El Señor del Telefono 2 - editado y resubido

THE LORD OF THE TELEPHONE 2

Two weeks had already passed since my obliged encounter with someone I never got to see the face of. In my head was the idea that he would call me again and also the idea that I would never hear from him again. On one side, I thought he would keep extorting me at his pleasure, and on the other side, I thought he had fulfilled his instincts as a masturbator and was done. Well, I continued with my daily life, trying not to get too worked up about this. But once again, I was far from knowing what would come.

It was Friday, my husband and my two sons were going to my mother-in-law's house for the weekend, I thought I would travel on Saturday night due to work reasons. So it was like 3 pm when they left. I was at my office attending to the last patient (who actually, as the other two had canceled their session, remained the one) so after finishing with him, I stayed preparing everything for Saturday. Around 6 pm, I had finished arranging my papers and medical records, leaving everything spotless. I thought about arriving home, taking a shower, and maybe organizing a meeting with my friends whom I hadn't seen in a while. As I left the office, Martha, my assistant, left me prepared mail to review and I went home. When I arrived at home, I prepared for a shower, took off my clothes, and got into the bathroom. After enjoying that comforting moment where no one bothered me or worried about someone needing the bathroom, I came out, sat in front of the PC, and reviewed the mail, wearing a bathrobe and a white thong. Then my cell phone rang and I answered.

- Hello

- Hello, is this Dr. Montes?

- Yes, it's her, who is it?

- Hi slut, how are you?

- You?!!!

- Yes, it's me, slut, I told you I would call you again

- What do you want? Don't you think that was enough last time? What do you want now???

- Calm down, slut, calm down, you know, if you refuse, it will It ends your career, your family, everything, okay?

- This is fine, what's the point?
- Something simple to do. There's a white envelope in your mailbox addressed to AVILA SA, I want you to deliver it at the microcenter around 22:30hs. It's on Lavalle pedestrian street, at Multicine, go to room 4 and ask for Mr. Ávila at the window, it's something simple, right?
- This is fine, that's all? (Asked fearfully, almost knowing what was coming)
- Yes, that's all, but since it's going to rain, I want you to bring your black pilot jacket that you wear on those days... and under that pilot, take a sweater, the black tights you wore when you played hockey, the long ones and the white thong you're wearing now...... without a dress or anything, are we?
- But... how does he know what I'm wearing now?
- Ha ha, that doesn't matter, slut, do what I told you and nothing more, no questions... And like I said before, I'll be watching you, so you know...
- Wait until 22hs and leave the house on your way to where he told me, dressed in my black pilot jacket, black tights, a sweater, and white thong, praying that nobody sees me. Took a taxi and left. When I arrived at Corrientes and Suipacha avenue, I got off and walked. Arrived at Multicine (a place where they project conditioned films), went to room 4 and asked for Mr. Ávila. They let me pass into the room and told me to follow the hallway until the red door. Started walking down the hallway, seeing few people, men, some of whom got hard when they saw a woman there, others said things as they passed, but I didn't care, just wanted to deliver that envelope and go home. When I reached the red door, a man, Mr. Ávila, asked me what I wanted, told him I had an envelope for him, handed it over, and when I was about to leave, he told me to wait. He made me wait there... I thought maybe he wanted to send another one about how to respond. ….I messed up again. He came back and asked me to accompany him. It was a place with little light, we walked a few meters and when we got to another door he told me to go in and wait there. With no other choice I did it, entered, closed the door and stayed there. My surprise was that I ended up in a bathroom, there was a toilet, sink, small mirror, walls with large stains of humidity, a real disaster. I took my head and said to myself: what have I gotten myself into, for God's sake!!!!!. Then the door opened, 4 men and Mr. Ávila entered, from inside I thought, 5 guys and me, here they're going to rape me, kill me and no one will know, God!!!! It can't be happening to me, God!!!!. Ávila told me to take off my pilot, quickly, he took me gently by the arms and leaned me against the wall, like that, dressed in a sweater, white thong, stockings, I was completely at their mercy. I was paralyzed, felt pure terror, couldn't breathe or speak less. The 5 guys approached me and started touching me all over, while Ávila kissed me on the mouth, I felt hands on my tits, pussy and ass, they rubbed my tits, legs inside, opened my butt with their hands and pulled my thong to make it go in more, then I started to get hot, yes, get hot. All this took on a higher temperature when one of them started pouring oil on my breasts and booty. My nipples started hardening, my pussy was getting wet like my ass. And the hands kept touching me more and more strongly. They rubbed my pussy with desire, and I felt it getting wet and swelling, they put me facing away from them and rubbed my butt, opened it and passed their hands over it, from my pussy to my ass. I had tits, pussy and ass with oil. Ávila on one side and another guy on the other side, they were nibbling my ear, putting their tongue inside my Heard and they repeated 'you're a slut' After 10 minutes my head was begging for one thing, to be caught, I wanted them to catch me, I couldn't take it anymore, I had been so turned on, by God, my mouth was wet and open, my nipples totally hard, my pussy humid and swollen just like my ass that was throbbing. I wanted cock, yes, cock, already, urgently, I was burning up. I had left with nothing but my socks on, and inside I was begging to be put in position and screwed right there. They put me in 4 on the floor and then someone else joined, a fat, hairy man who looked like he just got out of a Turkish bath or some kind of caldera. He stopped in front of me, took off his shirt, one of them grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against his belly, filling my face with his sweat, they lifted me up and ordered me to lick his armpits, I knelt down again and the man pulled out his cock, fat and smelly, he grabbed my hair and rubbed the whole cock and balls all over my face. I was exploding, begging, desiring them to catch me. Then they finished, got up and left, the 5 guys went out the door, looking at me and laughing, and Mr. Ávila told me to wash up, get dressed and leave. So I did, I washed up, got dressed and left. Already outside the bathroom, I walked down the hallway, the movie had ended, the lights were on and most of the people who were there were leaving. Then when I started walking down that hallway, the guys started saying all sorts of things to me. And of course, I was disheveled, sweaty and besides, I came out with my pilot open and without a sweater, so several noticed I was wearing thong and had my tits out 'You're a slut, eh' 'Come here, I've got something for you, come see' they were saying all sorts of things to me and I was rushing to get out of there. And that's how I left the Multicine, walked, hailed a taxi and went back home. The heat I had on top was terrible, my head was racing at 1000 per hour: '...sons of sluts, me' They fingered me, they got me hot... sons of a slut ... and on top I wanted them to take me there just like that, for god's sake, what's happening to me? I'm not like this, for god's sake!! I was quite upset, but with a rare mix that had never happened to me before, I was angry at what they had done or angry because they didn't take me?...... tried to calm myself down while going in the taxi. Sometimes I calmed down, but sometimes I fantasized about the driver deviating from the road and raping me....... Enough!!! Please, this is not me, enough......

I arrived home and was still thinking about what had happened. Better I calm down, I told myself, give myself a cold shower and good, masturbate to get rid of the heat and that's it, I'll end the day and go to sleep. That was my plan, got to the front door, went in and locked the door with the key, turned on the light and when I entered the living room I got the biggest surprise, something I never expected. He was sitting in a chair from my living room Suárez, yes, Suárez, the guy who had taken me at the beginning of this nightmare. I stayed there, speechless, unable to make a sound. Then my phone rang:

- How did you pass, slut? Did you leave hot?

- Look (I could barely speak and stuttered) no... what do you want?

- I imagine you're hot after those guys fingered you well?

- What do you want...

- OK, slut, it's like this, I want to help you, Suárez is here, don't you know him? You'll explain. You have two options; the first is to tell me NO and give Suárez the phone, he'll get up and politely leave. The second is to say SI, give Suárez the phone and prepare yourself for the strongest screwing you can imagine. Think about it well, if he leaves, you'll be left to jerk off to get rid of the enormous heat you have, but if he stays, I assure you that you won't forget him.

- Ehhhh,

- You're hesitating, slut, are you thinking? Jajá jajá. Come on, stupid, decide, does he go or stay? Come...

I never thought it would be up to me to decide this. On one hand, my rational thought was that it would leave, I was at my house, in no way was I going to let that happen in my house, where I live with my husband. But on the other hand, there was my side that was letting go, that slut side, like the phone guy said, that side wanted me to stay and take me, in my house, that made my head hot, I used the word: pussy, ass, all of me wanted to take it, wanted cock. Enough, to hell with everything, enough, answer: - YES, let it stay - What slut? Repeat it - That's YES, let it stay. - OK, pass me the phone. I gave my cell phone to Suárez, talked to him and he returned it to me. - Ready, already arranged with him - Yes sir - Well, slut, there is a main rule in this, you will be his slave, you will obey everything he tells you, are we? - Yes sir - Good, starting now you will talk to him until he says so - Yes sir - You will treat him with respect, smiling and you will tell him that you're very hot and want to take him however he wants, are you slut? - Yes sir - Good, I'll be watching everything, don't go crazy because you lose... bye. So it ended up like this, Suárez sitting in the armchair and me standing in front of him. I left my rational side behind and gave myself to my animal side, not caring about anything at all. I looked at him and received the same from him. Standing there, with the black pilot half-open, showing my sweater, thong, and stockings. Then I started talking to him like the phone guy told me: - Hello Mr. Suárez - Hello... Doctor? - That's me - Specialization? - Psychologist? - Mmm... Psychologist, OK.... - Good, here you have it, ready for whatever you want, without complaining, without asking, you'll say what - Take off the pilot, sweater and stockings, come on... - So I did, left the pilot on the armchair, my sweater and black stockings. Stayed in thong, nothing more. He looked at me, rubbed his groin and smiled. - Get closer, climb onto the rat table, put yourself on your knees in front of me, with your legs open, come on, let me explain how this is. I got up onto the mouse table and put myself in the position he had told me to, with my legs open. He ran his notebook over me and said: 'Well, things are going to be like this: you're my slut, you don't say anything or complain, you don't speak unless I tell you to, is that clear? ' - Yes, sir ' - You're going to do what I tell you, otherwise, I'll pick up the phone and goodbye to your life, are we? ' - Yes, sir ' - Fine......you're really getting me hot in this position because it shows off your pussy well, and the thong is lost between your butt cheeks. To be honest, you look like a porn actress, my porn actress. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Now take off the thong, put on some stockings and go to the kitchen naked and make me a coffee, I'll be right back. ' - I got up, took off the thong, put on my stockings and went to the kitchen, walking around my house naked, begging nothing in this to be seen from any window. I started making him a coffee that he had asked for, while thinking: 'what am I doing, leaving a stranger have me in my own home naked and submissive? What's going on with me, what is this feeling of pleasure at being in this situation, naked and dominated by another man? Am I really a slut?, well, here I am, despite my thoughts, I liked it. ' - He came to the kitchen, I finished making him his coffee, served it to him in a cup, he sat down at the table and told me to open the oven door and put half of my body inside, leaving my waist down outside, and I did. He was drinking coffee and I was waiting in the oven (never better said) while he kept saying: 'Linda pussy and nice ass. I'm going to tear you apart, slut, are we? You're going to thank me when your pussy is well used up and your ass is destroyed, and me? ' - Yes, sir ' - Fine, tasty coffee, now I'm off to the living room, wait for me here without moving, are we? ' - Yes, sir ' - I saw him leave and left me there waiting, with a very morbid sensation in my chest, as if I were enjoying the situation. Yes, I was enjoying it.

He came back five minutes later and told me to get out. When I did, I saw him completely naked, hairy, chubby, with a fat cock half-hard, looking at me. I got down on my knees and he said:

- Slut, put this dildo in your ass, come on, put it in, come on

I did it without much difficulty, since it was small but long. After I had it inside, he ordered me to crawl to the bathroom and get into the bathtub. I crawled to the bathroom, got into the tub, knelt down, and pushed the dildo deep into my ass while looking at him. He came over, grabbed my hair, and said:

- Now slut, ask me to cum, come on slut, please

I looked up at him, almost stuttering as I asked again, but he didn't like the way I did it, so he gave me a slap in the face and told me to ask again:

- Sir, please, I'm asking you to cum, I want to taste your cum, sir, please

- What a disgusting slut...take it, try it

And he started cumming all over my face, mouth; his cum pouring down onto my body, my hard nipples, that hot liquid falling, yes, I was cumming and I was enjoying it. He ordered me to swallow and I did, swallowing the hot, bitter liquid, which made me feel even hotter. When I finished, he grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the tub, making me kneel in front of the toilet, pushing half his body inside, lowering the lid, leaving only my waist outside, pulling the dildo out of my ass and putting his hard cock into my pussy...and started fucking me:

- Do you like this cheap slut, do you like this?

- Yes, sir

- You dirty slut, you're going to eat cock all night, you dirty tramp...

- Yes, sir

I moaned, enjoyed it, felt a sense of pleasure I had never felt before. A morbid, degenerate screw, I loved it, my wet and swollen pussy... I enjoyed every pumping that Suarez gave me. And I kept going, in a moment I lifted the lid, left my neck under the second lid (the one for sitting), took hold of my hair and he continued to grab me, giving it to me harder each time, and each time he did, I enjoyed like a slut slut.

I got out of the bathroom, naked, wet, disheveled, took myself to the kitchen, again inside the oven, without being able to look at anything but the interior of the oven, and then he put his cock in me and gave it to me. He gave it to me harder each time. I took myself to the living room, and he kept giving it to me on the big couch, on the small couches - Every time you're in this couch, I want you to remember how you got fucked like a slut, remember that. He made me walk around the entire house; the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the laundry room, he caught me everywhere.

We went back to the living room, took hold of my hair and ordered me to take the notebook to our next place, my bedroom. And there we were. I left the notebook on a table, he put himself in front of it and at the second moment my image was on the screen. I saw myself disheveled, naked, with my mouth open, with a face like a terrible slut, I have to admit.

- Well, slut, you've been behaving well so far

- Thank you, sir

- Now you're going to look at me, I'm going to put on these glasses. See that little red light, good, it's the camera, so I'm going to film you. Why now? Well, we're in your bedroom, where you sleep with your husband, right?

- Yes, sir

- Well, the thing is that I'm going to use this camera and the notebook's camera. I'll film you with my glasses and the phone's lord will look at you through the cam. Open your MSN, give it a show.

I opened my MSN, and there was a sign asking me to add a contact, I added it and a window opened

- It's me, slut, give me a good show, give it a go

Then Suarez gave me a paper and told me to look at the cam and read it. It said:

- I am Dr. Montes, psychologist, and with the help of the phone lord, I realized that I'm a terrible slut, dirty, cheap, I realized that I'm addicted to cock, which I really like what Mr. Suarez is doing to me in my house, in my bedroom…

Finished reading the paper and Suárez took me to the foot of the bed, made me kneel down and gave me another paper to read while he filmed with his camera:

- My lord, my master, I want to ask you please, take me on my bed where I sleep with my husband, I want to ask you please, take me by the ass, I want you to break it well, destroy it, because I'm a slut, because I am a slut

- Well, slut, that's what I like, now by your request, I'll break your ass well, cheap slut. That is, try not to shout too much, you know, so my neighbors don't hear...ajajá.

- Yes sir

- Suck my cock, slut, come on

I started sucking his cock, with that feeling of pleasure I told before, enjoying it, even knowing what Suárez was going to do to me, I enjoyed it, I felt so dirty, so used, so slutty

- Get up on 4 above the bed, looking at the notebook, come on...

- Yes sir

- Look at your face, slut, look at that cheap slut's face you have eh?

- Yes sir

- Come on, slut, ask me to break your ass well, ask me, come on

- Sir, please, I want you to break my ass well, please sir, please

I passed my tongue and he put his cock in my ass; it felt hard, I felt like it was opening up, like it was entering, I grabbed my hair to look good at the notebook camera, and started pumping me, first slowly, then wildly, I felt like my ass was about to explode, like it was being opened up, destroyed, and instead of screaming, I just wanted him to give me more, not stop. At one point he put my thong in my mouth and used a sock as a rein...and kept going, strong, saying:

- slut, you like shit slut! You like my cock eh, you like it when I break your ass eh, slut, take it, take it!!!!

On the one hand, I felt an indescribable sensation, on the other, I looked at my face on the screen, totally gone with the heat, what slut for God, I thought it was for me, that slut would turn out to be... After pumping myself well like an animal, I took her off, got close to the camera and threw all my cum on my face, I had finished. I looked at myself on the screen, full of cum on my face, dripping, disheveled, with my mouth open, my eyes completely glazed over. While I was recovering on the side, he showed me a part of his filming, he showed how my ass looks; Open, destroyed, a disaster. But it was already done. He washed up, changed, and came to the room where I was smoking a joint. He asked me to come with him to the door. I opened it and he left without saying a word to me. I went back to the room and my cell phone rang, it was the lord of the phone: - slut !!!! What a nice show you gave me, your sincere words and your porn spectacle, for God!!!! …..What a slut you are, what a slut !!!! - With this we're done, right? I think that's enough. - No slut , haha, not yet, you still have one more call to go...ahora go wash yourself and think well about what happened today, because I think you have a lot to think about...hahaha. Bye slut …. I took a good shower, went to bed and thought about what the lord of the phone had said to me....and he was right, I had to think a lot about what had happened today........but it wasn't the time....I was tired, sleepy and had to get up early to go to work and then at night see my family........to think I had all Saturday...for now to sleep and wait to see what awaited me in the next call from the lord of the phone.

2 comentários - El Señor del Telefono 2 - editado y resubido

Marc_2 +1
con tanta producción de material podrías subirte una foto tuya, no trolita??? ni siquiera hace falta que se le vea la cara Dra., digo a falta de una descripción de cómo está de lomo...