“Good girl. You have the blindfold on?”
I placed the phone on top of my folded coat and pulled the blindfold on. “Yes. It’s on.”
“Play with yourself. Tell me when you’re ready for the stranger’s cock, Gemma.”
I reached down between my thighs, slipping my fingers inside my knickers. My ears strained for footsteps, for anything, but there was only Jason’s voice on speakerphone. I played with my clit like my life depended on it, small fast circles until the ache started to build. I can do this.
I could hear Jason playing, too. Just like old times. “That’s right, good girl. Make yourself wet for him. Tell me when you’re ready.”
Ready? Sweet Jesus. “Okay, I’m ready... Oh God, Jason... I can’t believe I’m doing this...”
“Slide your panties down, dirty girl. Bend over for him, I want you spread wide, pussy begging for cock. I want him to see how fucking good you are for me.”
“Oh fuck...”
Noises from the stairway. Heavy steps. I was shivering, hands propped on the toilet seat with my bare ass on offer. The door creaked open and I fought the urge to turn around. A click of a lock, and there was a man in the room with me. I could hear him breathing.
Hot hands on my hips made me jump forward, but they pulled me back. A strong grip. The strange hands kneaded soft flesh, running a wet finger down my ass crack to slide inside my pussy. Slowly, deliberately. I let out a squeak.
“Oh yes, dirty girl... fuck, yes...”
I focused on Jason’s voice, body on fire as the silent stranger slipped his thumb to my clit. It tingled, my whole pussy quivering. The rustle of a packet and I knew what was coming. He wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t fucking small, slamming his cock all the way in to the balls. They felt big against my thighs, so much looser than Jason’s. I squealed, reeling against the strange intrusion, but fuck, it felt so good. When solid hands reached for me I was ready, arching my back to give him my tits. He wrenched down my dress, and my breasts fell loose and he squeezed them and mashed them against me.
“Fuck...” I breathed. “Oh yes...”
“Tell me what he’s doing to you.”
“He’s got my tits, Jason. He’s got his hands all over me. Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
“You want him to play rough, don’t you?”
And I did, I did want him to play rough. “Yes! Please, fuck, oh yes!” The stranger responded, held his cock still, all the way inside me as his big calloused hands pressed my tits together. His fingers twisted my nipples, pulling them down low and jiggling my tits until they slapped against my belly. “Jesus!”
Jason’s voice was raspy. “I can hear you, Gemma, I can hear those gorgeous tits.”
“Yes! It feels so fucking good!”
The stranger grunted and flattened himself against my back. He had a belly, it sagged into the crook of my spine as his breath tickled my ear. He stank of lager, and cigarettes. I fought a strange urge to kiss him. The thought made me horny and repulsed at the same time.
He pulled his cock away, and slid in slow and deep, over and over until my pussy was squelching with need. I wondered if Jason could hear it.
“Tell him how good he feels in your cunt, Gemma. Tell him how much you want him.”
“Fuck, yes... you feel so good... please...”
Big fat fingers wrapped around, poking at my clit without finesse. He was rough, grinding my most tender places against my pubic bone, but I didn’t fight him.
“I want you to kiss him, Gemma, I want you to kiss him like you want him. Suck on his tongue, dirty girl, I want to hear you.”
“Oh fuck, Jason, fuck...” My stomach churned, but still I turned my face to his, opening my mouth as a big wet tongue lapped at my lips. It was sloppy, and humiliating, and revolting, but fuck it turned me on.
“Good fucking girl.”
The stranger lifted my leg, shunting me forward until my cheek was against my coat, my nose pushing against the handset on top. He raised my foot onto the toilet seat and pushed his cock into me, and he was so much deeper now, my pussy aching and clenching tightly around him. He worked my clit so hard it felt bruised, but slowly the tingles started.
“Oh shit, Jason, shit... he’s so fucking deep in me. So fucking deep.”
“Tell me.”
“Oh fuck, he’s rough, Jason, he’s so rough... and I like it... I want it... fuck I want it. Fuck, yes! Fuck me! Fucking fuck me! Please fuck me!”
I unravelled, slamming back into his thick nasty cock while he grunted and groaned and mashed the shit out of my clit. My tits slapped against the cold cistern, and my breath came out ragged, and none of it mattered, just the swell of him in that deep place, where it felt so fucking good.