The Caller 05 - Riding on a subway - Sex Stories

The Caller 05 - Riding on a subway

... 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 ...