HELLO PAPUCHI! (Part II)

Contrary to his expectations, he quickly fell asleep. But unlike on so many thousands of other nights, this time dreamt of a woman He woke up several times, startled, only to fall asleep again and be visited by the same dreamy, extremely realistic reveries. He woke up several times, startled, only to fall asleep again and be visited by the same dreamy, extremely realistic reveries. Each time, he noticed that he had a major erection, but was no longer able to distinguish between dream and reality. Thus he spent one of the strangest nights of his life. Until morning came, and he listened almost with relief to the dull ringing of the alarm clock, signalling him to resume his routine.
Because what he didn't know was that the previous day was just the beginning of a series of torturous days. Both in the office and in his flat, the calls from the unknown sexopath followed one after the other, to the repeated reprimand of the boss when it was during working hours. As fed up as he was frightened, he summoned up all the courage he had never had and decided to report the incident to the local police station. He hardly slept, was losing his appetite and was getting noticeably weaker due to the anguish caused by the flaming communications from the unknown woman, which increased in intensity as the days went by.
Under the sardonic gaze of the officer on duty, blushing to the point of shame and stuttering like a machine gun, he filed a complaint for "indecent harassment" at the police office, hoping in his heart of hearts that this would be enough to put an end to the ordeal. But it was not to be.

Late afternoon and evening, night after night, the unilateral communication was repeated, until after a week Gregorio thought he was on the verge of panic, when he heard: "Papuchito...the day has finally arrived; tomorrow we'll meet, yes or yes, and I'm going to make you know heaven, my male goat. Get the bathtub ready, take the things out of the wardrobe, hang up the swing and leave all the toys at hand, the party's about to begin. Oh, I'm counting the minutes until I can feel you inside me, my little thing! Well, bye-bye; get plenty of rest, you're going to need it, you little cutie".

That was enough for poor Gregorio. The next day... and he didn't say where, or when, for the worse. After a nightmare night and a day at the office waiting for the phone (which this time didn't ring!), the poor devil left the company, more terrified than ever. Remembering the torturous pleasure he felt for moments in the lustful dreams that the calls provoked was not enough to compensate for the panic he felt at the possibility of an encounter with such a hot, unknown woman.

Such things were not for him. He was left with the vague hope that the police had arranged, as promised, for a guard outside his home. But it was highly unlikely, judging by the derision with which they took the report. Indeed, there were no uniformed men to be seen in the vicinity.
God willing, he thought in his death throes, as he approached his home. He entered the building as cautiously as he could, staggered down the dingy corridor, and finally summoned up the courage to enter the flat.

The door was forced open, and he felt his heart stop. As he entered, and before he could do anything, he saw blinding floodlights and television cameras on the imposing figure of a portly blonde woman, scantily clad in a tiny, transparent "Baby Doll", holding a bottle of champagne in her right hand and approaching him saying, "Hi, Daddy, you're the happy winner of SEX EXPRESSthe contest that makes your erotic dreams come true. We've chosen you out of five thousand anonymous candidates to spend the night of your dreams with me. Take everything off and come to bed, we're going to film you for the EROTIC SHOCK channel, which sponsors all this. You'll be seen all over the world, tiger! And the lights fell on him, as the woman threw herself on top of him and covered him with kisses.
Those were the last words Gregorio heard before fainting and falling roundly to the floor. From there, to the intensive care unit of the nearest hospital, following a cardiac arrest, and then to the cemetery, because a few days later he died without being able to recover from the fatal shock of seeing that female, nor from the stress of those days, and without understanding what was happening.

The Erotic Sock channel paid all the expenses for the hospitalisation and burial.