(Based on the song of the same name,
recorded by Depeche Mode, Marilyn Manson and Johnny Cash)
â€œHello.â€ The voice on the other end of the line was rich and gravelly, like a man whoâ€™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 manâ€™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.
â€œWhatâ€™s your name?â€
â€œThatâ€™s a nice name. Hi, Faith.â€
â€œTh- thanks. Hi,â€ she stuttered. â€œAre you the guy, you know, on the website with the telephone number?â€
â€œThe one that saysâ€¦â€
â€œYes. Thatâ€™s me. You have the right number.â€
â€œThereâ€™s nothing on the site about how much you charge.â€
â€œI donâ€™t charge. â€œ
â€œI thought this was aâ€¦â€
â€œAre you alone, Faith?â€
The abrupt change of topic took her by surprise. â€œYes.â€
â€œAre you lonely?â€
For no reason she could explain, the question annoyed her; it felt intrusive. â€œNo. I just wanted to know what this was about.â€ Her tone was strident and defensive.
â€œSh-h, Faith. Are you in bed? Lie back for me, baby.â€
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. â€œOkay.â€
â€œNowâ€¦ no lying, Faith. Are you lonely?â€™
â€œYes.â€ It was a whisper of a response.
â€œMmm. Me too.â€ She heard rustling on the other end and sound of someone getting comfortable. â€œHorny, tooâ€¦ Are you? Are you horny, Faith?â€
â€œA little, I guess.â€
He chuckled into the receiver. A low, wicked rumble deep in his chest: â€œDonâ€™t be shy with me, I know youâ€™re horny. I can hear it in your voice. Itâ€™s sticky â€™round the edges. Are you sticky for me, Faith?â€
A note of want escaped with her next breath. â€œYes.â€
â€œNice. Iâ€™m gonna make sure you have to change the sheets afterwards. Iâ€™m gonna make you a sticky little mess.â€ Faith heard more rustling on his end and a faint groan. â€œIâ€™m holding my cock, and I can feel it swelling just thinking about all that sweet cream youâ€™re going to make. Touch yourself for me, Faith. Just one little finger â€“ make it nice and sticky for me.â€
The last couple of sentences had brought feathery streams of heat up Faithâ€™s neck and onto her cheeks. She couldnâ€™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 didnâ€™t belong to her. A pinprick of electricity made her hips twitch once as she slid a fingertip over her hooded nub.
â€œItâ€™s wetâ€¦ Iâ€™m wet.â€
â€œI 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, Faithâ€¦ it makes me so hot.â€
Moving her hand upwards, she grazed her left nipple, circling it with the slippery digit. â€œItâ€™s warm and wetâ€¦ then the air hits it and it cools; I can feel my nipple start to sting as it gets erect.â€
A little appreciative murmur from him, and then, â€œPinch it.â€
In the dark chill of the room, Faith did as he asked, feeling the echoes of the pressure all over her body.
â€œCan you feel it in your cunt, Faith? Pinch both of them and tell meâ€¦â€
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. â€œOh, yesâ€¦ I can feel it. My pussyâ€™s throbbing.â€
â€œThatâ€™s my girl. Now slide those hands down, over your stomach. Follow the feeling to its source.â€
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.
â€œCan you tell meâ€¦ what youâ€™re doing? Please?â€
Another soft, low chuckle. â€œOf course. Thought youâ€™d never ask, Faith. Iâ€™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. Iâ€™m imagining the dark humidity of your snatch and how it would feel to nudge it with my cockhead. Why donâ€™t you move your hips a little to make him feel welcome.â€
â€œYesâ€¦ I am. My cuntâ€™s getting so wet. I have to push my fingers in.â€
â€œDo it, Faith.â€
â€œAh-h. Itâ€™s so slippery and my clit is getting harder and harder. So sensitive.â€
â€œDo you know what Iâ€™d like, Faith?â€
â€œWhat would you likeâ€¦. Um. Hey, whatâ€™s your name, anyway.â€ Suddenly it struck her as absurd that sheâ€™d been having such an intimate conversation with this man and didnâ€™t even know his name.
â€œWhat would you like, Joe?â€
â€œIâ€™d like to see you walk into my office, wearing a dark suit and high heels. The skirtâ€™s just a little too tight and a little too short for normal office wear. Why would that be, Faith?â€
â€œBecause I want you to notice me, Joe.â€
â€œI 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, donâ€™t you?â€
Faith closed her eyes and giggled. â€œMm-m, you caught me. Thatâ€™s exactly want I want.â€
â€œOh, Faith, you gorgeous cock-tease. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.â€
The words and the way he used them sent shivers spidering out from her center. â€œDo you?â€ she asked, coyly, playing the part.
â€œCome into my office now, and close the door behind you.â€
â€œRight away, Sir.â€
â€œNiceâ€¦very nice. Once youâ€™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 youâ€™re not safe anymore.â€
â€œNervous and excited. Both.â€
â€œWhen 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, â€˜Faith, what a brazen little slut you are. I know what you want.â€™â€
â€œYouâ€™re breath is so hot on my neck and my nipples are pressing against the wool of my suit.â€
â€œI peek over your shoulder and look down the gap in your suit-jacket. Youâ€™re not wearing a blouse or a bra. Fuck, that makes me hot. I know Iâ€™m not wrong. I know youâ€™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. â€˜Do you like it Faith?â€™â€
â€œItâ€™s what I want. What I need. I grind my ass back against your crotch and sigh.â€
â€œYouâ€™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.â€
â€œBut you donâ€™t. You feel my bare pussy, instead. And itâ€™s already oozing.â€
â€œOh-h, fuck,â€ he moans. Faith can hear the telltale sounds of his rhythmic stroking. â€œYou sweet, fucking whore. Youâ€™re so ready. I slide my fingers between your cunt lips and then taste my juicy fingers. Do you want my cock, Faith?â€
â€œUh-h, god yes,â€ she panted. She was already frigging herself too hard; she had to consciously back off and pace herself. â€œI want your cock, Joe. Now.â€
â€œI 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. Itâ€™s the hottest thing youâ€™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, Faithâ€¦do it.â€
She can hardly keep it together now. Her head is so in that room, her skin is so burning hot against the cold desk. â€œIâ€¦ Iâ€¦. I reach back and pull my skirt up, over my bare ass.â€
Joe was breathing harder, his voice uneven. â€œThatâ€™s it. God, I canâ€™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, itâ€™s hot against your cool cheeks. I bend over you and press my mouth right by your ear. â€˜You wet, cock-hungry slut. Iâ€™m going to fuck you till you scream.â€™â€
Faithâ€™s body was shuddering. Her fingers working deftly, rubbing circles around the clit that felt like a beacon. â€œDo itâ€¦Joe. Please, fuck me, please!â€
â€œYou know I will. I grab my cock and nudge it between your cunt lips, sliding the burning head back and forth â€“ I love the sound youâ€™re making, Faith. I find your hole and push myself against it, teasing you. Damnâ€¦ your cuntâ€™s hot. It takes all my control not to ram myself into you and fuck you fast. But I donâ€™t. I want you to suffer.â€
Her two fingers were poised at the entrance to her passage, waiting for him to tell her when. â€œDonâ€™t make me wait. I need it so bad, Joe! Oh, godâ€¦ Please!â€
â€œI love it when you beg, Faith. I canâ€™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, Faithâ€¦ youâ€™re so damn tight.â€
Faith penetrated herself quickly, brutally, and cried out. The walls of her cunt clamped down snuggly around her fingers, greedy for more. â€œJoeâ€¦ all of it. I want all of your cock. Give it to me!â€
He was grunting now, stroking fast and firm. â€œLike this? Like this, you greedy slut? Thatâ€™s what you are, arenâ€™t you? Nothing but my sweet cock-whore. Take itâ€¦ take every inch of it. Ride it, Faith!â€
â€œYes,â€ she keened, â€œexactly like this. Iâ€™m so close, Joe. Iâ€™m gonna come so soon!â€
The moan on the other end of the line pushed her over the edge. â€œOh, Faithâ€¦fuckâ€¦come for me, baby. Come on my cock. Iâ€™m gonna fill youâ€¦ now! Oh, fuckâ€¦now!â€
Faith began to shake and spasm around her fingers as she fucked herself roughly, pushing them through her contracting hole. â€œJoeâ€¦Jesus!â€ 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.
â€œFaith?â€ His voice was still breathless.
â€œThat was so nice. Thanks.â€
â€œNo, thank you, Joe. Really, I mean it.â€
â€œCall me again sometime. Okay?â€
â€œAre you sure?â€
He sighed. She imagined that she heard him turn over onto his side; the pillow damped his voice.
â€œReach out and touch, Faith. Anytime.â€