The Caller - Chapter 02 - Sex Stories

The Caller - Chapter 02

... 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 finally yelled, 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 pisshole 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 ...