Summary: Dean gets another phone call from a Mystery Caller.
Notes/Warnings: Explicit talk of a variety of sexual acts including rimming, oral sex, and anal sex
Author's Note: Written after a conversation with virtualpersonal about the beauty of anonymous phone sex
Fic Banner made by realm_of_ylith from screen caps that I got from raloria
Dean sat alone in the motel room. Sammy had gone out a while ago to do some research at the library and pick up some takeout food. It was getting dark, but Sammy probably wouldn’t be back for another hour or two based on his phone call a little while ago.
Dean occupied himself reviewing the paper clippings that they had already obtained on this current case they were checking into. He really needed to see what Sam came up with to finish connecting the dots.
Dean’s cell phone rang again. Sam must have found something important to be calling back so quickly.
Looking at the display window on his phone, the incoming call was from an unidentified caller. Dean answered the phone. There were three seconds of silence. Three seconds for him to realize it was happening again. Three seconds for his cock to surge as he waited for the voice.
“Hello?” he said as more of a question than a greeting. He wasn’t sure who was calling, but hoped that it was the same mystery caller who had called him one other time before.
“Hi, Dean. Are you alone?” the soft and sexy male voice on the other end of the phone asked him.
“Yes, I’m alone.”
“Good. Were you hoping that I would call you again?” the voice all but purred in his ear. The voice of the unknown caller had the power to turn him on more than even being physically in the room with another person. It was almost a whisper and so fucking sexy. It was the sexiest voice Dean had ever heard in his life.
Swallowing slowly, Dean admitted, “Yes, I was hoping that you would call again.”
“That makes me very happy, Dean. You make me very happy. You are so hot and sexy and I love talking to you. Your voice is velvety smooth and you do amazing things to me just by listening to your voice.”
“Your voice has that effect on me, too.” Dean told his mystery caller.
“Dean, are you sitting in a chair or lying on the bed?”
“Well, I’m not doing either of those things. Once the phone rang I stood up to answer it and I’m still standing up. I’m not really sure what to do. If I should sit in a chair or lie down. To tell you the truth, I’m a little confused because before the first time you called, I’d never done anything like this before.”
“Baby, don’t be confused. I’m gonna take care of you,” the voice that sounded like sex oozing through the phone told him.
“Dean, do you have one of those wireless headsets, like a Bluetooth?”
“Yes, I do. I don’t use it very often, but I have one.”
“Sweetie, I want you to go and get the Bluetooth and put it on because before I am finished with you, you are going to be using both of your hands. Can you do that for me?”
Dean went over to his bag and dug through one of the pockets until he found what he was looking for. He secured the Bluetooth attachment to his ear and said, “Okay, I found it and I am using it. Can you hear me okay?”
“Oh yes, I can hear you perfectly. Are you still standing up?”
“I want you to be sure there is enough light in the room that you can see yourself but not too much light. Go over to the mirror and set the phone down and look at yourself in the mirror. Tell me what you see.”
“There isn’t much to tell. It’s just me wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt and a green long-sleeved shirt over that with the cuffs rolled up and my amulet that I never take off. My hair is kind of messy because I’ve been reading and haven’t left the room in a while.”
“I wish I was there with you, standing behind you and seeing what you see in the mirror. You say there isn’t much to tell, but Dean Winchester, I have seen you and you are beautiful. Almost so beautiful that it hurts to look at you,” the mystery caller confessed to Dean.
So, thought Dean, this isn’t a random call that happened twice. This man knows who I am. “You know me?”
“We’ve met. Is that a problem?”
“No. I want this. I need this. Tell me what to do next. Please.”
“Take off your long sleeved shirt and your t-shirt and look at yourself in the mirror. You still have on your jeans and your amulet, but that’s all that you’re wearing, is that right?”
“Yes. Those and my briefs.”
“Dean do you want to touch yourself?”
Dean swallowed, barely able to breathe, but could only reply in a hushed whisper, “Yes.”
“Well, you can’t. Not until I tell you that it is okay. Do you understand me?”
The caller had to be kidding. He was to stand in front of the mirror and listen to the sexiest voice he’d ever heard, and he couldn’t touch himself? He didn’t want to make the caller angry, or for him to hang up and Dean found himself agreeing and saying, “Yes.”
“Look at your face in the mirror, especially your mouth. You know what I wish you were doing to me with that mouth of yours? I wish that you were sucking my cock. Working the head of my cock with those beautiful puffy lips that you have and sucking it like it was a lollypop. In and out and getting spit all over your lips so they are shinier and puffier than when you started sucking my cock. Then you take my cock all of the way in your nasty mouth and keep sucking while I fuck that mouth of yours. Do you wish that’s what you were doing with that gorgeous mouth of yours, too?”
Holy shit, who is this guy and how is it that he has his number down cold?
“I’ve never done that before but I swear to god, looking at my mouth and listening to you describe it, I’d fucking do that in a second. If you were here with me right now, I’d suck your cock and play with your balls and let you fuck my mouth. God, yes. I want that.”
“Good boy. Undo the button on your jeans and slide the zipper down about halfway but do not touch your cock. Do your understand me? No touching of the cock or any other part of your gorgeous body unless I tell you. For all you know I have you tied up right now and you only move your hands when I tell you. Stay with me on this. It will be worth it. I promise.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dean stammered breathlessly, almost unable to reply to the caller.
“Do I sound like I’m kidding? You better not cheat or I’ll know. You got that? Don’t worry. I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it. Do you want me to be your daddy? If you do, I’ll walk you through it step by step until you are strung so tight that when I finally let you touch yourself and taste the drops off the head of your cock, you’ll be well on your way to having the best orgasm ever.”
“Does anybody say no to you? Because I swear to god, I could blow my load right now just listening to you. How do you know so much about me and what will get me off? I’ve never had anybody talk to me like you. The things you say make me so hard I can’t believe it. I’ll do anything that you say, you know I will. Please, tell me what to do. I want to come so hard while I listen to your sexy voice and while I do the things that you tell me to do. I want you to be my daddy and I’ll be your bitch.”
“Ooh, I think you are catching on. Take your right hand up to your mouth and I want you to suck two fingers into your mouth, get them good and wet. Suck on them like you are sucking my cock. I know that my cock is so much fatter than your fingers, but the sucking and the motion is the same. Do you like that? Tell me without taking your fingers out.”
“Mmmm. Yuth, I like it.”
“Okay, slide them out and around your lips and get them all wet. Suck them in one more time and then pull them out and take your fingers down and rub them over your nipples, both of them, to get them wet. Now, take both of your hands to your nipples and roll the nipples between your fingers and your thumbs and give them a squeeze. Do you like that?”
“Yes. They are so hard it is like I am playing with my nipples but I can feel it in my cock. Jesus. Yes. I like it.”
“Good. Now, trail your hands down your body ever so lightly. Feel how nice that feels. Is it raising goose bumps on you? Touch yourself everywhere that you are naked and watch your face and how fucking hot you look touching yourself like that. You can pinch your nipples, lick your fingers, just don’t touch your cock, not yet. And watch yourself. Don’t forget to breathe. Do you like what you see?”
“I am imagining that you are standing behind me and that these are your hands touching me and making me want you so bad that I’d do anything you wanted me to do. It’s you teasing me and turning me on. I’m touching my neck right in that spot below my ear where my neck meets my shoulder and I’m imagining you there licking and sucking me and marking me as yours. It is driving me fucking crazy and I want to touch my cock. Please. Please let me take off my pants so I can jack off and shoot my load. I want you so bad. I want to come so bad. Please.”
“Ooh, kitty likes to beg. You beg so pretty, too. If I was there, Dean, I would mark you as mine. I’d mark you right there on your neck, right where you like it. I’d bite my way down your body and suck and bite on your nipples until you were squirming under me like a greedy little whore and I’d still lick and bite down further. I’d put my mouth on your hipbone and suck so hard that the blood would be just below the surface of the skin. You’d be squirming even more, wanting me to mark you and suck you and fuck you till everyone knew you were my bitch. You’d be begging me for it even more than you are now. And I wouldn’t let you touch me. You’d have to keep your arms out to the sides, but I’d let you sit up enough to watch me finally finish unzipping your pants and rise up on my knees so that I could slide your pants and briefs off leaving you completely naked except for your amulet, your cock leaking onto your stomach.
“Then, Dean, when I had you completely at my mercy I’d lick those juices off of your stomach and take the head of your cock in my mouth and start sucking you off. Is that what you want me to do to you?”
“Holy fucking shit. Yes. Jesus Christ. I’m standing here looking at myself and imagining you doing all of that to me and I still have my fucking pants on. Please let me take them off. I’m gonna come in my pants without even touching myself if you keep talking like that. Please. I’ll only touch myself when you say it’s okay. Please let me take it out and look at it while I’m imagining you sucking me off. God, this is incredible. I want that so bad. I’d love to suck you but the way you described sucking me and biting me is killing me.”
“Ooh, kitty wants to play. I’ll let you take your pants off, but follow instructions. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror and unzip yourself the rest of the way. Slip your pants off but keep your briefs on for now. You should be standing there in just your briefs and your amulet. Can you see your cock straining to get out of your briefs? Is there a wet spot where the tip of your cock is pushing against the cotton? Are you a nasty little bitch who wants it so bad? I think you are a nasty bitch who loves cock and wants to get fucked in the ass before he gets to come. Isn’t that right?”
“I’ve never been with a man before, but I’m standing here in my briefs and there is a wet spot and I think my cock is harder that it has ever been before and it’s because of you and your sexy nasty dirty voice that I’m throbbing like this. And, yes, if you were here I’d be begging you to fuck me in the ass. I can’t believe that I’m saying that but Jesus Fucking Christ, Daddy, you have me wound so tight I’d bend over for you right now if you were here, as long as you’d keep talking dirty to me and calling me your bitch and your whore. Daddy, I want it so bad. Daddy, I want you to fuck me in the ass. Can I touch it now? Please, let me touch it. The wet spot is getting even bigger and my cock is actually throbbing in my briefs. I can see it straining to get out. I wish you were here so you could take it out and put your hands on it.”
“You are a good little bitch, aren’t you, begging your Daddy to fuck you in the ass. I love that. If I was there you know what I’d do before I fucked you in the ass? I’d get you on the bed and up on your knees and spread your ass cheeks apart and slide my tongue up and down the crease of your ass and around and around your hole until you were squirming and shoving your ass back toward my face. Then, I’d slide my tongue in your ass and rim your ass until it was dripping wet and I had your ass juices all over my mouth and my chin. I’d stick two fingers up your ass while I held onto your hip so tight I was bruising you and I’d work those fingers inside you until I found your sweet spot and made you scream and beg for more. I’d keep working your ass until you begged me to take them out and stick my fat fucking cock in your ass. I’d spit in my hand and rub it all over my cock and I’d line it right up to your asshole and work it in ever so slowly. I’d be making you my bitch right then and there and you’d call me Daddy and beg me to fill your entire ass with my huge cock. I’d slam that cock into you until you were so full, you’d never felt anything like that before. And then, I’d finally let you touch your cock in rhythm with me fucking your ass. Dean, you still with me baby?”
“Yes,” he almost squeaked, not recognizing the sound that came from his lips.
“Take your briefs off and touch your dick for me. Rub your fingers through the moisture at the tip of your cock and taste it. Does it taste good?”
“Daddy, it tastes so good. I wish it was yours and that I was tasting your come.”
“Baby, another time. I want you to bend over a little with one arm on the dresser but where you can still see yourself, your face and your hand working over your cock and imagine me behind you filling up your tight beautiful ass with my huge fucking cock and that I am fucking you and you are stroking yourself in time with my cock going in and out of your ass. I want you to fuck your hand until you shoot your hot load all over yourself imagining me fucking you in your tight juicy ass. I’m so good at fucking ass, I’d be hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, working you up into a frenzy. Dean, are you fucking your hand right now, are you thinking about what I am telling you? Are you almost ready to come? Come on baby, come on, I want you to come now, come for Daddy.”
“Yes, I am fisting my cock Daddy I’m coming, Daddy I’m coming all over the place…oh fuck!!!!!!!! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohmygodfuck!!!!!!!!” Dean shouts as his body shoots his load and he leans forward, arm collapsing on the dresser, his head coming to rest on his forearm, his other hand full of spunk. That was without a doubt the best orgasm he ever had in his entire life. Holy fucking shit, who is this guy?
“Ooh, kitty, you came so good for Daddy. How does it taste? Lick your come off your hand and tell me how good it tastes. You are such a good kitty. I wish it was me licking your come off your hand and your cock.”
“Jesus Christ. I’ve never come that hard in my life. It tastes fantastic, I think my knees are going to give out and I need to lie down before I fall down.”
“Go ahead and lay down. I’ll call you again in a few days, but in the meantime Daddy is going to be nice and say that it is okay for you to touch yourself until then. In fact, when you do, Daddy wants you to think about all of the things he said he wanted to do to you. You were such a good kitty. Daddy will call you to play again. ‘Night, kitten.” And the line went dead.
Dean picked up his clothes, put his briefs on, turned off the lights and climbed in his bed. He was exhausted and felt completely fucked out. Unbelievable.
On the other end of the phone, Sammy hung up with a smile on his face and a raging boner he’d take care of later. Dean needed that. He’d been strung so tight since the deal with the demon and it was so hard for him to let go. Sammy would do anything for his big brother. Even all of the things he described. He’d make a few more calls to Dean and then maybe admit that he was the Mystery Caller and maybe they could do those things together in the same room without the phone.
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