Sex story: The Phone Call

The phone rings in the dark.

Startled, Cindy opens her eyes and checks the glowing numbers on the alarm clock next to her bed.

02:14. It’s late at night. Who would possibly call her at this hour on a Tuesday night? Everyone knows she’ll be in bed by now.

The phone rings again.

Cindy sits up. She is naked. She never wears a nightdress in the summer months.

Who could it be? She’s worried that there might be something terribly wrong. On the other hand, if it is an emergency, she absolutely should pick up the phone.

And after the third ring, she does.

“Hello?” she asks.

A deep voice – a voice she does not recognize – answers.

“Cindy?” Is this you?”

“Y-yes,” Cindy says. “Who is this?”

There is no answer.

“What’s happened?” she asks nervously. “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh no,” the deep voice replies. “Everything is fine, Cindy. Just fine.”

“So…” she asks. “What do you want?”

“I want you to do something for me,” the voice says. “Are you in bed?”

“Y-yes,” Cindy says.

“Are you naked?” the voice asks.

Cindy hesitates.

“Yes,” she says. “But why…?”

“I want you to touch yourself,” the voice says calmly.

Cindy gasps quietly. Who is this?

“Where?” she asks.

“You know where,” the voice says. “I want you to touch your pussy.”

“N-no,” Cindy says. “I… I can’t…”

“It’s okay,” the voice says. “You’re safe in bed. I can’t hurt you over the phone, can I?”

“N-no…” Cindy says.

“All I want is to listen to you, as you touch yourself,” the voice says calmly. “Will you do that for me?”

He’s right, Cindy thinks. He couldn’t possibly hurt her. And it’s late at night – and she’s naked – and the unknown voice has planted a thought inside her head. A thought that turns her on – just a little bit.

Cindy lies back on the bed, holding the wireless phone to her ear with one hand. The other slowly slides towards her pussy. As she touches her labia, she sighs under her breath.

“Are you doing it now?” the voice asks. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” Cindy whispers.

“Do it like you do when you masturbate,” the voice says.

And Cindy begins stroking herself, slowly massaging the base of her clit. She moans deeply at her own touch. She is very skilled at masturbating. In fact, she can bring herself off in a few minutes – if she wants to.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” the voice says.

“I’m touching myself,” Cindy gasps. “Near the clit. I’m masturbating…”

“Is it good?” the voice asks.

“Oh yes,” Cindy says. “I love it. Aaah…”

“Yes,” the voice says, “let me hear you moan. Louder.”

Cindy masturbates, slowly, sensuously. She’s writhing on the bed now, pleasure rippling through her naked body. She hears the man on the phone breathing. Is he masturbating, too? She wants him to keep talking. His voice is turning her on.

“Are you wet?” he asks.

“Yes,” she gasps. “My pussy’s getting wet. Do you like to hear that? Want me to tell you about my pussy?”

“Yes,” the voice says. “I want you to tell me how you do it.”

“Ahhh,” Cindy moans, masturbating vigorously. “Are you hard? Are you masturbating?”

“Of course,” the voice says calmly. “I have my cock in my hand. It is very hard. I’m stroking it as we speak.”

“Mmm!” Cindy cries.

Her pussy is very wet now. She feels the moisture all over her fingers as she keeps massaging her tender slit.

“Now,” the voice says. “Put your finger inside your cunt.”

Excited, Cindy obeys. Slowly, she slides her middle finger in between her moist labia. The walls of her pussy feels slick around it. She pushes deeper, burying her finger inside her soft crevice.

“Aaah,” she moans loudly into the phone. “Yesss…”

“Is it in?” the voice asks.

“Oh yes!” Cindy gasps.

“Now fuck yourself,” the voice commands.

Cindy sits up in bed again, throwing the sheets away. She wants to see this.

And in the pale moonlight, Cindy looks down at her pussy, sees her own finger slipping out slowly, wet and glistening. Eagerly, she slides it in again, then out, then in, over and over. She clenches her pussy muscles around it, making the sensations even more intense: Her finger feels the wetness of her pussy, her pussy feels the finger moving back and forth, stimulating her tender flesh.

“Yes,” she whispers into the phone. “I’m fucking myself. With my finger. In and out.”

“Keep going,” the voice says. “Faster.”

Cindy obeys, sliding her finger in and out of her sensitive cunt, increasing the rhythm.

“Oh… oh… oh…” she moans in time. “Are you… masturbating, too?”

“Yes,” the voice says. “I have my cock in my hand. It’s big and hard. And I’m stroking it now.”

For one second, it is as if Cindy feels the stranger’s cock inside her pussy. She almost feels it stretching her flesh, pumping into her, thick and erect.

“Aaah!” she cries. “Ohmigod!”

“Now,” the voice says, still completely calm, “take your finger from your cunt and taste it!”

Slowly, Cindy slips her wet finger out of her pussy and puts it to her lips. She licks it, hesitantly.

“Taste good?” the voice asks.

“Mmm,” Cindy says. “Spicy. Sweet and spicy.”

“Lick all the juice off,” the voice says.

Cindy puts the finger in her mouth, sucking off her own love juice. It’s a strange sensation, tasting female juices – almost like having sex with another woman.

“Mmm,” she purrs.

“Again,” the voice commands. “Stick your finger inside, then lick it off.”

Cindy dips two fingers into her succulent slit, then sucks them off. She does it again and again, savouring the taste of her own excited flesh.

“Mmm,” she says, slurping loudly, making sure the stranger can hear. “Mmm…”

“Yes,” the voice says. “Nothing like the taste of pussy. Now – I want you to masturbate again.”

“O-okay,” Cindy whispers, out of breath.

She looks down at her pussy and begins stroking herself again. Her labia open slightly, wet and pink, as she rubs the base of her clitoris.

“Ah yeah,” she gasps. “Ohhh…”

“Keep going,” the voice says. “I want you to come for me.”

“Ohhh,” Cindy gasps, masturbating vigorously. “Are you coming, too? Ah! Please! Stroke that big cock and come with me. Ahhh…”

Cindy is doubled over, her legs spread wide, as she massages herself rhythmically, harder and harder, driving herself towards an orgasm.

“I’m ready when you are, Cindy,” the voice says.

Gasping loudly, Cindy increases her pace. Now there is no turning back.

“Now!” she cries. “I’m coming now!”

Whimpering helplessly, Cindy feels the climax coursing through her body.

“Yes,” the man says coolly. “I’m coming, too.”

Cindy shakes all over as she orgasm hits her, all her senses taken over by the violent sensation of pleasure. In her excited state, she imagines the stranger’s cock ejaculating, spurting long jets of semen into her. Squirming on the bed, she cries out again and again, cries of pure lust and satisfaction.

Finally, Cindy falls back on the bed, still clenching the phone in her hand. She thinks she heard the man breathing slightly harder. But apart from that, there is no way of knowing if he has really come.

“Ohhh…” she moans.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” the deep voice says into her ear. “You came hard, Cindy. And so did I.”

“Did you?” she gasps. “Oh, God…”

Again, she just hears him breathing.

“Thank you,” she says.

The voice laughs. A deep, friendly laugh.

“Oh no,” it says. “We’re not finished yet.”

Cindy swallows.

“What…?” she asks.

“Get up,” the voice says.

Cindy fumbles for the switch on the lamp next to the bed. She switches it on, illuminating the bedroom in soft, yellowish light. Still trembling, she gets out of bed.

“Go to the door,” the voice says. “And open it.”

“But…” Cindy protests. “I’m naked.”

“Just do it,” the voice insists.

And naked, Cindy walks through the bedroom into the hall. She stands in front of the door, the phone pressed to her ear. She’s shaking, hesitating, not knowing what to expect.

“Open the door,” the voice says calmly.

And she does.

Light flows into the apartment, as the door swings open. Outside is a dark figure holding a cell phone. And Cindy realizes that the man has been outside her door all the time. He’s dressed in black and wears a ski mask, concealing his face. As Cindy hesitates, he pushes her into the apartment and closes the door behind him. He drags her into the kitchen, pressing her up against the wall, his breath hot and excited from inside the ski mask.

“Wait…” she gasps.

The man gently places his hand around her neck, pinning her to the kitchen wall. Swiftly, he pulls a black latex dildo from his pocket and guides it towards her pussy. Looking down at his hands, she sees the dark brown color of his skin. Somehow she never expected the stranger to be black.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

Whimpering, Cindy stands with her legs spread wide, and the tip of the plastic tool enters her cunt. It’s big, and she feels her labia stretching, as the smooth surface slips into her wet flesh.

“Oooh…” she moans.

She hears the man breathing heavily, excited, as he rhythmically moves the dildo back and forth, in and out of her slick pussy. Her head is spinning. The whole situation is like a kinky fantasy: Standing there naked in the dark, as the strange black man fucks her vigorously with the dildo. And soon she can’t help herself any longer.

“Ohmigod” she cries, losing control.

And pinned to her kitchen wall, Cindy comes again. Comes even harder than before.

“Aaah!” she screams. “Aaah!”

Grunting with satisfaction, the man steadies her. Otherwise, she would have collapsed on the floor, trembling in her powerful climax. Cindy feels her juices trickling down the insides of her thigh, as the man pulls the dildo back out.

Next, he brutally forces her down, making her lie on her back on the kitchen floor. Kneeling between her legs, he fumbles feverishly with his belt and zipper. Eventually, he pulls out his erect cock. Cindy stares at it. It’s chocolate brown and even bigger than the dildo. The veins stand out, swelling under the dark skin of the shaft, as the man masturbates before her eyes.

“N-no…” she whispers.

But it’s no use. Too excited to wait now, the man swiftly positions himself between her legs. She feels the head of his rigid cock pressing against the mouth of her pussy. Cindy screams, as he penetrates the depths of her juicy cunt. And immediately, he begins thrusting into her, a hard, relentless rhythm.

She whimpers quietly, as he fucks her with savage determination. The hard cock slips in and out of her slippery pussy, in and out, making wet noises. Cindy feels his breath through the woollen mask, panting hot against her neck.

He grabs her wrists hard, holding her down as he thrusts into her again and again. The floor is hard and uncomfortable, but Cindy hardly notices that. Her body feels only the lustful stimulation, as the stranger’s giant cock fucks her with amazing force. He keeps pumping, deep and hard, taking her to new levels of unbearable pleasure.

“Oh God,” she hears herself saying. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I can’t believe I’m saying this, she thinks. Usually, she’s a nice, quiet girl. But here, on the floor of her own kitchen, the man has freed something inside her. Cindy’s mind is taken over by animal lust. She’s in heat now – completely fixated on the swollen cock fucking her, driving her to yet another climax.

Whimpering with pleasure, she touches her cunt. As she man thrusts into her, she begins masturbating, massaging the flesh around her hardened clit. Already in ecstasy, somehow she wants more, wants to know just how much pleasure a girl can experience. She feels as if she’s about to faint – but she keeps going.

“Yeahhh!” she cries. “Give it to me! Harder! Yes!”

The man is grunting loudly, his cock flying in and out of Cindy’s pussy in a frenzied rhythm. He’s sweating and gasping for breath. He’s trying not to come, wants to keep fucking her, every muscle in his body so tense he’s almost shaking.

Masturbating, Cindy squirms on the kitchen floor. She throws her head back, as the pumping cock inside her drives her towards another climax.

“Aaah!” she screams. “Aaah!”

“Yes!” the man shouts. “Come for me!”

Sobbing loudly, Cindy keeps rubbing her clit impatiently. The man increases his tempo, driving his cock into her, ready to come.

“You too!” Cindy gasps. “Squirt all over me! Aaah!”

She comes again. She thrashes about on the floor, as the man keeps fucking her in deep, powerful thrusts.

“Unh!” he grunts in time with his strokes. “Unh! Unh! Yes! Here I come, baby! Take it all!”

Cindy is still stroking her clit, as he pulls out. Kneeling between her legs, he grabs his long, dark cock and holds it, as it immediately begins to ejaculate.

“Aaaah!” he yells.

The first squirt of semen shoots several feet across Cindy’s naked body, hitting her on the cheek. The jerking cock keeps pumping, the next jet spattering her left breast. Then another – and another – and another. White-hot spurts of creamy spunk sprays from his twitching cock. He masturbates, grunting, squeezing every last drop from his swollen tool.

“Yeah…” he says, satisfied, as one last, thick drop spills onto Cindy’s thigh.

Cindy lies completely still, as he gets up. In a daze, she senses her fingers are wet from her own juices. She puts them to her mouth, tasting her own sex again. Then she wipes a glob of semen from her breast, tasting that, too. Soon, she has wiped and licked off all of the man’s sperm.

The man zips up, getting ready to leave.

“Thank you,” she says again.

The man opens the door.

“I’ll call you,” he says, his calm voice trembling slightly from his orgasm.

“Tomorrow night?” Cindy asks.

“Sure,” he says, closing the door behind him.

And for some reason, Cindy knows he will call again. She just knows.

Sighing, she relaxes on the kitchen floor.

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