3 comments/ 9642 views/ 0 favorites Phone By: MungoParkIII In the early afternoon, the sun set behind the mountains casting Jenna's house into the shade. The narrow valley was tucked between mountains on the east and west side so that even on the longest summer days, the valley was in the sunlight for only about six hours. The rest of the time became a gentle mix of twilight and early darkness. It was only about 3 in the afternoon and Jenna was still waiting. She was waiting for the telephone man and her first telephone. Jenna's house was very old and she had lived there all of her eighty one years. Along the way she had many people tell her how she had to have a phone. "What if there is an emergency, how could someone reach you quickly?" Jenna would answer, "Well the only person I would worry about is my daughter Eileen and I would simply walk over to her house or she could walk here. I suppose if it's an emergency I could perhaps run over there, that should do fine." "But you just have to have a phone, maybe people would talk more to you if you had a phone." She'd reply, "And then I'd jus' be talking to the telephone, not one of my friends." After several months of badgering from her friends and even her daughter, Jenna finally agreed to get a phone. Now of course, her daughter and her spent another several weeks deciding on the phone she needed to get. Once they placed the order, the phone company then said it would take forty-eight hours to install the phone. After another week and a half, Jenna's daughter finally got a commitment from them that the phone would be in on November 27th. It was nearly three thirty on the 27th and no one had shown up. Eileen was just about to call when she saw the phone company van pulling into her mother's driveway. She walked over and stood with her mother while the phone guy fed the wire along the eaves of the house and then through a small hole he drilled near the bedroom. He pulled the phone wire through the wall and installed a phone jack in the bedroom wall. Carefully climbing into the attic, he pulled another line so he could install a jack in the kitchen. Once he finished he explained that, although there was two jacks, the order was for only one phone, so he was going to leave them with just the one phone. He did show Jenna and Eileen how to move the phone from one jack to the other. When he finished his explanation Eileen asked, "Okay, now when will the phone actually work?" "Well the phone works fine now, but there isn't a phone line up to the house. We will draw a line from the box over there," he said, pointing to the green box in front of Eileen's house. "When will you do that?" "I don't know, another crew will do that. They will pull the line and attach it to the box right here," he said, stepping outside and pointing to the back corner of the house. "Once that is done the phone will work." Eileen and Jenna watched as the van pulled out of the driveway and headed off into the darkness. Jenna turned and walked into her house and headed to the bedroom. Eileen followed her and when the old woman sat down on her bed she asked, "Mother, what are you doing?" "I got to get used to this phone thing, I might as well start now." "But it's not even working yet." "That's good, this way I'll be used to it by the time the phone get's to working." Each day when Eileen came to visit she found her mother sitting and staring at the phone. When she asked her mother why, she replied, "I'm still gettin' used to it." The phone company finally got the wire pulled and connected to the house about a week after they had left the phone with Jenna. They ran a small machine that poked the wire down into the ground all the way up to the house. Once the wire was in they connected it to the box and then went inside. The phone man stepped back outside almost immediately, "Ma'm there's something wrong with the phone or perhaps the line in the house so the phone doesn't work." "You can't fix it?" Eileen asked. "No, there's another guy who does that," the man said picking up his tools. "And when will they be out." "Should be in the next couple of days he replied," before climbing into his truck. Five days later the first telephone man came back to the house and checked out the phone and the line inside. He fiddled with a few things and then came over to talk to Eileen and her mother. "Well I have that taken care of," he replied. "Well does the phone work now?" "Now, they have to turn it on at the main office, as soon as I check back in. It should be working by tomorrow." Eileen and her mother went back into the house. Jenna headed straight back to her room and sat down near the phone. When Eileen walked in she saw her mother actually pick up the receiver and move her fingers over a few of the settings. She sat down and asked, "Well mother, are you getting used to the phone." "I do believe I am," she replied, now I just have to wait for someone to call me. The next morning Eileen woke up and looked over at her phone. "Surely her mother's phone was working by then," she thought, so she reached over and picked up the receiver. Picking up a slip of paper from the nightstand she slowly dialed her mother's number. Listening in the receiver she heard it ringing and thought, "Finally, the phone is working." When it rang a second time Eileen realized she could actually hear her mother's phone ringing from her own house. "Oh dear, mother must have turned up the volume on the ringer, "she said to herself. She let it ring about four more times but when her mother didn't answer, she hung up the phone and walked over. Sticking her head in the front door she called out, "Mother, why haven't you answered the phone?" He mother didn't answer, so Eileen stepped in the door, calling out, "Mother, are you okay?" Again, no reply. Eileen then walked into her mother's room and saw her motionless on the bed. She rushed over and shook her, "Mother, mother are you asleep?" When there was no response she picked up the phone and called their doctor. About thirty minutes later the doctor arrived and rushed in. As he was checking on Jenna, and ambulance also arrived. Eileen stood in the corner of Jenna's room watching in horror as the doctor and then the ambulance crew confirmed she was dead. As the ambulance crew loaded her onto the gurney Eileen pulled the doctor aside. "What happened to her doctor?" "It looks like a heart attack Eileen, something must have startled her or something, I mean just by the look of her face. It could be most anything thing, a loud noise maybe." "A loud noise?" "Yes, most likely." Eileen walked back to the phone and looking at the ringer volume she saw that her mother had set it on the loudest tone. Recalling the phone had rung so loud she could hear it in her house next door, Eileen sat down on the bed and adjusted the volume down. Now her mother's phone would work properly. Phone Adventures She hadn't seen him in years. They were awkward teenagers, unsure of whom they were, not to mention how they felt, back then. It had been a long time, but when they reconnected, it felt like no time at all. The biggest difference? The tone of the conversations had shifted. They used to talk about day to day life or share stories about their families and friends. But now, every conversation they had had a more sensual undertone. With half the distance as there was before, the reality of them ever seeing each other again was there, and that simple fact had more an affect than either of them cared to admit out loud. At first they communicated through text, much like their younger counterparts, they used the written word to keep their distance. It's easy to hide behind a computer screen. But then came the day that they turned to the phone, and from then on, there was no turning back. She saw the unfamiliar number from the east coast on her caller ID, and instinctively, she knew. It started with a couple "Hellos." Hers was a voice made for the phone. She had spent a brief period of time as a freelance phone entertainer, and caused many an orgasm, just from her breathy tones. Instantly, his British accent made her heart beat faster, her blood pumping through her body. The conversation started at a slow boil. Exchanging words about how amazing it was to hear each other's voices. Commenting on the excitement that was brewing. And then, the topic turned to sex. "I've always loved oral sex," she told him. "You'd really appreciate my skill. I love to take the shaft into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue, slowly making my way up and down, tasting, sucking harder and softer, kissing along the sides. Using my hand to gently massage where my mouth isn't touching. I love the taste of the pre-cum, knowing that it's all for me. Bobbing my head up and down on your cock, using just the right pressure and leverage to give it the ultimate balance of pleasure." "Mmmm...just thinking about it gets me a little wet." She whispers as her hand slowly moves down into her panties. On his end, she can hear his breathing increase, and knows his hand is on his cock, and he is picturing her mouth on him. "And I love to swallow...but the first time around, you don't get that treatment. I have more in mind for you. I want to take full advantage of your hardness..." Her hand finds her clit, and starts flicking slowly as she speaks, a little more excited with each word she says. "I'm going to please you, get you as hard as I can, and just when you think you can't take anymore, I'll slowly back away. I'll stand in front of you, and undo my blouse, and then my bra will follow, giving you a full view of my ample breasts. I know you won't be able to resist touching them, so I'll gently guide them towards your mouth, allowing you to take my nipples in between your teeth, and you will then have control over one of my most sensitive features." She can't keep from moaning, thinking about him sucking on her nipples, teasing her into a state of arousal. Her hand moves faster over her clit, and she can feel her pussy getting wetter by the minute. Over the phone, he is breathing slowly, mesmerized by her voice, jerking at his member, picturing every detail that she speaks, imagining... "As you suck on my tits, I'll move over your lap. What you don't know, is that I have no panties on under this skirt, so as I move closer and slowly lower down towards your still erect cock, it will touch the lips of my now wet pussy. I'll tease your dick, pushing my chest towards your mouth and using the tip of your cock to touch my clit, rubbing myself up and down on it, hitting just the right spot, making you want to just thrust, but not letting you have that just yet. The more you suck, the more I tease my clit, and within minutes, you will have me cumming...hard...My tits are so fucking sensitive, that I won't have any choice..." She takes a breath, her breathing a bit labored. "Mmmm..." He breaks the silence and asks her, "What are you doing right now?" "I'm touching my clit. Imagining how good it would feel to have your mouth on me, helping me to cum right now. Would you like that, too?" "Yes." His hand moves quicker and quicker over himself while she moans, working her clit until she finally gives in to an orgasm... "Mmm, that's nice, but I think we need to talk a little more about what would happen next. See, one orgasm just isn't enough for me. After I work myself into an orgasm from my clit, I'm going to lower further and take your whole shaft into my pussy. Burying it in and riding furiously. Up and down. In and out. Over and over again. Bouncing on your lap as fast as I possibly can." He hears a light buzzing, as she grabs a toy and starts to go to work on her pussy again. "I'm going to ride you, until I cum again...are you at your breaking point, or are we going for a marathon?" He is panting now, jerking faster, and the sounds of him, get her more and more wet and ready as she uses her dildo to fuck herself furiously. "More," he can barely speak. "Well, after I ride you through my orgasm, I want you to take control. I will slowly lay back, moving into a lower position, where now you control the pace and urgency. And I know you won't disappoint. I'll lightly claw at you, making you fuck me, harder and harder. I'll grab your ass, wrap my legs around you and thrust my hips towards you, allowing you to fill every inch of my pussy with your cock. Clenching my muscles to give you the tightest fit." Again, he hears her voice trail as she begins to moan. "Your cock would feel so good inside of me...so much better than this toy is right now. Mmmmm...picturing you makes me so horny...so wet...I just want you to fuck me hard. Harder and harder." As she speaks, she thrusts her dildo in and out of her soaking pussy, and he can hear the movement and the buzzing, making him pulls at his own dick harder and faster. "And as you fuck me harder, I'll pull your mouth down to my tits again. And as my body responds to you, I can feel you getting closer and closer to climax." And as if she was foretelling it, his hand moves frantically, and he feels his orgasm erupt through his body. And as he moans out in pleasure, she takes the last thrusts of her dildo and gives into another intense orgasm of her own. Then there is silence, just the sound of their breath, as they lay on either side of the phone, deeply satisfied. "So, how many hours is it from the east coast to the Midwest?" Phone Bitch Gina walked into the women's restroom to the very familiar sound of yelling. "I don't care what day it is, I need to those reports finished! You better find a way to drag his ass into the office and get them done!" The woman in the bathroom was standing in front of the bathroom sink with a cell phone held to her ear. "That's right, you better thank me!" With that she angrily thumbed her phone off and returned it to a well-worn leather clip at her waist. She turned to Gina. "Good morning," she said as pleasantly as a happy 5-year-old. "Morning, Helen," Gina replied, but stifled further conversation by moving straight for a bathroom stall to evacuate the triple mocha latte she had needed an hour earlier to wake her up on this miserable Saturday morning. In the stall, Gina heard Helen busy herself at the sink for a few moments and then pause. Even though the rustle of Helen's blouse could not really be heard above the ambient noise of the bathroom, Gina thought she could see and hear Helen reach for her phone. Sure enough, a second later Gina heard the fastest thumb on the east coast dial up a number so quickly that it almost sounded like one long tone. "And another thing," she started as if she had never ended the previous conversation, "never call me sweetheart!" Gina covered her laughter by flushing the toilet and leaving the stall. As she approached one of the adjoining sinks to Helen, she examined the woman for the first time that morning. She had only glanced at her upon entering the room, not wanting to encourage any conversation and already knowing who it was by the shrill tone of her voice, but now she took stock of how Helen Dafair dressed on a rare Saturday morning in the office. As Gina had guessed, the tall woman was wearing a blouse, white and buttoned high to the color. She wore a narrow brown skirt that touched her knee with brown heels. Gina guessed that Helen's idea of casual was to leave the blazer that usually accompanied her suits at home. Gina wore a sweater and jeans. Before meeting Helen a year ago, Gina had paged through the Victoria's Secret catalogues that came to her house like everyone else she knew did: with incredulity. The lingerie obviously sold well, but Gina was always amazed at the business clothes the magazine tried to sell. Maybe it was the fact that the models in that magazine would look sexy no matter what you dressed them in; or maybe it was the fact that the photographers forgot to tell the girls that they should have different looks on their faces when they wore business suits as opposed to when they were in their birthday suits; but whatever the reason, Gina – though she had the body for it – could never imagine any women in their right mind wearing those clothes to work. To her, they screamed: "Treat me like a sex object! Ignore my brain or business skills and promote me because I'm hot!" And right now, standing next to her at the sink was living proof. Helen flaunted her sexuality like it was a prize to be won by the manager who promoted her the fastest. Movies were filled with women who slept their way to the top of companies only to fire the ones who had put them there and then reveal the true bitch within. Helen was trying to mimic that style, obviously never having seen how the women in those movies usually turn out. However, Helen had forgotten two important features of that strategy. The most important part of sleeping to the top was the actual sleeping. Helen had so far not been able lure any men into her web. The woman had many nicknames, but Gina had always preferred Black Widow. Though she had white creamy skin and the fakest platinum blonde hair you could find, the idea of her luring men back to her place, sleeping with them, and then devouring them afterwards seemed a very real possibility to Gina. Many of the men believed that her lack of success in the sexual game was probably due to that fact that there wasn't room for two in the coffin she usually slept in. However, the real reason was her second failure in the movie strategy: don't reveal the fact that you are a bitch until the end. The favorite nickname for Ms. Dafair that the two men in their team used was Hell-on-DaPhone. Helen was always pleasant around the office, smiling to everyone, bringing in donuts, laughing at all of the guys' jokes, and trying to emulate the flirty, bubbly attitude of Gina and the other young women in the office. She might have gotten away with it if it weren't for the phone. In person, Helen was as sweet as an angel. But on the phone, she had the instincts of a great white. She chewed people up and spat them out. Brian and Kevin, the two other members of their team, had told Gina that in the hallway during the week Helen would ask them how things were going and if they were going to get the reports done on time in the kindest way possible, and when they said they needed an extension, she would smile and see what she could do. By the time they would get back to their desks, there would be a scathing voicemail waiting for them telling them to get the report done immediately. She was Jekyll and Hyde and the phone was her trigger. "This will be a good meeting this morning," Helen started as she began to apply her mascara in the mirror. "I know you all hate coming in on Saturday, but I have to give the status update to the staff next Friday, and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly." Gina just stared at her. It was true that Helen was the group leader. Her charm and looks did get her ahead for a while, but as soon as upper management saw her on the phone, her upward movement stopped for a while until she was transferred to another department. "What are you doing?" Gina asked. Helen paused with her mascara poised in her right hand. "What do you mean?" "You call us into work on a Saturday, we are the only ones in the building, and you show up dressed like you are giving the presentation to the staff today! What is up with you?" "Brian and Kevin are here too," Helen responded, a bit taken aback. "Maybe if it were just the two of us I could . . ." she briefly motioned up and down at Gina's sweeter and jeans – but Gina could see in the other woman's eyes that Helen did not own clothes like hers. Gina didn't let her finish. "You think the guys will respond better to your orders if you look like a fashion model? Whether you wear a sweatsuit, a jumpsuit, or a bathing suit, the guys are going to get their work done the same." "Brian's report!" Helen suddenly remembered. "He's supposed to have that ready by Monday. Do you think he will?" Gina shrugged. "I'm sure he's waiting in the conference room right now. Why don't you ask him?" Helen nodded. "I better leave him a voice mail, just the same." "No!" Gina shouted immediately, but already the quick draw in front of her had the phone out and thumb poised. "Don't call him! Go talk to him!" Helen laughed. "Of course I will, Gina. Don't get all upset. But this way he will have a friendly reminder when he gets in on Monday." Now Gina laughed, though she didn't find it funny. "A 'Friendly' reminder? You never use you phone to be friendly. You laugh and smile with everyone in the office, and then spit venom at them through your fucking phone. We all hate it!" "Well, what do you want me to do with it?" "Shove it up your cunt!" Gina screamed and then stormed out of the bathroom. She caught her breath for a moment in the hall, her body tingling with the excitement of what she had just done. She didn't know if anyone had ever done that before. People had tried, but after they received one of her vicious voicemails and stormed across the office to give her a piece of their mind, they were met by a blonde angel with a smiling face above a rack of cleavage that always made them stumble on their tirade. She would take the opportunity to ask if they got her message and if she would have what she needed by when she needed it. All they could do was stammer "Yes," and she would walk away, victorious again. On there rare occasions Helen was yelled at (usually by a superior) she took it in stride and never let it faze her. In fact, if Gina had to guess now, Helen would walk into the conference room all smiles and just get down to work. Brian and Kevin were there when Gina walked into the conference room, and there was a gift of donuts and coffee that Helen had undoubtedly deposited there earlier. In fact, she had probably been here for an hour already, checking email and leaving scathing voicemail for people to hear when they got in on Monday. Brian and Kevin nodded at Gina, and she smiled back. She often went out with them after work for drinks, as they were all single. Nothing had ever happened, probably because she couldn't decide with which one of them she wanted it to happen. They were both good looking and athletic with sharp minds, but maybe it was best that they stay a group of three so they could better present a unified front against their common foe. Speaking of the devil, Helen walked in a few moments later, looking as calm and confident as ever. Gina didn't even get a look from the tall blonde, and the group leader went right to work. She stood at the head of the long oval conference table that could seat 12, with her hands on the back of the head seat and smiled at her group. Brian and Kevin sat closest to her with one buffer seat each and Gina sat behind Brian. "Thank you for coming in this morning. I know 8am on a Saturday is rough, but I think if we focus on what we need to do here we can be done by noon." Brian rolled his eyes, trying not to think of being in this room for 4 hours. Helen noticed the look, and commented indirectly. "In fact, I don't want any of us to leave this room until we are done. No breaks, and maybe we can be done sooner. Okay?" They all nodded. "Good. Now, before we get started, I want to go over a few numbers marketing gave me yesterday." As she turned and walked a few steps to an easel that held some color graphs, Gina felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out before Helen could hear and flipped it open. Where's the phone? It was a text from Kevin across the table. She looked at him, but he was looking straight ahead at Helen, nodding at what ever she was saying. What did he mean by that, she thought, but then she looked at Helen and saw that the holster that lived on her hip was empty. Everyone assumed Helen showered and slept with her phone. She had one of the new indestructible waterproof models, so anything was possible. I told her to shove it, she thumbed into her phone and hit send. Where? came the response a few second later. Helen was looking at the group fully now, as she was in between charts, and Gina couldn't risk looking down to thumb her response. Instead she stared into Helen's brown eyes, trying to see into this horrid woman. Would she have actually put her phone where Gina had told her? Or did she just leave it in her purse with the rest of her makeup. Gina couldn't tell, so when Helen did turn back to the graphs, she responded on her phone: Call her. Kevin still did not give in to look back at Gina, but she saw him shrug his shoulders and then pause. Gina muffled a laugh as she realized Kevin probably didn't know her number. Everyone hated listening to Helen's voicemails and talking to her on the phone, so no one in the company would voluntarily call her. But soon enough Kevin was able to scroll though his received calls to find one from Helen and hit reply. About ten feet in front of the conference table, Helen was just turning back from her chart when she suddenly froze and her words got stuck in her throat. A look of dread crossed the blonde's face, and Gina's hand went up to her mouth quickly to hide her laugh. Helen had put the phone where Gina had told her and the stupid bitch had forgotten to turn it off first. It was company policy that you were never allowed to turn your phone off, and that while in the office it was always to be on vibrate. Well, Helen's phone was on vibrate now, and it would not be easily turned off. Helen composed herself quickly after the first pulsing was over, knowing that it would go off at least twice more before the call was sent to her voicemail. Her voice was as steady as she could make as she turned back to the graphs, but her knees were shaking. Brian didn't know what the problem was, but Gina and Kevin looked on as Helen struggled through the next two pulses which each only lasted a few seconds, but to Helen seemed to last an hour. When the third one was finally over, Helen paused and caught her breath. Gina would have killed to know what was going through the woman's mind. She rarely got any calls, even during the week, so the odds that she would get one on Saturday morning, were miniscule at best. And now that that call was over, the chances that she would get another one were almost non-existent. Helen seemed to come to the same conclusion and, with a deep breath, continued. Kevin did turn to look at Gina now, who still had her hand over her mouth giggling. He held up his phone so Gina could see and pressed "Call" again. Helen nearly doubled over this time, her knees locked together and her breath came in gasps. It looked like she was trying to smother it, but Gina knew that would only make the vibrations more intense. And if she had left the stubby antenna of her phone sticking out for easy removal later it would now be angled up toward her clit, massaging the sensitive area nicely. "I have to go," Helen mumbled between bursts from her phone. "What?" Brian cried, not yet clued in on the game. "You said we aren't taking any breaks. We've only been here for five minutes. Keep going." Helen endured the final pulsing of this second call as Brian scolded her. She was in no position to argue. With this latest improbable barrage over now, Helen tried to compose herself again, nodded, and turned back to the graphs. Gina was snickering loudly now, but Helen had so much else on her mind that she wouldn't have noticed if a truck drove through the conference right now. Kevin held up his phone one more time, but Gina shook her head as tears rolled from her eyes in laughter. Kevin smiled back and finally folded his phone and put it in his pocket. Brian turned to look at them in annoyance. It was bad enough that Helen was playing games, but these two also? He wanted to go home at some point today. Gina was laughing too hard to give any type of explanation, so she just handed him her phone. Brian scrolled through the text messages and then looked at Helen incredulously. All three of them saw it now. There was a glistening trail of liquid slowly making its way down Helen's thigh. She tried to rub her legs together to quell the tickling sensation, but that only squeezed more juices out of the throbbing passion fruit between her legs. Gina watched as Brian, who being the newest at the company, had probably taken the most grief from Helen over the past few months, exited out of her message screen and quickly scrolled through her directory. "No," Gina whispered harshly, and tried to grab the phone away from him. Brian's arms were too long and he extended his arm, almost pointing at Helen, when he hit the call button. Like a remote, Helen responded instantly, crying out in shock as her pussy came to life once more. She curled up again as she turned to look at them. She saw Brian holding the cell phone toward her like a magician casting a spell on his target. On cue the second vibration wave came, and all three of the onlookers watched as Helen orgasmed right there in the conference room. Her convulsions only intensified as the third wave of synthetic stimulation washed over her. Helen was on her knees now, and a small puddle was forming on the hard carpet between her legs. "Please stop?" she begged, looking up at Brian. "Let me take it out." Gina started to say something as well, but Brian stopped her. "No! She has used that phone to make us all suffer. Now it is our turn." He it the button again and Helen rolled on the floor, a mixture of agony and ecstasy flooding through her. "Please stop," she begged again in between gasps after this latest session was over. "You want more?" Brian asked, feigning that he has misunderstood her. He hit the button again. This time she screamed as a second orgasm plowed its way from her torso up through her spin and out her open mouth. "I'll do anything!" she screamed. "I'll do anything you want!" "What will you do?" Brian asked her. "Anything you want," she replied, sitting on the floor in a puddle of her own juices. Her breasts were heaving under her white blouse and her brown skirt was turn sideway and soaking wet from her two intense orgasms. "Not good enough," Brian said and his thumb reached for the button again. "I'll suck your cock!" she cried. Brian's thumb paused over the button. "Say it like you want to." Helen was still on her knees, but she straightened and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "I will suck your throbbing cock," she said as she pulled off her blouse and tossed it in the corner of the room. "Take off your bra too and come over her," Brian ordered. Helen hesitated and Brian hit the button again. After a third orgasm. Helen obediently reached back and undid the bra. Her breasts were full and erect, heaving from exhaustion. She no longer had a will of her own. With Brian's finger over the button she would do anything he wanted. She crawled toward him now, her legs too week to support her, her breasts swaying between her arms. Brian opened his jeans in one easy motion with his free hand and his erect cock sprang free. Even in Helen's entranced condition, her eyes were able to show hunger. "Not so fast, bitch," he said as her open mouth got closer. He reached back to the box of donuts on the table and removed a cream filled longjohn. Finding the hole in which they injected the cream, he smoothly slid the pastry over this relatively straight erection. The donut split in several places and white cream ozzed out over the length of it, but it stayed mostly in tact. "We've all eaten one too many of your poisoned donuts. Now it is time for you to eat one . . . off my dick!" Helen didn't hesitate and her mouth moved for the treat. As soon as Brian saw her lips roll back to bare her teeth, he held the phone in front of her as a warning. If I feel a tooth against my cock, I will rip your pussy apart with this phone." Helen nodded mutely, and lowered her upper lip and extended her tongue. She spent a short while licking off the cream that had squeezed out of the pastry, caressing the donut sensually with her tongue. Brian ached in anticipation and was soon rewarded as Helen mashed into the donut with her lips curled over her teeth to reveal his throbbing cock that was already starting to ooze its own cream. Kevin looked on in amazement, hardly believing what was happening. He was rock hard now, and could only imagine what it might feel like for Brian to have the donut slowly peeled off his dick with Helen's long, slow tongue cleaning it up and down. He glanced over at Gina to see her reaction, and didn't see her at first. The other woman in the room had pushed her chair away from the table so she was no longer behind Brian and had rolled to a good side vantage point of the action. Gina didn't see Kevin looking her way because her eyes were fixed on Helen's mouth. The phone tyrant's tongue was slurping up the cream that seemed to be everywhere, and while it was probably as much salty precum as pastry filling at this point, in Gina's mind it was all sweet nectar. Absent mindedly her left hand had found the button atop her tight jeans, and her right hand fingers slid inside her underwear. She had been planning to go to a club later that evening, and put on a thong first thing in the morning, not knowing how late the meeting would go and if she would have time to change. She thought she looked better in her jeans with out panty lines. Now the stringy thong gave her plenty of flexibility to send her fingers in search of her moist pussy. Phone Bitch Kevin watched Gina begin to play with herself, something he had imagined many times while sitting in his cubicle. Not wanting to feel left out, he took a seat, pulled out his own tool and began to stroke it slowly. In front of the conference table Brian was having trouble holding on. He was moaning loudly as Helen's mouth went up and down his hard cock, all remnants of the donut long gone, but there was cream everywhere, and the office bitch slurped it up like it was the last food on earth. She felt the tensing of Brian's body as the orgasm rose within him and she began to instinctively pull away, but Brian grabbed the back of her head. "No!" he shouted and pressed the send button of the phone he still held. Helen's pussy came alive with vibration and she cried out. Brian filled her open mouth with cum, causing her to gag on some of it, but in the pauses between her phone's pulsating attacks, she managed to choke it down. Brian collapsed backwards into his chair, totally spent while Helen curled up in front of him, cum dripping from her chin. Her eyes looked like a wounded animal, but her body was glowing with heat, her breasts heaving from her exertion, her white legs glistening in her own juices. "May I take it out now?" she asked, completely submissive. Brian was too out of breath to respond immediately and Kevin helped him out. "No," he said calmly but in control. Helen turned her worried eyes to him to see that he was standing with his hard cock hanging out of his unzipped pants, precum already dripping from it. He could see that she was not up to sucking another cock right now, but he had other plans. "I'll take it out." Helen looked relieved and obediently responded to Kevin's command to stand. Her legs were wobbly, but there was a sense of relief. "Undue your skirt," Kevin ordered. The skirt was so wet and disheveled, it was hard to determine were the zipper was, but Helen found it and obediently dropped it to the floor and stepped out. She wore standard white cotton panties that were drenched through, and her unshaved bush could be clearly seen through them. Also, the stubby black antennae of her cell phone peaked out around the crotch of the white material. Helen trembled slightly, her erect nipples shaking at the ends of her ample breasts. She had been promised the removal of the cell phone, but as Kevin walked toward her, his cock dripping in anticipation, she didn't know what she would still have to do to earn her reward. Kevin dropped to his knees and put his hand against the front of her panties, feeling their dampness and breathing in the rich aroma. He brought both hands up slowly and pulled down the underwear. Over his right shoulder he heard Gina moan and stole a quick glance to see that she was still hard at work on herself, her jeans were in a pile next to her and it looked like she had her whole hand inside her, rocking back and forth with pleasure on her chair. Kevin smiled as he turned back to the pussy in front of him. It too was filled and he gently grabbed onto the antenna, pulling it down slowly and then sliding it up deeper. Helen moaned as her knees flexed. Kevin smiled and did it again and again. Helen almost topped forward, her hands catching Kevin on the shoulders finding support as her breasts hung down in front of his face. "Please," she whimpered, and then to Kevin's surprise added, "don't stop." Kevin quickened his pace and was rewarded as Helen came again, her never-ending reservoir flooding down his hand and arm. As her body slowly relaxed after the orgasm, Kevin took the opportunity to slide the phone out, tilt it slightly, and shove it up her ass. Helen was bent over with a fairly wide stance, and the phone slid up easily. She clenched soon afterwards, but the slick phone was already in place, and as she tightened, Kevin dialed her on his own phone. Helen actually screamed this time, as her knees gave way and fell into Kevin's lap. He grabbed her gyrating hips and guided her pussy directly over his cock. Helen straightened as she felt the length of him enter her, much longer than the phone had been. Kevin also felt the second and third pulses from the phone in her ass, and she bounced up and down on him. When the phone was finished, she fell forward into him, and with his hands still on her hips, he fell to his back. "Up!" he cried, palming her breasts and pushing her into a sitting position on his cock. "But I am too weak," she whimpered. "Up, or I'll set off the phone again." "Yes," Helen said, seeming to get some energy back at this comment, "use the phone!" Kevin obeyed, and dialing up the phone was like dropping a quarter into an electronic bull. Helen rocked back and forth on his cock, riding him with extra energy each time the buzz repeated itself. Brian watched from his chair, his limp dick still searching for the energy to rise up again. Watching Helen's breasts bounce up and down in front of him was certainly a good start. He detected motion to his right and saw Gina for the first time. Her thong had now joined her jeans on the floor and she walked over in only a sweater and socks to the pair on the floor. Kevin was startled when Gina suddenly stood over him, but was not sorry for the view as Helen obeyed Gina and started to lick her pussy. Helen's saliva and Gina's more potent juices began to drip on his face, and he used the phone a few more times to increase the ride. Brian got out of his chair to move behind Gina. He reached down to palm her perfect round ass in his hands, and he felt her stiffen at his touch. She didn't resist, though as his hands moved up her side and under her sweater. In fact, she raised her arms to let him take the clothing off. The tag on the back of her bra declared her to have 32A breasts, but as he reached around to cup them, he thought they must be the most perfect A-cups in the world. The bra came off quickly and Brian played with her erect nipples, sending sparks through Gina's body and bringing his member back to attention. Down below, Kevin was nearing the end of his rope. He had the perfect view of the two beautiful women, and he felt the vibrations of the phone almost as intensely as Helen did. When he felt himself pass the point of no return, he pushed the blonde woman off him, and she collapsed to the floor. Kevin was able to get to his knees and next to the abused woman and unloaded all over her body, hitting her stomach, breasts and face. Helen accepted her role as a target and then rolled to her back and fainted. Gina missed the other woman's tongue on her pussy immediately, and she reached down with her hand to continue rubbing herself. Brian saw an opportunity to take control and lifted the small woman off the floor and carried her over to the high conference table. Gina's right hand never left the spot between her legs, but she parted her fingers enough to let Brian inside as he fucked her on the conference table. Gina was close already, and Brian felt huge in her tight pussy. After only a couple dozen thrusts, Gina's mouth opened in a silent scream as the orgasm coursed up her body. She collapsed backwards on the table as Brian let up slightly in his pounding between her thighs. She began purring at the continued thrusting, and Kevrin got up off the floor to investigate. He stood on the side of the table, looking down at Gina's stretched out naked body, still quivering from the orgasm she had just had. She saw him and reached out with her left hand to grab his softened cock. She tugged and Kevin allowed her to guide his dick toward her mouth and was soon in heaven as he felt the warmth of her tongue massaging his still sensitive member. She sucked and tugged hard, matching the ferocity of Kevrin's renewed fucking between her legs. Surprising himself, Brian began to get hard again, and though he had orgasmed just minutes before, felt another one building fast. Watching the beautiful brunette sucking him off while laying stretched out on the company's conference table while getting rammed from the other end was too much for him. He glanced over at Kevin and saw a strained look on his face as well. Gina pulled Brian's dick out of her mouth just long enough to say, "I want it all over me too." At the head of the table, Kevin pulled out, jerked himself twice, and sprayed an impressive second cum shot over her stomach, caressing the bottoms of her small breasts. That visual pushed Brian over the edge and he pulled out to shoot her in the face and cover the tops of her breasts. Brian and Kevrin both shuddered as they watched her use a different finger for each of their loads and then lick her fingers clean. Kevrin worked out the rest of his cum in her navel, while Gina tugged on Brian's dick to suck him clean. After a few passionate sucks, Brian had to pull back because his head was just too sensitive, and he collapsed in a chair. Kevrin moved to sit in the chair next to him and winked at his friend. No one moved for a few moments until they noticed Helen moaning on the floor next to the flip chart. Kevin and Brian got up. Neither of them had gotten fully undressed, and had only opened their jeans enough to get their dicks out. They zipped up and walked toward Helen. "Good meeting," Kevin said. "I'm glad you decided to call it. We'll see you on Monday." With that, both men walked out of the room. The End. Phone Blackmail My mobile phone rang just as I was closing the car door. I fumbled in my bag on the passenger seat to find it, rummaging through all the crap I'd managed to accumulate over the years. I pressed 'Receive' and placed it against my ear. Through the layers of static I could just about make out a male voice, '..get back out of the car, and wait for my next instructions.' 'Who the hell is this?' I shouted back. 'Don't get emotional Emma, just do as I say. You know who this is.' 'Who? Where are you?' 'Don't worry about me. Just do as I say.' The signal had become stronger and I could recognise the voice. 'John, stop scaring me - where are you?' It was a colleague from work. 'I didn't think it would take you long to guess who it was. Now listen carefully - I've got evidence that you've been stealing from the firm. If you don't do as I say, I'll hand it all over to Simon.' I couldn't believe anyone had managed to find out - I'd only been taking a bit every month to help pay for my mum's care home fees. They were mounting up and I didn't have the income to pay for them myself, what with my own apartment and expenses. My mind raced as it digested the information. If John told Simon, my boss, I'd be fired, and maybe even prosecuted. I couldn't survive with no job and a black mark on my reference like that. Jobs weren't easy to come by. I came to the quick decision that I'd go along with John's instructions. As I got out of the car I asked, 'What do you want me to do now?' 'Take off your panties and leave them in the car.' I shouted back, 'Get lost - no way!' Calmly he replied, 'Do as I say, or the evidence gets handed over.' I knew John had always had a bit of a crush on me, but I didn't realise he was such a pervert. Should I go along with him, or risk the exposure of my theft? I looked around the empty car park, trying to see where he was. Maybe if I could confront him face to face he'd be more reasonable. The dim light didn't help, and I couldn't see anyone around. He became more insistent, his voice cracking a little with stress, 'Take off your panties within ten seconds, or I'm going to hand the evidence over to Simon. This is your last chance.' Reluctantly I decided to play along, resting the phone on the roof of my car as I tugged at the elastic of my panties and pulled them down. Why did I have to be wearing a mini skirt today? What was he going to get me to do next? As I picked up the phone again he instructed me to lock the car and walk over to the elevator. I kept looking round, still trying to spot him. 'Now take the elevator back up to the shops. Wait by the flower stand until I give you my next instructions.' At least I'd be safer in the mall than in the quiet of the car park. Surely I'd be able to spot him out in the open. I seemed to have to wait hours waiting by the flowers. Self-consciously I kept tugging the hem of my black mini skirt down. Finally he spoke again, 'Good, now I want you to bend down from the waist and sniff the sunflowers in front of you. Don't try holding on to your skirt - I want to see what happens.' I span round, knowing he must be behind me, perhaps sitting in the coffee shop. I strode towards the plate glass window. He barked, 'Stop! If you move one step closer I'll hand it all to Simon.' I halted mid-step, weighing up my options. I asked, 'How do I know you won't hand it all over anyway? When will I get the evidence back?' 'You don't Emma, you'll have to trust me I'm afraid. All I ask is half an hour of your time to follow my instructions to the letter, after that I'll tell you where to find the evidence. Do you agree?' Almost crying I nodded and went back to the flower stand. I checked that no one was directly behind me and bent over. My short skirt rode up, exposing most of my bottom. Just as I was about to stand back up, John demanded, 'Hold the pose until I tell you to stop. Move your right hand between your legs and touch your pussy.' I was about to protest again, but knew it would do no good. I quickly reached between my legs and stroked my pussy. I was surprised by how wet it was. I was scared stiff, but obviously aroused by the situation. 'Good Emma, you're doing brilliantly. Now, stand up and go into the clothes shop next to McDonalds. There's a pink vest top just inside the door. I want you to take off the top you're wearing now and your bra, and try it on. The only thing is you're not allowed to use the changing room!' 'You've got to be joking!' 'Unfortunately not my dear. Remember what's at stake?' I nodded my head and walked over to the shop as instructed. John had obviously done a bit of prior research - the pink top was just inside the door as he'd said it would be. I picked one that was my size and went to go to the back of the shop. 'Stop - put it on right where you're standing.' I pleaded, 'I can’t - I'm almost standing in the entrance.' 'I don't care – just do as I say.' I glanced around to check who could see me. There were loads of people around with it being sales time, seemingly hundreds of shoppers intent on their hunt for bargains. I placed my phone on the floor and, with my back to the shop entrance, began unbuttoning my blouse. My fingers fumbled with the buttons, shaking with nerves. I could just make out John's faint voice coming from the phone, 'Turn around so I can see you.' I turned round as the last of my buttons was unfastened. I wriggled out of the blouse and pulled on the pink top. 'You're not listening Emma - take off your bra as well.' I did as I was told, pulling the bra through the arm-holes of the top, and felt my breasts fall free from the confines of my bra. They filled the low-cut top, leaving little to the imagination. A couple of shoppers turned to watch me, some of the women tutting at my brazen behaviour. 'Excellent! Now buy the top, and go and wait back outside for my next command.' After paying I dreaded what he'd ask next. I'd managed to escape without being seen so far, but what would he ask me to do now? 'You're being such a good girl Emma - only twenty minutes left and you're free to go! Now I want you to sit down just for a second opposite those two men on your left. Make sure you lift your skirt a little and spread your legs wide open. I want to see their reactions.' I looked and spotted the two men sitting on a bench nearby, probably waiting for their girlfriends. I sat down opposite, about six feet away. I spread my legs wide open as instructed. I pretended to read a leaflet I'd found on the bench. After about thirty seconds of waiting, one of the men looked over and began to stare. I desperately wanted to close my thighs, but knew John wouldn't let me. The man whispered to his friend, nodding in my direction. They both looked over, their gazes firmly on my partially exposed, wet pussy. John’s voice became more heated, 'I think they like the view Emma. Now why don't you give them more of a show? Lick one of your fingers and slowly push it inside yourself. Maybe use the leaflet to give yourself some cover.' I couldn't believe that I almost wanted to do it without being asked. I was beginning to get turned on by John's commands. The humiliation was obviously reaching out to a latent sexual fantasy of mine. I licked a finger and slowly pushed it between my moist, throbbing pussy lips. I glanced at my audience of two - they were both sitting with mouths gaping open! I covered my lap with the leaflet as John had suggested and began slowly fingering myself. John congratulated me, 'I like the improvisation - good work! Get up now and walk to the public toilets just behind you. There's a long corridor before you get to the ladies' toilet. I want you to strip naked at the entrance to the corridor and leave your clothes behind. Walk down the corridor, and when you get to the ladies I'll bring you your clothes and the evidence. This will be your last challenge.' Begging, I asked, 'Do you promise John?' 'Definitely - now do as I say. The quicker you do, the sooner you'll get this over with.' Standing up, I located the corridor, and left behind my audience of two on the bench. I opened the double doors and walked into the corridor. It was about forty feet long and narrow. At the end it branched off in two directions. The ladies' toilet was on the left hand side. No one was around so I pulled down my skirt and pulled off my top. My shaven pussy and firm breasts were now fully exposed. I dropped my clothes and began jogging to the end of the corridor. My heart was pounding; I prayed that no one would see me. Within six feet of my target I could hear the double doors open behind me. I made a final lunge for cover, but the door to the ladies' was locked! The 'Out of Order' sign was proof of its closure. I panicked, diving for the cover of the men's toilets instead, almost falling over as I lunged through the door. The stark white lights of the men's toilet contrasted sharply with the dim corridor outside, and it took me a second for my eyes to adjust. Then I could see my protagonist. John was standing casually in front of me with his phone against his ear. He smiled and put the phone back in his pocket. I made a vain effort to cover my nakedness. Behind me the door clicked, and I turned round quickly - it was Simon, my boss, locking the door. The two of them were in this together - what could I do? I'd humiliated myself for no reason - my boss already knew that I'd stolen from the firm. Simon spoke to break the silence, 'Emma, you've been a very naughty girl and we should have really gone to the police. However, you've shown that you're a good sport, and I'll have to admit we've enjoyed your little show this afternoon. We've got a proposition for you - I'll return all the evidence back to you in one month's time, and let you keep your job if you agree to go along with John's and my requests, both at work and in your own time. If you disagree then we'll immediately turn the evidence over to the police. I'm sure you don't want a criminal record, do you?' I pleaded, 'But John promised I could have it back today!' Smirking, Simon said, 'I'm afraid you're not really in a position to bargain Emma. Do you agree with our plan?' I couldn't really do anything else but agree, and nodded my head. John spoke up, 'Good! Now I'll just go and fetch your clothes while Simon has just one little last request.' I turned back to face Simon, 'Emma I'd be very grateful if you would just lie on the floor, legs spread open and finger yourself while we watch. Is that OK?' Almost crying with shame, I sat on the cold tiles as instructed, opened my legs and began to play with my pussy. My thoughts were spinning, their blackmail was humiliating me – Simon watched, almost detached, as my long fingers stroked in and out of my wet pussy. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the situation I was in. I couldn’t think of a way to escape my self-induced problem. My tears began to flow as my fingers slurped rhythmically out of my moist, throbbing vagina. John returned and the two of them stood towering over me, watching my shameful behaviour. To be continued...