“Come on Monica, im rock hard here”
On the other end of the line Monica sighed.
“David, i am not having phone sex. It’s late, i’m tired and i told you before that i don’t like it”
He sighed and knew that it wasn’t worth arguing but he had to give it one more try.
“You don’t even have to do anything, just listen” he pleaded.
“You know, sometimes you disgust me” she screamed and hung up.
Fuck, he thought, now she`s angry at me and im still hard.
He threw a pillow across the room in frustration and watched as it bounced off the window.
Then an idea hit him. Last time Monica had stayed over she forgot to take some of her stuff home. He was pretty sure her Grimes t-shirt was by his bed, it would still smell of her. Maybe if he could smell her and feel it against him he could get off to that.
He stumbled off the couch and crossed the floor, heading to bed.
At the door, his mobile went off. He didn’t recognise the number but answered anyway.
For a moment there was silence and then a faint female moan
“Hello?” He tried again.
Again a moaning noise and the sound of a hand moving
Then a gasp and the moaning increased.
David knew what it sounded like but couldn’t think who it could be.
“Monica…is that you?”
The moaning and gasping increased and for a second David thought of hanging up. It was obviously a wrong number and those moans were obviously meant for someone else”
But just before he did, a voice came over the line
“David, I’m so wet for you.”
He didn’t recognise the voice but it had an immediate effect. His dick was straining against the confines of his jeans and he could feel his heart thumping in his chest.
“Who is this?” he whispered
“Do you want me to cum for you David?”
She sounded desperate. He could imagine her fingers deep inside her as she waited for permission, curling inside her cunt and hitting that sweet spot.
“Yes. I want you to cum for me.”
And then the line went dead.
Oh fuck, thought David as he stared at the phone and felt his hardness ebb away.
As he headed to bed he thought something passed his window but the phone call had distracted him too much to care.
He fell asleep frustrated.
He had tried jerking, he had tried sniffing Monica’s t-shirt, he had even tried wanking into it, but just nothing seemed to be hitting the right spot.
So once again he went to sleep and hoped for relief the next day.
At some time in the night a noise woke him,
He sighed and opened his eyes, looking round.
His body froze and his heart skipped as he realised there was a figure at the end of his bend, kneeling in the dark.
He tried to move but his body didn’t react. He tried to speak but it died in his throat.
The figure leaned forward.
She was in her twenties, blue hair in a pixie cut and wearing a T-shirt with The Damned written across it. Like one of those indie chicks he dreamed off at school but was always too scared to talk to.
She reached forward and pulled the covers down from him. Her head cocking to the side and inspecting him like an animal inspecting its prey.
He finally managed to move his head and looked down, seeing how hard he was in his boxers.
She reached out, fingers gently touching the bulge and tracing the shape.
At last a sound came from his throat and it was a moan.
She looked up at him and he felt her eyes lock on to his.
Her hand slipped under his boxers and wrapped around his thickness and squeezed.
“Mine” she said
It was the voice from the phone.
He felt his cock swelling under her touch. His desperation and hornyness from earlier rushing back tenfold.
And then she let him go and sat up.
For a moment his heart stopped and he had a feeling of loss. For this strange woman that he did not know. For her touch. For her attention.
She smiled and he felt fear. Not because she was scary but because he could imagine giving the owner of that smile everything he had.
Fingers gripping the edge, she lifted her t-shirt and dropped it off the side of the bed. She reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and pinching, her sharp nails leaving mark on her pale flesh.
Some movement returned to his body and he pulled himself up onto his elbows, spellbound by her.
Moans escaped her, just like on the phone, and she closed her eyes and reached down and tugged his boxers. His hardness sprung out.
“Mine” she said again and leaned forward.
Oh fuck, David thought, she`s going to suck me.
But instead she slipped him between her breasts, squeezing then against him and started sliding backward and forwards, letting him feel the softness rubbing against him.
For a moment she watched his cock pushing up between her breasts then lifted her head to look at him and licked her lips
“MINE” she said
It was all too much for him and he let go, spraying cum over her chest and up the side of her neck. Her hand gripped him and she beat it vigorously, milking out every drop she could. Then her head dipped down and he felt her tongue eon him swirling and scooping, swallowing every drop she could get.
With a growl her head snapped back up and for a moment David could have sworn her eyes were glowing red. She sprang up to her feet and started popping open the buttons on her jeans.
“Oh…um….i’m not sure i can go again so quick” he started then realised that no, he was still standing firm and proud. Normally his cock would have shrunk away by now and he would be falling asleep, probably disappointing the person that had gotten him off. But this time he felt like he could go all night.
The woman had stripped out of her jeans and panties and stood above him. He assumed her natural hair color was red as a patch of red hair seemed to glow in the dark between her legs.
He watched as her fingers disappeared between her legs and moved furiously. His eyes widened as her mouth dropped open and her tongue slipped out and drool dripped down onto his chest.
“Mine” she said, looking down at him. And then slipped down onto her knees, grasped his cock and started to rub it against her wet folds.
“Oh fuck….oh god….” he muttered but was instantly cut off as her hand shot out and coverd his mouth.
After a moment she let him go and placed a finger on his lips. Shhhh, quiet.
And then the rubbing started again. Taking his tip and rubbing it slowly against her sopping wet pussy, letting it push up against her clit, squeezing and stroking it like a toy.
“I don’t think i can…” David started and then that familiar pressure started to build at the base of his shaft. His balls got tighter and from inside him a deep groan escaped.
She pushed the tip of him into her and he came for the second time.
But this time was different, this time there was no rest from her. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder and thrust herself against him. His cock slipped inside her and he let out a yelp. She was hotter, wetter, tighter than any girl he had ever been with.
And now her eyes were definitely glowing in the dark.
“Fuckkk………..oh fuck….I cant….no way i can…” he started but she reached out and slapped his face.
Three lines of pain erupted on his skin and he realised he was bleeding. He tried to reach up but the paralysis had returned.
“Stop” he whispered
The room seemed to darken and somewhere behind her he could hear something shifting.
“You told me to cum for you” she moaned.
Now she was riding him hard. Slipping her wetness up and down his shaft, letting every inch fill her up. Then she slammed herself down hard on him.
The room suddenly felt too warm for him, his body dripping with sweat. Her hand resting on his chest seemed to burn and he swore he could hear a sizzling noise.
Her body started to shake and grind against him. Her pussy was so tight that he cried out. Struggling though he did, he couldn’t move.
“Stop…hurts” he squealed.
Both her hands slammed down on his chest and he screamed as they burnt into his skin.
Her pussy like a vice crushed him and she threw herself back, coming hard and loud, her screams making the windows shake.
And from behind her back, huge wings unfurled and filled the room.
“Forever mine” she screamed and he came inside her as he sunk into madness.
He woke up and looked round the room.
The light outside told him it was afternoon. Somehow he had slept for over 12 hours.
His phone buzzed beside the bed and he picked it up.
“Hi….its me” purred Monica. “I wanted to apologise for last night. It was mean of me leaving you like that. Wanna come over and have some fun?”
He stared at the wall opposite him and clicked off the phone. He sat there for a moment taking it in. The word “MINE” scratched into the wall hundreds of times.
Slowly he sank into the bed, closed his eyes and waited for the dark.