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Dirty Bad Strangers(5)

By:Jade West


It’s rare that a caller really gets you off, especially with supervisors eavesdropping at semi-regular intervals. For me there were only a couple that could make the grade. One in particular.

I kept an eye on the time as the clock approached two. My Mr One-In-Particular, Jason, wouldn’t call tonight. I’d already told him I was taking the night off. He’d grumbled like stink, telling me how Saturday night was the one night he could really unwind. Like he didn’t let it all hang out every other night. Fuck, we both did.

Jason was my secret pleasure. My dirty, filthy, horny secret pleasure. The voice that got me hot, got me wet, got me fingering my clit for real every night of the week.

I ploughed my attention into another few short calls to distract myself, faking orgasm after orgasm like a professional until my messenger window flashed at two a.m.

RS335 Sheena: I’m going to call it a night if you’re good? Should start easing up now. Thanks for your help, I appreciate it.

I smiled to myself.

RS443 Gemma: Sure thing. Sweet dreams. Catch you tomorrow.

Sheena always logs out in the early hours. She has young kids and an early start. It means one thing: from two a.m. most mornings I’m without a supervisor. Nobody listening in, nobody doing quality control over my conversation topics, and nobody to make sure I adhere to the confidentiality guidelines.

I’d been encouraging Jason to call after two for the past few weeks. Stupid, and ridiculous, but I couldn’t help myself.

I doubt he’d call tonight, though. I’d told him I was out.

I watched Sheena’s status switch to offline and settled down for my next call. It came in at 2:02. My screen took a while to refresh, leaving me without prompters when I picked up the line, but it turns out I didn’t need them.

“Who’s a dirty little liar?”

My heart sped up. “I had a change of plan.” I shifted in my seat, letting my thighs fall open on instinct. “I was hoping you’d call...”

“Bet you say that to all your callers...” His voice was so familiar, the gravelly tone thick with need. His accent was hard to place, deep and clear, with maybe a hint of cockney.

“Maybe, but I don’t usually mean it...”

“Thought you’d be throat-deep on a nice fat cock somewhere. What happened?”

I contemplated lying, but he knew me too well. It’s as crazy as it sounds, that someone you’ve never met can know you like that. He didn’t know my real name, but it turns out real names don’t mean shit. We’d been talking for over two months, a few nights a week at first, then more. So much more. Sheena had warned me in the early days, telling me to keep my hopes realistic. A lot of these mega callers go quiet after a few weeks, she said, once their phone gets barred by their network or their wives find the phone bill. They rack up a bill they can’t pay, and it takes them a long, long while to come back for more.

But not Jason. Jason just kept on coming.

I knew everything and nothing when it came to the man. All his filthy fantasies, all the dirty things that made him hard. His quirky little ways, his dry humour, the low song of his laugh. I knew all this, but I knew absolutely nothing of the man himself. I didn’t even know where he was calling from.

“I had a lovely fat cock all ready to go... but my mission was scuppered.”

“Scuppered?”

“Interfering friends.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“I could make it up to you... just give me an address.”

“You’ll get me fired with talk like that...”

“It’d be worth it, I promise.”

I wished I didn’t believe him, but my stomach was fluttering, hand already slipping down between my thighs. “Fuck, Jason... I keep thinking of all the things you could do to me...” Standard script, but this wasn’t standard. Nothing with Jason was standard.

“Tell me...”

“I dream of leaving my front door unlocked for you... how you’d come in without a sound, fuck me hard, take me like the dirty little whore I am... I’d give myself to you without ever knowing your face... that’s what I want... Fucked up, right? I was ready to fuck that guy tonight... and you know the funny thing? I was thinking about you... wanting to tell you about him... about how I’d fucked a stranger and wished he was you...”

His breathing quickened. “I could be your stranger.”

“…I think about being blindfolded, about you taking my hand and leading me away...”

“And then?”

I’d told him before, so many times. “You give me to a roomful of strangers... you watch as they fuck me... they fuck me so fucking hard, Jason... and you love it...”