THE WRONG NUMBER.
Vince sat on the recliner in his living room, half watching the TV screen and half watching what was going on outside of his picture window. It was early Monday morning and Vince took a personal day off to drop the level of the intensity of the last two weeks of work and his home life. Things were not going well in either place. He felt that there was nowhere to hide anywhere he went. He left the insanity of work for the insanity of his personal life and then slept, only to wake up and start it all over again.
He was half dozing through yet another judge show when the phone rang.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hi baby, ready for today's show?" he heard the sultry voiced woman say.
"I've been waiting all weekend to call you again. I have all my toys out waiting for you to tell me which one to be bad with!"
Vince snapped the phone away from his ear and looked at the caller ID. UNAVAILABLE it read.
"Oh sweety, I'm so horny and so wet tell me what to do...please? I promise I'll be really bad for you."
For a few seconds Vince's tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. It had completely dried out at the sound of this woman's voice. Not only that, but her voiced spurred the flow of blood into his dormant prick. He blinked at the sunlight streaming into the living room and heard himself say. "...why don't you just touch yourself with your fingers first."
"mmmmmmmmmmmm.....ok Hun, whatever you say."
He heard a low moan and the rustle of sheets. His breathing was now picking up a tad. Another moan, a little louder, this made his prick push against his pajama pants. He stood to let the wrinkles fall out of both. He stared down at the tent rising in his pants and began to question himself as to the last time he had gotten laid. It was the night of his buddy's baby christening.
"Holy Shit! Has it been six weeks already?" His wife had gotten enough Jack Daniels in her at the party to forget they were having "problems".
"Oooooh honey, I'm putting my fingers inside of my pussy now. I'm so wet, can I use my vibrator now? Oh please sweety...plllllleeeeeeeassssssssse?"
Vince swallowed hard and said. "Sure, if you promise to be a really bad girl."
"Oh my sweet man, you have a cold?" she asked him.
"uhhhh....yeah....oh yeah I do!" he lied.
Vince could hear her change positions on the bed. A light squeak in the background gave it away. He heard the vibrator switch on. The low whirring noise drawing closer to the phone. She made a sharp squeak like sound. He imagined the tip of the device barely touching her clit. He could feel the head of cock start to drip the tell tale sign of an excited organ. He heard her moan a little louder and a little longer. He actually heard her legs start to thrash around in the sheets. He pictured her in a huge four posted bed, with huge pillows and satin sheets. He imagined the room to be dimly lit and the scent of a vanilla candle wafting around in the air.
"Jesus!" she muttered quietly. She inhaled sharply and let it out slowly accompanied by another long moan.
"Sweety do you have your dick out?"
Again, Vince snapped the phone away from his ear and looked around the room like a man getting caught exposing himself on a subway. He decided that he should retreat to another room in the house. Standing in the middle of his living room, with a picture window and a huge hard on, was taking a risk he didn't need at this point.
Four running leaps later, he was in the safety of his own bedroom.
"Do you honey? Do you have it out?" she pleaded.
"uh-huh!" was his response. And he did have it out now. He looked down at it and, if he had to say so himself, it was magnificent! He hadn't felt this full in a long time. He didn't know who this was on the other end of the phone but she new what she was doing for damn sure.
"OOOOhhhh.....fuck.....i'm so wet sweety, I think I'm cuming already. Can I cum honey, can I please cum? Please tell me I can cum now...please ...oh please...hurry tell me it's ok."
"Are you gonna be louder than last time!" He asked, now getting caught up in the moment.
"Oh yesssssssss...I will.....just tell me it's ok ........hurry please." He heard her hoarsely begging.
"Well then, you cunt, go ahead, let her rip!"
This she did. He heard her as she approached her orgasm. Once again the sheets rustled with renewed vigor.
She squealed loudly and then her voice went hoarse again. "OH JESUS CHRIST....OH MY GOD!!!" she shrieked. She breathed heavily for a few seconds. And then, in a decidedly southern accented voice, barely audible, he heard her say, "Oh honey, I love this, I love being your bad girl. Can I cum again for you? Can I please?"
"Sure you can, you bitch! Yeah, cum again you fucking bitch!" He could hear her gasp as the phrase hit her ear. But it was not a gasp of surprise, but more of excitement. Vince hooked his thumb into his waist band and yanked his PJ's down. He took his manhood firmly and confidently into his right hand and squeezed it. It was fully engorged! He looked at it in wonder. It was locked and loaded He began to stroke his dick.
"I want you to stick that vibrator in your pussy and rub your clit with your free hand, do you understand me you fucking whore!"
"Oh yes! I am a fucking whore! I'm your fucking whore aren't I", she purred.
"Do you want to know what I have in my hand? Do you?" Vince growled into the phone.
"Yes, I do. Tell me it's your cock?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"It is," he whispered, "And it's huge! And I'm going to take your ass with it."
Vince knew he wouldn't last long like this so, in his best macho voice, he said to the voice on the other end.
"Hurry, you hear me hurry, you better cum before I do, otherwise, I'll hang the phone up and leave you grabbing at air!"
"No don't, please don't hang up on me, I'm hurrying, oh God, I'm rubbing hard, I'm squashing my clit with the vibrator! Oh ...Oh....OH!!! I can't, ...Jesus...I can't ...I fucking hate you for making me do this ......I ha......!" her words cut off and was replaced with a loud, long, guttural sound. Vince's cock began to pulsate with what he knew was going to be a long awaited orgasm. He fought the urge to cum, as he stroked his dick harder. The voice was still breathing and rasping into the phone, she was still in the throes of her orgasm. Now it was Vince who was praying to his God.
"Oh Christ on the cross.......! Jesus Christ on a pony!" He looked down. The head of his dick was crimson and purple. The veins in his head were popping out as he tried his damndest to stave off the inevitable. His vision was diminishing from all angles now. And then he heard her whisper, in the sexiest, sultriest voice he'd ever heard in his life.
"Cum for me John, it's ok, you can cum for me, close your eyes and think about cuming all over my tits."
That was it. Vince couldn't hold off another micro second. He grunted hard as he ejaculated onto his pajama pants, now lying on the floor. He gushed angrily again and again. Weeks of tension, stress, and sadness oozed from the tip of his purplish cock head.
He heard her sigh. "Oh John I can't wait to see you again."
Vince gathered his thoughts and himself together and then it hit him. "John?" The name slipped out of his mouth. The voice on the other end repeated the question back to him.
"John?" she said. "John, is this John?"
"Ummm....no. Actually my name is Vince."
"Oh no......ummmm...uhhh....I'm really sorry. I must've dialed the wrong number. But for what it was worth Vince, I really enjoyed this. Gotta run, byeeeeeeee."
"Wait!! Wait??" John pleaded. "Don't go, please. I need you to call me back! Hello??? Hellooooo?? Damnit to hell!!" Vince hit the "end" button on the phone and stared at it intently. He glanced at himself in the dresser mirror. He saw himself standing there, in his Yankee t-shirt, with no bottoms on, his now slowly limping dick in his hand, with a single glob of cum still clinging to the tip. He let out a long low whistle, and then smiled for the first time in a month and a half.
"I really hope she mis-dials again. Real soon!"
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