All Chapters of The Phone Sex Worker : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. "Wow". You're so good." My hand was practically swimming in my own cum.‎‎"Your hard little nub doesn't stand a chance against my lapping tongue and I have you gushing into my mouth in under ten seconds."‎‎I had absolutely no self control. I didn't want to cum yet but I found myself pushing the palm of my hand against my clit as I fucked myself. I was so close, I knew that I'd cum if I gave one last thrust and while I desperately wanted this to last, my hand seemed to have a mind of his own and before I knew it, I was going over that cliff.‎‎"Ohhh my, Julian!" I squeaked, rather embarrassingly, in utter bliss. My thighs shook around my hand and I desperately rocked my hips against my fingers, trying to prolong the feeling.‎‎"Did you cum?" he asked, both amused and proud of himself. "You didn't give me much choice," I argued weakly, tiny waves of pleasure still shooting through me as I had yet to move my hand.‎‎"Hey, I'm not complainin

Gulping, I knew I'd have to face her eventually if she was calling to confront me about that. At least if I answered it now, I had Zach for emotional support.‎I took in a breath of courage and answered the call before placing it on loud speaker.‎"Hey," I greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible.‎"Hey, baby," she greeted back, sounding perfectly happy. I relaxed at the sound. "How's everything going?"‎"Great," I responded, probably a little too enthusiastically. "Zach's here too."‎"Hey Jane," Zach called out sweetly.‎"Hey handsome," was her reply. "You two behaving yourselves?"‎"Yes, Mum," I answered with a jokingly sigh. Plot twist, I wasn't being sarcastic - she actually was my Mother. Crazy, huh?‎ "Mm, why don't I believe you?" She laughed lovingly. "Anyway I got to make this quick since I'm on your work phone..." she trailed off pointedly.‎Hint taken. "You know I don't use my other phone much," I replied with a slight shrug while Zach laughed under his breath.‎"Anyw

The visual is too much. My thighs quivered and lips parted. All I could do was breathe and listen to his words, completely immersed in the world he'd painted for us. My wet fingertip continued to stroke my pulsing clit.‎He didn't wait for my response. "I forcefully part your thighs using my legs and pin them open. I watch as your beautiful, soaked pussy opens because of it. Your cunt is begging to be touched even if you deny it."‎"Please," I managed as I sped up my finger and brought a second one into play. A mini orgasm jolted through me, causing me to whimper.‎He chuckled at me. "Knowing want you really want, I drop to my knees and trap my head between your thighs before you can try to close them again.‎My tongue wiggles it's way between your juicy cunt lips and finds your precious clit. You buck your hips but I'm stronger and use my fingers to keep your pearl exposed to me. I lap at you, the tip of my tongue fluttering over you again and again."‎I could really feel it now. I w

‎I had to admit, the fake breasts she brought five years ago looked fantastic in that shirt. I was almost jealous of her. They looked better than mine.‎Zach, meanwhile, was topless with a pair of leather pants covering his bottom half. He looked amazing. His hair was messy like he'd just had sex and he was debating with my mother whether or not he should use some some eye liner to make him look more dark and mysterious.‎I was still firm with my decision to stay out of the photo shoot. Even though I wouldn't have to be naked, I didn't like the idea. People could recognize me; friends from school; old work colleagues; that bitch who stole my favourite hair clip in my swimming classes when I was a teen. The thought of any of them knowing - or worse, judging - what I did for a living made me die a little inside, despite me knowing in my heart it was nothing to be ashamed of. I was just too sensitive, I guessed.‎My phone vibrated in my hand, signalling an incoming text, and I glance dow

I knew I should have responded to Julian but I was seriously too busy freaking the fuck out.‎He knew what I look like. That was bad. So very bad. Why exactly this was bad, I was not sure. But the black hole feeling in my stomach was telling me so.‎He thinks I'm beautiful, a much more calmer part of me thought blissfully. Without make-up. Yes, okay, that I was very happy about. But it was still bad...right?‎Gnawing on my bottom lip, I tried to think clearly. So what if he knows what I looked like? It wasn't like he could track me down with just an image. I mean, yeah, okay, he also knew my first name but I didn't have any kind of social media so good luck there, buddy!‎Come on, really, Sara?‎I shook my head at myself. I knew Julian wouldn't do anything like that. I was just freaking out and thinking irrationally. He was a good guy and I trusted him. If I didn't, I wouldn't have given him my real number.‎Breathing in deeply, I lifted my phone up to my face and read his messages ag