The Call

Sam was destroyed. The four photos kept looping in his mind: Stacy on her knees, her mouth full, eyes fixed on the camera, that hungry and submissive expression she had never given him. His cock ached from how hard it was, and shame burned in his chest.

With trembling hands, he dialed Stacy’s number.

The phone rang in the studio.

Victor, who had Stacy’s mouth full of his cock, let out a low laugh and gripped her hair harder.

“Answer the phone, whore,” he ordered in a whisper. “And don’t stop sucking. Talk to your husband while you suck my cock.”

Stacy, eyes wide and mouth stretched around the cock, looked at the phone vibrating on the side table. Victor brought it to her ear and put it on speaker.

“H-Hello…?” Stacy said, her voice muffled and broken by the cock filling her mouth.

“Stacy!” Sam’s voice sounded desperate, broken. “Are you okay? What’s going on down there? The photos… fuck, Stacy, what are you doing?”

Stacy let out a muffled moan as Victor pushed deeper. She swallowed around the cock and tried to speak as normally as possible.

“S-Sam… I’m… fine… Just… finishing the session…” she said, her voice trembling and clearly affected.

Victor stood over her, holding her head and slowly moving his hips, pushing all the way in. He whispered only for her, low enough that Sam couldn’t hear clearly:

“Tell him nothing’s wrong. Tell him it’s just work. And keep sucking, slut.”

Stacy obeyed, moving her head while she spoke.

“It’s… not what it looks like, love… The photos… the filters make it look worse than it is… I’m just… posing…”

Sam let out a sound of pain on the other end of the line.

“Stacy, I can see something in your mouth! I can see you on your knees! What the fuck are you doing?”

Victor pushed harder, making Stacy choke. She let out a muffled moan and recovered as best she could.

“Sam… please… don’t yell…” she said, her voice growing hoarser. “You… you’ve touched yourself looking at the photos too, right? Lila told me… Don’t be a hypocrite…”

Victor smiled and whispered in her ear, so Sam couldn’t hear:

“That’s it… turn it around. Make him feel guilty. Tell him he’s a pervert too.”

Stacy, with Victor’s cock almost fully in her mouth, continued:

“Sam… why are you so worked up? If you like the photos… if they turn you on… why are you angry? I’m just… working… for us…”

Sam was breathing hard on the other end.

“It’s not work! You’re sucking my uncle’s cock!”

Victor pushed all the way in and held still, forcing Stacy to swallow. She choked, coughed a little, and spoke again, her voice even more broken:

“Sam… you’re imagining things… The filters… make everything look different… I’m just… doing what they ask me to… And you… you’re touching yourself right now, aren’t you? While you call me… While you accuse me…”

Victor stroked her hair and whispered:

“Good little slut. Now tell him you like it. Tell him it turns you on knowing he’s listening.”

Stacy looked at the camera (which was still recording) and spoke with her mouth still full:

“Sam… if you really care so much… why don’t you come down? Or… do you prefer to stay upstairs… looking at the photos… and touching yourself… like always?”

Victor let out a silent laugh and started fucking her mouth with a steadier rhythm, making every thrust noticeable in Stacy’s voice.

Sam stayed silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice sounded defeated:

“Stacy… please… stop…”

Stacy, tears in her eyes and her mouth full, answered in an almost sweet, almost cruel tone:

“I can’t stop now, love… I have to finish… You… you finish too… okay? We’ll talk later…”

Victor pushed all the way one last time and came in Stacy’s mouth, forcing her to swallow. She let out a muffled moan and swallowed as much as she could while the phone was still connected.

“I love you, Sam…” Stacy whispered, her voice thick with saliva and cum mixed in her mouth. “Get some rest…”

And she hung up.

Victor looked down at her, his cock still semi-hard between her lips.

“Good girl,” he said with a cold smile. “Very good girl.”