Call-back

The first time she heard that distinctive ring and answered the phone for the call-back service, Karen's hand had trembled violently. She knew a strange man would be on the other end of the phone, and that he had paid to have phone sex with her. She'd had phone sex with a boyfriend or two before. But that was as part of a relationship with someone she knew. Now she was doing it with a complete stranger. For money. She remembered how she couldn't believe she was doing this. She also couldn't believe how wet she was waiting for that first call.

She was afraid it would go badly. What if he didn't like the way she did it? What if he was an asshole about it? What if she were too terrified to even talk?

But when she heard the man's voice on the other end of the line – horny, insistent, almost panting with lust – she instinctively started to grind her thighs together. She had heard that women on phone sex lines always faked it. If that was true, she was the exception. She came repeatedly and loudly, listening to him spew his filthy descriptions, as she groaned equally nasty responses. "Yeah, I'll suck it up," she said. "I'll suck up every hot little drop, and squeeze your balls and shaft and suck so hard you'll be dry!"

At first, doing phone sex had been a financial necessity. Now Karen looked forward to the calls. They were usually really hot. Sometimes a guy would call with something that didn't turn her on so much, like wanting her to Dom him. "Lick my high-heeled boots, you worm!" But it was nice, in a weird way, to help out some guy whose girlfriend or wife wouldn't do this stuff with him. And it was always a little hot to listen to the guy cum and imagine him shooting his spunk as he pounded his cock.

Tonight, Karen had arranged to be available from midnight to 2AM. She heard the distinctive ring and excitedly picked up the phone. "Hi!" she said in her most seductive voice. "I'm Sophie." (She never used her real name, of course.) "What would you like to do to me?"

"What do you look like?" the man asked. He had a sexy voice. Deep. An older man. Almost like—nah.

"I have light brown hair and big tits. Do you like big tits? I bet you'd like it if I wrapped them around your cock." Karen giggled in the I'm-naughty way she had. There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Hello?" Karen asked.

"Uh, do you have glasses?"

Karen had heard of some weird fetishes, but glasses was a new one even on her. But, hey, he was paying for it. (There was still something weird about his voice she couldn't put her finger on.) "Yeah, I do have glasses, in fact. They're round wirerims. They look very cute on me. They kind of make me look like a schoolgirl...or maybe a teacher? What if I were wearing nothing except for my glasses? Wouldn't that be sexy?"

There was another pause. "Hey, this isn't Karen, is it?"

It finally hit her what had been bugging her about his voice. "Is this...Robert?" she asked back.

"Ohmigod! Karen!"

"Robert? Ohmigod!"

"Karen, you do a—I mean you're a—I never figured you for a—not that there's anything wrong with it, I mean."

"Oh shit! Robert, I don't know how I'm ever gonna face you and Susan and your kids at the Sunday school picnic tomorrow!"

"Karen! Please, please, PLEASE! Don't EVER tell Susan about this! She'd kill me!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'd never tell! I mean, lots of guys call these numbers. It's nobody's business except yours." Karen's voice suddenly got very shy and girlish, "Oh, and, uhm, you won't tell on me either, will you?"

Robert laughed loudly, letting out the tension. "Well, how would I tell on you without telling on myself?"

Karen started to laugh too. "Yeah, that's a good point." As their laughter died down, Karen said, "Well, don't worry about this call. There's a number I can use to refund your payment. There's like a hundred other women on this service right now so I'm sure you'll find what you want."

"Wait a sec," Robert said. "Tell me if this is too weird, but...."

Karen knew what he was going to say. She thought of the thousand times she had nodded to Robert at the supermarket, or helped him serve coffee at PTA meetings. She thought of the contrast between those innocent moments and what he had wanted when he called her. She felt her thighs grinding against each other. No, no, no! she told herself. Must say No!

"I was thinking," Robert continued, "since we're both on the line...and we both agree there's nothing wrong with what we're doing...and I would never say or do anything different to you in our ordinary neighborhood life..."

Sunday School picnic! her brain reminded her. Say No, Karen! But her hips started to wriggle as she squirmed in her seat.

"...maybe we could have phone sex anyway?"

"Yes!" Karen gasped, her hand quickly darting down between her legs.

Robert's voice became guttural and insistent, like it had been when he first called: "You sound like you want it."

"I do," Karen admitted, sounding simultaneously horny and defeated. "I want it so bad. I'm already playing with myself. My cunt is already wet."

"Oh fuck yes," Robert moaned.

"Do you have your cock out? Please take it out and play with it for me."

"I am." Karen recognized the trembling sound of a man's voice when he's beating off hard and fast. "I've had my cock out the whole time. It's been hard for you the whole time. This is so hot!"

Karen was cramming four fingers into her cunt, giving her the most wonderful combination of pain and pleasure. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Just use me for your pleasure!"

"You like talking dirty for strange men on the phone, don't you? It makes you all hot and wet."

"Yes! I love it! I cum again and again, all night. It's so fucking dirty! And it's even dirtier doing it with someone I know. I love being discovered! I love that you're the nice guy I see at the park, except that you've been waiting for a chance to whip out your filthy cock and fuck some wet whore with it! You dirty bastard!"

"Oh yeah. You fucking cunt! The next time I see you I'm gonna drag you into a dark alley or a stall in the men's room and fuck you up the ass. And if you even think of telling anyone, I'll tell the whole neighborhood what a whore you are."

"You bastard! You know I want a good, hard ass-fucking, don't you? I'll give my ass to you. I'll bend over and spread my ass cheeks nice and wide, and you'll see my pretty little hand slipping back and forth between my pussy lips, getting all covered in my cunt cream."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you scream, and shoot my spunk up your ass. Then I'm going to drag you down to your knees by your hair, and shove my cock into your mouth and make you suck it clean."

"I want it! I want your cum so fucking much! I want to taste it. I want you to shove your cock down my throat so far I choke on it. I want you to use my face like a fuckhole, and not even care whether I want it."

"I want your cunt too. This one time I saw you walking home, and you were wearing a clingy skirt. The wind pushed it against you, and I swear I could see the outline of your pussy against it. It made me so hard. I went home and fucked the shit out of Susan. I thought of you the whole time I was fucking my wife."

Karen giggled her evil, horny laugh. "At the Dylan's kid's pool party last month, I kept sneaking glances at your bathing trunks, especially when you had just come out of the water. I got so horny I locked myself in their guest bathroom and rubbed one off quickly just so I could calm down."

"Really?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "I'm such a slut."

"I'm gonna jerk off on your face, you slut!"

"Yes, that's it! Tell me about it! I'm gonna cum!"

"No!"

"Huh?!"

"No cumming till I say so."

"But I'm so close! I'm aching for it!"

Robert growled at her: "I'm paying for you, and I say you don't cum till I say you can."

"Oh fuck!" Karen had never done this before. She had to take her hand away from her pussy and concentrate on not cumming. She slapped her hand against her thigh and stamped her feet with the effort.

"I'm stroking that big hard cock you want so much. My right hand is sliding the skin up and down on the shaft. I'm going nice and slow now. Taking my time. Letting it build up. My left hand is squeezing my tight, hairy balls. They're full of a load of cum for you."

"Oh god. Please."

"I'm going to shove you onto your back, straddle your chest, and blow a load of spunk all over your pretty face."

"Ohhhhhh, I can't take it!"

"You want to cum, don't you, Karen? Beg for it! Show me how sluts beg to cum!"

"Please let me cum, Robert! I'm a dirty slut who needs to cum! Let me frig my creamy pussy till I cum!"

"Ohhh, I can feel the cum slowly rising up inside my shaft. It's about to reach the tip. Oh fuck. When it reaches the tip, that's when the shaft starts spasming and pumping the cum out of my balls. Mmmm."

Karen was almost in tears. "Fuck. Cum on my face. Please."

"I'm cumming!" Robert groaned. "Cum for me, Karen! Show me what a horny slut you are!"

Karen was cumming before her hand even made it to her pussy. It was so hard it felt like her entire body was cumming.

After a few moments, she became aware of feeling cold, from the sweat that had been pouring off of her body, and of the sound of Robert panting, spent, on the other end of the line.

She smiled slightly and whispered, "Thank you,"

"No, thank you," Robert said. "Oh, Karen?"

"Yes?"

"Susan says we're short on cookies for the thing tomorrow. Could you pick up an extra package or two on your way there, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Oh, sure."

"Bye."

"Bye."