myself. And just then, it dawned on me. And I dropped the hand from my breast, down onto the bed beside me, to find my phone. I smiled at it, as one hand continued to caresses my tender pussy lips, and the other went to search through my phone for your number. I didn't dial it yet, though, instead I just set it ready on the bedside table, and reached past it to get my trusty ol' toy. 

It was already plugged in, and so I clicked the button turning it on low and just laid it in my thighs, letting the head lightly vibrate my puffy lips. Now that my hands were free, I closed my eyes and reached up running the palms of my hands up along the sides of my body, 'til my fingers found my breasts again and firmly massaged them. With the vibe sitting on my thighs, I could press my legs together and lift my hips against it, sending a shock wave through my body, starting right at my clit. And it felt amazing. But I could feel myself getting close already, and I wasn't quite ready for that yet. 

So, I let loose my plump breasts and turned myself over so that, with my legs parted only slightly I could set the vibrator behind me and tease myself by grinding down against it. Lifting myself up onto my elbows, I ran my finger nails roughly over my scalp and teased my sensitive shoulders with the tips of my hair. 

As my breathing started to pick up, I could tell it was time and so I reached down beside me and dialed your number. I knew you wouldn't pick up, and so, as I had hoped, I reached your voicemail. "Baby, I..." I began with ragged breaths, "I miss your cock so much." And just then, I left the phone on the bed, just beneath my face, and reached down between my thighs to bury a finger in my dripping, hungry cunt. The moan you heard on your end, must have been spine tingling. Cause at that moment, I really, really wanted nothing more than to be filled, not by my fingers but by you, and now. But my fingers, they seemed to be doing the trick. 

Pressing my thumb against my clit I continued to roll my hips against my hand, pushing my finger deeper and deeper into my pussy. As the recording on your end picked up every breath, sigh, and moan. "Fuck baby, I need you now." I managed as my legs began to shake beneath me. And kneeling there, with my face hovering over the phone, and fucking my fingers at a needy pace, I imagined you getting home later and listening to this voicemail and that thought alone sent me over the edge. Now with my face practically pressed into the phone, I shook and moaned out my orgasm. Letting my breasts rub against the bed, and my pussy move down against the vibrator, pressing my fingers even deeper into my it.

"Oh fuck." was the last thing I breathed, before I reached over with my clean hand and hung up the phone.



The Call