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Subject: {ASSM} The Phone Call (M/F, phone/talk/nosex, bi, gang, ws, scat, best, Femdom)
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***** 
This story is sexual in nature. In fact, imho, it's downright nasty
and perverse. If you don't like sex stories, or are under age 18, you
should head on down the road and find something else to pass your
time. This story is copyright 2002 by callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com.

As another author in the alt.sex.stories groups has said, we who write
thrive on your comments and recognition of what we have created. Drop
me a note at the address above (but be sure to replace -*AT*- with the
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dislike. If the latter, I'd appreciate knowing *why* you disliked it.
Suggestions for further stories considered. Enjoy the show.
******

The Phone Call (M/F, phone/talk/nosex, bi, gang, ws, scat, best,
Femdom)
by callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
Copyright (c) 2002 by the author

I'm a 40-year-old male, tall and heavyset (okay, fat), moderately
attractive with blonde hair and beard, not spectacularly well-endowed,
and I've always had a bit of the submissive in me. When I was in
college I led a really wild sexual life, the kinds of things that my
friends now would be totally shocked by but which I find myself
remembering when I jack off (which is frequently). By the time I
finished school and got out in the real world, I'd put that stuff
behind me, though I still thought about sex. Still being basically
oversexed, I began having a fantasy where I would tell a woman I know
about my past and the things I liked (and still like) to do. Then I
started using phone sex services and setting up this fantasy, and a
couple of the women I talked to added some elements that made me
really hot. I always partook of my lusty dream with a dildo up my ass
(I am bisexual and enjoy cock almost as much as pussy and ass) and
stroking my 5 inch dick.

In a nutshell, the fantasy goes like this: the woman calls and we end
up in a contest for me to shock her and for her to resist being
shocked. Of course the things I tell her get viler and filthier, and
eventually she gives up and gasps out that I am indeed a disgusting
pervert. The phone sex ladies added the idea that the woman actually
likes the things I'm telling her and I end up being her sex toy.

Which brings us to the point of my writing: This summer a really hot,
young woman came to work at the company where I'm employed. Her name
was Jill, she was 19, and she made me so fucking horny I couldn't see
straight!  We struck up a friendship, and had a lot of leading talks
and some pretty explicit conversations. I hinted at my "dark and
dangerous" past, but she just laughed and said she'd been pretty wild
up until she was about 16 and anyway I was such a nice guy...

One night about two weeks before she went back to school, I handed off
my workstation to Jill at the end of my shift. She was wearing a light
summer dress and when she leaned over me to clarify some things that
needed to be done, I had a clear view straight down the front of her
dress.

Jill is a petite, curvaceous woman, with curly brown hair and the most
adorable freckles, and a body honed by aerobics and her years as a
high school cheerleader. I now found out that she disdained underwear
because I could see her firm, round breasts and large (stiff?)
nipples, straight down her sexy belly down to the glorious V between
her legs which I was pretty sure was shaved clean as a whistle!

Fool that I am I took this sight in for about 15 seconds then nobly
turned away, finished the hand off and high tailed it for home, not
even pausing for our usual shift-change conversation. I got home,
stripped, and was in bed with a dildo in my ass and my hand on my dick
before you could say, "I want her BAD!" I slipped right into my
favorite fantasy, imagining Jill hearing from my lips how nasty and
perverted I was, hearing her gasps, and then hearing her lust-laden
voice telling me what a filthy pig I am.

I was just about to cum when the phone rang. I could have screamed! On
the other hand, the idea of building back to climax was kind of nice
so I answered.

It was Jill. She'd missed our usual talk and wanted to chat now. Of
course, I was all out of breath and she wanted to know why--had I run
to the phone? I said no and she giggled and asked if I'd been jacking
off. My cock leaped to attention and suddenly I wanted to act out my
fantasy for real.

I admitted that I was, and she wanted to know if I was thinking about
looking down her dress. I could have died, but even more so when she
said I could have enjoyed the view for longer, She was pleased I found
her to be sexy and she thought I was pretty sexy too! What could I
say? Like I said, I'm not exactly slim, in fact I'm downright fat,
even if I do have a nice face and a good personality. Here was this
sweet and sexy young woman teasing me, telling me I was sexy to her! I
started stroking my cock.

"You need to loosen up a bit," Jill continued. "Enjoy the view, you
know? There's nothing wrong with sex, and anyway, you're so damn nice
you're kind of hard to put up with sometimes."

Shit! The perfect come on to my fantasy!

"Umm, well," I said, "I told you that I'm no saint, Jill. I had my
wild days in college, and I still think about them and..." I cleared
my throat, "...and I jack off a lot. I'm not as nice as you think."

"I don't believe it," she replied, and then there was a long pause.
Finally she said, a bit huskily, "What do you think about when you
stroke your cock?"

"Are you in the office?" I asked. "This isn't exactly the kind of
conversation you want other folks to hear!"

"No, I'm at home. Work was slow and they let me leave about an hour
after you left." Well, that was all right. I had had horrific visions
for a moment of our boss walking in and hearing Jill's end of the
conversation.

"I think about the things I like," I said.

"Such as?"

I cleared my throat and stroked my cock hard. I needed that jolt of
lust to get me to throw caution to the winds. It worked.

"I love asses best, I love to fondle them and kiss them and look at
them. I love to jack-off. I'm even bisexual." There was a silence, and
then Jill laughed.

"So? That's your deep dark inner secret? You're no different that a
million other guys--or girls, for that matter. Shit, you're not any
different than ME!" I felt a raunchy thrill deep inside. Was Jill
saying she was bisexual? I flashed on Jill with her pussy grinding
into her roommate's hungrily sucking mouth.

"Oh, my thoughts and actions go a lot deeper than that. That's the tip
of the iceberg," I managed to say with a nasty chuckle.

"Don't you mean the tip of the cock?" Jill parried and my cock
throbbed in my hand. I writhed around a bit on my dildo, pushing it
back deep into my ass and thought about how sexy Jill's body was. Then
I chuckled.
 
"Yeah, good one! Look Jill, frankly, I'm not the nice guy you think.
I'm probably the nastiest pervert you'll ever meet." This was met with
loud, skeptical laughter.

"I'll never believe THAT," she replied and I knew we were into my
fantasy for real. I told her I could convince her and her response was
"No you can't." Of course I played "hard to get" and demurred but she
insisted. "If you're going to claim to be a pervert and expect me to
believe it, you better be willing to convince me," she demanded.

"Oh, I could," I replied. "Trust me."

"I do trust you, because you're so nice," she said. "That's why
nothing you could tell me would shock me or convince me that you're a
pervert." Again I insisted and she finally gave an exasperated sigh
and demanded, "Then prove it! Put up or shut up, fat boy!" Oh man, she
called me a name! Not a particularly filthy, sexy name, but I had to
grip the head of my dick firmly to keep from going over the edge.

"Fine," I said with mock anger. "You want to know, I'll tell you." So
I told Jill about my worship of asses, and how in college I'd been
known for spending hours kissing and feeling and sucking asses of
horny women. I also detailed my large collection of magazines and
videos, and my at least twice a day habit of jacking off. I even
mentioned some of the women I knew that I lusted for, and how I
imagined watching them being fucked by big, fat cocks.  "Pretty
perverted, huh?" Her response was exactly what I hoped.

"Yeah, right," she said with a hard, cynical edge to her voice. "Not a
bit perverted. Like I said, you're no different than anyone else. Nice
try."

"I'm not finished yet, Jill," I replied. Then I regaled her with my
submissiveness to sexy asses, and how I loved having firm asses
sitting on my face, cheeks spread wide and my tongue deep in the hot,
steamy anus, sucking and licking and fingering the woman's pussy. I
also mentioned how much I loved having women finger my ass, and with
more than one finger.

I was stroking hard, and bouncing on my dildo, but I slowed down since
I didn't want to cum. I told Jill I liked women dressed in leather
boots, fishnet stockings, some kind of leather belt, garter or
otherwise, and a leather bra or corset with cutouts for the nipples. I
also mentioned that a pierced navel and a nasty tattoo on her ass were
big turn-ons as well. When I paused I heard Jill let out a breath like
she'd been holding it a while.

"Well, go on," she said irritably.

"I like to shoot my cum all over a woman's ass or tits, or even her
face, and then have her make me lick it off," I said. "Even better, I
like to watch a woman get fucked by three or four guys, and suck her
clean when they get done. Like I said, I'm kind of submissive.
Convinced?" I could just see Jill rolling her eyes when she responded.

"Hardly. Eating pussy and ass, watching, sexy clothes...what's
particularly perverted about that. Sorry, lover boy, I'm not shocked
OR convinced." I grinned nastily. Now it was time for the big guns.

"You know what, Jill?" I asked, "Ever since you called I've been
sitting here, naked, stroking my little dick. And it is little, only 5
inches, not the kind of thing a hot bitch would want in her pussy or
ass or mouth. In fact, when I was in school I almost never got to
stick it in any sexy girl. My reputation was for being a licker and
sucker and watcher--and a slut."

"How so?" Jill asked, and I was delighted to tell her.

"We discovered that I loved to have my ass filled with big dildos, for
one thing. I almost always ended up on my back, sucking a girl's pussy
and ass, and she'd bend over me, giggling at my little dick as I
jerked off, and she'd shove a nice dildo or vibrator up my asshole. Of
course, my lovers would either have let me watch them getting fucked
or have come to me from getting fucked and their holes would be
dripping with cum. And it didn't take long before one hot bitch
suggested I enjoy something other than a dildo." For the first time I
heard Jill breathe in sharply. Not quite a gasp, but she was a little
surprised, I was sure. "By the way, Jill, I'm using a big, fat dildo
in my ass right now while I stroke my dick, talking to you." That was
it. She gasped audibly. But what self-control! She covered it with a
cough.

"Go on," she growled, and I was sure she was pissed that I'd gotten a
response from her.

"That bitch brought some friends over, three of them, all guys with
large cocks. My first gay fuck was a gang-bang..." I let my voice
trail off. Let her hang for a bit. When she spoke, she sounded a bit
strangled.

"And?!" She also sounded demanding.

"And I loved it, especially when they pulled out of my mouth and ass
and came on me--except for one guy who shoved his cock up my
girlfriend's ass and filled her. Of course, she sat on my face and I
sucked her asshole clean! You know, I'm really liking talking to you
tonight, and fucking my ass and jacking my dick. Pretty perverted,
huh?" Well, Jill surprised me. Her voice was level and cool when she
replied.

"Ok, a little bit. So what? Nothing really outrageous. Hell, I've
sucked my share of pussy, you know, and taken on three guys at once,
so why should I think you loving cock is any more perverted than you
loving ass?" Well didn't that just beat all? The bitch wouldn't admit
I was a pervert. Well, fuck her! In fact...

"You know, Jill, I have a great time imagining watching you getting
fucked by a whole roomful of studs--and making me clean out your
slimy, cum-dripping holes, and lick off your tits, and clean you all
up. And it would be really hot to have you standing over me, watching
me getting gang-fucked by those same studs, guiding their cocks into
my ass and mouth and watching how I suck them in like a whore. Of
course, you'd be dressed in leather and be nice and nasty and bitchy,
laughing at my little dick and calling me slut and cocksucker and
cumeater and asslicker and any other filthy name you could think of."

"Oh shit," I heard Jill say, but I didn't care anymore. The dildo up
my ass felt too good, and my dick was like rock, and dripping with
precum. I laughed and told her that and how I imagined her ass right
in front of my face, as she spread her cheeks and let loose a stinky
fart which I would gobble up just before shoving my tongue up her
sweaty, musky rectum! My reward for that was a real, honest-to-god
gasp! I was on a roll, and I let it all hang out.

"I'd be your fat pussyboy, Jill," I said in a low, guttural voice.
"I'd lay down, my body wet with cum and you'd squat over my face and
look down at my fat belly and little dick and laugh at the sight.
You'd tell me how good it was to get fucked by real men with nice, big
cocks and what a joke my little dick was. You'd even shave my crotch
so I'd know just what a wimpy, little-boy peepee I had. You'd tell me
I wasn't much of a man, because real men don't open their mouths and
spread their asses and beg for cock to fuck the shit out of them. Then
you'd hawk and spit on me, telling me what a disgusting, fat pile of
shit I am. In fact, you'd spread your pussylips and piss right in my
face, and I'd drink it all down!"

"You fucking bastard," Jill squealed into the phone. "You disgusting,
fat pervert! You are a sick, filthy, cocksucking whore!" I laughed and
jacked hard.

"Yeah, I sure am. Tell me more, bitch--or do I have to convince you
some more?" That took her aback.

"There's more?!" she asked, incredulous. "What could be more perverted
than that?!"

"How about you leading me naked on a leash, making me fuck and suck
everyone at a bar? How about your shit smeared all over me? How about
me on my hands and knees and a big dog fucking my asshole? Those are
more perverted, aren't they?"

Jill's gasping and outrage was delightful. She was practically
incoherent but what she did say brought me to the brink of cumming.
"Fat.... fucking.... gay boy ... filthy.... perverted ... pile of shit
... disgusting ... cocksucker.... pissdrinker ... pussyboy ... sick
... whore ... slut..."

"I'm going to cum, Jill," I groaned, "imagining you putting this dildo
up my ass and rubbing your ass in my face!" I guess that was too much,
because she screamed "Bastard!" in my ear and slammed the phone down.
Well shit! Talk about taking the wind out of my sails...and no climax
either. Fucking bitch! Oh well, I needed to piss and take a dump
anyway. As I got out of bed my dildo popped out and I picked it up and
took it with me to the bathroom to wash off.

When I got done I went in the living room and put a fuck tape in the
VCR, worked my dildo up my well-greased ass and began jacking
again--and then the fucking doorbell rang! Son of a bitch! I grabbed
my robe and started to pull the dildo from my ass, and then decided
that whoever it was could just live with the fact that my ass was
stuffed full.

I walked over to the door and opened it.

It was Jill. She wore a raincoat that she held open. Underneath she
wore black leather biker boots, fishnet stockings, and a leather
garter belt. Nothing else. Her body was incredible! Her pussy was
indeed shaved and she looked me up and down, then over my shoulder at
the fuck tape on TV.

She put one hand on my chest and pushed me back, stepping into the
room and kicking the door closed. She dropped her raincoat and then
reached over and pulled my robe down. She walked around me, not saying
a word, but I could see her cunt was absolutely soaking wet--my god,
had she LIKED the things I told her?

She spied the end of the dildo sticking out of my ass and she shoved
it as deep as it would go, and spoke for the first time.

"Is this what you like, my fat pussyboy slut?" She stepped around in
front of me, arched up on her tiptoes and kissed me, a nasty, wet
French kiss. "You got me so fucking hot with your perverted phone call
I knew I wanted you to be my fuck toy." Then she pushed me down on my
knees, turned her back, bent over slightly and reached back and spread
her asscheeks.

Oh, that ass! "Clean it, whore," Jill demanded. "It's nice and dirty
for you!"

It was, and I did. That was the start of an incredibly wild two weeks
full of nasty fucking. We haven't done everything I told her yet (no
gang scenes so far), though she did share me with her roommate, which
was wild. And the last night before school she asked very softly if I
could get off just fucking her, and we discovered that we both
could--though we won't be doing it as a regular thing since our
perverted games are a lot more fun.

Anyway, we intend to get together as often as possible now that she's
gone back to school (it's only two hours away). And if we can't be
together in person, there's always the phone.

THE END

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