The Ladies Circle

Note that all characters in this fictional story are well over 18 years of age.

"Open wide please, Mrs Cunt." I whispered in the ear of the elderly lady I was speaking to on the phone.

"Oh you are always asking me to open wide for you Mr Cock." She sighed, and I just knew she was obediently parting her legs.

"Well how else can I examine you if you keep your legs closed Mrs Cunt?" I replied.

"You are so naughty Mr Cock, always wanting to look at my cunt."

"And you always want to show me your cunt, so switch on your loudspeaker and your video camera for me now."

I peered at my phone screen, as her video camera opened to reveal her in a standing pose, with one hand holding up the hem of her skirt. Then the image changed as she positioned the phone underneath her skirt to give me a clear view between her parted thighs.

"I removed my panties for you, so you should be able to see my cunt Mr Cock?"

"Yes I can see your bare cunt quiet clearly now, thank you."

We fell silent for a long time as I gazed entranced at the view up her skirt, while leisurely stroking my exposed cock.

Some time later my screen went blank, and I realised why when the faint hum of her vibrator confirmed she had laid the phone down to pick up her vibrator instead. Then our conversation resumed.

"Of course you know that I would like to do much more than just look at your cunt, Mrs Cunt?"

"Oh, and what more might that be Mr Cock?" She asked with a smile in her voice.

"Well for a start I would like to make your cunt all nice and wet."

"Oh, and how would you do that Mr Cock?"

"I would begin by teasing your cunt with my fingers. Then I would lick and suck your clit, until your pussy is nicely moistened with your cream. After that I would stroke the head of my big cock up and down your cunt lips, before gently sliding it deep inside you Mrs Cunt."

"Oh, that sounds really lovely Mr Cock, but you surely don't want to fuck an old woman like me?"

"I do indeed want to fuck you Mrs Cunt."

"So a young man like you with a big stiff cock, would fuck an old woman who is old enough to be your mother?" She panted.

"I would love to fuck you with my stiff cock Mrs Cunt, but only if you wanted me to."

"I must confess that I would love you to fuck me Mr Cock. And you know you can do anything that you want with me, including the things that you mentioned the last time we spoke?"

"What was it I said, Mrs Cunt?"

"I recall you saying that you would love to finger my puckered rose hole, before fucking me up my bottom. Would you really do that to me Mr Cock?" She asked breathlessly.

"I would, if you held your bottom cheeks wide open while I teased and fucked your rose hole. Would you do that for me Mrs Cunt?"

"I would certainly like to try it, but might your cock be too big to go up me there?"

"Not if we lubricated your bum hole well, before my cock penetrated you."

"Oh, the thought of being penetrated by a young man's cock is very exciting." She panted and I could hear the hum of the vibrator change, as it slipped in and out of her pussy.

"And of course I would have to fuck your cunt, before I fucked you up your bottom."

"OH, OH, OOOOOHHHH Mr Cocks." She suddenly yelled and groaned loudly in my ear.

I waited until her breathing had slowed to near normal.

"Have you just cum Mrs Cunt?" I asked.

"Yes I have Mr Cocks, thanks to you putting all those naughty thoughts in my head with your dirty talk." She panted.

"Well it's always a pleasure to share these dirty talk sessions with you Mrs Cunt." I said.

"And it's my pleasure too, as you well know you very naughty boy."

"I'm so glad that you enjoy our little chats Mrs Cunt."

"I do indeed Mr Cock, and I'm not the only one as I've met another lady who may be interested in having chats like this with you."

"Tell me more."

"Well, she recently joined my yoga class, and during a conversation with her she revealed her urgent need for sex. She is a married lady who doesn't want to be unfaithful to her husband, so I suggested that a naughty phone call with you might be what she needs.

"And what have you told her about me?"

"Only that you are a young man with a filthy mind, and that you are willing to help ladies masturbate to orgasm on the telephone."

"What age is she?"

"She must be in her late 50s or early 60s, like myself."

"Ok give her my phone number and ask her to call me after 7.00pm any evening this week."

"Thank you I will, and I just knew you would be eager to help a damsel in distress. Goodbye for now Mr Cock, and thank you for our chat." She laughed.

"You're very welcome and goodbye until next time Mrs Cunt." I said as I disconnected.

I should explain here that Mrs Cunt is one of a select group of ladies who phone me when they feel the need for a private and very personal chat. Some of them like to engage in romantic fantasy talk while others, like Mrs Cunt, prefer dirty talk to help get them off.

Whilst most of these ladies appear to be prim and proper, I can reveal that behind their respectable facade they may have hot sexual desires that can be assuaged by indulging in fantasy talk with me as they masturbate.

I ought to introduce myself at this point I suppose, by telling you that my name is Roger Cox, a 38 years old Physiotherapist who is in contact with a number of my older female clients that I met in my professional capacity. Several of these ladies have since chosen to join the very select telephone group that I mentioned.

The following Wednesday evening after my chat with Mrs Cunt, I was relaxing after dinner in my apartment with a coffee and liquors, when my phone rang and I went to answer it.

"Hello, Roger Cox." I said.

The caller didn't speak but I could hear their faint breathing, which made me wonder if this was a scam call. Although it could be the lady that Mrs Cunt had mentioned, so I waited for a little while longer before I spoke again.

"Take your time, there's no hurry." I murmured reassuringly.

Then after another long pause I heard a hesitant female voice say.

"Hello Mr Cox, I happen to know a friend of yours in my yoga class, who suggested that you might be able to help me with a problem." She said quietly.

"Ah yes, I was expecting your call, and thank you for making contact. I must say that since I know very little about your problem, I would need a little more information if you want me to help you."

There was another long silence except for her soft breathing then she eventually murmured.

"I happen to have a Daddy fixation that I would like to explore with you, Mr Cox."

"And does this fixation involve having sex with your Daddy?"

"Yes it does Mr Cox." She whispered after a long pause.

"That information is very helpful and thank you for it. Now before we continue I must ask that you call me Mr Cock and you must have a naughty name too. So would you like to be Miss Tits, or would you prefer to be called little Miss Cunt?"

"Oh dear, I'm not used to hearing or using that C word but since I'm here to act out my fantasy, I suppose either is ok to use."

"So how would you like us to begin, and be as explicit as you can please?"

"Well in my fantasy I am Daddy's little girl, who secretly wants to fondle his big cock like Mummy does.

"And would Daddy's little girl like him to fondle her too?"

"Not straight away, but maybe later." She panted as forbidden images flooded her mind, just like they must have done many times before.

"So imagine now that I am Daddy and you are my little girl. What would my little girl want to say to me?" I whispered.

"I've often wondered what that bulge is in your trousers Daddy?" She murmured in a little girl's voice.

"Well why not just touch Daddy's bulge and see for yourself?"

"Would you mind if I did Daddy?"

"Not at all my angel and I'll stand up to make it easier for you."

"Oh thank you Daddy. Now I'm reaching out to touch and squeeze your bulge and it feels so big and hard." She lisped in her little girl's voice.

"Would my little girl like me to take it out so she can see and perhaps fondle it?"

"Oh yes please Daddy." She murmured.

"There now, I've opened my trousers and brought it out for you to play with it."

"Oh my, what is this big thing called Daddy?" She whispered.

"Daddy calls it his cock, sweetheart. Do you like touching it?" I groaned, as I began stroking my exposed cock.

"Oh yes Daddy, I love it." She panted.

"Your cock feels lovely and smooth Daddy, but it's so big and stiff that I need both hands to hold it."

"Try fondling and squeezing Daddy's cock while you work it up and down between your little hands darling."

"Like this Daddy?

"Just like that." I gasped, while I continued frigging my throbbing cock.

"You mustn't tell Mummy that I said this, but she likes to suck Daddy's cock like a lollypop. Would you like to try doing that too?" I whispered.

"I'll try Daddy, but it's so big I wonder if it will go in my mouth?"

"Try it darling, open your mouth really wide for Daddy's cock." I said.

In the silence that followed I could hear her heavy breathing, and the tell tale buzz of her vibrator.

"This is lovely Daddy. Can we do it again whenever we are alone?"

"I would like that very much, my sweet." I murmured.

I could hear her breathing become loud panting then a series of little squeals that soon grew to a loud scream.

"Oh God, I'm CUUMMMIIINNNG." She suddenly yelled in my ear.

I waited for her to calm a little before I spoke. "Well did you like that little Miss Cunt?

"Oh God YYEESSSSS I needed that so much." She sighed.

"And will you be calling your Daddy again anytime soon?" I asked.

"Of course I will Daddy Cock." She laughed.

"Before you go, I thought you might like to know that some of my callers tell me their fantasies become more realistic if they dress up for the part, and you might wish to do the same."

"In the meantime of course, you mustn't tell Mummy what we've done as it must remain our little secret." I said.

"I promise not to tell Mummy, and I'll have a think about dressing up as you suggested Daddy." She laughed.

"Goodbye Daddy and thank you so much for your help."

"I look forward to your next call darling, so goodbye until then." I said as I disconnected the call.

The End.