The Old Number (Closed for sexiskye)

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“Fuck!” the words escaped his lips as he saw that the phone he just bought still had the old owner’s information. On the other hand, as he prepared to reset the mobile to factory standard, he could check the pictures stored in the memory….

Soon, he uttered another expletive, “Damn!” as he browsed through a series of naked selfies; and videos of an attractive woman performing a number of sexual acts with various men: such as the one where she gave a guy a blowjob before letting him fuck her in the ass….

The more he watched – the more he wanted her to also put his dick inside all her holes. So, instead of erasing her data, he called her home number. Hoping that she’ll answer….
 
Her old number flashed on the cordless "what the fuck" Sam said under her breath as she stumbled in her house.

Sam was home from work before her husband. She quickly changed ignoring the phone that would not stop ringing, stopping to look in the mirror , she was getting on in age but she never felt sexier. Sam was 35 married avg. life. Blonde hair, blue eyes, curves that men loved. But recently she had been playing outside her marriage. Her husband had no idea of course.

Sam had found Tinder and played on there for her it lead to a few hook ups with guys younger then her so it gave her that little boost knowing that she still had it type thing. But it had been a few months of play and she had stopped.

Sam had got herself a new phone and number to start fresh and easier this way then trying to get the guys to stop bugging.

So when her old number came up on the home phone it struck her as a bit odd. Plus it kept ringing, who ever it was wanted to talk.

She took a deep breath hitting answer "hello who is this and why do you keep calling?"
 
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Finally, he thought, she answered the phone: “I’m the guy who has your old phone.” Her attitude banished any hesitation he possessed and he immediately added, “You got some interesting stuff in here.”

He paused a bit to mask any nervousness before going on, “I bet your husband would like to know the shit you’ve been doing behind his back.” As he waited for her response, he quickly said, “So don’t even think about hanging up on me!”
 
Sam gasped and felt her body get flush, she knew her cheeks were bright red. Holding on to the phone tight.

"Look I'm not sure who you think you called" she started trying to bluff hoping it was a mix up somehow.

"I can assure you my husband knows of everything I do" as she spoke those words she thought back to one of her flings. How he had her bent over the bed fucking her hard, and the guy she was fucking commenting how hot it was fucking another's wife.

"I think you have me mixed up with another....." Sam started before the voice on the other end cut her off.
 
“No, Sam,” he replied in order to stop her lying, “you’re the one I want.” He certainly heard her breathing grow rapid and convinced himself that her husband knew nothing of her extramarital activities, “So you better show up to the address I’m texting you!”

He then hung up; and sent the address with the following warning: You got one hour to get here!
 
Click and then went that dailtone sound. Sam stood there frozen, her heart was beating so fast she thought for sure would come out of her chest.

Then she heard her phone beep a text snapping her out of the haze. Quickly slamming the home phone she runs to the kitchen and fumbles to open the message.

COME TO 1369 JOHN ST EASY TO FIND HEAD UPSTAIRS AND GO TO ROOM 10...... 1 HOUR

Sam was shaking if her husband found out "shit" she whispered thinking quick she sent Dan a message about how she was called back out to work again and would be home soon, he always bought it as usual.

Getting in the car quick punching the address into her Nav and was off.

She pulled up to a block of rundown units, "oh please no" she muttered walking slowly up the stairs it was as bad as she thought.

#10 the door was in front of her, what was she in for. Sam was shaking so bad heart pounding but fuck Dan couldnt know.

Sam knocked on the door "umm hello?"
 
In response to Sam’s knocking, the door automatically opened to reveal a dark chamber. The grating sound of unlubricated metal filled the hallway as an LED floodlight illuminated a chair in the middle of the room. Facing Sam, a vibrator protruded from the space cut out from the seat.

Noticing her lack of movement, a voice then invited Sam inside: “Glad you can make it, Sam.” He said as a smaller lamp lit a garment rack with clothes hangers. “Please take off your clothes and sit on the chair.”
 
Sam look around, the room was dark and damp. That buzzing noise came from the LED light as it shone on her. The grinding metal noise made her heart skip.

" I ummm" she started slowly walking in as the door shut behind her making her jump a little. "Who are you?" She asked " and I'm not taking my clothes off" trying to sound tough.

She looked at the chair, odd contraption with a vibrator protruding out there. She assumed was for her....... Her felt that pit in her stomach now.
 
“That’s too bad,” the voice coming from the multiple speakers situated in the studio shot back at Sam, “I guess you really do want Dan to find out what a big slut you are…” After the echoes of his speech stopped bouncing off the insulated walls, he went on bark, “Otherwise, you better get undressed and sit on the fucking chair!”
 
Sam jumped at the demand from the Unknown voice.

She slowly walked to the clothes rack removing her clothes, naked cold and vulnerable she tried to cover herself up.

Walked to the chair Sam looked at it, then looked around the room trying to see who was there making her do this.

Was it Dan did he know? The thought crossed her mind.

Sam sat in the chair trying to avoid the sex toy staring at her, she tried to keep her modesty but her tits were too big for that.

Looking around the room to the bright light " Now what?" She asked nervously
 
“This,” the voice simply remarked as the vibrator stirred to life. The head buzzed at full power, directly stimulating her pussy. Moisture gathered around her lips as the massager abruptly turned to pulse mode – send sharp, but very arousing jolts of pleasure to Sam’s cunt.

Seeing that she still refused to enjoy herself; he put his lips next to the microphone and suggested the following: “Please start playing with yourself or Dan will get to see a live stream of you getting off on that toy….”
 
As the vibrator jolt to life between her legs, so did her clit. ' no' she thought 'stop it you horn bitch'

The voice again telling her what to do, every time startling her. Sam looked around who was there, was there a camera or a bluff.

Sam had no choice, picking up the wand letting it touch her wet pussy. She moaned at the pulses closing her eyes. She spread her legs wider on the chair, slinking forward a little. Her other hand now parting her lips exposing her clit to the vibrations.

"Oh shit" she moaned the wand picking up speed now. She forgot where she was and enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself.
 
“That’s good,” said the man admiring her masturbation. As his gaze fixed on her large bosom, he encouraged her to, “Play with your tits! Put them with your mouth and suck on your nipples!”

He loved how her juices coated the vibrator – making the head shiny with her cum. As she climbed towards an orgasm, the much of the surface of the chair (along with bald crotch) glistened from the light reflecting off her feminine secretions. Redirecting the camera to her a close up of the slippery parts between her legs, he added: “Come on! Let yourself go! I know you love to squirt!”
 
Sam blindly obeyed the orders, her fingers wet in her juices touching her nipple. She pinches it rolling around between her fingers before her tongue flicks out licking it.

She could feel herself on the brink her clit tingling ready to let go, she could feel how wet she made herself. Oddly turned on by the situation.

The voice again telling her to cum, the vibrator buzzes faster. Sam instictly pushes it hard on her clit......fingers now sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Oh shit" Sam cries out as she floods the chair, she sprays her cum across the floor. The chair is now dripping and a puddle underneath. Not done tho keeping the vibrator in place she keeps herself squirting hard.

Throwing her head back her fingers slowly come out of her drenched folds, her leg shakes a little "hmmm fuck" she moans as on more stream of cum shoots across the floor.

Sam sits in the chair her legs still spread open, cum dripping to the floor and down her legs. She was still holding the toy in her hand, the light catching how wet it was.
 
“Very good!” exclaimed the disembodied voice – carried by the speakers placed around the studio - that expressed his admiration for her performance. “Look down and see at how of a mess you’ve made of the floor! That’s easily a couple of feet!”

While praising Sam’s ability to project her cum across the room; he also turned on another lamp so that she can marvel at her handiwork. As his cameras continued to record the aftermath of her climax, he finally pronounced:

“You may dress and go home.” However, he also chimed in, “I’ll be in touch….”
 
Sam looked around, she could help but see the mess. This person was focused on it lighting the area, she knew she climaxed hard just didn't realise how much.

She got up quickly ran to her clothes, the stranger left a towel there for her to clean up. Sam quickly got dressed. She kept looking at the chair and that toy that was still there.

Sam was walking to leave and started talking to the room " what do you mean be in touch?" Walking around in a circle " I can't do this you got what you wanted"

She quickly walked to the door was just about out when the voice again said would be in touch.

"Fuck you" she muttered and quickly left, she hurried home to take a hot shower and forget what just happened.
 
“But you will,” replied the voice of the stranger as he continued, “do as I please and I will contact you again….” Briefly pausing, he then emphasized his threat by stating calmly, “unless you want Dan to get a copy of this night’s masturbation scene….”

Once she shown acquiescence to their arrangement by leaving without further complaint, he said to his parting guest, “I look forward to our next meeting, Sam....”

The following day, he picked up Sam’s old cell phone and called her at work. He waited for her to respond; wondering if she’ll enjoy the scenario he had planned for tonight’s assignation….
 
Sam seen her old number flash up on the phone, 'fuck off' she whispered ignoring it. She sent a quick text IN MEETING CALL IN HOUR. Sam was just trying to stall.

Closing her eyes trying to think who could be doing this to her and why? She gripped her phone tight. 'Last time' she thought 'I'll play this again and threaten the cops, maybe that will end it'

Just then her phone rang again Sam cleared her throat "hello"
 
“Hello, Sam,” said the man at the other end of the line, “can you excuse yourself from and come over right now?” The voice started with a genteel attitude before adding the following incentive, “I would hate for you to have to explain why your coworkers received an email with the following attachment…”

He then sent aforementioned file to Sam’s work computer: a video of her seated on a chair and grinding her vulva on a vibrator. At the end of the movie, she came hard and sprayed the area in front of her pussy. Shot from several angles, the recording showed her nude body in great detail (with several close-ups of her satisfied countenance – especially after her grand orgasm).
 
Sam held the phone to her ear not speaking, watching the video she was in shock silently watching. 'There were cameras everywhere' Sam watched on. The close ups 'he was right there' she thought shivers ran down her back.

She turned off the screen hold her head down "same address as before?" Then hung up the phone. Putting her head on her desk Sam closed her eyes a letting out a big sigh. Looking up she flicks her monitor back on. The video paused on a close up of her pressing the vibe on her clit quickly turning it off again she grabbed her keys and things headed out faking a headache.

Driving off to the same address, Sam already had a chill remembering the sound of the machinery and then the bright lights.

Walking up the stairs #10, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she knocks on the door. 'What is he going to do now' she thought
 
As the doors parted to give Sam a view of the studio, she saw the large bed located in the middle of the large room. The voice, becoming eerily familiar to her ears, welcomed her return: “It’s good to see you again, Sam….”

“Please take off your clothes and put them on the rack,” continued the voice with the calm demeanor. While watching his nervous guest undress, he also added, “One of the hangers has a blindfold. I want you to put it on once you’re on the bed.”
 
Sam walked in that voice again, greeting her with smugness. The cold chair was replaced with a bed this time.

She went and as told got undressed again trying to cover herself, but then remembering the video the cameras were everywhere. Her eyes darted around the room as Sam slowly crept to the bed.

Sitting down she tried to shield the light before putting the blindfold on "I don't know who you are" she started talking "but this can't go on" taking a deep breath and trying to sound convincing "I'll go to the cops" her voice shaking

Sam sat there clutching the blindfold reluctantly not putting it on
 
Anticipating her moment of defiance, he matter-of-factly answered, “You are free to inform the authorities.” Without the slightest hint of hesitation to indicate trepidation, he went to say, “but if you do so, then everyone will know of hobbies…”

The wall opposite Sam suddenly displayed her enlarged figure as the video of last night replayed on the impromptu movie screen. Her anatomy – from intimate details like her erect nipples and puffy labia – presented in full detail for their owner’s inspection. Assuming she sat speechless in shock, he serenely interjected:

“I hope you loved my masterpiece, Sam.” He, possessing an impish spirit, added, “While I would love to share your experiences to the world, I respect your desire to keep our affair… a private matter.”
 
She stared at the screen, there she was pleasing herself and the way he made Sam look....it was as if she wanted it and performed for the camera. There was no way Dan would ever believe it was forced.

Sam grabbed the blindflod looking at it then back to the movie still playing. She then did what he asked. Sam did tie it loose in hoping he didn't catch it, she was hoping of a peek at something.

She crossed her arms across her chest muttering "I hate you" her heart was pounding now. What was he going to do now. Sam could hear footsteps coming towards her, she licked her lips "please just be nice"
 
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