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by Anna

The Caller 08

Masturbation, public, submission, mindfuck, teasing, phone sex, mind control, domination, oral, lesbian, exhibitionism

I stared at the phone. It's been an hour since I wrote an email to Missy, and I haven't heard back from her. She usually calls me back right away, and even though an hour didn't seem like a terribly long time, it was unlike her to not reply.

I was sitting in my office, not really doing anything except stare at the phone and the wall across from it, a million different feelings rushing through me all at the same time. Thinking back at my "date" with Kaylee the night before, I suddenly had conflicting emotions. It all seemed perfectly normal and easy at the time, but in hindsight, it got crazier the more I was thinking about it.

What were you thinking, I told myself. Meeting a girl that could be your daugther, asking her to fuck you in your car on a parking lot, where anyone could've seen you... Jesus Christ, Jocelyn, where was all that coming from? And then, THEN you even come up to two complete strangers and forcibly seduce them into sex with you and your new girlfriend... Fucking hell.

While I marveled at my own courage and briskness, the afterglow of last night's encounters nonetheless started to arouse me again and while my legs involuntarily pressed tighter together, making my pussy tingle just a little bit more, my mind still called me a reckless, stupid and dangerous whore. God, I needed Missy to sort all this out.

When the phone finally rang, I almost got a heart attack. "God, I'm so glad you called," I answered it, my hands shaking.

"I... I'm glad to hear you too," I heard Kaylee say on the other end.

"Oh," I replied, pausing for a moment. Damn, I didn't expect to hear from her. Trying to get my thoughts in order and regain my composure, I finally said: "So... how are you?"

She sighed. "Not so good, to be honest," she answered. "Well, I... my mom saw us drive off together and when I got back home, she started all these questions, who you are, if I'm gay, and so finally I said, 'so what if I am'?" Her voice broke up and she paused for a minute, and when she continued, it sounded like she was choking back some tears.

"I... anyway, I think I need a place to stay, at least for a while, and maybe a job, and since you're..." she paused again, and I could hear her take a deep breath. "I mean, you're doing that, right? Helping people find homes? I was wondering if you could help me find one."

I sunk into my chair, playing absently with a strain of hair. "As a sisterhood, we'll always be there for one another," I said quietly, repeating the fifth rule I had set up just the night before, more to myself than to her. I don't know if she heard me or not, but all I heard was her breathing over the phone.

"Alright," I said finally. "Can you come over to my office..." I asked, then remembered that she didn't have a car. "Ah. Nevermind, I'll pick you up in... an hour? Two? How much time do you need?"

She sounded like she wasn't sure herself. "Uh, an hour is alright," she said. "I... should I bring my stuff?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, bring a few things," I replied, not knowing what to do with her either. "We'll sort this out."

"Fuck," I hissed as I put down the phone. "C'mon Missy, just call me back, please?" I pleaded to an empty room. I sent another email to her, saying how things have changed suddenly and that I really, really need her input.

A few minutes later, the phone rang. I held my breath as I answered, hoping for Missy, but expecting Kaylee to call again.

"Alright, what's up?" I heard the familiar cheerful sound of my mistress' voice. It sounded like she was chewing something.

"Oh thank god," I said relieved. "You don't know how happy I am to hear from you."

"Yeah, cut it short," she replied. "You said there's something up with your slut, so what's the problem?"

I explained the situation in a few sentences, trying to stick to the general facts and keeping it as short as possible. "Alright," she said finally, still munching. "So what do I have to do with it?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment. I didn't know what I had expected from her, but I had thought she was something like a friend, or a guidance, to me. "I... I don't know what to do," I admitted finally.

"Mmmh," she said, and I heard a sucking noise. "Well, okay. I don't know what to do either. It's your life, your people, your money, your home, I can't tell you what to do with it. You'll have to make your own decisions, and own up to them. And it sounds like you've started doing that already."

"But..." I said, trying to gather my thoughts. "But I have so many different emotions about it, I feel so lost. She's so young, and I'm... I'm not. All of this is new to me, I've never been with a woman. And what about her parents? Her school? I barely know her. And I don't even know what I was doing... what I was doing back there."

I suddenly felt tears well up within me, coming from a strange place of desperation and disappointment. "Okay," Missy said finally, her voice a little warmer than usual. "Here's the thing: I started something with you, and that somehow got the ball rolling into a direction where it could become something much bigger. But that's your ball, I'm not there with you, I can't influence the situation."

"What I would do, in your place, is just follow the ball, see where it goes. Take whatever happens and make the most of it. I don't have a fucking clue about what I'm doing either. I'm just doing it. And you've finally started doing something too. So go on, keep doing it, see where it goes."

I sniffed a moment, rubbing a tear out of the corner of my eye. "Can I... can I continue to... get in touch with you when I need some advice, though?" I asked, feeling like a daughter that was moving out of the home, maybe like Kaylee was feeling right now.

"Sure," Missy replied in her usual, cheerful manner. "I didn't have any plans on leaving you to your own devices. You're still my little fuckslut."

"Yes Ma'am," I replied obediently, feeling suddenly immensely comforted by that title and her words. If all else fails, I thought to myself, I'll still be her slut and she'll still have use for me. In a strange way, that thought made me feel better than anything else.

I didn't even notice that she had hung up, feeling so relieved and hopeful, my head suddenly full of ideas. Barely an hour later, I stopped by Kaylee's home. She came rushing out as soon as she saw me drive up, wearing some worn-out jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue jacket, carrying a small sports bag.

She tossed the bag on the back seat and climbed in, sitting quietly next to me. "Just drive," she said in a flat tone.

I drove on, heading back to my office. "So, what happened?" I asked finally.

"They said..." she started, seemingly emotionless. "My parents said that they don't approve of my 'lifestyle choices' and as long as I'm staying in their house, I better lead the life they intended for me."

I nodded. "Which is?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Finish college, I guess," she replied. "Get a job, work 40 hours a week, find a husband, shit out some babies, become a mum, fuck them up as good as I can and then die, stupid and ignorant, never knowing what life could've been like."

That thought seemed much too mature for a girl her age. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror, small wrinkles around my eye, a few tiny grey streaks in my black hair. Divorced, single, only now discovering my sexuality. I'm the 44-year-old that Kaylee didn't want to be, and I couldn't help myself but agree with her.

"Well," I said finally. "For the time being, you can stay at my place. We'll see how things go in the next few days." I looked at her sideways, her face motionless, her eyes staring straight ahead. "Did you come prepared?" I asked.

"What?" she replied, looking at me upset. "This is a bad time for those games, I just got thrown out of my home."

I raised my eyebrows and looked back sideways. "They're no games," I answered calmly. "They're the rules. It's because of those rules we agreed on that I'm here to help you, because we're a sisterhood. So what about honouring the other rules?"

She bit her lips but said nothing. Finally, after a while, she pulled up her t-shirt, showing her small, perky breasts, uncovered. I nodded satisfied.

Her slender fingers then opened the belt of her jeans, trying with some difficulty to get the tight pants down while still buckled into her car seat. She was still wearing a thong, but took it off quickly, and didn't bother to put the pants back on, sitting naked from the waist down besides me. I suddenly felt very proud of her.

She began to masturbate, slowly, her fingers running between her prominent labia, caressing her little joy button as she began to squirm in her seat, closing her eyes and gasping almost inaudibly. It seemed to calm her down and she stretched it out all the way until we arrived at my office, where she finally stopped, looking around surprised, as if she forgot where she was.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"My business," I replied. "Let's go inside and have a little chat."

I got out of the car and into the parking lot, walking over to her door. As I opened it, she hurriedly tried to put the jeans back on. "Tststs," I said, clicking my tongue, "there's no need for that."

She blushed crimson red and looked down, letting her blonde hair cover her face. "Y-yes, Miss," she mumbled.

I helped her get out of the car and walked her across the parking lot into the condo, smiling at the few people who stared at us as we passed. Kaylee kept her head bent down, her hair shielding her from her surroundings while her naked crotch and legs showed little goosebumps, from excitement or cold, I didn't know.

We finally arrived at my place, I unlocked the glass door and we crossed the small reception area into my office. She stood up straight and breathed relieved as I closed the door behind us and rounded my desk, sitting down in my chair. I folded my hands in front of me on the desktop and looked at her, smiling. "Well," I said finally. "Aside from us becoming roommates, what else do you think we are?"

"Anything you want, Miss," she said, keeping her chin up and looking straight at me.

"Anything?" I asked, smirking. I liked her attitude a lot, she seemed much stronger than I was at her age.

"Anything," she nodded, still standing straight. "I'll do anything."

"Well, then let me introduce you to your new place," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Get down underneath the desk."

She nodded and immediately got down on all fours. My desk was very simple, with a large glass desktop and four steel legs on each corner, so she easily crawled underneath it from the front and I could see her approach through the glass top. I spread my legs in my chair, my black pubes all damp and moist from the time in the car when my pussy was salivating over her.

I didn't need to say anything, her head moved in between my legs all by itself and soon I felt her eager tongue lick all across my pelvis, trying to reach as deep into my pink pussy as she could. Her blonde hair made a nice contrast to my dark brown skin and I couldn't help but admire the sight for a moment, before I slid further down in my seat, lifting one leg over an armrest to give her even better access to my steaming grotto of lust.

Her wet, slick tongue darted forward, penetrating my pussy deeper than I expected, licking inside me, fast and nervous, slurping in between as her mouth began to water. "Uh yes," I moaned slightly. "Mmmh, just like that."

Remembering what I liked from the night before, I soon felt two of her long, slender fingers enter my hot, dripping hole, fucking me straight and fast. Then another, and another, until I had all four of her fingers inside me again, this time with her lips sucking at my clit.

I felt a familiarity with her that I had not felt before with anyone, a common bond that made me bolder, hornier, more relaxed, and soon I grabbed at her hair while my pussy did something it never did before: It started gushing. Just a little, but with every thrust of her fingers, clear liquid began seeping out and drip onto my seat.

For a short moment I felt her trying to jerk her head back before she remembered her duties and sucked, harder than before, trying to make up for it and slurping my cunt juice into her mouth. That sent me over the edge. A whimper, getting steadily louder until it became a shrieking moan, escaped my chest and I felt my pussy convulse around her hand, as if I tried to pull it even deeper inside.

She finally jerked her fingers out hard and an incredible amount of liquid followed, gushing at her, feeling like I had to pee. Without hesitation, she tried to catch it with her mouth and sucked it greedily down, making me shudder all over my body. This little horny slut, I thought, this dirty little fuck whore was swallowing everything that came out of my pussy, while I felt like I was peeing into her mouth.

And suddenly, without knowing where it came from exactly, that thought became overwhelmingly compelling and arousing. I sank back into my seat and just let my pee run freely out. Looking down, my eyes met with hers while she opened her mouth wide, letting it get filled with my piss before she closed it again, swallowing.

She nodded, looking sternly back up at me, as if to confirm her pledge from earlier. Anything. She'll do anything.