Not An Obscene Phone Call

Helen was a very successful Corporate executive and had been for some years. At 50, she was a stunning beauty, Graceful, elegant, and always stylish. She led a very solitary life, had no time for dating, and turned down dozens of suitors.

Helen was raped in her twenties, wanted little to do with men after that, and had significant trust issues. She was never attracted to women, so her life was rather sexless and barren.

She left scarcely any things left undone at work, so her days were always long. Finally, reaching her penthouse, she kicked off her shoes, put up her lovely legs, and sipped her favorite scotch. In a very relaxed mood, she picked up the phone when it rang.

"Hello lovely lady, I hope you are well." came the soft, mellow tone.

Normally, she would have just hung up, but she liked the sound of the voice. "And just what are you selling."

A soft, gentle laugh in response, "just wanted to say hello to an intelligent, kind person."

Sipping her drink, "Is this going to end up like an obscene call?"

Again the engaging, warm laugh, "only by special request."

She chuckled in response and suddenly realized she hadn't laughed in some time. They ended up in conversation for some time. Helen was so absorbed in the conversation she missed the news, and it was time for an evening shower. She reluctantly said goodbye and hung up without getting a name.

The following evening she wondered if he would call again, fought the idea that he was after something. He did call and, in short, order had her giggling like a schoolgirl. Again, they talked for hours. This went on for weeks. When he didn't call her, evenings went by slowly, and she still didn't know his name.

Eventually, the subject of her rape came up, and she felt very comfortable talking with him about it. As the conversation progressed, he got her to express her shame over the fact she orgasmed during the rape. He led her to explore exactly what it was that turned her on enough to orgasm. She finally realized it was the humiliation and helplessness that did it. After hanging up, she felt refreshed. She had never admitted to herself how she was affected.

In the following weeks, their talks got more intimate. She realized she was getting aroused by the conversations. She asked if he felt the same, and once he confirmed that he was aroused, she made a special request for an obscene phone call.

"Are you in your robe, sitting in your fav chair overlooking the skyline?"

"Yes"

"Then open your robe."

"Wait, let me close the curtains," she replied

" No, leave them open, do as your told."

"Yes," she replied

"Now, take the panties off."

She couldn't believe she was doing it as she slid her panties off and, following instructions, opened her legs and began to finger herself. She was so incredibly wet. The orgasm came quickly and repeatedly.

"That was so good.: she panted into the phone."

Two nights later, the call came.

"Are you in the living room naked?"

"Gasp, no, "she answered.

"Then strip and go stand in front of the window and get yourself off."

Exposing herself like that was something very new and intoxicating. Again, she had very little trouble reaching a climax. During the following days, she spent more and more time walking around naked in her penthouse.

"You need to wear some shorter skirts and tighter blouses" came as a new suggestion.

She followed up on the suggestion. She was liking him taking charge and coming up with things. Not only that, but she really loved the looks she got in the tight blouse and shorter skirt. By the time the end of the day was over, and she rushed home for her phone call, she was already slightly aroused.

Finally, she blurted out, I still don't know your name. What do I call you?

Again that laugh that she had learned to love so much, "you can call me master."

She stammered and sputtered, trying to get out a response.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Yes, master," was her response.

"Tomorrow at the board meeting, no panties."

Just the thought of going in there running the meeting with no panties on made her so hot. She was sure she could feel her fluids running down the inside of her legs.

After the meeting, she hurried to the lady's room and fingered herself to orgasm.

That evening, she told him of her hot experience.

"Helen, have you ever sucked cock?"

"Yes, when they raped me, they made me suck them."

"Did you swallow?"

"Yes," she replied, stammering.

"Well, tomorrow is Saturday. I want you to go out, and by the time you come home, I want you to suck a cock and swallow.

She started to protest.

"The proper answer is yes, master."

"Yes, master," She replied.

She was told where to go and when to be there. It was a small book store. She noticed to men inside. One of them called her name and motioned her over. She stood in front of him, and he unzipped his pants while his friend locked the door. There was no conversation as she sank to her knees and immediately had a cock rubbed in her face. After coating her face in pre-cum, he shoved the tip of his cock in her mouth while he stroked it, pumping pre-cum into her mouth. This was making her so hot, she began sucking as he started fucking her mouth suddenly. He flooded her mouth with cum, forcing her to swallow it. She looked around. She wanted more, she looked at the assistant. He walked over and fed her his cock. It was much longer than she was used to; she managed to get it down her throat with his instruction.

She had to ride home with cum taste in her mouth and a sore throat. When she received her evening call, she almost bubbled over telling her story.

"So you enjoyed being a cocksucker?"

"Yes," she replied enthusiastically.

He laughed in his deep rumbling laugh, "I set you up with one you did two, perfect."

They discussed her excitement being on her knees sucking a strange man's cock. She really enjoyed it. They talk till the wee hours of the morning. As she dressed for work, she put on her newer clothes. Looking in the mirror, she looked and felt sexy for the first time in thirty years.

A week later, she was directed to a motel and given a room number. She gathered her courage and knocked on the door; three men were inside and a king-sized bed. She froze. A gentle but firm hand was placed on her shoulder, then the familiar voice.

"Don't be afraid. It would help if you had this. I will keep you safe." as his huge hand pushed her into the room.

The men all smiled at her, Jeff. The apparent leader asked if she would like to undress. The youngest of the three came over and gave her a passionate kiss. As he kissed her, he placed his hand on her ass and squeezed, and she returned his kiss. Someone was behind her, kissing her neck. She moaned lightly, then began undressing. The three men were undressing as well. Soon they were all naked.

Jeff gently sat her on the bed; the younger man knelt before her, pushing her legs open. He leaned in and kissed her mound; she let out a gasp and leaned back, spreading her legs wider, he began licking her slit. The other two guys sat on either side of her, kissing her neck and squeezing her tits. She moaned and gasped. She experienced a fantastic orgasm.

She was placed on her knees and dog fucked with a cock in her mouth at the same time. There was no gentle touch now. This was raw fucking. They double-poled her and had a cock in her mouth at the same time. Helen lost all track of the number of orgasms. Whatever, however, they wanted it, she obliged. They went on for hours. The men seemed tireless. She fell asleep and didn't even hear them leave the room. She was so tired and felt so good, they had hit on every single hotspot on her body.

She struggled to wake up. She was so exhausted. She was surprised to see the master sitting there.

A gentle laugh then, "see, you did just fine. I think you are ready to go out and meet the world now."

"As your sex slave?"

"Where did you get that," he asked?

"Well, you told me to call you Master."

Again the laugh, she felt the special tingle. "That's my name, you don't remember me at all, do you?" He studied her long, lanky, beautiful naked body. He knew he was in love.

"No should I," looking deep into his eyes, unmindful of her nakedness.

Actually, its Detective lieutenant James Master. I was a rooky detective on your case, the worse I've seen. You were so tough, so strong. Somebody told me about your present circumstances. How successful and yet reclusive you were."

"I thought I knew why, and I hatched this plan."

"Why," she asked quietly.

Rather shyly, "because I love you." he answered.

"And I love you, and I want to be with you."

He held out his arms, and she slid into them. Hopefully, they lived happily ever after.