Free Dirty Bad Strangers by Jade West Page A

different, more invasive... something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but he was all the dirtier for it.
    “Yes, please... please, Jason... that’s what I need...”
    “I’m going to bury myself between your gorgeous chunky thighs and suck your fucking clit until you squeal, but right now you’re going to play for me.”
    My fingers found the spot, and I folded forwards, mashing my tits into the carpet as I played for the stranger on the line.
    “Stretch, Lucy... stretch that slurping fucking cunt...”
    I slid in three fingers, gasping for real at the intrusion. “Fuck, Jason...”
    “More, Lucy. Now. I want you knuckle fucking deep.”
    I was wet. So fucking wet. “Four fingers is so tight...”
    “Push yourself, dirty girl, I want to hear that snatch.”
    I jammed my fingers deeper, giving myself to his instruction. My face was pressed to the floor, balance toppled, but it didn’t matter. He must have heard my grunts as I stretched myself for real, must have registered the truth in my panting voice.
    “Come for me... that’s it... show me what a good dirty girl you are.”
    “Fuck, it hurts...” I groaned. “It feels so dirty.”
    “You’ll know pain, Lucy, when a roomful of dick splits you open. Give me your fucking address.”
    Knuckle deep in my own wet pussy, flicking myself off to some stranger on the phone and loving him for it... this was crazy fucking shit.
    “I want to be there now... now, Lucy... I’ll come right over, find your cunt nice and ready for me...”
    I was tempted... so fucking tempted...
    “Now...?”
    “Right now...”
    “I’m south east of the city... it’s a long trek from Surrey...” Jesus this was mad. Fucking mad.
    “I can be there in forty minutes, Lucy. Forty minutes and I could be fucking your brains out all night long. Let me come fuck you, dirty girl…”
    I pictured a stranger at my door, about to find me with my fist wedged inside my pussy and my chubby arse bared wide for him. “Oh, God, Jason. I want you to fuck me, all night long…”
    I was lucky I hadn’t muted the laptop, lucky enough to hear the ping of messenger. Fuck. I scrabbled across the floor to get a better look.
    RS337 Sheena: You there, Gemma? System pinged me, said we have an unscheduled log in - I thought you were out tonight?
    “…Lucy? Tell me how to find you.”
    RS443 Gemma: Sorry, must have got my wires crossed. I’ll log off now.
    “Are you typing, dirty girl?”
    “Shit, Jason, I’m not even supposed to be on here. They’ll check on my line any minute, please hang up.”
    “Hang up?” he laughed. “You fucking serious?”
    “Please, Jason... Quick!”
    “Just tell me, Lucy, tell me how to find you.”
    RS337 Sheena: Is that caller pestering you? Boot and blacklist him.
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
    “It’s a ruling we have here... part of the telecoms services legislation. Regulation six five three. Understand? Six five three.”
    I held my breath, until I heard the dead tone.
    I hoped he did understand.
     
    ***
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Jason
     
    So infuriatingly close, but it was real. She was real. Two numbers left.
    Trevor Loveridge watched me with eagle-eyes through training, keeping a lookout for any signs of temper or lag, no doubt. But today was different. I had a spring in my step, a flush of excitement I hadn’t felt in years.
    Lucy was real, and she was fucking hot. A soft peach, swollen ripe to be eaten. Yeah, I was excited all right.
    It showed in my game. My passes were tight and accurate, muscles on fire as I ploughed into sprint after sprint. Fernandez was quick, but today I matched him, stealing the ball every chance I got.
    We broke for lunch, and for once I joined in my teammates’ banter, soaking up the pre-match buzz of the big game tomorrow.
    Our rivals at the top of the division, Manchester Athletic, were playing us at home. Bring it fucking on.
    A couple of the youngsters broke into our Singers chant before food was done, and the whole canteen