Phone Sex Crossed Line

Note: In the UK 1471 returns the number of the last caller to your landline

Riiiing … Riiiiing

“Hello?”

A hiss, a scraping sound.

“Hello, who is this?” Impatient.

A zip being undone. Clunk.

“Is this a crank call?” Petulant.

A distant, male, voice “You want it don’t you? Take them off.”

“What the f ..”

Distant muffled “Oh yeah slowly.”

“Mmmh?”

A gasp, female this time. “Ooh stop teasing, put it in.”

“Aaah!” then a deep grunt, male, muffled.

“Look this is fucking sick, I’m hanging up.” But I don’t.

“Mmm, slower I want to feel you slide in and out.”

“Do you get off on this?” Intrigued.

“Yes.”

“Really?” Amazed.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Oh, I see. Hello, I can hear you .” Shouting, amused.

Male now guttural, ejaculatory uttereneces “Argh, uuurggh!”.

“I’m going now …” I hang up.

A voice, received pronunciation, says “Telephone number 0, 7, … called, today, at, 18, 16, hours”

NB: For those of you who were wondering, no, this is just a bit of fun. The idea came from a conversation I had with a friend the other day. And no, I’m not telling you what else we talked about 😉