Sexpandables
Alright, so... hi there, I'm Jocelyn. I'm from Colorado and in my mid-40s, divorced and my kids are both in college, so I'm pretty much by myself. On the other hand, I run a quite successful real estate business which keeps me busy enough. What little free time I have I like to spend with my friends from church. So, in other words, I might have a rather normal American life.
As far as sex goes... well, there isn't really that much to talk about. I don't go out much and don't necessarily need a man in my life. I guess when I have to sum it up, then I'd say that sex isn't all that important to me. At least, that's what I had said if you'd have asked me a couple of weeks ago.
In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. It's my most important business tool, and so I don't spend much thought about when or where to answer it - it's a natural reflex. So when one day, I was out early to prepare a house for a potentially interested couple, I got a call from an undisclosed number, I wasn't very surprised by it; it happens all the time.
"Hi," said a female voice on the other end of the line. "So, where were we?"
"Hi," I replied, pausing for a moment to think who it might be that called. Did I forget an appointment? Was there a conversation that got interrupted?
Before I could say anything else, the voice continued: "Ah right. You were going to tell me how wet you are."
I was speechless. My first impulse should've been to hang up, but at that moment I was so confused and taken aback, that I couldn't get a clear thought formed in my head. Was this woman flirting with me? Having phone sex with me? Or did I misunderstand something?
"Put a finger in your pussy and hold your phone against it so I can hear how wet it sounds," said the caller determined. That was more than clear, and everything within me told me to just hang up. But... god, now that she mentioned my pussy, I had to admit, I was getting wet. The thought of this stranger telling me what to do, wanting me, finding me desirable without even knowing me, turned me on more than I cared to admit.
Quietly, I went to a remote room of the empty house I was in and pulled up my skirt enough to let me reach inside my panties. My fingers touched my pussy only slightly, but that was enough to confirm that I was indeed getting wet. I gasped almost inaudibly into the phone.
"Didn't you hear?" the voice said again. "I want to hear your wet little twat suck in your fingers."
I didn't dare to answer. Somehow, I thought that as long as I don't say anything the whole thing wasn't real, as if I didn't admit it then. Like there was no way for anyone to tell whether I actually did these things she told me to or not.
Trembling, I pushed down my panties - nice, soft green panties that I had a matching bra for, and which always made me feel really good - pushed them down until I could feel the cool air against my labia. Holding the phone close to my crotch, I crooked index and middle finger of my other hand and pushed them up inside my pussy.
Quietly they slid in. I heard no noise coming from between my legs and almost felt disappointed, when suddenly the silence was interrupted by the faint voice coming from the phone, almost inaudibly. "Come on," she said, "you know how to make that pussy squirm."
Defiantly, I moved my fingers faster and faster, probing myself deeper and getting more and more horny at that, until the fingers were covered in slick juice all over, spreading it out across my labia. Now, there were faint sucking noises coming from my crotch every time I pushed in or out. The woman moaned satisfied.
"Mmh, very good," she said. "Now lick them clean. I want to hear your greedy mouth suck your cunt juice off your fingers."
I gasped. Part of me wanted to just go on playing with my pussy, another part of my wanted to throw the phone away and hide in shame, but the biggest part, the one that finally won, just wanted to obey this mysterious stranger and follow her instructions.
So I brought the phone back up to my ear and began to lick my wet fingers. I don't usually do that, and so the taste of my - or anyone's - vaginal secretion was unfamiliar to me. However, it was not unpleasant, and so soon I had my fingers both in my mouth, sucking at them like a child would suck a popsicle. I smacked my lips a few times, making sure the caller could hear me well.
"Hmm, you like your own pussy in your mouth?" she said while I ran my tongue in between the fingers, licking them clean. I didn't answer her and instead sucked a little harder, acting like my mouth was too full to reply.
"Mh, very good then," she continued, "make sure those fingers are all wet from spit, so you can get them into your ass."
I stopped. No, I thought. I'll never do this. I've never done this, and I certainly won't start with it now. This is where I draw the line.
"Come on," the voice said harshly, interrupting my thoughts as if she had read them. "You know you want to, your little asshole is already itching for it, and just thinking about it makes your pussy juices run down your legs."
Fuck, I thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, yes! I did want to do that! Why did I suddenly want to do that? Where are these feelings coming from? What was going on with me?
Almost mechanically, I reached behind me and bent over slightly, leaning against a windowsill while I ran my fingers across my butt, my nice round butt that I was so proud of. The tip of my middle finger was already poised at my anus, as if it had never done anything else, and I finally held my breath and pushed against it.
The sensation made me gasp for air. It was dirty, it was painful, it was... wrong... but at the same time, it felt soooo hot. I never knew how warm it was inside my ass, how good it felt to get it penetrated, how... how much of a slut it made me feel. How much it made my pussy water.
I must've started moaning without realizing it, being focussed on the sensation from my finger in my asshole, when the voice talked to me again: "Yes, that's it," she said. "Take it deep up your little whore ass, and start fucking it. This is how you need to be fucked, only in your asshole, like a dirty whore."
I pushed my finger in and out, spurred on by her words. Whoever she was, the lady could talk dirtier than anyone I had ever met. "Nice and deep, with both fingers," she directed me. "That's how you like it, don't you?"
I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, but pushed my other finger into my ass, just like she requested. The sensation was more than I could stand. "Uuuhhhhhhhh," I groaned, feeling stretched hard and painful, my asshole burning from the intrusion.
"What was that?" she said, slight mockery in her voice. "I didn't hear you, ass slut. Did you say you like it?"
I shuddered, moving my fingers slowly in and out, trying to reach deeper with some unknown urge. "Oh my god," I whispered, immediately regretting it.
"I can't hear you, whore," the voice replied, louder and more demanding than before. "Speak up!"
"Y-yes," I whispered into the phone. "Yes..." The fingers in my ass stopped moving as I felt I had crossed a line into a scary and unknown territory.
"Yes what?" she asked, not letting me off the hook that easily.
"Yes, I like it," I replied, my voice hoarse like I had not spoken in years.
"You like what?" she prodded, almost taking a sadistic delight in my emotional upheaval.
"I... I like it in... in my ass," I replied again, getting more and more quiet towards the end. I took a deep breath, and repeated: "I like it in my ass," trying to sound as confident and in control as I could.
"Then fuck that ass!" she commanded, harsh and loud. Without hesitation, I pushed my fingers fast and deep into my anus, fucking it like I had fucked my pussy when I was at my horniest.
I couldn't believe how good that made me feel, I couldn't believe how fucking wet my pussy was getting and I especially couldn't believe I was doing all this because a stranger on the phone told me to. "Uh yes," I moaned into the phone, "god yes, this is soo good."
I gasped and groaned, having forgotten everything about my surroundings when I suddenly saw movement outside of the window. The couple had arrived!
I panicked, throwing the phone on a counter while I pulled up my panties, straightening my skirt all the while not knowing what to do with my two sticky fingers now.
Smiling, I opened the door, avoiding having to shake their hands while I rushed them through the house, giving them the shortest estate tour ever, while I made damn sure not to hang up my phone.
When they left, about 10 minutes later, slightly bewildered and confused by my apparent lack of interest in selling the house, I caught my breath, leaning against the door I had just closed behind me. From the phone I could hear giggles.
"Haha, mmmh. I take it you didn't want me to go while you were busy?" the voice said.
"God, I... I'm sorry," I answered hurriedly. "That was..."
"Shut up," she interrupted me. "Shut up and spread your legs. You'll rub your little clit now harder than you ever have before, you hear me?"
I swallowed hard and nodded, spreading my legs as I sunk to the floor, my right hand pulling up my skirt and pushing my panties aside, immediately starting to rub on my clit.
"Hard," she reminded me. "You want to cum, after all, don't you little slut?"
"Y-yes," I replied.
"Good," she said. "Then take a picture of yourself, like you are now. Make sure your hand is at your cunt while you do."
I swallowed again. "B-but... I just want to come..."
"You're not allowed to, until you have taken a picture of the horny little ass slut that you've become. Now do as you're told," she commanded.
I paused, wide-eyed. She wouldn't know if I did or not, would she? I considered just acting like I obeyed her, just to get this over with, and finish myself. But something in the back of my mind actually wanted me to obey. I wanted to be told what to do, to have her guide me, use me and, yes, abuse me. And a picture won't hurt, right?
I turned on the camera on my phone and held it as far away from me as possible. Click. Click click. Jocelyn, with her skirt up her waist, her legs spread and her right hand at her fucking wet pussy, on the floor of a client's home. Click. With a finger in her pussy. Click. Two fingers. Click. Pulling her tits out. Click. Both tits hanging free. Click. Her nipples harder than she had thought possible. Click. Is that pussy juice on the floor there? Click. God, how deep does this pussy go?
Moaning and trembling, I finally pulled up the phone again. "I... it's done," I said.
"Hard now," she replied. "Fuck it hard."
"Yes!" I said, and thought. Finally I'm getting to masturbate. My fingers slipped wild across my clit, rubbing it so fast that I was afraid my arm would go stiff. This is what I wanted all along? Fucking myself on the floor, being ordered around by a stranger, used like a whore?
I came. God, like I came. My legs clenched tight, my hand squeezed painfully in between, not wanting to let go of my clit just yet, but the orgasm raced like electricity through my abdomen. I groaned, bending forward, loud into the phone, my hair flinging wildly into my face.
"Good slut," the voice on the phone said. "Well done."
I gasped, too much out of breath to respond. "T... thank you," I said finally.
"Well then," she said, "remember this."
I paused, puzzled. Was that it? Is that everything? Did I... would I even want more? Shouldn't I be glad it's over? Why did I feel like this? Why did I want it not to end?
"Wait," I said. Can I see you again, I thought. Can I get more? No words seemed to be able to come across my lips though.
"Yes?" she said, slightly amused.
"Do you... can you call me again? Some day?" I asked. Tomorrow, I thought. Tonight. In an hour. Soon, please soon.
"Mmh, do you want more, little slut?" she asked, keeping me on edge.
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, I do. I want more. So much more. Please..." What was happening to me? I was begging like a little teenage girl.
"Very well, then," she said. "For our next time, do not wear underwear, and bring a toy."
"B-but..." I said, "but I don't know when our next time will be."
"Exactly," answered the caller and hung up.
Chapter 1
The next time, it turned out, was soon. I was at home, in my office, just having gotten out of my work dress and put on more convenient clothes. While I dressed, I started to wonder about her instructions. Should I already not wear underwear? What if I was going out? Or at home, wearing pants? Surely, I could wear panties in my pants?
Absently, I ran my hands across my breasts, eyeing them in the mirror. And what about a bra? I squeezed one of them, letting go only to watch it fall. They were really nice for my age, I concluded. Still firm, nice and round, not too saggy. What if I could never wear a bra again? Would I get old woman's tits?
I sighed. Alright, I thought, no bra for now. I put on a nice, wide sweater that was bulky enough not to show whether I was wearing something underneath or not. And pants then. I really like track pants, but wearing them without panties felt... so wrong. I spent maybe fifteen minutes, naked from the waist down, holding my track pants in one hand, my panties in another, trying to decide. Then, the phone rang.
Unknown caller, again. Trembling, I pushed the button and held it to my ear. "Yes?" I answered, my voice shaking.
"Where are you?" the now familiar voice of the mysterious woman asked.
"At home," I answered, whispering without really knowing why.
"Good," she said. "Do you have your toys ready?"
I looked around, panicked. "Yes..." I said, pausing. I didn't really have any toys, but I didn't want to disappoint her right away.
"What are they?" she asked.
I held my breath, hurriedly going through my apartment on tip toes, looking for anything that would qualify as a toy. "Ah," I said, my eyes wandering across my dinner table, sofa, mantelpiece, kitchen counter... "B-bananas," I said quickly, staring at the fruit bowl on the counter.
"Mmmh, kinky," she purred, "so that's what you prefer?"
I breathed in hard, nodding, even though she couldn't see me. "Ah, yes," I replied, uneasy.
I hoped she thought I was too shy talking about my preferences when I was really just clueless and inexperienced, which made me feel much worse, especially at my age. How could this woman make me feel like this?
"Good then," she continued. "I hope you're following my other advice and don't wear any underwear?"
This time I answered more confidently. "Yes," I said.
"Take a picture," she said sternly, "and send it to my email."
"B-but... I..." I stuttered, suddenly feeling very uneasy.
"Do you want us to continue or not?" she asked sharply. "Because if you do, then do as you're told."
I paused. "What about those other pictures?" I asked, not knowing what to say, trying to stall her.
"Those were for yourself," she replied. "But these are for me."
I sighed. "Yes, Ma'am," I said finally, resigned.
"Good," she replied. "The email is missy@....net"
I held the phone out in front of me, turning on the selfie camera and clicked. I made sure only my chest, covered by the sweater, and my naked legs were visible. Then I sent it off.
"Mmmh," she said a few moments later. "Now, to prove that it's really you, I want to see the banana in your pussy."
I swallowed hard. I'm really going to do this, I thought. I'm going to be in some fucked up relationship here, exposing myself to a stranger who might potentially be dangerous, if I continue like this.
For a minute I was just frozen, thoughts and feelings racing chaotically through my head. What if she's insane? What if she'll use whatever she's got against me? What if she's a crazy stalker and will come after me? What if she's a cop? Is this illegal? But fuck, WHY DO I WANT TO DO THIS SO DAMN MUCH?
Calm down, Jocelyn, I thought. For some reason this woman gave you an incredible orgasm just a short while ago. It's only normal that she'd want something in return. So, if you want to keep her (and god, do you want to keep her!), you'll have to make it worth her while. This is going to be a relationship, and you're both in it.
I finally pulled myself up on the kitchen counter and spread my legs slightly, spitting in my hand and rubbing it across my labia. All that thinking and hesitating had toned down my arousal quite a bit, but I was determined now. The end of the banana pushed at my pussy, held open with my other hand. I moved it, slowly, in and out, getting it deeper and deeper inside, feeling it stretch and fill me.
Finally, when it was halfway in, I pointed my phone at my crotch, took a snapshot and sent it off.
"Mmh, such a good girl," she replied a little bit later, breathing harder herself. "I bet you're curious about what I'm doing."
I swallowed. "Yes," I whispered.
"Hmm, so what will you do if I'll tell you?" she asked cheekily.
"Anything," I replied, not quite knowing where my determination was coming from. "I'll do anything."
"Is that a promise, slut?" she asked sternly.
"Yes," I answered eagerly. "Yes Ma'am, I'll do anything."
"Well," she began in a sultry voice as she began giving me a detailed description: "While you were trying to get that banana in, I went into my kitchen and got myself something to match. So right now, there's the thick, green end of a nice slick cucumber sticking out of my wet cunt, waiting for me to fuck myself with it. And if I was there, I'd sit with it on your face and have you bite in it and hold it between your teeth while I'm riding you, impaling myself on this long veggie right above your fucking mouth."
I shuddered. The thought of her doing that to me had me move the banana in and out of my pussy again, almost automatically.
"Do you hear that, slut?" she asked. "I'll use your fucking face as I like it, just as I'll use everything else of you for my pleasure. Your tits, your cunt, your asshole, they're all mine to use, you understand?"
God, that banana reached deeper than I thought it would. Yes, I thought, yes, please use me, I'm all yours. All my life is just to serve you in any way I can.
"Did you hear me?" she asked again, louder this time.
"Y-yes," I answered startled.
"I can't hear you," she yelled at me, even though I knew I was loud enough.
"Yes Miss," I said again, slightly louder.
"I want you to say it loud and clear, you understand?" she said sternly. "LOUD and CLEAR!"
"I... I can't," I said squeamish. "I've got neighbours, and they..."
"Fuck your neighbours," she interrupted. "They better know what's going on. If you're my slut, you can't hide it from them, or anyone."
I swallowed once more as my heart sank. Could I really do this? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "YES, ALL OF MY WORTHLESS BODY BELONGS TO YOU," I yelled finally, feeling strangely relieved. "YES, my cunt, my ass, my tits, my mouth, my whole slutty existence. Everything is yours. Use me as you please."
She moaned, breathing harder as she began to speak again, slightly out of breath: "Good then, fuck yourself with that banana," she said. "Nice and hard."
"Yes," I replied.
"Yes what?" she asked sharply.
By now I had gotten the idea of how she wanted this to go. "Yes, I'm fucking my wet pussy with this banana, deep and hard," I said loudly, not caring anymore who might hear me. The stupid chick from next door or the old couple across the hall might as well hear that I'm getting some for once.
"And you like being used that way, having your hole taken advantage of like an obedient whore," she continued, breathing heavier.
"Oh yes," I answered, my voice loud and shrill by now as I was rubbing my clit hard with my other hand while the yellow fruit slipped in and out. "God, I love being a dirty whore that you can just use like this. I don't deserve it."
She gasped, groaning for a while without saying anything more. I was busy rubbing myself as well, feeling terribly close to cumming. "Please," I begged finally, "I need to cum so bad."
"Mmh, you little stupid whore," she gasped, "is your dirty piss hole itching so bad that you can't hold it back anymore?"
I shook my head, even more aroused from her words. "N-no," I stuttered. "I-I just need to cum..."
"Only if you let it all out, slut," she commanded. "I want you to come so hard you'll squirt all over your house."
I shuddered. I didn't know if I could do that. I've never come so hard as to actually squirt something out and I actually thought women were faking it when they did. But I obeyed, as good as I could. I felt myself get close, rubbing and fucking, right up at the point where I would just clench my legs and press hard on my clit. And then I just... didn't.
I stayed spread, wide, slapping and rubbing my clit hard as I pulled out the banana, instinctively. Something welled up inside of me and I felt... I felt like I needed to pee?
I panicked. This can't be it. This feels just wrong. I stopped and caught my breath and then the feeling was gone. Suddenly, I was sad and ashamed.
"I... I'm sorry," I stammered, tears streaming down my face. What was going on with me? I'm not usually that emotional. "I think I messed it up."
From the other end I could hear her voice. "Mmmh, so you didn't let it go, huh?"
I shrugged. "I don't know how... I just needed to pee all of a sudden."
She sighed. "So?" she asked. "So you piss. Are you suddenly too good to piss for me?"
I sat there, startled. "N-no," I answered obediently. "I... just... it just... I didn't know what to do."
"Then piss now," she commanded.
For a moment I didn't know if I heard right. "What... right here?" I asked. "I'm in..."
"You heard me," she said, louder. "I want to hear your worthless cunt pee. Right now."
I blushed and hesitated, then held the phone down at my crotch as I spread my labia. At first it felt like I couldn't go and I sighed relieved. Then, a small sputter came from between my labia. I wanted to hold it back, but then remembered my promises and resigned, defeated, as I let my pee run down on my kitchen floor, splattering all over the place.
From the phone I heard her moan again. "Mmmh," she said. "Very good. Now listen closely."
At first it was silent, and then I heard a similar splatter coming from her end. It splashed and rippled like it would never end. Finally, her voice came on again. "All of this would've been in your mouth," she said. "So to give you a good taste, you better get down and lick yours up. I expect pictures until next time."
Silence. She had hung up.
Chapter 2
I didn't get another call from her for a few days, until I thought all of this was just a dream, or she may have abandoned me. I had obeyed her orders all that time, not wearing underwear any more and always keeping a toy with me.
The toy was just a carrot, since I had never found the courage to buy myself a real vibrator or something else. Also, I could always act like I had it with me to snack on, so that made me feel a little more confident.
Every time my phone rang, my heart made a little jump. I got nervous and very aware of my surroundings. Especially when the caller was unknown my hands began to shake and my voice gave up on me. After a week, I had gotten back to some sort of routine. I was just out preparing a client's home for an open house when suddenly, I got the call. The call I had been waiting for.
"Y-yes," I said, answering the phone that said "unknown caller".
"So, where were we," the familiar voice asked.
I took a deep breath. "I... I was going to tell you how wet I am?" I said, a little insecure.
I heard a faint laugh coming from the other end. "Mh, good to know you still remember that," she said.
I smiled, feeling a little more secure now. "I'm Jocelyn," I said, trying to establish something of a friendship with the woman who's name I didn't even know.
"Bullshit," she said, suddenly getting harsh again. "You're not Jocelyn. You're a lowly, dirty whore. You're a little fuck slut with no rights and no name. You're Jocelyn's horny little cunt hole. You're Jocelyn's whore ass. You're Jocelyn's stupid little slave mouth that's only good to swallow whatever she'll get in it."
I swallowed hard and nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Yes, Ma'am," I replied. I hesitated, too scared to say anything, but eventually asked: "And... what should I call you?"
She laughed. "Well, tradition has it that I'm your mistress, but fuck tradition. You can call me Missy."
"Yes, Missy," I whispered, smiling a little. I already loved the name.
"Now, where are you?" she asked.
I looked around, as if I was aware of my surroundings for the first time. "I, uh, in someone's house," I whispered, even though there was nobody around.
"Okay, who else is there?" she inquired.
"Nobody," I said, shrugging. "It's just me."
"What, are you breaking in or something?" she laughed.
I giggled quietly. "No, it's... I'm preparing their house for sale, there's supposed to be an open house..."
"Shut up," she interrupted me sternly. "If I need you to blabber on, I will tell you. Now did you bring your toy?"
I paused a minute, slightly hurt by her rudeness, then remembered who I was to her. "Yes," I answered truthfully.
"What is it?" she asked.
I had hoped she wouldn't, as suddenly I was quite ashamed of my choice of toys. "A... a... a carrot," I stammered almost whimpering.
She suddenly burst out laughing. "Mmmh, kinky," she said. "Anything else?"
I hesitated, then said: "No, I don't have anything..."
"Mh, figures," she said gruffly. "Well, let's see then. Who lives in that house?"
"Uh..." I said, taken aback. I thought for a moment, then answered: "A couple, man and a woman, two kids. A boy and a girl."
"Mhm," she replied. "How old?"
"Ah, they're... late 30s, I think? The kids are in high school, the girl's a senior, I think, the boy's a little younger," I answered.
"Hm, then go to the girl's room first," she instructed me. "She's probably a lot more sloppy in hiding her toys than her mom. Search her bed and drawers."
I stared at the phone wide-eyed. The lady was instructing me to burglar my clients. For sex toys! Slowly I walked down the hallway to the girl's room.
Almost mechanically I opened her door and got down on all fours, crawling to her bed and searched her mattress, pillows, the drawers of the night stand. Then, behind the bed, where it was backed against a wall, I found something long and round. I pulled it out and finally held a strange, green, weirdly shaped dildo in my hand. "Uh," I said, "I think I found something."
"Good," Missy replied. "What is it?"
"A dildo, I think," I answered.
"You think?" she said sternly. "What, have you never seen a dildo before?"
"A... I... well, this one is kinda strange..." I stammered.
She sighed. "Send me a picture," she commanded. I obeyed. After a moment, I heard her voice again. "Hmm, kinky," she said. "The girl likes extravagant cocks, or maybe it's a joke from her friends. It's a dragon cock. Well, at least that's what they call it on their website. Mmh, and they have dog and horse cocks too. I'll have to get you one."
"I... yes, Missy," I answered. "As you wish."
"Good," she said, pleased with herself. "Now lick it until it's clean."
Obediently, I put the bulbous head of the dildo in my mouth and immediately took it back out, retching from the taste. "Uhh," I gagged.
My mistress laughed. "Mmh, just as I thought," she said. "Teenagers don't like to draw too much attention to their masturbation, so I guess little miss sunshine never bothered to sneak it into the bathroom to clean it. You'll do it for her now. With your mouth."
I obeyed and put it back in my mouth. The dildo wasn't very big, barely 4 inches or so, which made it easy to fit. After a while, I got over the taste too. There was the faint taste of pussy, which was similar to my own, but something else there told me that her pussy wasn't the only place the girl had used this dildo in.
"Hey," I hears Missy say as I was still sucking on the green cock. "Hm, if it's the one I'm looking at here, then it should have some kind of hose at the back, and a syringe or something. Looks like it can squirt too."
There was indeed a small transparent thin hose attached to the back of the dildo, but I didn't find anything to plug it into. "Mmmphff," I moaned, my mouth full of green dragon cock. "Ah, there's something, yes," I replied, taking it out. "No syringe, though."
"Hmm, we'll have to get you one," she said. "Alright, now let's go to the back door. Are you excited? I'm excited, I didn't know dildos like that existed."
"I... uh... yes Missy," I said, slightly confused. I walked back down the hallway to the back door of the house. "What am I doing here?" I asked.
"Grab a chair and open the door," she said. "Then start masturbating."
I swallowed hard, coughing on my own spit. "I... but... what if someone sees me?" I asked.
"I'm glad you're following along," she replied. "Now get your ass in motion."
I opened the door and peeked outside. The house had a nice glass screen door through which I could see their backyard. Nobody was there, of course, and the neighbours across the yard seemed to be out as well. To the left I could see a dog running in a different yard, but didn't think much about it.
I pulled a chair in front of the door and held it open, then sat down, spreading my legs towards the door and pulling up my skirt. God, how did I get that wet already? I closed my eyes and immediately pushed the green dragon thing into my sopping twat, all the way in. I became a little disappointed at its small size, feeling not nearly as deep as I would like it to be. I began moving it in and out, moaning slightly into the phone when the friction made me feel more and more aroused.
"Mmh," she said. "Now don't forget about that carrot, your ass needs tending too, doesn't it?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes," I whispered into the phone. "Yes, it does." I reached into my handbag and pulled out the plastic bag with the carrot in it, holding the small dildo in my pussy as I took it out and pushed the orange vegetable into my mouth. A few long licks, and it was slick all around. I slid further down on the chair until I sat right on the edge, pulling my legs up and then placing the thin end of the carrot against my dark tight anus.
With a groan it went in, widening me further and further as I pushed it all the way up my asshole. This, now, made me fully horny, and I began to fuck my little ass harder than my pussy, sending shivers through all of my body. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone watching me.
"F-fuck," I whispered, freezing. There was a young woman in the backyard with the dog, probably waiting for it to finish its business while she leaned against the fence, browsing through her phone. At least, that's what she was doing, because suddenly she must've become aware of me and just stared, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at me. I spread my legs right in her direction, green and orange sticks plugging both my holes.
"T-there's someone watching," I whispered into the phone.
"Well, what're you waiting for?" Missy replied. "Go and invite them over. Make sure you please them."
My heart started racing. Slowly I put down my legs again, hoping secretly that the lady would just go away. I straightened my skirt and opened the back door, stepping outside. The girl smiled at me a little uneasy.
"Hi," I said as I walked up to her.
"Hello," she answered in her best valley-girl voice, acting bored. She might be around 20 or so, so maybe she even knew the owner of the dildo that was still in my pussy.
I cleared my throat. "Did you... did you like what you saw?" I asked her, avoiding eye contact.
She shook her head. "Nothing," she said. "I didn't see anything. I swear."
I smiled, feeling a little more confident now. "Well," I replied warmly. "Would you like to?"
She stared at me silently, not answering, but not trying to get away either, so I slowly pulled up my skirt, inch by inch. She looked at it mesmerized as more and more of my legs became visible, with the strange transparent tube hanging down between them. Finally, the thick end of the green dildo became visible between my legs and soon thereafter my labia with the thin patch of black pubes above.
She looked between my legs, then up into my eyes, not saying a word. Her hand reached across the fence and almost mechanically touched the end of the dildo, holding it and moving it in and out as she leaned in closer. I shuddered. The first time someone touched me that intimately in long, long years, and it was a stranger out in public. I got incredibly turned on.
I moaned and began to breathe hard, leaning across the fence to feel her closer when we suddenly kissed. I don't even know who started it, it all just happened so fast, but it felt like the right thing to do. My lips touched hers and I felt her warm skin against mine, tasted her tongue in her mouth and breathed in her scent.
God, I wanted so much more. She seemed determined now as well and finally climbed the fence over to my side, immediately getting down on her knees and pushing the dildo faster up inside me. I gasped, spreading my legs as I leaned against the fence, trying to give her better access.
She noticed the carrot suddenly and gingerly took the short end between two fingers, turning it as it stuck deep inside my ass. I moaned even louder. The fucking slut was fucking both my holes, I thought. Nobody had ever done that! The thoughts and feelings overwhelmed me and I came quickly, shaking and out of breath, sliding down the fence until I was at level with my new lover. I smiled at her and kissed her again, feeling my pussy leak some of the cum that I still instinctively held back.
"Please," I said, "let me repay you." She bit her lip and looked at me with a mixture of excitement and reluctance. I carefully ran my hands underneath her jacket, caressing her breasts through her sweater. She closed her eyes and let out a small gasp, shifting uneasily in her jeans. My hands wandered lower and began to unbutton her pants. She let me pass.
When I had them undone, she slowly got up to make it easier for me to pull them down. I was so hyped up and aroused at that point from all the new things I experienced. For the first time I would see another woman's underwear up close, and touch her intimately. She wore a simple white thong that already had a tell-tale dark spot right in the centre. Shifting it to the side, I revealed her wet pussy.
She had larger labia than I did, and sticky pussy juice was already stringing between them and the thong. She was shaved the way most girls are her age, but seemed to be a little sloppy about it, with long brunette stubble growing back all around her mound. At first I just touched her slit, feeling her soft, slick pussy against my fingertips. Soon, though, I moved my head closer and started licking her along the slit, like it was the most natural thing to do.
She was a little shorter than me and her crotch was conveniently at level with my head, so I didn't have to stretch at all to reach even the far end of her twat. At first I licked off all the juices that had already accrued, the taste now a little familiar to me and a lot better than sucking on the dildo earlier. She bent over and held onto the fence, spreading her legs a little further and squatting slowly down onto me, probably trying to get me to lick deeper.
I tried. With one hand I held her pussy open, spreading her with my fingers, while my tongue pushed deeper inside her, licking into the warm, soft, wet recesses of her little cunny. That got her squirming, but after a little while I could tell she needed more, and so finally I slid my index and middle finger up inside her. They entered without any hindrance, almost as if getting sucked in by her tight wet hole.
Suddenly, a little ways behind me I heard a voice call. "Kaylee?" a woman said. I froze, hearing my young lover hold her breath as well.
"Y-yes mom?" the young woman called back across the fence.
"What're you doing over there?" the woman asked. I kept perfectly still. It seems like she could see the girl, but the fence must be hiding me and what was going on between her legs.
"Uh..." Kaylee replied, shuddering. "I threw Bowser's ball a little too far and had to get it, and there's nobody at home over here anyway."
"Well, come on back, you know how they are!" her mother said.
"Yes mom, in a minute," Kaylee replied, getting ever more nervous. Suddenly I could feel a warm trickle forming around my fingers that started running down my arm and along her legs. The girl was peeing herself!
"Are you alright, Kay?" her mother asked, now sounding a little closer.
"N-no mom, please, just give me a minute..." Kaylee pleaded. "I... I've had... a little accident..."
The woman sighed. "Oh Kaylee, again? Really?" she said, sounding annoyed.
"Please mom," Kaylee continued. "I'll be right in, just... let me clean up and please don't look..."
I heard the woman huff, but she seemed to leave again, since Kaylee slowly began to relax once more. "I... I'm so sorry," she whispered. "Sorry sorry sorry."
I remembered my instructions and what I was there for and instead of an answer began to lick up the wetness between her legs while my fingers started to push up inside her. The girl squealed surprised. "You... you'll fuck me anyway?" she asked, gasping for air again.
"I'm here to please you, Miss," I replied, my fingers slipping in and out her dripping twat.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh my god... Can you... can you do it like... in my butt?"
Obediently I licked a finger of my other hand until it was covered well in saliva, then reached around her and placed the fingertip against her tight dark anus. Carefully, I probed her, sliding it in only until the first index. She groaned, trying hard to keep quiet and failing.
I continued fucking her pussy with my fingers while I slowly pushed deeper up into her asshole with my other finger. It was very warm, almost hot in there, which was nothing I had expected. Her response was unfamiliar as well, her pussy just starting to drip again, like she had a weak bladder. I ignored it and just fucked her diligently, like an obedient little fuck slut, until she came soon.
She dripped harder and harder, sinking to her knees until I had to pull my fingers back out, then leaning against me, completely out of breath. "God," she whispered. "God, that was incredible." She blushed suddenly, realizing we were still strangers. "I... I've got to go," she said quickly, grabbing her pants. Halfway up, she paused, looking down at me. "Thank you so much... I... can I call you maybe?"
I smiled and reached into my jacket. She left, clutching one of my business cards. I might have gotten another caller.
Chapter 3
"Unknown caller." My heart jumped. It has been several days since my last call from Missy, and god, was I missing her. I had bought myself a new phone and had started to gradually get everyone to use my new number so I would have the old one just for her. However, it might still be someone else calling. "H-hello," I answered the phone.
"Let's go out tonight," I heard her familiar voice. My heart jumped again. Would I get to see her, finally, after all? Where would we meet? What would I wear?
"O-okay," I stammered, not sure if my excitement was showing. "Where are we going?"
The address she gave me was somewhere in downtown Denver. It was a longer drive there, but I wouldn't complain, being excited as I was. She told me to be there at 9 PM and send an email when I arrive.
I breathed hard when she hung up, my heart pounding in my chest. A thousand thoughts were racing through my head, the loudest of which was: This is getting real. I am going to meet this person, going out on a date. Am I gay now? Is that a lesbian thing? What... would she be like? What would I do? What if someone I know sees us? And god, what am I going to wear?
For some reason I was more nervous meeting her than I had ever been dating a man. I was determined to make myself as presentable as possible, but at the same time didn't even know what that meant with a woman. Would she even care about my boobs, my butt, my lips? Would I care?
No, I thought. I don't really care all that much what she looked like. It was her personality, her voice, her... dominance... that made me all soft and wet with her, and her looks were secondary. So I figured, I would just wear something that would make me feel good about myself.
I have a yellow dress, something like a tube dress, but with very short sleeves, that for some reason always is the first choice I think of when I want to dress up. It's tight, and fits me just so very well that it looks as if it was made to my measurements. Aside from that, it was cut just deep enough to show the amount of cleavage that keeps you wanting for more, and in the back it was slit until just below my butt cheeks, so that if I bent down in a certain position, it'd flash my panties. And yeah, I've practised that position.
Not that I could wear panties, mind you. I didn't ask, but I just assumed that Missy's rules still applied, and so I just wore the dress and a pair of red high heels, some long pearl necklace and matching earrings and a little bit of tan lipstick and modest make-up. Also, as usual, I made sure to keep my new-found green toy in my handbag, the red one that matched the shoes.
It was a cool Saturday night when I drove down into town. I had brought a jacket, just in case, but kept it on the seat as I was comfortable in the car. My GPS led me down South Broadway and I turned into a parking lot when I arrived at the address.
Strange. There was no restaurant around, and on the whole this looked like the seedier part of town. In fact, right across the street was an adult book store. I took out my phone and sent an email to Missy.
Seconds later she called. I had put on a bluetooth earpiece that I had bought just so I could have my hands free with her. "Are you there?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied and nodded. "But I don't know if I'm at the right place, there's..."
"Go into the sex shop," she interrupted me harshly.
I swallowed. This was not what I had imagined, but after all, last time she said I'd have to get some toys, right? "Yes, Ma'am," I said quietly. "What am I looking for?"
"A bigger toy, to begin with," she said. "Look for one that you think will fit you, then send me a picture."
I took a deep breath, then got out of the car and locked it, putting my jacket on. It wasn't all that cold, but suddenly I felt very exposed and vulnerable, and the jacket made me feel a little more hidden and protected. I crossed the street quickly and opened the door with shaking hands.
It was the first time I've ever been to an adult book store. I had no clue what the protocol was in these places, how I should act, what I should behave like. Inside, I passed a desk with a big, bored looking young woman behind it who didn't even look up from her tablet as I walked in. Several men were staring at aisles upon aisles of porn DVDs, everyone avoiding everyone else's gaze.
I looked around quickly and then hurried down an aisle that had more dildos on offer than I had ever thought possible. I don't know why, but for some reason I had always assumed that this was such a small market that there were maybe two or three different models, and so I was mesmerized at first at the assortment of colours, sizes and shapes.
I didn't have much to go by. My husband had been... average, I guess? I don't know. It had felt good, and I didn't think I'd need anything bigger, so I weighed a penis-shaped purple dildo in my hand and took a picture of it, for Missy.
"Alright," she said. "Now take one that's at least two inches bigger. You're not allowed to go any smaller than that. And you can keep this one as well, but I don't think you'll ever use it."
"Y-yes Ma'am," I whispered, afraid someone would hear me. The last place I wanted to be when they catch me talking to invisible people was this sex shop. I did as told and choose a larger, black dildo, which was vaguely penis-shaped as well, but smooth and straight, with a stylized mushroom head on top. I swallowed hard when I looked at it, not expecting two inches to make that much of a difference.
"I-I've found one," I reported back, clutching both of the packages tight against my chest.
"Good," Missy replied. "Go pay for them, and ask where the booths are, and if one of them has a hole."
I was confused, not knowing what she was talking about, but I didn't want to get into a discussion around here, so I just went up to the front desk again. The young woman took a moment to realize I was waiting for her, then she looked up from her tablet game and nodded. "Those two?" she asked, pointing at the plastic cases in my arm.
I nodded back, handing them over reluctantly. What would she be thinking about me? Does she compare sizes to women? Or maybe not, she didn't look like the kind of person who cares much about her job. "That'll be 47.68," she said.
I nodded, taking out my purse. When I grabbed my credit card, I hesitated. Did I want this to show up on my account? Would anyone care? I went through my cash fold, already knowing that I didn't carry enough money to make that purchase. Sighing, I handed over the card. Who would get a look at my account anyway, right?
"A..." I croaked as she completed the purchase. I cleared my throat, then tried again: "Ah, sorry, but I was wondering where the booths are?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Over there on the back, around the corner," she replied, pointing.
I nodded. "Ah, and... does one of them have, like, a hole?" I asked again.
She smirked, suddenly sizing me up. "Mh, you're looking for a party, huh?" she asked. I just stared back at her, trying not to look too confused. "Booth 7 is the one you want," she said. "House rules say you need to have a film running at all times, but they make exceptions for women, especially when they're good."
She handed me back my card and a plain, black plastic bag with my purchases in them. "Th-thank you," I said, almost dropping my purse as I tried to put everything back in my handbag. With trembling knees and beating heart I walked down to where she had pointed.
There was a separate area of the store that was only dimly lit, with a few pink fluorescent lights, lined on both sides with red doors that looked like they would lead to bathroom stalls. Each door had a small lamp above it, and a number. I figured the ones that were lit were occupied, so I headed for No. 7. It was locked and the lamp was on.
I stood there, waiting, suddenly feeling like I was on display. There were moans coming from behind the closed doors, all from erotic movies, I assumed, when a man came into the booth section as well, standing a little ways from me, waiting as well. While I was still wondering why he wouldn't just go to any other empty booth and what was so special about this one, another guy showed up, waiting behind the first one.
I grew mighty uncomfortable, but didn't dare to speak to Missy, afraid they'd notice. Suddenly, the booth next to No. 7 opened and an older man came out, still zipping his pants. I stumbled back, trying not to touch him as he passed, when No. 7 opened up as well and I looked into the eyes of a young guy, maybe in his 20s, with faintly asian features. He quickly looked away and hurried down the line of people and I went inside and shut the door behind me.
Catching my breath, I leaned against the door from the inside for a moment. "I'm in the booth," I whispered into my earpiece. The smell of the place was very distinct and took my breath away. It was sharp, slightly sour, tart, with a hint of disinfectant and cleaning perfume. In the dim light I could see paper towel dispensers, a waste bucket with several towels in them, and a leather seat with a screen above. To the left and right side were small metal sliders at waist height.
"Good," she replied, "does it have holes?"
"I think that's what this is," I said, touching one of the sliders and pushing it. It was slick and sticky, and I noticed some dried stains underneath it, with a few fresher ones running down the wall. Behind it was an opening that led into the adjacent booth. "Yes..." I said dryly, starting to realize what was going on in here.
"Very good," she said satisfied. "Now serve every one that comes through there."
I paused. This was not what I had expected. She wanted to... use me. Abuse me. Turn me into a cheap whore. Worse than a whore - just a free bitch that anyone could have a go at without so much as a wink and a nod. I grabbed my handbag tight, my feelings in an uproar. All my self respect, all my dignity, everything I thought I was revolted at this. But god, just the thought of it made me so goddamn wet, so... hungry for sex! I caught myself drooling a little out the side of my mouth, when suddenly I could see a penis coming through the hole from the booth next door.
I stared at it in shock, as if I had never seen one before, then held my breath and touched it gently. It was half erect, and I could feel it grow harder and stronger in my hand, when suddenly I began to jerk it slowly.
Jocelyn, I thought. What are you doing? You're rubbing some stranger's cock in your hands! Who knows who it is, or where he's been with that? What if it's some nasty old guy? Or a dirty homeless man? Or a teenager? Would they let teenagers in here? What if it's your ex-husband? Or a neighbour? A client?
Carefully, I put down my bags and then dropped to my knees. The cock in my hands was now erect and I heard slight moaning from the other side. Leaning forward, I kissed the head gently, then let it slide into my mouth.
Jocelyn! What are you doing??? What would your mother say? Did she raise you like that? What would you say if one of the kids did this? What would your clients say if they heard about it? Or your friends at church?
I felt the cock run down into my mouth, rubbing against my gum while my tongue played with the head. Then I started taking it deeper, until it hit the back of my mouth, where it made me gag. My head began to move back and forth, trying to give him a the feeling of fucking me while I sucked at him gently.
I let go once more, my hand rubbing along the now slick shaft, jerking him a little before I put him back into my mouth. I kept sucking, kept jerking, kept taking him deep until my lips felt numb and I finally heard him breathing harder, soon followed with the sensation of something creamy and wet in my mouth, tasting... sour and tart, and making me gag.
"Remember to swallow," I heard Missy say who must've been listening in all this time. "You're here not for your own pleasure, but to serve. And good sluts swallow it all."
I swallowed hard, trying to get the harsh taste out of my mouth as quick as possible, when I heard the door of the other booth open and close, soon followed by another dick sticking through the hole.
It was a little smaller than the first, but thicker, and this time I started right away with my lips. He was breathing heavily and from what I could see he was a big guy, his belly keeping him from getting it all the way through the hole. I licked and sucked around his head, jerking him with three fingers while I took him as deep into my mouth as I could.
He came quickly but copiously, filling my mouth with hot sperm that tasted slightly better than the first time. I tried to swallow while he was still pumping it between my lips, feeling some of it run out at the side of my mouth and down my chin. I let it drip, licking the rest of it off his nut and swallowing it down.
On the other side of the booth, someone opened the second panel. Apparently I could serve two people at once in here, and the other ones were getting restless. I let go of the fat cock, which spilled some more as it pulled back, and turned to the second hole, where a really nice, long black cock was coming through.
It reminded me a little of my husband, except much longer, and I eagerly began sucking it, this time experimenting how far I could get it down my throat. He was a little aggressive about it as well, and thrust inside of me when I was already gagging, which pushed me beyond my boundaries. I learned that past the gag reflex, there was at least another inch, or two, that it could go down.
God, Jocelyn, how quick you've gone from self-respecting businesswoman to slutty cock-sucking whore. Have I always been like that? Was this what I secretly craved? Serving as a cum bucket for anonymous men?
The black guy took a long time to come, and when he did, it wasn't much. I rolled it around my mouth for a bit, trying to get the most of it and then, on a whim, let it run down my lips, enjoying the thought of looking messy from cum.
On the other side, another cock was already waiting. It was flaccid, and circumcized, and I gave it my best to bring it back up quickly. I began to get the hang of it, keeping an eye on the second hole while serving the first, and when a new cock appeared there, I tried to jerk it a little with my hand while my mouth was occupied.
He came in me, again and again, and I gargled his cum, making sure he could hear me well and clear. The other one was jerked so well that it just shot its load against the side of my head as I turned to face it. I didn't care. I didn't care and I actually enjoyed getting messed up from loads of cum, wearing it like a badge of pride.
Two more cocks. Two more mouthfuls of cum, rubbing the wet heads against my face afterwards, making sure to get the last drops on my skin. I sucked harder, deeper, faster, not caring anymore about my dignity or how tired my lips were. When I had to take a break, I used my hands, letting a few of them dump their messy stinking sperm on my face, getting a few splotches on my deep cleavage and pretty yellow dress.
God, I liked this. I unpacked my new big black friend and sat it on the slippery floor beneath me, quickly pushing it into my dripping - actually dripping - wet labia and riding it while I turned my attention back to the seemingly never ending row of new cocks sticking out of the walls. I began to ride the thick dildo deep up my cunt while I refined my technique, getting them to cum faster and faster, more and more into my wide open mouth.
I am Jocelyne's cum-guzzling whore mouth. Anyone can cum in me, dump their load down my throat and use me like they could never use their wives, or girlfriends, or anyone. I am a 44 year old public fuck toy, and a bigger slut than you.
Finally I came too. I came hard, with someone's cock in my mouth, unable to enjoy it, just riding it out while I continued serving more and more men. Soon, I came again. And again. The big black dildo reached up inside me to places I didn't know existed, but I barely noticed it, focussing only on my mouth, when suddenly, an enormous orgasm just swept over me, out of nowhere, leaving me gasping for air on the floor, leaning against the seat while my pussy was twitching hard, gushing around the slick black rubber cock inside it, making me shake so hard I couldn't move for a while.
I just lay there, exhausted, catching my breath, watching the cocks retreat one by one. I wanted to get up, wanted to serve, but my body didn't obey me anymore. I am Jocelyne's totally fucked up nervous system.
When I could move again, I was still craving cum, licking some of the residue off the wall underneath the holes while I sent a message to Missy. "I'm done," it said.
"Very good," she wrote back. "Send me a picture and wait for further instructions."
Weakly, I held my phone in front of me, snapping pictures. Jocelyn, her hair all messy. Is that really cum sticking it together like that? How did that get there? What's all that goo around my lips? God, my dress is soaked? Never mind the makeup, it's running alright. I could probably rub all of that into my tits and they'd be nice and shiny.
I sent the pictures off to her, waiting, sitting in the quiet of the booth, revelling in the feeling, the smell, the memory. I am Jocelyn's new found hunger for cum.
Chapter 4
A few minutes later, the phone vibrated. I answered, hearing her familiar voice in my headset: "Mmh, you've been a very dirty girl," she said. I swallowed, scrolling through the pictures of myself covered in the semen of more men than I could count, more men than I had ever had in my entire life, all in one night.
"Now go out," she instructed me.
I just stared at the phone, with my cum-covered face looking back at me from the display. "I-I-I need to clean myself up first," I whispered back, surprised she didn't think of that. Were there any bathrooms here?
"No need," Missy replied cheerfully. "Tonight, we'll show the world what kind of slut you are, won't we?"
I stared at the phone like a deer might stare at the headlights of an oncoming train. I can't possibly go out like this, I thought. No, certainly not. Doing all this anonymously, and without getting seen was fun and all, but this is where I draw the line.
"I... I can't..." I replied weakly. Why did all my resolve melt away so quickly when I was talking to her?
"What's wrong? Someone broke your legs, girl?" she asked. "Come on, let's have some fun!"
Okay, it's just a quick walk across the street, and then I'll be in my car, right? Just, like, 10 yards? And it's dark. Nobody's gonna see. It won't be so bad. "Alright," I sighed, gathering my handbag and pulling myself up by the chair. My knees were still weak and hurt a little from all the kneeling, and my heels were killing me now.
I took my jacket and hesitates for a moment, not wanting to stain it with the cum on my dress. Then I called myself a fool and just put it on. It'll all go into the washer anyway.
Sneakily I opened the door. The neon-lit corridor outside the porn booths was empty, and I hurried through the store and out the door as fast as I could, not looking left or right and hoping that nobody would take a closer look at me. Something ran down between my cleavage and made its way down to my belly button, but I tried to ignore it.
Outside, I hurried across the street. It had started raining and the asphalt was slick and shiny, but luckily there weren't many cars on the road, so I made it across easily. When I had reached my car, I leaned against the door for a moment, catching my breath and fumbling my keys out of my pocket. "Alright," I said into the bluetooth, sounding maybe a little more annoyed than my position with Missy would allow. "I'm out."
"Mmh, go down the street," she said absently. "Like, it should be to your left, when you exit the building. There's a Light Rail station not far from there. Take the next tram."
I stared at my car for a moment with my mouth open, then looked around perplexed. There was indeed a station about a thousand feet down the road. "But... but... it's raining," I said. "And I'm all... I'm... I need a shower." I shuddered, not knowing what I was afraid of most - the people who hang around the Light Rail at night, or that they might see me like this.
"Okay, let me get something straight," Missy said, very slowly. "You can get out of this any time. Your call, just hang up. But as long as we're doing this, you do as I say. This is not a country club meeting where everyone has a fucking opinion and needs to be heard. This is me, telling you what to do. And this is you, doing it. If not, then just walk away."
I leaned with my back against the door of the car, clutching my handbag tight. Rain was running down my face, feeling almost like a shower, and if I closed my eyes, I could pretend like it was washing me clean. What was she doing to me? What was she trying to do? If I obeyed her, where would it stop? What other things would she tell me to do?
"Why... why?" I stammered.
"Why what?" she asked.
"Why... why are you telling me to do this?" I said with shaking voice, suddenly feeling like a child who got abandoned by her parents.
She paused for a moment. "Why do you keep doing it?" she asked finally.
"I... it makes me feel... different. Fresh, new, like... like I can be someone else for a moment and not have to play... a certain role," I replied.
"Well then," she said warmly, "then this is you not playing a role. And you've just given head to a bunch of strangers. Don't you want to know what else you're capable of?"
I swallowed, suddenly tasting the tart flavour of cum on my lips again. She was right. I wanted to know. I wanted to feel. I wanted to see what life could be like outside the confines of my comfort zone. In a strange way, my obedience to her made me free.
I started to walk, one foot in front of the other. The neon lights of the light rail station were beckoning me and through my newfound resolve I couldn't even feel the pain in my feet anymore. The closer I got to the station, the more I walked upright, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I suddenly had reason to be proud; proud of myself, proud of my womanhood, proud of my sexuality, proud of my sluttiness.
There was nobody waiting for the tram, and I felt both strangely disappointed and relieved at the same time. "I'm there," I talked into the bluetooth.
"Okay, don't worry, there's one scheduled to come by in a few minutes," Missy replied.
I sighed and resigned myself to waiting. "Hey, do you know how many cocks I've sucked?" she asked me suddenly.
"Uh, no..." I replied.
"Not a single one!" she laughed. "Isn't that strange? Well, not to me, but maybe to you. Never cared for guys, me, dunno what all the fuss is about. I mean, no disrespect, you obviously seem to enjoy them, I just never got into it, I guess."
I was confused. Was this some kind of test, or was she just trying to make conversation? It seemed an odd topic for a dinner conversation, but then again, we weren't having dinner, and I did just give a lot of blowjobs. "Yeahhh," I replied. "I... I do not mind. I enjoy it all, anything you think I need."
"Ah, don't be like that," she giggled. "Did I get you spooked? Well, sorry about that. I just can't handle discussions. Doesn't mean you need to watch your step around me now, though. And it's okay to admit that you liked it. Or that you didn't, whatever. I just had the feeling you really did."
I swallowed again. "Yeah," I said, trying to sound more confident, but actually pretty relaxed. "Yeah, I did enjoy that. It's nice, just letting it all go, just being... sexual, for a moment." I moaned gently.
"Mmh, I knew you would," she said. "And it's no shame admitting to it either. You'd be surprised what little sluts all your acquaintances are if you all would just talk about your preferences more often."
I giggled quietly, thinking about my "acquaintances". The pent-up neighbour woman from across the street? Or all my friends from church? My decent clients, just looking for a prim home for their family. It was fun, imagining them all as sex-hungry perverts for once.
Suddenly, the train rolled in. I braced myself, standing alert in front of the door as it swung open. "Get on and offer yourself to anyone who would have you," she ordered. I stared wide-eyed, but hurried to get on before it left again, without much time to think about her words.
Inside, there were only a few passengers. Two or three bums were sleeping on some of the seats, and a young woman with her headphones on was ignoring me. When I turned, my eyes fell on my reflection in the window of the train: I was soaking wet, my yellow dress clung to my body tight and became see-through in parts, showing very clearly that I wasn't wearing a bra, for instance, and if I looked closely, I could see a dark triangle where the dress stretched across my crotch. Jocelyn, if you weren't so classy, you'd look like a hooker.
I slowly went to the back of the car, where a young guy in a leather jacket was sitting. He was maybe 19 or 20, with all the attitude of a rebel, having come 30 years late to the rebellion. I walked up to him and smiled my brightest, whitest smile. "Hi," I said. "I'm Jocy."
He looked up at me, raising his eyebrows. He had nice eyebrows, I thought. Black, like his hair, which was cut in a nice, wavy style that made him look fashionable without trying too hard. "Okay," he replied, acting bored.
"Do you want me?" I asked.
"What?" he answered confused.
I leaned across his seat, making sure he got a good deep look down by cleavage, my breasts hanging full and heavy underneath me. "I said: Do. You. Want. Me?" I repeated myself, slowly and distinctly.
To my satisfaction he stared at my breasts, and so I reached over and ran my hand carefully across his crotch, feeling his pants already bulge hard at his zipper. With surprisingly nimble and calm motions I quickly unbuttoned his pants and opened them as far as I could, releasing his hardening cock from the confines of his shorts. He had a nice dick, strong and hard, not too long, but not too short, just a good sized, straight, hard piece of meat.
I licked my lips and got to work. Kneeling down in front of him, I pulled down my dress underneath my breasts, wrapping them around his cock, slick and wet, and began to rub it between them. He gasped and moaned slightly, looking around but getting more confident with me and
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