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A Voice On The Phone 
by D'Angelico Mysterioso (admin@designsbydangelico)

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A young woman has a very erotic and wet dream in which 
she does some very wicked things at the command of a 
strangely familiar voice on the phone only to be 
discovered in a most compromising position. (MF, exh, 
reluc, mast, mc)

***

Rinnnnngggg. Rinnnnngggg. Rinnnnnngggggg.

Slowly awakening to the insistent ring of the phone by 
your bed, you fumble for the receiver, bring it to your 
ear and groggily say, "Hello..."

"Hello," a deep male voice says.

"Who is this?" you ask.

"Don't you know?"

"You sound familiar, but, I was sleeping and I'm not 
quite awake."

"Sleeping? In the middle of the day? You're not some 
kind of layabout girl are you?"

It's only now that you look over at the clock and see 
that it's half past eleven in the morning.

"Well, are you?"

"Am I what?"

"A girl that lays in bed all day. I'll bet you're naked 
aren't you?"

"That's none of your..."

"Tell me, you're naked aren't you?"

You know you shouldn't answer, but something won't let 
you resist. The voice on the other end of the line is 
strange yet familiar and speaking to you with a 
commanding tone and insistence that you find 
irresistible.

"Yes...yes I am."

"I thought so." the voice says, with a tone that makes 
you a little ashamed but also aroused. 

"You sleep that way because you like the feel of the 
cool sheets on your skin. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Sometimes it feels so good that you become aroused, 
don't you?

"Yes."

"Your breasts get swollen and tight, your nipples 
engorged and protruding."

"Yes," you say, your breathing is getting heavier now 
and your breasts are swollen.

"And when that happens, you touch them don't you? You 
pull the sheet down and touch your breasts. Do it now."

"No, I can't, I shouldn't."

"Do it, NOW!"

You bring your fingertips up to your aching breast and 
brush them across the nipple which normally is a soft 
shade of pink, but now in your aroused state is more 
rose colored. The touch of your fingers is like an 
electric current and you gasp, sucking in your breath.

"Squeeze it squeeze your breast." the voice commands.

"You want to touch yourself, don't you?"

You start to answer no, but another word escapes your 
lips.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I want to touch myself."

"I thought so. Well what are you waiting for? Put your 
hand between your legs and touch yourself."

Slowly with the hand that's not cupping and kneading 
your breast and nipple, you reach down across your 
belly, over your mound and touch the outer lips of your 
pussy. They are as swollen as your breasts are and at 
that first touch an even deeper gasp of breath escapes 
your mouth. You hear the voice laughing a soft deep 
laugh that's wicked but caressing at the same time.

"That's it, rub it. Part the lips and touch your clit."

You do as commanded and that touch sends a shock down 
your spine that makes you arch your back involuntarily, 
a spasm of pure pleasure shooting up inside you. You 
drop the phone, but pick it up immediately. The voice 
is in your head now, resonating throughout your body, 
urging you commanding you. You can't resist it's 
instructions, you no longer want to resist. 

"Part your lips and put your finger in." That's it 
slide it down and in. Pull it up tight on your clit."

You obey, moving your finger in and out of your now 
soaking wet pussy, across the swollen nubbin of your 
clit. Waves of pleasure are overtaking you and you feel 
yourself starting to go over the edge...

"Stop!" the voice commands.

"No please, please I don't want to stop. I'm almost..."

"Stop now."

Your head is spinning and the waves are still rocking 
your body, but you obey.

"Do you have a mirror?"

"A what?"

"A mirror, a hand mirror. You have one; it's on your 
dresser. Go and get it."

It's only now, with your head still reeling and your 
eyes unfocused that you take in your surroundings. The 
room is strange but vaguely familiar. The feeling of 
deja-vu washes over you strongly as you get shakily to 
your feet. Stumbling over to the dresser, you find the 
hand mirror the voice said would be there. Going back 
over to the bed you lay back down putting the phone to 
your ear.

"Did you get it?"

"Yes" you say.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs."

"What?" you are starting to get enough composure back 
to question. But the voice won't let you get control 
again.

"Lie on your back, pull your knees up and spread your 
legs. Do it now."

You obey, lying back, pulling your knees up and 
spreading your legs. You are feeling totally exposed 
almost ashamed of the position you are in, but very 
excited nonetheless.

"Lay the phone down next to your ear on the pillow and 
hold the mirror in front of your pussy. Don't protest." 
the voice commands, "just do it."

You do as you are told, looking at the reflection of 
your swollen and now open pussy in the mirror. You've 
never in your wildest imaginings thought of doing this 
before, but the sight of your own sex in the mirror 
rekindles the heat in your body and your other hand 
finds your pussy again, spreading the lips wide so you 
can see what till now you've only imagined. Your 
fingers are back inside now, probing, thrusting, 
reaching further inside you than you ever thought 
possible.

The voice says something, but you don't understand,

the waves are taking over again, then another voice 
says, "Girl, are you going to lay in this bed all day 
long? What, what are you..."

"Mother, oh noooooooooooo...

Sitting bolt upright in bed, you look over at me. I'm 
lying there with a very large grin on my face.

"What happened?" you ask.

"Well honey, I don't know, but you were having the most 
satisfying dream it's ever been my pleasure to witness. 
I hope I was in it. I was, wasn't I?"

Blushing from head to toe, you remember the whole 
thing, right up to the look on your mother's face.

"I, I uh, I oh my..."

"Don't answer darling, I already know." I pull you over 
to me kissing you deeply as my hand moves to your 
crotch, still wet.

As I touch that silken warm wetness, a deep soft laugh 
escapes from my lips... A laugh that is caressing and a 
little wicked at the same time.

"Wait a minute!"

"Be quiet and kiss me."

"Yes sir..."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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