The Caller 06 - a new number - Sex Stories

The Caller 06 - a new number

... know. Actually, that's why I wrote. What should I do with her?" Through the phone I heard her laugh. "Well, what do you want to do with her?" Missy asked. "This one is your slut, not mine." "I... I kinda thought it... she... is ours," I replied, confused and a little hurt that she didn't think of us as a unit. "Hmm," Missy said. "Maybe. But as part of your own training, you'll now have to learn how to use someone yourself. Make her yours. Tell her what you want. Get her to do it. You might learn something about yourself, and maybe even about her." She had hung up and I stared at the wall of my office with the phone still at my ear. Thinking about Missy, about Kaylee and about being with that girl and having her stirred something in me, and to my surprise I noticed that tingling sensation between my legs. I lifted them up on my desk as I was reclining my chair, starting to play with my clit as my mind was racing through all the possibilities, all the dirty, naughty things I wanted to do. Fuck her ass again, harder this time, with something bigger. My fingers moved to my own anus and slipped inside, giving me that stinging, stretched feeling. Fuck her pussy, I thought. Fuck her pussy hard, see how much she can take. I rubbed harder, faster, my labia starting to water as I moaned. And then tie her up, I imagined. Make her get down between my knees and just serve me there forever, with her mouth, her fingers, everything. To my own surprise, the thought made me cum, hard and ...

... loud, and I froze for a moment, listening intently if anyone was around who might have heard me. Finally, I put down my legs and straightened my clothes again, getting out of the office and into my car. I had found Kaylee's address in my contacts and was parked in front of her house 30 minutes later. While I was still wondering if I should go out and ring the door, she suddenly came out, peeking at my car and walking over to it cautiously. When she could see me sitting inside, she smiled and waved. She looked good, better than I remembered her. Her hair was blonde now, and about shoulder long, falling down on a light blue jersey sweat jacket, matching her pants. She wore some pink tennis shoes with it and had a similarly pink handbag slung around her shoulder. I unlocked the door for her. "Hey," she said quietly as she opened the door. "Can I get in?" "Sure," I replied smiling. She climbed into the car and I slowly drove off. "So, where are we going?" she asked. I shrugged. "Well, you wanted to meet," I answered. "I thought you might want to tell me first why." She stared for a moment quietly ahead through the windshield. "I just...," she started, then paused again. "What we did there, back in the garden," she sighed, "I've never done anything. Never done anything like that with a woman. With anyone. I mean, I've had... boyfriends... but not like that. And I thought, maybe there could be more." She looked at me sideways, smiling shyly. I drove quietly and slowly, just straight ...