Telephone tag

"So you want to be my slut?" you ask the pleading redhead, admiring her petite, nubile body but keeping your face stern.

Meghan nods pliantly. "Yes sir. There are so many things that I can do for you, I don't know where to begin. You can tell me what you want me to do and I'll follow your orders."

"You can start by calling your mother," you say, picking up the handset of your phone and giving it to her.

"My mother?" she asks, holding the handset, confusion on her face.

"Yes, your mother. I need you to talk to her. Call her." She punches in numbers, looking at you as she waits for the call to be answered.

"Hi Mom. I'm just calling to say hi."

You shake your head in negation and she looks at you for instructions. "I want you to tell her what you're about to do to try to keep your job."

Meghan's eyes widen and she looks at you, covering the mouthpiece. "What am I going to do?"

"Just tell her. I want her to know what a slut you are. Tell her what you're about to do, with details. Tell her where your hand is now." You seize her wrist and press her hand over the growing bulge of your cock.

She squeezes you gently and rubs you through your pants. "Mom, I'm in Mr. Chandler's office right now, and he says he's going to fire me. No, I'm alright, just listen Mom. I told him I'd do anything to keep my job, and right now I'm holding his cock. And I'm going to let him violate me in ways I've never been violated before." As she talks she leans towards you, her breathing quickening, her hand fondling your hardening cock. You fondle her breast, popping the nipple out and tugging it gently, making her sigh.

"No Mom, no. I can't hang up, you can't hang up either, he'll fire me. I don't want him to fire me. I need him, I need him so bad."

"Tell her what a whore her daughter is. Tell her," you order as you unzip your pants and free your cock.

"You used to call me a slut and and a whore, you called me a tramp," she says as she strokes your cock, her eyes riveted to it.

"Keep talking," you order, and pull her head down towards your throbbing meat. "Keep talking, I want your Mom to hear this."

Her mouth descends on your cock, and she sinks to her knees the handset held to her ear as she sucks you, making moaning grunts as she takes it deep. You hold her on it until she starts to gag then let her up. She gasps into the phone, panting, her mouth wanton. "I'm his whore, I'm his whore, I'll do anything for him, I'm his whore forever." Her mouth engulfs you again, making purring, slurping noises as she holds the mouthpiece close to her sucking mouth.

You pull her off your cock, looking at her face. "Tell her you'll call her back when my cock is in your cunt."

"Mom, I'll call you back when he's fucking my cunt. When he's putting a baby in my slutty belly."

"Tell her thank you for your slutty little body."

"Thank you Mom, thank you for my slutty little body and my whore suckmouth. Thank you Mom," she gasps as you take the handset from her and hang up.