4. Pearl
Pearl
My apartment was dark, the only light coming in from the moonlight shining through the lines in the window shade.
A hard buzzing filled the air, melding with the obscene sounds of my wetness as the toy pounded into me.
I sat in front of the mirror, watching myself as the auto-thrusting dildo fucked me. My back was against the bed, one hand holding the dildo, the other holding my vibrating wand against my clit.
The overstimulation from the constant vibration on my clit was causing me to thrash against the bed. But I didn’t let up. I wasn’t that kind to myself.
I was having trouble catching my breath, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure Emerson had given me. It was like she knew what I wanted. What I needed.
Emerson.
It had only been an hour since I got home from my shift, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I needed to be fucked. Thoroughly.
I cried as I came again, this time remembering the way she glared at me.
Good sluts get rewards.
“Fuck!” I screamed as the pleasure became too much. It hurt, but I wanted it so bad. More. More. More.
I let out a gargled moan as I watched myself again. My hair was a mess around my head, I was sweaty, my legs open wide as the dildo worked me, breasts bare, nipples tight and begging for Emerson’s mouth.
“Emerson,” I moaned as the pain ebbed into pleasure once more. I gave my clit a break, giving myself a reprieve, but the throbbing ache from lack of stimulation was just as painful as keeping it on.
I need more.
Shakily, I placed it back on, my silent cry catching in my throat as a sudden, surprise orgasm burst through me. I cursed over and over again. A loud cry was forced out of my mouth.
I almost didn’t hear my phone ringing because of it.
Unknown number.
Ignoring it, I focused back on my pleasure and let it go to voicemail, but it just started ringing again.
Getting impatient, I turned off the auto-thrust and started fucking myself with it, harder than it ever could. It went deep, hitting my cervix. I let out a groan, forcing it as deep as I could.
“Yes, Emerson, just like that. I’ll be a good slut for you, I promise—”
The ringing started again. For fuck’s sake. My orgasm waned, and anger shot through me.
No one ever fucking needs me, so why does it have to be now?
It kept going, each time it vibrated against the floor further stroking the flames of my anger.
Cursing, I discarded the toys and reached for it, answering just as quickly.
“I don’t know who you are but—”
“Snappy. I think I like it.”
Emerson’s voice rang through the line, and I was stuck there, frozen, my eyes going to my still completely naked body. My wetness was staining my inner thighs, and my pussy was swollen red from all the abuse it just endured.
Hearing Emerson’s voice was like seeing a ghost. A chill ran up my spine. My heartbeat started racing even faster than before.
“You’re breathing heavily… What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. Too quickly. I sounded breathless, and even if she didn’t know what I’d been doing before, it would be clear now. So I tried to buy myself some time to calm down. “How… How did you get this number?”
“Don’t insult me,” she hissed. “Phone numbers are easy. Now, Pearl, tell me… What were you doing just now that made you so out of breath?”
Embarrassment shot up my face, but I shut that down. I wouldn’t be embarrassed over this. Still, it was none of her business.
Even if I was just fantasizing about her fucking me.
“Nothing! I just got home from work, and I walk a lot to get here, so I—”
“You got home an hour ago, Pearl.” She paused. “Don’t tell me you have a guest over. The answer better be no, or you’re going to find me at your doorstep in ten.”
I couldn’t hold in my gasp as I imagined Emerson outside, forcing herself into my apartment and catching me like this…
Fuck yes.
“Tell me you’re alone, Pearl.”
“I’m alone,” I forced out.
“Now tell me—and don’t lie—what were you doing just now?”
I could have said a million things, but her words sounded in my head again like a mantra.
Good sluts get rewards.
“I was fucking myself,” I admitted. “Over and over.”
“Were you thinking about me while you fucked that pretty pussy of yours?”
“Don’t insult me,” I blurted out, because yes, I really was.
This pulled a bark of a laugh from her.
“That’s a yes. Good. My perfect little whore. Does that mean I interrupted?”
I swallowed the knot in my throat.
“Yes.”
“I can’t believe my Meadows turned into such a desperate, needy thing. Now… Why don’t you pick up where you left off?”
My heart skipped a beat in my chest.
“You want me to—”
“Yes, Pearl. Keep going. Let me hear you moan my name, and I promise you, you’ll like the reward.”
My whole body came to life.
I had a moment of clarity. Just a single moment where I realized I could hang up the phone and get away from it all. She was my high school bully. The same person who humiliated me at my place of work. Who already knew far too much about me.
But I liked it. Every degrading moment. As long as it came from Emerson Blackwell, I wanted it all. And I didn’t want to analyze it. I just wanted to come.
And I want her to hear me.
My hand grabbed the vibrator, and I switched it to the highest setting before putting it straight over my clit. The strangled moan I let out was pathetic to my own ears, but it had Emerson sucking in a breath.
“My poor, desperate slut. How long have you been abusing that pretty pussy thinking of me?”
Her voice sent sparks of fire coursing through my veins. I looked in the mirror, picturing her there, watching me, instead of just on the phone.
“Too long. I can’t stop. Nothing satisfies me.”
“Only me?”
The truth would be hard to hide in the dark when she couldn’t see me. So I moaned as my only reply, feeling the pleasure coursing through me, and I could swear she growled.
“Put your phone near your cunt and fuck yourself with your fingers. Let me hear how wet you are.”
I did as she said, putting her on speaker. I forced two fingers into me, holding the vibrator steady against my clit as I pumped them into me.
“Fuck, Emerson.”
“Keep going, Pearl. Don’t hold back.”
I leaned my head against the bed, fucking myself as hard as I could. Sweat dripped down my face and neck. The friction of the soft comforter against my back was sending my mind into overdrive.
“Fuck, listen to how wet you are. You fuck yourself good while I’m not around. Do I need to be jealous?”
“I’m wishing it was you. Your hands. Your mouth,” I gasped. “I’m fucking myself like you would. No break. No reprieve.”
“Good. Good slut. Trail your wetness to your nipples, give them a tight pinch.”
Her praise and command only added fuel to the fire.
“Emerson, I need you,” I cried as my wet fingers came to my nipples. “Please. I can’t do it the way you do.”
I heard a grumble on the line that sounded a lot like “Fucking hell” before she spoke again.
“Perfect. Pearl, You’re so perfect for me. You’re so desperate for my fingers in your cunt, aren’t you? Tell me where else you want them. Tell me what you’d like me to do to you if I were there. Be specific.”
“Everywhere,” I moaned. “My hair, pulling my head back. My nipple—” I let out a cry as I pinched the sensitive bud even harder.
“Fuck! Keep going, Pearl.” Her voice was husky, and if my mind wasn’t short-circuiting, I might wonder if she was fucking herself thinking about me.
“In my mouth, holding it open as you spit on me. On my throat, choking me. In my cunt. On my clit. I need your mouth too. Fuck, your mouth was so good. I… Emerson, I’m—”
I couldn’t hold in the cry as it tore from my lips. The powerful orgasm rocked through my entire body, each wave hitting me stronger than the last. I couldn’t take it. It was so intense that I ended up crashing to the floor.
I found myself gasping for air. I couldn’t speak.
I’m a fucking mess, and I don’t care.
“That orgasm really didn’t sound like a mistake to me.” Emerson threw my words back at me, the sarcastic tone doing things to me. How does she do this? “Now clean yourself up. You’ll get your reward tomorrow morning.”
With that, she hung up, leaving me in the dark, covered in my own cum, my body lifeless after the strongest orgasm I’d ever given myself.
And she wasn’t even in the room with me.
I groaned and buried my face in the carpet.
“Not fair, Emerson.”
I was wound up the whole morning. After the previous night, my whole body seemed to be waiting for Emerson to pop up out of nowhere.
I had decided there was no use in waiting to enroll in my classes. The semester was going to start soon anyway, and if I weren’t quick, I wouldn’t even make the waitlist.
I had set up my seven-year-old laptop on a table in the corner of a coffee shop near campus and was quickly adding classes to my cart, watching as the leftover spots started filling up, as I waited for my order to be called.
Luckily, I found two of the classes I needed to complete my degree. They were advanced level and specific to my degree, so not many people would take them.
I had taken both before. But then I dropped out.
As soon as I was ready to check out, I paused, hesitancy running through me.
What if something happens like last time?
I learned very early that the universe was cruel.
I had been born to parents who never wanted kids.
They had me because society deemed it fit.
To be honest, they weren’t even interested in each other.
They had been neighbors who had grown up together, and then, when their parents pushed them to marry, they couldn’t refuse.
I came along not even a year later, born into a not-so-loving family. No wonder I couldn’t wait to leave.
But somehow my one-way ticket out of the seaside town and away from my parents turned out to be a curse instead of the dream I thought it would be.