****** Phone Call from London by Slyphidine ******
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Phone Call from London


This story is copyrighted and may not be posted anywhere without my express
permission.

[This is a story about my British girlfriend and me (with her British accent,
"Dan" sounds like "Don"). I sent it to her in an e-mail, but was so amused that
I changed the names and sent it here. Have fun.]

"Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrring! Bbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!"

"Hello?"

"Hello is Don there?"

"No, sorry, wrong number."

"Oh."

"Wait. Do you mean Dan?"

"Yes, Don. It's Sara."

"Sara! Are you calling me all the way from London?"

"Yes, Don. My parents are out of the house right now, so I thought I'd give you
a ring."

"Sara, do you know it's 6 AM?"

"Yes, Don, but I was so horny, I had to call you."

"What does horny have to do with it? And more importantly, what can I do about
it?"

"Well, Don, I'm rubbing my nipples at the moment, and thinking of the time you
were touching me that one time."

"Which time was that?"

"It was when we were at that seminar at the hotel with Jen and Bill. You kept
telling me..."

"Wait. When?"

"At North Carolina when we were at that festival, and I was giving you..."

"You bitch, that wasn't me. That must have been that bastard Klotz!"

"Really? No, wait. It..."

"Yes, it was Klotz! I can't believe you brought that up that bastard you
cheated on me with."

"Oh, sorry. My mind's a bit fuzzy."

"I can't believe you."

"Ok, I'll make it up to you. Remember the time I tied you in the chair?"

"I think so."

"And I gave you a blow job?"

"Your blow jobs fucking rock, Sara!"

"And you came in my mouth and I chased you around the room while I tried to
spit it in your mouth? I ended up spitting it down your back."

"How could I forget? Or the time I tied you up."

"I remember you did that a lot."

"But this time was right after you told me you fucked that guy."

"Klotz?"

"Yeah, whatever. And I started fucking you so hard. I was jamming it in as far
as I could. And finally, I started shouting, 'Anna! I think I'm coming!' And
you..."

"Who?"

"Sara, who else?

"But you said Anna."

"I did not!"

"I heard you, Don. You said Anna. You were thinking about fucking Anna, weren't
you?"

"Of course not. I said Sara!"

"You fucking bastard!"

"Now look Molly, I..."

"WHAT?!?"

"What? I didn't say anything!"

"You just said Sara... I mean Molly."

"This is just sad, Sara. Are you that pathetic that you think I'm obsessed with
other girls? Who did I fuck daily for the months of November and December, and
January and February to a lesser degree?"

"You didn't fuck me until the end of December."

"Yes. I'm so glad we waited too. We could have totally destroyed our
relationship, Sara."

"Yes, you're such a good man. And your haircut is great."

"So here's the deal Sara. I don't know if we'll be together when we get to
school next year. I have to discuss it with Anna and Molly."

"HEY!"

"Kidding! But regardless, I'm going to tell you what I'm planning to do to you
when I get there in August. I'm moving into my apartment at the end of August."

"Go on, Don."

"Well, first I carry you into my apartment."

"That doesn't sound bad."

"Well, you're naked, handcuffed, hog tied, and there's a black sack tied over
your head. How's that so far?"

"Not too bad. Go on."

"So, next I take you to the bathroom and throw you in the shower, turn it on
extra hot, and melt your skin off."

"Don!"

"Sorry. I turn it on extra warm and get in with you. I take the sack off your
head, and unhogtie you (is that a word?), though I leave the handcuffs on.
Anyway, I'm standing behind you with a bar of soap and lathering it all over
your body, making you all slick and slippery. Maybe I'll massage your back if
you're lucky. Then I circle your nipples with the soap until they're hard and
perky. Next I spooge all over your back because you're so fucking hot."

"Scratch that last part."

"Sorry. So after you're nice and clean, including your ass and gummy depths
(which I scrub out with steel wool), I shut off the water and get you a towel.
You step out of the shower, and I towel you off, like the posh little bitch you
are. Then, I pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Unfortunately, since
you're 6 feet tall, I bang your head into the doorway before I can get you
through."

"Ouch!"

"When you regain consciousness, you are lying on my bed, totally nude except
for a gorilla costume."

"This is the last warning, Don."

"Totally nude. Your hands are tied to huge steel rings in the wall, and your
legs are tied to two steel rings coming up from the floor. You're be lying
spread and vulnerable. I come close to you, dressed only in one of your bras
(just kidding!) and tenderly lick your nipples. I kiss you deeply, inserting my
tongue as far is it will go down your throat. When you run out of air, you lose
consciousness again. While you're asleep, I make myself a sandwich and go hang
out with my friend John."

"Stop it!"

"Anyway, a few hours later, I come back. I take a glass of water and pour some
into your mouth while you're lying in bed. Wait a minute! It's not water! It's
a pitcher of semen! Well, after you choke it down, I get you some real water.
Then I lie beside you and slowly lash your nipples with my skilled tongue. This
continues for about a half hour, each moment becoming more unbearable, until
you push me away. That is, you would if you were untied. Ha ha!"

"Ha ha. This is really exciting, Don. [yet another instance in which Sara's
attempt at sarcasm is lost on Dan]"

"I know, I'm about to gush all over the telephone just thinking about it. So
then I nuzzle my way down to your pussy. Your cunt. Your boy toy. Your liquid
pool of desire. Your..."

"Enough!"

"Well, anyway, I find that spot you love so much after about 15 minutes, and
you hump my hand until we're both numb."

"Just like the good old days."

"Anyway, I untie you after you come, and..."

"Nice try Don. You don't know how to make me come. Never have, never will."

"Well, that's why this is a fantasy. Maybe if you had working female genitalia,
you could..."

"Well, Klotz could always make me come."

"Do you want me to finish, or vomit all over the phone?"

"Go on."

"So I untie you and sit on top of you. You guide my 17 inch rock-hard cock into
your 17 inch rock-hard mouth and give me the lubrication I'll be needing to
fuck your ass. Then..."

"Ass? I'm not into that, Don."

"Yeah, but I will be! So I flip you over and slide all 23 inches deep into your
ass. It doesn't hurt because, well, because these are words, and it didn't
really happen. If it did, you'd be ripped in half. But that's another story."

"I can't wait."

"Anyway, I luxuriate in your miraculously lubricated ass and pump you a few
times. It's a bit strange at first, but you find your rhythm, and soon it feels
fantastic."

"Whatever."

"So I pull out and get the alcohol to soak my penis in to kill all the germs.
Soon I'm disinfected, but in tremendous pain. What was that I learned about not
soaking my dick in alcohol?"

"Tell me another time."

"I grab for a condom, but you throw it out of my reach. 'This time you're
coming inside of me!'"

"Wait, Don, I'm supposed to say that."

"Go ahead."

"This time you're coming around the... This time I'm coming into... Damn!"

"Well, you say it, and I can't resist. Your body is so fucking fine, that I'd
be an idiot not to knock you up and force the child into slave labour."

"You're a sicko. But I liked the way you spelled labour."

"So I pick you up by the waist and slowly impale you on my Viking love
warrior."

"Your what?"

"Never mind. I start out pretty slow at first, because I have absolutely no
staying power. Ten seconds later, I come and nod off to sleep."

"Finish it a little better than that."

"Well, I start out fucking you with your legs on my shoulders. I'm hitting your
G-spot, so you start warning me about how you have to pee. Then I tell you what
I learned at work [it's true. I learned that most women experience a feeling
that they have to urinate, but it passes. I love my job], and you start to
squeal with pleasure. I tease you for the noises you're making. In one fell
swoop, I flip you over onto your stomach (simply by rotating you on my dick)
and begin fucking you doggie style. I can't take too much of this and start to
empty testicle after testicle after testicle of raw "Don" sperm into your
jelly-like womb. If there are any small creatures living in there, they drown
within moments. By the way, did I tell you how much sperm you'd be getting."

"No."

"A lot."

"Oh."

"Anyway, after we're done, we lie down on the bed and relax in the post-orgasm
glow. Well, at least one of us does. Guess who?"

"Fuck you."

"So we take a nap and curl up in each other's arms. When we wake up, there is a
puddle of semen oozing from your crotch. The end."

"That was pretty disgusting."

"Well, wait until August, and judge for yourself. I should be taking off.. Have
fun in London, and tell everybody I said hello."

"You don't know anybody here."

"Their loss. Goodbye, my little Angel of Cunt Juice."

"Sweet Dreams, Semen Demon."

"Click!"

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