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Dirty Bad Strangers(6)

By:Jade West


“I’ll watch them pound your tight little snatch until you’re fucking spent, then I’ll fuck the gaping fucking hole they left... that what you want? It’s what I fucking want...”

“I want you to make me a dirty girl for you, Jason... can you hear how much I need this?” I lowered the handset and pulled my knickers to the side, letting him hear the soft, wet sound of my fingers on my clit.

His breath was ragged when I returned. “You need it rough, don’t you? Dirty girl...”

“Yes.”

“You need your cunt destroyed by two fat cocks at once, your tight little ass, too...”

My fingers sped up, teasing my swollen clit. “Would you want that? Would you share my pussy with another man?”

“In a heartbeat, I fucking swear.”

“Fuck, that’s what I want, Jason...”

“Four men... five... six... I’ll make you take them all, and you’ll beg for more, I know you will. Stretch your pussy for me, I want to hear you.”

I slipped two fingers in hard enough to draw breath. “Please, Jason, yes...”

“First time I want to fuck you myself, just you and me. You’ll be blindfolded ready, kneeling on the floor with your hands behind your head. You’ll give yourself to me, and I’ll take you so fucking hard you’ll be begging me to stop...”

“Fuck, yes...”

“You want your asshole pounded by a man you’ve never met?”

“Yes...”

“You can’t even imagine the things I’ll do to you, Lucy. I’ve done it all before... with dirty little sluts... I know what you need.” There was a tremor in his voice as he worked his cock, and it made me so fucking horny. “I’m not playing anymore, Lucy. I want you for real.”

“Jason... I can’t...”

“Fuck your tight little gash with those fingers and tell me you want me...”

I did fuck myself, bucking on the sofa with my fingers all the way inside. “I want you... God, I fucking want you... I’m a dirty whore, I know, I’m so dirty, Jason, so dirty... I want to be a dirty girl for you...”

“I’ll make you mine, dirty girl. I wanna hear you scream my name as you’re taking all that cock for me... dirty, sweaty, thick fucking meat, Lucy, all for you...”

“Yes! Oh yes!”

“You’ll open your mouth for me like a good girl, take my dick down your throat as I watch.”

“Yes, God, fucking yes!”

“Dirty little bitch, Lucy, you’re so fucking bad... I need to know you in real life....tell me what you really look like.”

Alarm bells in my stomach, Chelsea’s words raising their head.

I grasped at my failing script. “You already know what I look like... I’ve sent pictures...”

“I know it’s not you on the photos, Lucy, I’m not a total fucking idiot...” he growled. I struggled for words, my fingers still working my clit. “I bet you’re not even blonde...you don’t sound blonde. Blonde doesn’t suit your voice. No way, Lucy, that girl isn’t you.”

My eyes darted to the laptop screen. RS335 Sheena: Offline. “I’m not allowed... the rules...”

“Fucking hell, Lucy, I want to know who I’m talking to...”

My fingers were frantic, every breath matching his.

“…I want to know the dirty fucking bitch who gets me off every fucking night. The girl I spend a fucking fortune talking to.”

“I can’t...”

“LUCY!”

“Shit, Jason, shit! I have red hair, ok? I’m a redhead, with green eyes and freckles and a tight, wet cunt for you... The girl on the photo is nothing like me... I have big tits, Jason, big, big fucking tits, and I want you to fuck them, I want you to fuck me. Fuck, Jason, I’m gonna fucking come... shit...”

“Fuck...” he groaned.

“Come for me, Jason... please... I want to hear you... please let me hear you come for me...”

But I didn’t.

There was a thud, and a muffled voice that sounded like a woman shrieking.

And the line went dead.









Jason



The handset slipped from my hand as I shoved my dick back in my jeans. It clattered on the floor at my feet, skidding the battery off under the table. I cursed under my breath, darting to retrieve it.

Angry eyes stared out at me from the doorway, lips pouting and ready to let rip. “I said who are you talking to?!”

“Thought you were long in bed.”

“Clearly not,” she spat. “Who is she?”

I stared as April folded her perfect arms across her perfect tits, blowing a stray wisp of bleached blonde hair from her face. Even angry and dressed in old cotton PJs, she was pretty as a picture. Didn’t matter how perfect she was, though. The bitch did nothing for me anymore.