All Chapters of The Phone Sex Worker : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

A few weekends ago he met up with his ex and lets just say, it didn't go well. Zach came home in tears and it took me two hours to calm him down which was when I found out what was wrong; Danny had been using him to get over pig face. How did Zach find this out? Because pig face just so happened to be in the same restaurant with his new boyfriend. Zach flipped out when he noticed and threw some cake in Danny's face - I laughed out loud at that bit - before he walked out with style."Nope, thank goodness," Zach sighed happily. "He's finally gotten the message and stopped calling. I swear, I was this close to getting a retraining order on him." He shows just how close he was by holding his index finger and thumb together, almost touching. He was about to continue when his phone rang. We both glanced over to where it sat on the coffee table."Do you think you jinxed it?" I asked, half joking and half worried. Wouldn't that be typical? Zach was just talking about how he'd stopped calling

‎"Yes, yes!" My thighs shook as I drew small circles around my twitching nub. The pressure was building like a kettle and I was seconds away from boiling over. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..."‎"Shit. Fuck,"He hissed loudly, and the moment I saw his cum spill from his cock and drip onto his thighs and shaft, my orgasm took over. I couldn't look away from him, even as my eyes watered. He must have been watching me closely too because he recognised the signs of my orgasm. "Oh baby, your pussy looks so pretty when you cum. I can't wait to feel you cumming all over me."‎I whimpered at his words, still feeling the electrifying pleasure rush though me. My hips thrust against my fingers, trying to prolong the feeling whilst my thighs clamp shut, giving me more delicious pressure against all the right places. "F-fu-u-ck," I breathed, the word sounding broken and choppy.‎I was amazed that I managed to keep the phone in position while having, what had to be, one of the most powerful orgasms of my

‎"Oh, good, so you do remember." Yeah, she's really, really pissed. "And you've given him your personal number? How do you know he's not just using you for free sex?!"‎"I care about him, Mum," I argued weakly. "And he says he cares about me too.‎She shook her head. "He could just be saying that, Sara. You know those men are only after one thing. I thought I'd taught you better than this." I could feel the disappointment radiating off of her.‎But what's even worse, I just know she's blaming herself for this. "He's not just saying it, Mum. He wants to meet me." My voice was calm, still on the quiet side.‎I was hoping that by keeping my cool, it might dissolve some of her anger.‎She laughed. "Of course he wants to meet you. He wants to use you for sex, like he's been doing all along!"‎Deep breath. In and out. "He's not using me." A small, insecure part of me wondered if she was right.‎"How do you know?"‎"How do you know that he is?" Was my lame retort.‎"Because relationships bui