Phone Sex Escape -3-

Disclaimer: This was my November Novella and at one time I was going to submit it for a book, but honestly, it’s too much work self publishing. One day a week I will post another chapter of the story of Johnathan and Haven. Enclosed is graphic sex, violence, sexual abuse, and domination. Enjoy.

Three

Haven

It took me three days to get the courage up to call the number on the website. I fought this internal demon that doing something like phone sex is cheating. If I don’t touch myself, then it can’t be wrong. All I want to do is make enough money to get the hell out of this marriage and take care of myself without my father’s help. Not that he would even help me at this point. He was the one who forced me to marry Johnathan. 

I waited until my husband left for work and the household staff was busy before making that call. Honestly, I was so scared that I made the call from the inside of the car. Of course, the care is still in the garage, but I knew I would be safe there. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would even consider working in the sex industry, but this was to save my life, not my soul. Also, I am a little excited to explore things out of my comfort zone. Being with only one man is hard. I don’t even know different levels of kinks. 

Looking down at my cell phone, I slowly pushed in the number to the top-rated company. I was shocked the moment the woman answered the phone and hung up quickly. I was scolding myself the moment I did. 

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby. Just talk to the woman,” I said. 

Sinking in the seat, this time when the woman picked up the phone, I spoke. I have to admit this was the oddest conversation. 

“Lusty phone babes,” she said.

Clearing my throat, the woman on the other side of the phone could have been anyone’s mom, but thank god, not mine. 

I stumbled for words before letting it all come out in a river of vomit. “I need a job. I’ve never worked before, but I’m over 18, and I know I can do it well. I need to get a divorce and need some money right away,” I said. God, why did I say all that? This woman didn’t know me or even care that I was in an abusive relationship. I have never overshared my problems with anyone, but then again, since I was married, I have not been allowed to have friends. 

“Whoa, slow down. I would love to help you, but I need you to know this isn’t easy, and there are many taboo things people talk about on the phone. Can you handle that?” she asked. 

Without a second thought, I told her yes. She agreed to send me all of the information about the job, the paperwork, and the contracts. I would need to fill all this out and fax it back. Faxing them would prove to be another hurdle. My husband has a machine in his home office, but he locks the door the moment he leaves for the day. I’m sure there is something he is hiding in there, but honestly, do I care? I hope he is cheating on me so I don’t have to fuck him anymore. What wife in her right mind would encourage the man she married to cheat? Anyone who married a man like Johnathan St. Cloud. 

I need to get out of the house to get all of this done. The plan was that I would go shopping for a gift for my father’s upcoming birthday, and while out, I would find a cyber cafe. 

“Maria, I’m going to the mall. My husband knows, and I will be gone for a few hours. Please don’t make me lunch,” I said. Maria is the housekeeper and my babysitter. If I so much as sneeze, she is on the phone to Johnathan. I swear that woman will be the death of me one day. I won’t say I hate her, but if she suddenly fell out a window, the only thing I would be worried about is a broken window to clean up. 

“Yes, Ma’am. I will tell your husband you took the car to the mall. I will have dinner for you and Mr. Johnathan when you return,” she said.

Maria was on the phone before I could get out of the door. I’m sure she is telling my husband I was in the garage, and then I went to the mall. Sometimes I wonder if she has a little crush on my husband. 

Forty minutes later, I sat in the middle of the cyber cafe filling out all the paperwork to get my very first job. Thankfully Maria didn’t notice my laptop went with me when I left the house. I’m sure once she figures that out, my husband will comb through this thing with a fine-tooth comb. That’s why I am dropping it off at the shop to be reformatted. All he will know if I got a virus from online shopping. Believable? It is when that’s all Johnathan thinks I do during the day. 

All my paperwork was faxed back, but then came the hard part. I still had to find a gift for my father. It would ensure that Maria and Johnathan believed the lie that I told to leave the house. I opted for a new Rolex watch. Not only was it expensive, but it was something my father enjoyed. He was a man of class, and a five thousand dollar watch is considered appropriate. The shop even gift-wrapped it for me, another thing I wouldn’t have to do. The day proved to be better than I thought, but I was scared to death to talk about sex with a stranger. I didn’t even speak sexy with my husband. 

Later the evening, after my husband retired to his office, I locked myself in the bathroom, slipped into a scalding hot bubble bath, and watched porn for the first time. Leaning back against the oversized tub, I turned the sound down on my phone and logged in to pornhub. 

“Oh my god, how many different things are there?” I whispered. I had no idea that there were so many different types of adult movies and fetishes out there. I would be the best little phone sex girl I could be. Watching these dirty movies is homework for my new career, or that’s what I told myself. It wasn’t until I found the ones with the two girls did I realize one thing. I’m turned on more by women than by men. Big bouncy breasts, tight asses, and bald pussy’s. God, what’s wrong with me. I’m not a lesbian, but I found myself rubbing my pussy and thinking about eating another woman out. 

Eyes closed, I imagined a pussy tasting like the last peach of a warm summer. Plump, smooth, and tiny dribbles of nectar seeping from the beautiful flesh. Though this is just a dream, my mouth watered with excitement. Moving my fingers up and down my tight slit, the moment my nail grazed my clit, I almost dropped the phone in the water. What the fuck was I doing? I was fantasizing about my tongue pushing between the soft lips of another woman and having her honey coat my lips with a creamy gloss. 

“Fuck,” I whispered. 

On the scream, the woman pushed her tongue into the other woman’s pussy, both of them screaming from pure pleasure. It was at that point that I wondered what it was like to be with a man. Sadly, the only woman I knew was Maria, and she would tell my husband if I so much as touched her. I need to make her do it first. 

I pushed a finger inside of myself, fucking my tight little pussy right there in the bath. Right when I was on the verge of cumming, a loud knock on the door made me yelp out. 

“Ms. Haven. Your husband is ready for bed. He said for you to hurry up in the bath. Can I come in and help you with something?” she asked. 

Panting, I dropped the phone on the carpet beside the tub. I called out, “No. Please go away. I will join Johnathan in the bedroom.”

As the footsteps faded away, my hands went back to my pussy, forcing three fingers inside of myself, pushing in and out until I was cumming. Whimpering, I covered my mouth, cumming with a force that I had never before felt. It was freeing to cum because I wanted to, not because my husband told me I had to. I slipped under the water, holding myself below until my lungs screamed for oxygen. Thankfully the water washed away my sins of the day, and Johnathan should be sound asleep before I even crawled in bed. I pray for that, at least. Having to fuck him twice in one day would be impossible. Johnathan St. Cloud disgusted me, and the moment I can leave, I am never looking back. A new life awaits me, and I damn sure am going to find it. 

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