Wrong Number
by JDlit71
Copyright© 2025 by JDlit71
BDSM Sex Story: Tom gets a strange phone call and a request that seems too good to be true. They picked the wrong number to call this time.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual NonConsensual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Black Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex .
It was an unusual Saturday night for Tom as he sat in his home office pouring over the monthly bills. Normally, he would tackle the math of his small business on a Tuesday night, but the week had been hectic with employees being out sick and more jobs being added at the last minute. It wasn’t rocket science, but it was tedious and required his full attention since Janet, his admin, was out on vacation.
His cellphone rang and he looked at the number, which he didn’t recognize, and decided to let it go to voicemail. Being 10:30 on a Saturday night was not going to be a business call and his priority was paying the bills.
He finished up his work a half hour later and was about to make himself a snack when his phone rang again. He looked, same number calling him. He was curious as to who would call this late on a weekend, so he googled the number and found it was a burner phone. Strange, but maybe if they called back, he would entertain whoever was in such a predicament as to need his urgent attention to their matter.
Within a minute he received a text from the same number. He read the text.
“You should answer your phone, it might be beneficial”
Beneficial? What kind of language was that? Now it sounded a bit more like business, but why not just text what you need? The phone rang twice before he decided to answer.
“Hello?” he said in his most curious tone.
“Hi. I’m surrounded by four big men and for whatever reason they chose your number out of my contacts to call. I’m naked, on all fours, I’m fucking a dildo behind me attached to the wall, and the men are lined up in front of me waiting for me to ask you what they should do next,” the woman said.
Tom didn’t recognize the voice, in fact, he felt like maybe the young woman was trying to sound young or at least disguise her voice as she spoke. Of course, he was scared for her safety.
“Do you want me to dial 911? Have you been kidnapped?” Tom quickly asked.
“Oh no. I paid them to come here and use me. It was their idea to call you though. So, should I call you Sir, or Mister, or Daddy, or is there another name since I don’t know you? You can call me Candy, because I’m sweet,” she giggled.
Tom was confused. Who was this? Why him? Why now? He had so many questions.
“Is this some kind of a prank? Who are you?” he asked.
“No, it’s not a prank. I’m just a slutty whore looking for some fun. You should look at it as an opportunity to use this fuck doll with no strings attached. If I get what I want, and you do a good job and you’re creative with what you tell these men to do to me, maybe I’ll let you be part of my next party,” she said, again giggling.
Tom hung up the phone. He wasn’t ready for this. Not that it didn’t sound fun, not that he didn’t have some creative ideas, but he needed a minute to gather his thoughts and he wasn’t thinking about whether they would give him another chance when he hung up. The phone rang again. Same number
“I’m sorry, this is all new to me, can you give me a minute to think?” Tom said as he answered.
“Tell you what, these guys are getting a little antsy and I’m not sure – mmph mmph, mmph,” the woman started.
It sounded like gargling or someone trying to talk with their mouth closed or full. Tom listened carefully and tried to figure out what was going on. He could hear voices, but they weren’t clear.
“Take that bitch! It’s hard to talk with a mouthful of dick,” he heard one man say.
He heard the young woman coughing and gagging and spitting, then more unintelligible sounds. He guessed that the man was fucking her mouth. He sat waiting and thinking about his next move. This slut was obviously either faking this whole call or she knew what she wanted. Tom decided to test the waters. He waited for the man to finish or whatever they were trying to emulate, then he would give them a task and request proof. He heard the man grunting.
“Ahh, yeah. Thank you sir! Paint your whore’s face and hair! I’ll lick it all up and swallow it down my slutty hungry mouth. Mmmm,” she said, making slurping sounds.
“Ok slut, time for your first task. You need to remove yourself from that dildo on the wall and replace it with a real man. Find something to mark the men with like a magic marker or better yet, a permanent marker, got it?” Tom asked.
“Yes, but I still don’t know what to call you?” the woman asked, giggling.
“Call me Daddy, put me on speaker and after you number those men, we’ll call them by their number, got it?” Tom ordered, now getting comfortable with his phone call.
Obviously they had dialed the wrong number because he didn’t know any of the voices he was hearing, but if they wanted some instructions, he was up for the challenge. They had no idea who they were dealing with. Tom had spent the last 10 years as an online Master to several slaves, and he used each of them brutally every day. He was in his element now, and he had nothing to lose. If they chickened out, he would know they weren’t pros, but if they played along, they would learn something about humiliation and slavery. He often told his own slaves online, “be careful what you ask for, you might wind up deeper than you’re ready to go”.
“Ok Daddy, you’re on speaker. We can all hear you and they’re all numbered. All my holes are open and waiting,” the woman said.
“Good slut. Now, number three, I want you to deepthroat Candy, the whore, until you’re hard. Then lay down on the floor and have her take your dick in her pussy with her tits facing you. Let me know when you’ve completed that task,” Tim demanded.
“Okay Daddy. Number three is–”
Candy was abruptly cut off as number three shoved his cock in her mouth. He could hear her choking and making gulping noises, which he imagined he was either pounding her mouth or they were acting like he was. He was still skeptical at this point, but his plan would prove one way or the other.
“Ok, he’s hard, really hard. He’s really, ahh, really big, Daddy! He’s filling up my hungry cunt,” Candy explained.
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