1. The Caller 1


    Date: 1/11/2017, Categories: True Story, Anal, Authoritarian, Discipline, Domination/submission, Female/Female, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Masturbation, Mature, Mind Control, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    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. ...