The Voice - Part Ten

(warning: contains non-consensual sex)

The address in Islington was difficult to find. Lester finally resorted to an A to Z, and recognized a small lane behind the Sainsbury's close to Angel station.

He had never been allowed to speak to her before ten PM, so he decided that was when she must start work. He got there at 9:30 and found that the address was a pair of double fire doors into a long low building that looked quite a bit like a warehouse. Picking an alcove across the lane, he stood in the shadows and waited.

At about 9:50, women began turning up in groups. They laughed and chatted as they pushed a button and waited to be buzzed into the building. He could see them quite clearly as they passed beneath the streetlamp. It was a warm night and they were all wearing summer clothes. Some of them looked very beautiful, some were very ugly, but there was no way he could tell which was Sonia. He closed his eyes, listening to their voices as they chatted or spoke into the intercom, but none seemed familiar. By 10:10, after another batch of women left the building, he realized that, if she'd come, he'd missed her.

Lester caught a taxi and went home, feeling despondent. How would he ever find his Sonia? Miserable, he dialled the number and asked for her.

"Hello there." It was her warm, familiar voice.

"Hello Sonia."

"How are you this evening?"

"I've missed you."

The voice on the phone made a purring sound. "I've missed you too, baby. Are you randy?"

"Yes...yes I am. I've been thinking of you all day."

"Oh, baby! Me too. But now we're together and we can make each other feel good."

Lester released a little moan and unzipped his trousers, pushed down his underwear and clutched his cock in his fist. It was already throbbing. "Yes, yes... I want to feel good with you. I want to hear you make that wonderful sound you make when you orgasm."

"You do? Ahhh... I'm wet already. Are you hard?"

"Very hard. I ache... for you."

"Mmm... baby. Is your big, sweet cock ready for me?"

"Yes, Sonia. I'm ready."

"Let me kiss it...lick it."

Lester could hardly contain himself. Unconsciously, his hand pumped the shaft of his cock. "Oh...Sonia...please!"

"Push the head between my lips... now... can you feel my hot mouth around it?"

"Uhhh...yes."

Across the line, he listened to her make the most delicious sucking sounds. He pressed the receiver to his ear until it hurt.

"Mmm...like that. Push it in deep, feel my tongue writhing on the underside?"

He couldn't speak. Tears were running down his face. He groaned, half in agony, half in ecstasy; his cock ached at his own rough handling.

"Feed me, baby. Feed me your big, sweet cock."

Lester cried out, the phone slipping from his shoulder as he arched his back and shot into the hot void of her mouth. Thick, white streams pulsed from the tip of his cock, landing on his chest, his arms, the carpet, his face. He collapsed back into the chair, panting.

"Baby?" Her voice sounded distant and drowning until he realized that it wasn't next to his ear anymore. He grabbed the receiver with a slippery hand.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright, baby?"

"Sonia?"

"Mmm. What, baby?"

"I...I love you."

The feminine, soft voice giggled. A wriggling serpent writhing its way inside him. "Me too."

 

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