Personal Jesus

(Based on the song of the same name,
recorded by Depeche Mode, Marilyn Manson and Johnny Cash)

“Um-m, hello?”

“Hello.” The voice on the other end of the line was rich and gravelly, like a man who’d been woken from a deep sleep.

Faith was so nervous she almost chickened out and hung up. She looked at the glowing digits on the clock by her bed. Jesus, it was two am. What if this was a joke? What if someone had posted this poor man’s number on the net just to torment him? She hesitated.

Then, on the other end of the phone, came exactly the sort of sounds someone would make if they were stretching in bed: a sigh and a purr-like noise.

“Ah… I…”

“What’s your name?”

“Faith.”

“That’s a nice name. Hi, Faith.”

“Th- thanks. Hi,” she stuttered. “Are you the guy, you know, on the website with the telephone number?”

“Yes.”

“The one that says…”

“Yes. That’s me. You have the right number.”

“There’s nothing on the site about how much you charge.”

“I don’t charge. “

“I thought this was a…”

“Are you alone, Faith?”

The abrupt change of topic took her by surprise. “Yes.”

“Are you lonely?”

For no reason she could explain, the question annoyed her; it felt intrusive. “No. I just wanted to know what this was about.” Her tone was strident and defensive.

“Sh-h, Faith. Are you in bed? Lie back for me, baby.”

Unconsciously, she glanced around her bedroom expecting to find someone looking at her. Then she felt silly and stretched out on her back, nestling the receiver between her chin and shoulder. “Okay.”

“Now… no lying, Faith. Are you lonely?’

“Yes.” It was a whisper of a response.

“Mmm. Me too.” She heard rustling on the other end and sound of someone getting comfortable. “Horny, too… Are you? Are you horny, Faith?”

“A little, I guess.”

He chuckled into the receiver. A low, wicked rumble deep in his chest: “Don’t be shy with me, I know you’re horny. I can hear it in your voice. It’s sticky ’round the edges. Are you sticky for me, Faith?”

A note of want escaped with her next breath. “Yes.”

“Nice. I’m gonna make sure you have to change the sheets afterwards. I’m gonna make you a sticky little mess.” Faith heard more rustling on his end and a faint groan. “I’m holding my cock, and I can feel it swelling just thinking about all that sweet cream you’re going to make. Touch yourself for me, Faith. Just one little finger – make it nice and sticky for me.”

The last couple of sentences had brought feathery streams of heat up Faith’s neck and onto her cheeks. She couldn’t resist the voice. A hand slid over her belly and down into her trimmed thatch, dipping tenderly into the gathering moisture. The quiet invasion made her gasp, as if the fingers didn’t belong to her. A pinprick of electricity made her hips twitch once as she slid a fingertip over her hooded nub.

“It’s wet… I’m wet.”

“I know it feels good down there but I want you to take that naughty little finger and paint your nipples with your juices. Talk to me while you do it, Faith… it makes me so hot.”

Moving her hand upwards, she grazed her left nipple, circling it with the slippery digit. “It’s warm and wet… then the air hits it and it cools; I can feel my nipple start to sting as it gets erect.”

A little appreciative murmur from him, and then, “Pinch it.”

In the dark chill of the room, Faith did as he asked, feeling the echoes of the pressure all over her body.

“Can you feel it in your cunt, Faith? Pinch both of them and tell me…”

She knew he heard the breathy little cry as she completed the sensory circuit that drew a bright triangle of sensation across the front of her body. “Oh, yes… I can feel it. My pussy’s throbbing.”

“That’s my girl. Now slide those hands down, over your stomach. Follow the feeling to its source.”

Her hands were at his command.

Controlled by his voice.

Doing his bidding.

She cupped the dark triangle between her legs. Suddenly she had to know what was going on at his end: what he was doing, how he was feeling.

“Can you tell me… what you’re doing? Please?”

Another soft, low chuckle. “Of course. Thought you’d never ask, Faith. I’m stroking my cock slowly, with both hands, one on the shaft and the other drawing lazy circles with my palm over the head. The first drops of pre-cum have leaked out, and it feels so nice now. I’m imagining the dark humidity of your snatch and how it would feel to nudge it with my cockhead. Why don’t you move your hips a little to make him feel welcome.”

“Yes… I am. My cunt’s getting so wet. I have to push my fingers in.”

“Do it, Faith.”

“Ah-h. It’s so slippery and my clit is getting harder and harder. So sensitive.”

“Do you know what I’d like, Faith?”

“What would you like…. Um. Hey, what’s your name, anyway.” Suddenly it struck her as absurd that she’d been having such an intimate conversation with this man and didn’t even know his name.

“Joe.”

“What would you like, Joe?”

“I’d like to see you walk into my office, wearing a dark suit and high heels. The skirt’s just a little too tight and a little too short for normal office wear. Why would that be, Faith?”

“Because I want you to notice me, Joe.”

“I think you already know I do. I think you can feel the heat of my gaze on you every time you walk in. You do it to tease me, don’t you?”

Faith closed her eyes and giggled. “Mm-m, you caught me. That’s exactly want I want.”

“Oh, Faith, you gorgeous cock-tease. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.”

The words and the way he used them sent shivers spidering out from her center. “Do you?” she asked, coyly, playing the part.

“Come into my office now, and close the door behind you.”

“Right away, Sir.”

“Nice…very nice. Once you’ve entered, I walk around behind you and lock the door. Does the sound make you nervous, Faith? The little metallic click that tells you you’re not safe anymore.”

“Nervous and excited. Both.”

“When I walk up behind you, you can feel the heat coming off me. I wrap my arm around your waist and press against your ass. I whisper, ‘Faith, what a brazen little slut you are. I know what you want.’”

“You’re breath is so hot on my neck and my nipples are pressing against the wool of my suit.”

“I peek over your shoulder and look down the gap in your suit-jacket. You’re not wearing a blouse or a bra. Fuck, that makes me hot. I know I’m not wrong. I know you’ve been waiting for me to do this. My hand slips down the front of your jacket and onto the bare breast beneath it. I grab in and squeeze it roughly. ‘Do you like it Faith?’”

“It’s what I want. What I need. I grind my ass back against your crotch and sigh.”

“You’re a bitch in heat, Faith. I can feel it. But I want to be totally sure, so I reach down to the hem of your skirt and ease it up, expecting to feel a wet pair of panties.”

“But you don’t. You feel my bare pussy, instead. And it’s already oozing.”

“Oh-h, fuck,” he moans. Faith can hear the telltale sounds of his rhythmic stroking. “You sweet, fucking whore. You’re so ready. I slide my fingers between your cunt lips and then taste my juicy fingers. Do you want my cock, Faith?”

“Uh-h, god yes,” she panted. She was already frigging herself too hard; she had to consciously back off and pace herself. “I want your cock, Joe. Now.”

“I guide you over to my wide desk and push your hips against it while I undo the buttons on your jacket and pull it off, tossing it on the floor. I love the sight of your bare back, and the feel of your tits. I give them another rough squeeze before pushing you down against the cold, dark wood. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, Faith: you over the desk, your face, your tits pressed against the cold, smooth surface. I push my knee between your legs and make you spread them wide. You know what I want, Faith…do it.”

She can hardly keep it together now. Her head is so in that room, her skin is so burning hot against the cold desk. “I… I…. I reach back and pull my skirt up, over my bare ass.”

Joe was breathing harder, his voice uneven. “That’s it. God, I can’t take my eyes off that creamy white ass, Faith. I unzip myself to free my throbbing cock and lay it in between those beautiful globes. Mm-m, it’s hot against your cool cheeks. I bend over you and press my mouth right by your ear. ‘You wet, cock-hungry slut. I’m going to fuck you till you scream.’”

Faith’s body was shuddering. Her fingers working deftly, rubbing circles around the clit that felt like a beacon. “Do it…Joe. Please, fuck me, please!”

“You know I will. I grab my cock and nudge it between your cunt lips, sliding the burning head back and forth – I love the sound you’re making, Faith. I find your hole and push myself against it, teasing you. Damn… your cunt’s hot. It takes all my control not to ram myself into you and fuck you fast. But I don’t. I want you to suffer.”

Her two fingers were poised at the entrance to her passage, waiting for him to tell her when. “Don’t make me wait. I need it so bad, Joe! Oh, god… Please!”

“I love it when you beg, Faith. I can’t resist it. I slowly push in until I feel that pop and the heat of your cunt around my dick head. Yes-s! Fuck, you feel good. Now I have to penetrate you, pushing my dick in, deep as it will go. Oh, god, Faith… you’re so damn tight.”

Faith penetrated herself quickly, brutally, and cried out. The walls of her cunt clamped down snuggly around her fingers, greedy for more. “Joe… all of it. I want all of your cock. Give it to me!”

He was grunting now, stroking fast and firm. “Like this? Like this, you greedy slut? That’s what you are, aren’t you? Nothing but my sweet cock-whore. Take it… take every inch of it. Ride it, Faith!”

“Yes,” she keened, “exactly like this. I’m so close, Joe. I’m gonna come so soon!”

The moan on the other end of the line pushed her over the edge. “Oh, Faith…fuck…come for me, baby. Come on my cock. I’m gonna fill you… now! Oh, fuck…now!”

Faith began to shake and spasm around her fingers as she fucked herself roughly, pushing them through her contracting hole. “Joe…Jesus!” Her words deteriorated into animal sounds as her orgasm rode over her, firing storm after storm of neurons, making her whole body jerk.

For a while, all she could hear was their combined efforts to catch their breath. She whimpered as an aftershock, and then another, played tricks with her muscles.

“Faith?” His voice was still breathless.

“Yes?”

“That was so nice. Thanks.”

“No, thank you, Joe. Really, I mean it.”

“Call me again sometime. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

He sighed. She imagined that she heard him turn over onto his side; the pillow damped his voice.

“Reach out and touch, Faith. Anytime.”

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