Filthy Virgin

Stories

### Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Celeste's dad & Liam's mom were only married for 6 months- 12 years ago. Now they've found their way back into each other's lives in more than one way, & neither of them can deny their attraction. Celeste Thompson is a college drop-out working multiple jobs to pay off debts collected from school and her father's hospital bills. One of those jobs is as a phone sex operator- and even though she's a 27 year-old virgin, she's pretty good at it. She's become desensitized to the whole thing, but one night she takes a call from a man named Alex whose dark voice and dirty words push all the right buttons.

Liam Whiscombe runs his own company with his best friend Travis, and living as a rich bachelor works well for him. Witnessing his mother's many failed attempts at marriage, he'd rather just not bother with it. The loneliness only gets to him every now and then... Which is probably why he ended up calling that phone sex number and talking to Cassandra, a woman whose voice made him want something he never had.

When Liam's mother asks him to hire the daughter of a man she was married to 12 years ago as a favor, he reluctantly agrees. Celeste takes a job offer out of nowhere even though it means working with her ex-stepbrother, because she needs the money.

How many days at work, and how many late-night phone calls, will it take for them to realize just who they really are?

Complete Chapters 26

Rating 4.8 ( 2.16k reviews ) Age Rating mature

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Chapter 1: Celeste

“Oh shit baby, that’s so good. Tell me again,” he breathed heavily into the phone. I could hear him groan and the faint sound of him jerking off in the background.

“Harder Eric, I need it harder!” My voice got higher on the last word and I stifled the giggle that wanted to escape me when my words elicited another loud groan from the man at the other end. I swallowed my amusement and sketched another line on my drawing.

This particular caricature was coming along nicely, and I grinned to myself while making all the appropriate noises Eric was expecting. I doubted his real name was Eric, but that’s what he’d wanted to be called and I did what I was told so I could get paid. Being a phone sex operator was fun at first but had gotten old pretty quickly. I’d taken up drawing a caricature of what I imagined the stranger on the phone would look like and it had made everything much more entertaining. I finished up the shading on the bulging cheeks of the overweight man I’d pictured when “Eric” had immediately began his heavy breathing into the phone that sounded more like asthma than passion.

“Ohhhhh…” Eric’s grunt of satisfaction rang through the headset I wore and I made a similar noise like I’d also just orgasmed. He panted for a minute before thanking me and hanging up. I snickered as I clicked the headset off. I rolled my chair over to my laptop and debated on whether I should take another call or just quit for the night. I checked the time, noting that it was already 2 am. I tapped my fingers on my desk and sighed.

“Just one more call Celeste, then you can pass out.” I spoke out loud to myself and clicked the available icon next to my profile.

I jumped when a call immediately rang through. That happened sometimes, but I was never prepared for it. The good news is that it always made me sound a little breathless when I answered.

“This is Cassandra, what’s your fantasy?” I hated the opening line I was supposed to use, thought it was cheesy and too obvious. But whatever pays the bills.

There was silence on the other end, and I frowned but kept my voice light. “Hello? Are you still there?”

A gruff cough sounded in my ear before a low voice spoke. “Sorry, I ah… Didn’t expect that opening.”

Surprise filled me and I settled back into my chair. “What did you expect?”

“Nothing so cliché, to be completely honest.”

A laugh burst out of me. That’s what I’d always thought, but no one had ever said anything about it before. “Next you’re going to tell me that you’ve never called a number like this before.”

A dark chuckle came through the other line and goosebumps popped up on my skin. My mouth dropped open at the reaction. My body hadn’t responded to the dirtiest of words for months now, ever since my first week of calls had basically desensitized me from getting turned on. Granted, I still held a small feeling of satisfaction that nothing but my voice and words were able to make mysterious men- and a very rare woman- come every time I logged in.

“I haven’t, actually.” He paused, then continued. “I’m not sure what made me call tonight either. Or why I’m even confessing all this to you.”

My lips curved into a smile as I basked in the sound of his voice. I grabbed a pencil and turned to a new page in my sketchbook. “Well I’m here for whatever you need. If you want to get dirty, or sweet, or just talk, it’s up to you. You’re paying a hefty sum to get what you want.”

I started to sketch as I waited for him to answer. My pencil glided over the paper and I could tell that this one wasn’t going to be a humorous caricature. There was something about his voice, his laugh, that wouldn’t allow me to draw anything that frivolous. This man was different for some reason.

“What I want, huh? That leaves a lot of options open.” He hummed in thought and my chest perked up at the sound. “Can I ask you some questions?”

I paused, wondering how to answer that. I didn’t want to give anything personal away, but his voice compelled me to be honest. I bit my lip and tapped my pencil’s eraser on my page.

“Nothing that would make you uncomfortable, Cassandra. You can pass on a question if you feel like it’s too close to home.”

Relief filled me at his clarification. “Well in that case, yes I would be happy to answer some of your questions.”

I could hear the satisfied smile in his voice when he responded. “Alright Cassie. Can I call you that?”

“Yes,” I replied. Even though Cassandra wasn’t my real name, something about him giving me a nickname warmed me.

“Perfect. Tell me, what makes your pussy wet, Cassie?”

My pencil stuttered on my page, not expecting that question. At. All.

“Uh…” I couldn’t get anything out, trying to catch my breath.

His chuckle filled my ear again before he continued. “Little Cassie tongue-tied? I’m just wondering what you like. If you like it when a man pounds into you hard from behind, or if you like your thighs around his head while he eats you for dessert.”

A small moan escaped me, shocking the hell out of me. I realized then that I was wet, that my clit was throbbing with desire just from a few simple words.

“Are you getting turned on by my questions? Are you a filthy girl who loves getting fucked and talking about it?”

“Oh my god,” my voice whispered out. I cleared my throat before finally getting a hold of myself. I wanted to turn him inside out just like he was doing to me, and I knew just how to do it. “As a matter of fact, I do love fucking. I love the feeling of a big, hard cock sliding in and out of my dripping wet pussy while I beg for mercy.”

I heard him draw in a sharp breath and I grinned, knowing I’d surprised him with my answer. I don’t know why it did; he called a sex line operator for crying out loud. He had no idea the things I’d heard or said.

“So you are a filthy girl, my little Cassie. Will you tell me what you look like?”

I hesitated, not wanting to give too much. “Not everything. Pick one thing you want to know.”

He barely took a second to think. “What color are your eyes?”

My eyebrows raised. I'd expected him to ask how big my tits were, but he had surprised me again. “They’re aqua.”

“Aqua? That’s specific. Sounds beautiful. If your voice is anything to go by, then you’re probably gorgeous all over.”

His words made me blush. Fucking blush! I hadn’t even blushed last week when a guy asked me to stick a tailed butt plug in his ass and spank him, all while he barked profusely.

“You’re very welcome, Cassandra. Now, that’s all I have time for tonight, but you can expect to hear from me again.”

“Why?” The question blurted out of me, my body and mind panicked that he would just… leave like this.

“Why? Because you intrigue me, little Cassie. You’re funny, obviously intelligent, and your voice makes me hard as fuck. What’s not to like?”

My mouth opened and closed, not knowing what the hell to say to that. I only knew that I really, really liked the words.

I heard clothes rustling, knowing he was about to hang up when something popped into my head. “Wait!”

My heart pounded, hoping he’d heard my shout. “Yes?”

“Thank god. I just… I was wondering what your name is. What I should call you.”

“Alex. Alright.” I smiled happily. “Goodnight, Alex”

My body heated up at his words and I smiled even bigger as he clicked off. I took off my headset and shut down my profile before turning my computer off. I looked down at my sketchbook, taking in what I’d managed to get down. A strong jaw, teasing lips, and the kind of neck that you knew would lead into broad shoulders and muscled chest.

I hadn’t gotten very far before I’d been caught up in his words, and not even a little part of me was sorry for that. Something about they way he talked, or maybe his voice, pulled at a memory of mine, but it escaped before I could recall it.

“This job just got a thousand times better,” I said out loud to no one. I shut off my lights and climbed into bed, wondering when I’d talk to the dark and dirty Alex again.

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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2

When I’d randomly called a sex line because I’d seen a commercial for it on tv, I had never expected to get someone as funny and dirty as Cassandra, with the sexiest voice I’d heard in a long time- if ever. I hadn’t lied when I’d told her the greeting she’d supplied me with was a huge cliché, but it wasn’t the reason I’d paused. When she’d answered, her voice had reminded me of someone from my past and it had startled me enough to silence me. But I’d convinced myself there was no way it was her and had gotten my past out of my head. At least, as much as possible while blind drunk.

“Liam!” My best friend’s voice jerked me out of my day dreams and I winced at the resulting ringing of my ears and pounding in my head.

“Fuck man, do you have to be so loud?”

“Only when you’re not listening to a damn thing I’m saying. What’s going on with you today?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t get much sleep.”

Travis and I had been friends for years, and I told him pretty much everything, but I didn’t want to talk about Cassandra.

“I’m sure. Just get it together, we need to get this proposal finished and faxed over in the next hour.”

“Right. Sorry.” I pulled my thoughts away from Cassie and focused on the proposal in front of me, going over the edits Travis and I had talked about for buying out the small company. Thirty minutes later we hung up and I called in my secretary.

“Noelle, please fax this over to Harold Watson. I’m going out to meet my mother for lunch, so-“

“Hold all your calls until tomorrow.” A small smile crossed her face and I chuckled.

“As always, you are perfect.” Noelle snorted and picked up the contract, walking out of the office. Before she got through the doorway, she turned back around.

“Liam…” she paused, and I braced myself for her next words. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say, but I’d let her say it anyway. “Don’t let her get to you. She doesn’t deserve anything from you.”

I sighed and nodded. “I know. But she’s still my mother. She has her issues, but I love her anyway.”

She shook her head but didn’t say anything else. We’d had this argument before, and it never went anywhere. I knew Noelle was right, that my mother didn’t deserve the kind of life I provided for her. I shoved the thoughts aside as I grabbed everything I’d need to work from home since I always went straight there after meeting with my mother. It was easier for everyone since I was always in a shitty mood after these rendezvous. Sometimes before too, hence the drinking last night.

My mother was quite the piece of work. Selfish, materialistic, needy, and the queen of guilt trips. She had her moments of maternal warmth though, so I did what I could to appease her. Our monthly lunch date was one of those things, and it was easy enough to do even if they frustrated the hell out of me. I climbed into my town car and left my mind wander as my driver headed off in the direction of the restaurant.

I wondered if she’d have a new paramour this time around, since every few months she found another one. She’d only had two exceptions- my father who she’d been married to for seven years before he had a sudden heart attack and passed, and a guy twelve years ago who she’d been married to for six months before they decided on a mutual split. I was just about to turn eighteen when she’d married Henry. I had missed the wedding since it was during my spring break trip with a few friends and it was a quick decision. I didn’t even find out they had married until I was back, and my mom was in the process of moving our stuff into Henry’s house to live with him and his daughter who’d been just a few years younger than me.

My mind drifted back to the memory of my temporary stepsister, Celeste. Even at sixteen years old, you could tell she was going to grow up and be a knockout. The oddest shade of blueish-green eyes I’d ever seen in a slightly chubby face, a halo of white-blonde curly hair that fell down her back, and her fit form with the promise of curves all served to torture the seventeen-year-old me. The week between the day I moved in and the day I turned eighteen and got out was filled with her pink lips smiling shyly at me, her sweet voice replaying in my mind over and over as I struggled with the attraction to my new stepsister.

I shook my head to get the memories out, wondering why she was popping into my head again. When Cassandra had answered the phone, it was Celeste that had popped into my mind. They had very similar voices, although Cassandra’s was smokier and more mature than Celeste’s had been. Granted, it’d also been over a decade since I’d heard Celeste talk, but she had never completely left my mind. A small part of me had always wanted to check in on her, but I didn’t want to make her feel awkward because of the situation with our parents.

The car came to a stop and I jerked my eyes open. “Thanks Tom. I’ll be done in about an hour.”

I couldn’t help but smile just like every time he called me boss. Something about it just felt so 1920’s gangster. I let myself out of the car and immediately noticed my mother standing inside the doors. I hated it when she got here before me, even when I was early. It’s like she wanted a reason to scold me. I sighed and then plastered a smile on my face, hoping it would distract my mother from lecturing me about my “tardiness”. She let me kiss her cheek and guide her to our reserved table before saying anything.

“You know how much I dislike being kept waiting.” Her cold voice made me stiffen and I met her eyes with my own steady gaze.

“Then you shouldn’t have shown up early, Janet,” I said calling her by her first name.