“If I dragged my hard cock across your lips, would you be tempted to suck on it?”

“Who the fuck is this? You sick bastard, how dare you? What if my daughter picked up the phone? Fuck off, you dirty motherfucker!”

Bam! The line goes dead.

Norman squeezes the handset to his ear with his shoulder when it is slammed down by the unknown man he had just called. His hands fumble with his belt and trousers before he could reach inside and grip his twitching pecker. His eyes roll back into his head when he strokes down the aching member; the foreskin tightly tugged back to expose the shimmering glans to the open air. He shivers. Ecstatically.

Grinding his teeth, another number is dialed. Random white number blocks are pressed on the vintage red telephone until he hears it ringing.

“Negroni Tea Room, good day! How may I be of service?” the voice of what sounds like a young woman answers the call.

“I’m going to shove my fat cock into your mouth while I drill two fingers into your wet pussy,” he breathes into the handset. His eyes close and wait for a response, but there is only an awkward silence.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” Finally there is a confused response.

“Would you cum over my hand while I finger fuck you? When you're choking on my cock.”

“Jeeeesuz! What kind of creep are you then? You fucking wack geyser! You have some fucking nerve mate. Go fuck yourself and die!” Click.

Norm’s fingers clench tightly around the bulging prick, pumping it rhythmically as he imagines a young redhead cursing at him while they fucked.

Fuck. Nothing yet…

The loud landline buzzed after he tapped the handset on the receiver followed by his stiff index finger forcefully dialing another random number.

“You’ve reached the Jeffersons, but we are not in, so leave us a message!”

The receiver pressed down. More numbers are dialed.

“Hello, it’s Jen,” a soft female voice purrs.

He sits up, surprised at the velvet tones licking into his ear.

“Hello, is there anyone there?”

Her voice makes him smile.

“Would you call me daddy when you start cumming from my fat cock pounding your ass?”

Silence.

A conjured image forms in his mind. Caucasian. Pale white skin, dotted with freckles and moles. Short jet-black hair. And a white cotton dress. Norm’s edgy palm pumps renew life into his sagging prick. Her large, pretty brown eyes look back at him…

“I would.”

There is another silence. Norm nearly cums, but chokes it back down just in time. 

“What? You would do what?” he grinds his teeth, unsure if he even heard her correctly.

“I would, uhm, call you daddy,” she replies softly, “uhm, like if you were fucking my ass.”

Another long pause.

“How would you?” she offers first.

"How would I what?" he shoots back, still surprised at the responses he is getting.

“I mean, how hard would you fuck my ass?” her voice drops an octave and her seductive smoothness vibrates through his entire soul.

His jaw drops slowly before an opened mouth inhale a stuttered breath into the mouthpiece.

“Before I answer,” he stoutly counters, “touch yourself and tell me how your pussy feels. Describe it to me. In detail. My hand is wrapped around a big cock here.” He pauses, his gaze dropping down onto his stiff penis which is clutched tightly by his right hand.

“It’s throbbing in my hand, Jen. It wants your pussy, Jen.”

“Oh my God, Daddy, I love the way you say my name. Just give me a second so I can get to it.”

There are shuffling and muffled sounds before she returns.

“There we go. Okay, Daddy,” she purrs, “my fingers, oooh, they’re pretty damn cold!” she giggles before continuing, “They are gliding down my belly, trickling along the laced edge of my undies. My skin is smooth and soft. Warm actually. I want to slip my fingers into my knickers. Can I, Daddy? Can I put them in?”

Norm’s hand is wrapped tightly around his swollen cock, but frozen in the moment. Mesmerized. Hypnotized by the velvet seductress.

“Yes,” he delivers a hardly audible response before he coughs, clears his throat, and replies firmly: “Yes! Do it slowly. And keep telling me how it feels.”

“Oh my, I can feel that distinctive edge where my pubes start. Hmmm, it’s quite bushy. And so warm. Hmmmm. My fingers dip and traverse along the raised mound down into my folds. Hmmmm. Moist warm lips which suck at my finger.”

“How is that big cock of yours doing over there?”

Norm finds himself in a trans-like state. Milking his aching cock as her warm voice gushes over him. Like a golden shower. He can feel the hot liquid squirting against his skin as he imagines her squatting over him.

“My cock is rock hard, Jen. It’s fucking aching for your pussy. Dip your fingers into it. Tell me how hot it is. Tell me how wet you are!”

“Oh Daddy, my little clit is swelling under my fingers. It’s aching for your cock. It wants to be sucked. It wants to be fucked.”

“Push two fingers into it. Tell me how hot it is, Jen. Tell me, please.”

“Okay, Daddy, let me pry my lips apart. There, oh God, I can feel my pussy opening to the cool air. I’m going to use my middle finger, Daddy. Oooh!”

Jen’s moan oozes pre-cum from Norm’s throbbing cock.

“Oh my God, I’m so wet. My finger just slipped right in, Daddy. Oh fuck, that feels so good. Your big cock would do so much better though. It would stretch me wide open. Oh my God, Daddy, I can't help myself. I’m forcing three fingers in now. Aah, yes, fuck my pussy Daddy, fuck me hard!”

She hears the loud guttural groan when Norm starts cumming. He frantically keeps pumping as his semen spurts across the carpet. The hot gooey jizz drizzles down his cock clenched fist.

“Ooh, oh yes, I’m cumming too, Daddy. Oh yeah… AAAAGH!!”

Norm can hear the squishing wet slaps in between her ardent cries. He imagines how she is feverishly rubbing herself into an orgasmic frenzy. How her face contorts as she climaxes over and over.

Then there is silence. Just heavy breathing.

“So, do you do this often?” her question breaks the lingering wait.

“Not often, but it’s not the first time either,” he reluctantly replies.

“I am a cripple… I’m wheelchair-bound,” he adds a couple of seconds later. An attempt to clarify his behavior.

“You are the first person to respond like this, thank you,” and gently places the red handset back on the receiver.