The Caller 01 - Sex Stories

The Caller 01

... 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 ...