The Caller Ch. 05

A few minutes later, the phone vibrated. I answered, hearing her familiar voice in my headset: "Mmh, you've been a very dirty girl," she said. I swallowed, scrolling through the pictures of myself covered in the semen of more men than I could count, more men than I had ever had in my entire life, all in one night.

"Now go out," she instructed me.

I just stared at the phone, with my cum-covered face looking back at me from the display. "I-I-I need to clean myself up first," I whispered back, surprised she didn't think of that. Were there any bathrooms here?

"No need," Missy replied cheerfully. "Tonight, we'll show the world what kind of slut you are, won't we?"

I stared at the phone like a deer might stare at the headlights of an oncoming train. I can't possibly go out like this, I thought. No, certainly not. Doing all this anonymously, and without getting seen was fun and all, but this is where I draw the line.

"I... I can't..." I replied weakly. Why did all my resolve melt away so quickly when I was talking to her?

"What's wrong? Someone broke your legs, girl?" she asked. "Come on, let's have some fun!"

Okay, it's just a quick walk across the street, and then I'll be in my car, right? Just, like, 10 yards? And it's dark. Nobody's gonna see. It won't be so bad. "Alright," I sighed, gathering my handbag and pulling myself up by the chair. My knees were still weak and hurt a little from all the kneeling, and my heels were killing me now.

I took my jacket and hesitates for a moment, not wanting to stain it with the cum on my dress. Then I called myself a fool and just put it on. It'll all go into the washer anyway.

Sneakily I opened the door. The neon-lit corridor outside the porn booths was empty, and I hurried through the store and out the door as fast as I could, not looking left or right and hoping that nobody would take a closer look at me. Something ran down between my cleavage and made its way down to my belly button, but I tried to ignore it.

Outside, I hurried across the street. It had started raining and the asphalt was slick and shiny, but luckily there weren't many cars on the road, so I made it across easily. When I had reached my car, I leaned against the door for a moment, catching my breath and fumbling my keys out of my pocket. "Alright," I said into the bluetooth, sounding maybe a little more annoyed than my position with Missy would allow. "I'm out."

"Mmh, go down the street," she said absently. "Like, it should be to your left, when you exit the building. There's a Light Rail station not far from there. Take the next tram."

I stared at my car for a moment with my mouth open, then looked around perplexed. There was indeed a station about a thousand feet down the road. "But... but... it's raining," I said. "And I'm all... I'm... I need a shower." I shuddered, not knowing what I was afraid of most - the people who hang around the Light Rail at night, or that they might see me like this.

"Okay, let me get something straight," Missy said, very slowly. "You can get out of this any time. Your call, just hang up. But as long as we're doing this, you do as I say. This is not a country club meeting where everyone has a fucking opinion and needs to be heard. This is me, telling you what to do. And this is you, doing it. If not, then just walk away."

I leaned with my back against the door of the car, clutching my handbag tight. Rain was running down my face, feeling almost like a shower, and if I closed my eyes, I could pretend like it was washing me clean. What was she doing to me? What was she trying to do? If I obeyed her, where would it stop? What other things would she tell me to do?

"Why... why?" I stammered.

"Why what?" she asked.

"Why... why are you telling me to do this?" I said with shaking voice, suddenly feeling like a child who got abandoned by her parents.

She paused for a moment. "Why do you keep doing it?" she asked finally.

"I... it makes me feel... different. Fresh, new, like... like I can be someone else for a moment and not have to play... a certain role," I replied.

"Well then," she said warmly, "then this is you not playing a role. And you've just given head to a bunch of strangers. Don't you want to know what else you're capable of?"

I swallowed, suddenly tasting the tart flavour of cum on my lips again. She was right. I wanted to know. I wanted to feel. I wanted to see what life could be like outside the confines of my comfort zone. In a strange way, my obedience to her made me free.

I started to walk, one foot in front of the other. The neon lights of the light rail station were beckoning me and through my newfound resolve I couldn't even feel the pain in my feet anymore. The closer I got to the station, the more I walked upright, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I suddenly had reason to be proud; proud of myself, proud of my womanhood, proud of my sexuality, proud of my sluttiness.

There was nobody waiting for the tram, and I felt both strangely disappointed and relieved at the same time. "I'm there," I talked into the bluetooth.

"Okay, don't worry, there's one scheduled to come by in a few minutes," Missy replied.

I sighed and resigned myself to waiting. "Hey, do you know how many cocks I've sucked?" she asked me suddenly.

"Uh, no..." I replied.

"Not a single one!" she laughed. "Isn't that strange? Well, not to me, but maybe to you. Never cared for guys, me, dunno what all the fuss is about. I mean, no disrespect, you obviously seem to enjoy them, I just never got into it, I guess."

I was confused. Was this some kind of test, or was she just trying to make conversation? It seemed an odd topic for a dinner conversation, but then again, we weren't having dinner, and I did just give a lot of blowjobs. "Yeahhh," I replied. "I... I do not mind. I enjoy it all, anything you think I need."

"Ah, don't be like that," she giggled. "Did I get you spooked? Well, sorry about that. I just can't handle discussions. Doesn't mean you need to watch your step around me now, though. And it's okay to admit that you liked it. Or that you didn't, whatever. I just had the feeling you really did."

I swallowed again. "Yeah," I said, trying to sound more confident, but actually pretty relaxed. "Yeah, I did enjoy that. It's nice, just letting it all go, just being... sexual, for a moment." I moaned gently.

"Mmh, I knew you would," she said. "And it's no shame admitting to it either. You'd be surprised what little sluts all your acquaintances are if you all would just talk about your preferences more often."

I giggled quietly, thinking about my "acquaintances". The pent-up neighbour woman from across the street? Or all my friends from church? My decent clients, just looking for a prim home for their family. It was fun, imagining them all as sex-hungry perverts for once.

Suddenly, the train rolled in. I braced myself, standing alert in front of the door as it swung open. "Get on and offer yourself to anyone who would have you," she ordered. I stared wide-eyed, but hurried to get on before it left again, without much time to think about her words.

Inside, there were only a few passengers. Two or three bums were sleeping on some of the seats, and a young woman with her headphones on was ignoring me. When I turned, my eyes fell on my reflection in the window of the train: I was soaking wet, my yellow dress clung to my body tight and became see-through in parts, showing very clearly that I wasn't wearing a bra, for instance, and if I looked closely, I could see a dark triangle where the dress stretched across my crotch. Jocelyn, if you weren't so classy, you'd look like a hooker.

I slowly went to the back of the car, where a young guy in a leather jacket was sitting. He was maybe 19 or 20, with all the attitude of a rebel, having come 30 years late to the rebellion. I walked up to him and smiled my brightest, whitest smile. "Hi," I said. "I'm Jocy."

He looked up at me, raising his eyebrows. He had nice eyebrows, I thought. Black, like his hair, which was cut in a nice, wavy style that made him look fashionable without trying too hard. "Okay," he replied, acting bored.

"Do you want me?" I asked.

"What?" he answered confused.

I leaned across his seat, making sure he got a good deep look down by cleavage, my breasts hanging full and heavy underneath me. "I said: Do. You. Want. Me?" I repeated myself, slowly and distinctly.

To my satisfaction he stared at my breasts, and so I reached over and ran my hand carefully across his crotch, feeling his pants already bulge hard at his zipper. With surprisingly nimble and calm motions I quickly unbuttoned his pants and opened them as far as I could, releasing his hardening cock from the confines of his shorts. He had a nice dick, strong and hard, not too long, but not too short, just a good sized, straight, hard piece of meat.

I licked my lips and got to work. Kneeling down in front of him, I pulled down my dress underneath my breasts, wrapping them around his cock, slick and wet, and began to rub it between them. He gasped and moaned slightly, looking around but getting more confident with me and after a moment enjoyed the treatment.

I bent down my head as far as I could, kissing hole at the end of his dick with my lips every time it pushed out between my tits, licking it lovingly from time to time. Thinking back to my time in the booth, I became hungry for cock again, but restrained myself, wanting to see if my breasts would do the trick.

And they did. After a short while, he squirted his cream up around my neck, where it ran back down onto my tits. I hurried to catch the rest of it with my lips and got a slight taste of sperm, just enough to make me want more of it. I just hope he's got it in him, I thought. I needed a real man now, fucking me like a real woman.

I smiled up at him, letting him see what little cum I had collected in my mouth and swallowed it, stroking his shaft gently with my hands. He gasped, watching me fascinated, enjoying the treatment so far and obviously up for more. His hand reached down to my breast and grabbed it, squeezing it tight and feeling its shape and weight. I shuddered. This was the first time a man touched me like that in a long while. So long that I had forgotten what it was like, what feelings it stirred in me. Hungrily, I descended on the cock again.

Sucking it in my mouth I felt him grow hard again after a minute or two, growing longer and longer down my throat while my head was bobbing relentlessly up and down. Once I had him all hard again and standing on his own, I pulled myself up. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered close to his ears. "Can you fuck me like a real woman?"

He bit his lips. I could see his mind working, trying to figure me out, when suddenly he seemed to have come to a conclusion. He pulled up my skirt and I turned around, trying to sit down on his lap so I could ride him better. He grabbed my hips, confidently now, and directed me, the head of his dick rubbing between my legs. He seemed to be more of a man than I had given him credit for.

Suddenly I paused, startled. No, I thought, this feels wrong. Is he really doing that? Without any hesitation, he had grabbed his shaft and directed it up between my buttocks, where it pressed hard against my anus, slick and wet from saliva.

I had not expected this. He was going to fuck me up the ass, right here, in this dirty train, use me like a dirty whore. God, but the thought made me turn into water, dripping out between my labia, and just as his cock split my tight sphincter open I thought: Yes! Yes, this is how I want to be fucked!

I groaned, feeling him enter my asshole, the first man to ever go there. His cock was warm and firm, not tepid and soft like the dildo, or cold and hard like the vegetables. It was a new, different kind of feeling, with new thoughts running through my head. Yes, I thought, this man is really taking you up the ass, Jocelyn. You're getting your asshole fucked, finally, finally, after all these years. And you never knew what you had been missing.

I leaned back and sat down, feeling it run all the way up inside me, filling me nice and deep. My pussy was watering like I've never experienced before, juices literally running down my labia and onto my asshole and I squealed, for joy and lust, riding him, feeling my tits bounce freely and not giving a fuck about who might see us. Let them see me! Let them all see what a good fuckslut I was! I am Jocelyn's virgin 44 year old asshole, getting fucked open in public for all to see!

The sound must've alerted the girl a few seats away, as she suddenly turned her head, looking at me. I smiled at her, continuing my ride of that wonderful hard dick, my breasts jumping with every thrust. She cautiously moved towards me. "Hey," she said, "are you alright, Miss?"

"Oh yesss..." I said, breathing hard. "Mmmmh, this is the best thing I've had all day. Or all year. Hell, all my life!"

She gasped when she came close enough to get a good view of what we were doing. "Ohmygod," she whispered.

"Mmmh, don't tell me you don't ever dream of it," I said to her. "You know you want it, you know you crave it, you know you just want to be a slut sometimes. I just act on it now." I didn't know where the words were coming from. I sounded like Missy's speech had left a lasting impression on me, and I figured she was right: Everyone might want to be a little slut, just nobody ever talked about it.

She let herself fall on a seat across from us and for a while just watched me as I held onto the back of the seat in front, pulling myself up and pushing back down onto the young man's dick, over and over again, impaling my ass on his shaft. He moaned, like he was tasting a fine wine, while his hands rubbed my nice, round, thick buttocks and guided my movements up and down, up and down, drilling his prick smoothly into my hot, tight asshole.

"Mmmmh, you like how I'm fucking your tight ass?" he asked.

"Oh yesss," I replied gasping. "You fuck me so good, just like I need it. Just like a woman needs to get fucked." I purred, as the words kept turning me on even more.

"Mmh, that's right," he continued. "A real woman needs it up the ass, while your cunt just drips open and empty down on my cock."

I licked my lips, looking over to the girl again, and to my surprise she had begun masturbating. Stealthily, with her hand underneath her skirt, but with obvious rubbing movements she was jerking herself off while watching us. That spurred me on even more.

"Mmmh, oh yes," I groaned in my deepest, sexiest voice. "My worthless empty cunt doesn't deserve getting fucked like this. It's only good for pissing."

"Oooohhh," the woman moaned. God Jocelyn, I thought, that's not raunchy anymore, that's downright nasty! Where are all those words coming from? Was it because you know that Missy's listening? Is she even still listening? No time to check your phone now, it's time to fuck!

I reached between my legs and started frantically rubbing my wet, slippery clit with my whole hand, pressing hard onto it while my ass got taken raw and deep from behind until I finally yelled with lust and ecstasy, coming harder than I ever came before. The cock in my ass became a fountain, pumping splotches of sperm high up my bowels, until my ass felt like it was filled to the brim with liquid.

I shook and shivered, holding onto the seat, afraid to fall over and laughing about how my limbs were suddenly out of my control and just started doing whatever they wanted. It took a few moments for me to calm down again, while the woman clenched her legs tight and enjoyed a much quieter orgasm than me.

Finally, I pulled myself up, feeling his dick fall out of my ass, followed by a trickle of cum as my sphincter didn't close all the way, adjusted to its girth. I closed my eyes and revelled in the feeling, having had so much sperm tonight.

Straightening my shirt, I got out at the next stop, handing out my number to my two new chance encounters before I took a taxi back to my car. I never bothered to tuck my tits back in, feeling like I owned the night, and everyone should just see me like that. I definitely had a sex deficit, but I was filling it back up quickly.