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The Wrong Number
- By Tracy Ames
- Published February 12, 2009
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IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked
“Hello”
“Hi Justine?”
“Sorry, there is no Justine here.”
“I’m sorry. I must have dialed the wrong number.”
“No problem. Goodbye.” Vicky said hanging up the phone and curling up on her sofa for yet another Friday night in front on the TV. He didn’t sound so bad. Maybe I should have talked to him. But if he’s looking for Justine it’s not worth my time. Is that the phone again?
“Hello.”
“I’m sorry, it’s me again.” The deep male voice said with a slight laugh.
“Yeah, I thought you’d be calling back. I think she gave you the wrong number, it happens.” She said to his amusement.
“I guess so but then again she wasn’t half as interesting as she thought she was. I’ll never do another favor for a friend again.”
“Sorry to hear it. I hope you night gets better.” She said.
“It can’t get any worse. I’m home alone on a Friday night when the rest of Seattle is out living it up,” he said making Vicky laugh. “What are you doing sitting at home?”
“Nothing better to do and no one to keep me company.”
“Sad story but you’re not the only one sitting home alone. I’m with you. By the way my name is Shane.”
“Nice to meet you Shane. I’m Vicky. Are you new in town?”
“Does it show?”
“Yes.”
“Damn. I moved here three weeks ago. A friend of mine gave me a number of a ‘friend’ of his, Justine.”
“Ah, I get it. Sorry it didn’t work out.”
“I’m not. You saved me from having to listen to her yank on all night about the plight of White women in modern America. I can only listen to so much before dark impulses start to arise.”
“Hey how to you know I’m not an oppressed White woman.”
“Because you’ve held my interest for two solid minutes.” He said flirtatiously.
Vicky sunk into the cushion of her sofa. “I’m glad I’ve entertained you. If you don’t have any plans and you’re not afraid of coming over to a perfect stranger’s house then you are more then welcomed to come over and handgout with me.”
“I was hoping you’d ask but I have to tell you something. I’m White.”
“I know.”
“How did you know?”
“Because when I heard your voice my pussy got wet. My address is 2800 Yancy Blvd.
“I’ll see within the hour and when I get there I’ll see what I can do to your pussy.”
Less than 45 minutes later Shane was standing on her front porch. Normally going for the dark haired White man, Vicky couldn’t help being turned on by the blonde, blue eyed man kneeling before her working her long brown legs apart and she wasn’t putting up a fight. “Lift your ass.” Shane said removing Vicky’s underwear.
Spreading her legs, he kissed her pussy lips. She inhaled sharply and relaxed feeling his tongue flick her erect clit. “You like that? You like having your clit sucked?” he asked.
“Yeah. Oh shit!” She called out as he drove into her pussy, working her into a frenzy. He licked and sucked, kissed and licked while Vicky pulled at the sheets. “Wait, I’m about to cum.”
“Not yet.” Shane said stand that positioning himself between Vicky’s legs. “Let me know if it hurts.”
“I doubt that you’ll….oh shit!!” she shouted having misjudged his endowment. “Fuck Shane.” Her legs shook and her large brown tits bounced as he attacked her tender pussy. Her head pressed into the pillow, her hands clawed at his back.
“Vicky, you feel fucking amazing. Tell me if you need to tap out.” He said into her ear. She released a guttural moan. “Are you cumming baby?” he asked but she couldn’t answer; he large white cock was having its way with her slick pussy. She was at his mercy with little to do but allow him to do as he pleased. She screamed again as her orgasmic pussy sucked at him. “I see you like it rough. Good, me too. Turn over.” He said pulling out and flipping her over on her stomach. Without warning he slammed into her forcing her forward.
“Shane I’m cumming. Please harder.” She called out to him as he gripped her ass. Taking her queue, he yanked her up on all fours and drove into her with such power she had to brace herself against the headboard. It was clear she wasn’t going to be the one controlling this fuck-fest. He knew exactly what he wanted and what she needed. She pussy gave him all the ammo he needed to get them both off. Her orgasm approached, her pussy began to slosh, and she shouted his name continuously; he drove harder and harder until her orgasm shook them both.
“Shit Vicky, I’m cumming!” He pulled out of her and shot his load all over his round brown ass before he collapsed beside her. Minutes went by before either was capable of speaking. “Woman that was amazing. I didn’t see this happening tonight.”
“Neither did I.”
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7 Responses to "The Wrong Number" 
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said this on 01 Apr 2009 12:30:40 PM CDT
SEXY SEXY SEXY!
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said this on 21 Apr 2009 9:22:26 PM CDT
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
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said this on 04 Aug 2009 4:47:20 PM CDT
Goodness Gracious!! Water Please.
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said this on 05 Aug 2009 12:39:35 AM CDT
Thanks Catrice. Got a little hot under the collar huh?!?!?
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said this on 06 Mar 2011 3:04:40 AM CDT
Ok wow why don't any of my wrong number calls end like this??? Lol awesome story!
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said this on 28 Jun 2011 2:08:07 PM CDT
Jayde, because you haven't called me... (oh yes, and PS, I loved the story!! Whew!!)
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