"Have you played with your needy little cunt since we last spoke?"

That was the first thing Nelson said to me when I answered the phone at ten on Thursday evening. I should have been used to his filthy talk by now, but I still felt my cheeks reddening. 

"Once or twice, maybe," I mumbled in reply.

He laughed, almost mocking. "Did you make yourself come, Joni?"

Leaping up from my chair, I restlessly paced the small room. "No," I revealed. "I tried to in the shower, but I can't take long in there. My roommate..."

"I understand." Again, the familiar sound of a drag on a cigarette. "And what about at night when you're all alone in your bed?"

"I haven't let myself then." Twisting the phone cord around my finger, I watched as my skin turned a livid violet from lack of circulation.

"Why not?" Nelson demanded. "I've stroked my cock while thinking about you."

His words sent a powerful flush of arousal through me. I felt desire tautening my nipples and making my panties wet. 

When I didn't answer right away, he asked, "Is it because you're ashamed?"

I shrugged, though of course he couldn't see me. "Maybe a little?"

"Baby, you shouldn't be. Never feel ashamed of how sexual you are." His tone grew emphatic, as if he was determined to make me accept his advice. "Your sexual responsiveness is a gift. Some men might be intimidated by your drive; they might attempt to instill guilt in you, but you can't let them. You'll never be happy with a man who won't nurture this part of you."

I found myself nodding in agreement even while I felt I was receiving a lecture. "And what about your wife?" I dared to ask. "Is she a woman like me?"

Maybe I hoped to catch Nelson off guard with my frank questioning. Though I knew his sex life was none of my business, I wanted to put him in the hot seat for once. 

But he didn't seem at all fazed while replying, "Not in the slightest! And I love Mildred; I do. It's just that the little chat you and I had earlier this week... well, it forces me to acknowledge how much I've given up when it comes to sex. The passion, the pure lust in the act. That's gone between me and my wife now." He fell silent for a moment before adding, "It was never really there to begin with."

I had the crazy urge to defend Mildred. "A woman doesn't want to be considered a slut, even by her husband."

That made Nelson chuckle. "I believe you want me to consider you a slut, Joni. In fact, I know you do."

"It's an ugly word!" I weakly protested.

"I don't think so." Another brief pause ensued, and I imagined him lifting the cigarette to his lips. "I think it has the power to free you from your inhibitions."

I pondered his words for several seconds, then sank down on the edge of my bed. Around me, the rest of the apartment was quiet; Leah was already in her room. She and I weren't particularly close, and we made a point to respect each other's privacy, so she didn't ask me about the phone call I'd received Sunday night. Still, I sensed she was curious, and maybe even a little suspicious. Now that it had happened again, I figured her suspicion would only grow. She might even be bold enough to mention it tomorrow. I already had a plan to discourage her with a curt reply: it's merely a friend calling.

"How many men have you slept with?" Nelson suddenly asked.

If he intended to throw me off balance, his question succeeded in doing just that. "Only one," I confessed. "He was my boyfriend, and we made love the summer after I graduated high school."

"Almost two years since you've had a cock inside you?" He was incredulous. "No wonder you're aching to be fucked."

"Nelson." I spoke his name like a warning.

"Remember what we agreed upon." He sounded almost stern now, and I sat up straighter, as if being admonished. "You're not a good girl with me, remember? I want you wet and filthy, desperate for my cock. As a matter of fact, I'm going to take it out now. You've got me nice and hard already, you little slut."

I moaned, my legs opening wide. 

"Did you enjoy fucking your boyfriend?" he wanted to know. 

My tongue felt like a wad of cotton in my mouth. "I enjoyed some things," I finally admitted. 

"Such as?" 

I fell back against the bed, my nightgown riding up my thighs. "I enjoyed him sucking my nipples." I could feel the blush spread from my cheeks farther down my body, to my neck and chest. 

"Mmm, I'll keep that in mind."

Nelson's murmured promise had me easing a hand into my panties. My pubic hair was drenched. 

"What else did you enjoy?"

Thinking back on those nights, I realized I'd taken pleasure in little else. "His kisses were nice," I offered pathetically. 

"Did he kiss your wet cunt?" Nelson spoke the words through a moan.

"No!" I cried. My hand stilled above my sex. "He never did anything like that."

"Oh, but I would. I'd bury my face between your thighs and feast on you, Joni." 

He was stroking faster, building up his lust. I couldn't help but imagine him lying between my parted legs and extending his tongue. A fierce throb began deep in my core.

"Do you do that to Mildred?" I asked, reveling in what I felt to be defiance. If he could be filthy, I could, too.

"When she allows me to," he said through soft laughter. "Tell me, did you come when your boyfriend was inside you?"

I hesitated a moment. "No. It hurt a lot, and even after we'd done it a few times, I... I never had an orgasm. It was always over so quickly."

"I'd make you come," he vowed. "And more than once. You're touching yourself right now, aren't you, sweetheart?"

I let out a soft cry. Every cell in my body seemed to crave this man. I wanted his tongue and his fingers, his cock. "Yes, I'm getting closer..."

"You know what this is leading to." Nelson stated that as a fact, not a question. "You knew we'd never stop at mere talk."

My eyes widened even as my fingers kept delivering merciless pleasure to my clitoris. 

"You know I'll find a way to see you." His breathing was rapid and uneven, which made me sense his own release was near. "I'm going to take your mouth, and your cunt. You'll be a naughty whore for me, Joni. My whore." 

My moans grew so loud that I feared Leah would hear them through the wall. Yet that didn't stop me from saying, "I want you to use me, Nelson."

He made a guttural sound, raw and hungry. "You'll be my gorgeous little plaything, so eager for my cock! I'll have you begging for it."

I couldn't help but feel a flood of shame upon hearing his plans for me. To my astonishment, I learned that shame could serve as a powerful aphrodisiac. My fingers worked faster, almost punishing. "I'm... oh, God, I'm coming!" 

"I love hearing you let go!" Nelson grunted, clearly stroking at a furious pace. "I'm gonna paint you with my seed, baby. I'll make such a mess of your beautiful face!"

His obscene desires, readily spoken, sent me over the edge. My back arched and my muscles tightened; as I climaxed hard, my cunt contracted, trying to grip the cock it so desperately needed. 

Again, I listened to Nelson orgasm. He must have been tucked away in his office, far from the bedroom he shared with Mildred, for he made no attempt to suppress his groans and gasps.

Afterward, I thought of all he promised he'd do to me if we were together. Imagining it gave me a fierce thrill. Before I could lose my nerve, I said, "My roommate will be out of town for a wedding this weekend. She's leaving straight from work tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, now, that's convenient." The smile was evident in Nelson's voice. "Seeing as how you'll be all alone in your apartment, I might have to stop by for a visit."

Though my limbs still felt rubbery from the intense orgasm, I managed to sit up. "But how?"

"Simple. I tell Mildred I'm having dinner with a colleague and that I'll be late coming home."

I swallowed hard, weighed down by an onslaught of guilt. Mildred had always been kind to me. Even now, I could vividly remember the beautiful cake she'd made for my eighteenth birthday. By sleeping with Nelson, I'd be betraying her, and Martha, too.

"Joni?" Nelson said in a low voice. "You've gone quiet."

I opened my mouth to tell him we couldn't. I wanted to insist that we'd have to be satisfied with these occasional phone calls, which left us aching for more. But even before I spoke, I knew I was too weak to deny him. 

"I was just thinking," I murmured, "about how much I want to see you. And how much I want to touch you."

"I'm dying to be with you, sweetheart, but you do realize..." His voice trailed off, leaving me anxiously waiting. "I won't treat you like my friend's daughter when I'm at your place. I'm going to have my way with you; for an entire evening, you'll be my bad girl."

My breathing quickened yet again while I fantasized about Nelson controlling me. Hadn't I asked to be used? Wasn't that what I secretly craved? 

"I'll be a whore for you," I dared to whisper.

He moaned in pleasure. "When I arrive tomorrow, I want you to be wearing nothing but a slip. A white, virginal slip. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes." I'd begun trembling, my anticipation already unbearable. 

"I'm going to ruin you, Joni," he vowed. "And I'm going to set you free."

*****

The following day, I practically sleepwalked through my tasks at work. My mind was all wrapped up in Nelson, and by lunchtime, my panties were uncomfortably wet from too many dirty fantasies.

It was close to five when I turned an office corner and almost slammed into Dennis. He reached to steady me, his hands strong and reassuring. 

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out while struggling to maintain my hold on the file in my hand. "I wasn't paying attention."

"No, it was my fault," he said. "I need to slow down a bit."

Lifting my head, I found him smiling. Since he'd hired on at the company a few months ago, many of the other secretaries hadn't stopped talking about him. He was in his mid-thirties and strikingly handsome. His eyes, a brilliant blue, were often filled with mirth, and he had an easygoing nature that put us office girls at ease. Even the older married women fawned over him. Though he was sure to advance in his career, he didn't come across as arrogant.

More than a few times, I'd lain in bed and touched myself while imagining it was Dennis's fingers between my thighs. But as much as I enjoyed fantasizing about him every so often, I certainly wasn't harboring a secret crush.

And since my first phone conversation with Nelson, I hadn't thought of any other man. 

"Almost quitting time," Dennis now pointed out. As he ran a hand through his short, dark hair, I noticed he was sporting a faint five-o'clock shadow. 

"I'm certainly looking forward to the weekend," I replied, offering my own smile.

"Joni." He spoke my name quietly, as though he was about to share a secret. Leaning toward me, he said, "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight?"

While my eyes widened in surprise, his gaze grew expectant, even hopeful. 

Only a week ago, I would have jumped at the chance to go out with Dennis. Never mind the fact that we worked together, and though I didn't report to him directly, I was still considered his subordinate. I would have put all those concerns aside and said yes with barely concealed excitement.

But now? Now I would be spending my evening with my friend's father.

"I'm sorry," I said, "but I have plans tonight. Maybe another time?"

Dennis did a good job of hiding his disappointment; his smile barely wavered. "Of course. I hope you have a wonderful weekend."

"You, too. See you Monday!" 

I stood there, watching him continue down the hall. His tall, lean frame made an impressive figure, yet I admired it only a moment before heading back to my desk. Already, my thoughts had returned to Nelson.

Once I entered my quiet apartment that evening, I hurried to get ready. Too nervous to eat, I showered and then spent ages on my hair and makeup. Finally, I donned a white slip with lace trim. Studying myself in the mirror, I widened my dark blue eyes in an attempt to appear innocent. Nelson said he wanted virginal, and the slip he requested seemed paradoxically revealing and modest.

I heard his knock a few minutes after eight. Quickly, I strode to let him in, for neither of us wanted him to be spotted by a neighbor. 

Opening the door, I stood shyly before him, shifting my weight from one bare foot to the other. I never forgot the fact that I was naked beneath the slip.

Nelson was still dressed for the office, though he'd removed his tie at some point. A long moment passed while he looked me up and down, his stare hungry.

"What a good girl you are," he murmured, "doing exactly as I said. And my God, Joni, you're so beautiful."

Beaming, I opened my mouth to respond. But before I could utter a word, he stepped into the living room and descended upon me.