A slender blonde emerged from a battered green Chevy pickup. Several passing cars slowed up, heads turning and eyes straining to check her out. She smiled and politely waved at the strangers. Gina wasn't a spring chicken anymore, but she was still an attractive woman in her middle thirties with shoulder length blonde hair and a body that appeared several years younger than it actually was.

Even though it was spring and starting to warm up, she was dressed in denim jeans and a pullover sweater. Randy kept the studio too cool to suit her.

".listeners out there, this is Randy Stark signing off for the day. Thanks for listening. Gina Knight is up next with Pillow Talk, so stay tuned in to KRAK."

Gina entered the building and waved at Randy through the large studio window. Even though her smile was warm and welcoming, behind it she thought what an overconfident jerk he was. As Randy smiled and waved back she knew exactly what he was thinking as he mentally removed her clothing and examined her shapely form.

"When are we going to hook up?" he asked as he gave her a big hug after she entered the studio.

She allowed the hug as she always did, but it was creepy because she could feel her breasts crushing against his chest and knew he got off on that. He pulled her so tightly against him that she felt the outline of his stirring penis against her lower belly, and Gina suspected that he wanted her to.

He hugged her too long for it to be a simple friendly greeting, although it had become an accepted custom. The kissing of her lower neck he added at the end was a new twist. Give him another couple of years and he might actually start to touch a breast.

"I'm sure we already discussed this before," she replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee from a stale pot that had probably been sitting for the better part of the day. She picked up two blue packets of artificial sweetener, tore them open, and mixed them in, stirring the drink with a finger.

"Come on, 'When hell freezes over' is hardly an identifiable time," he argued. "You have to admit that I am suave and debonair."

She gave him a quick appraisal. He was dressed in brown slacks, a red and yellow checked shirt, and his balding dark hair was held in place by a thick coating of gel. His face wasn't completely repulsive and he could have passed for acceptable if he took the time to notice and trim the hair between his eyebrows and on the tip of his nose.

"I don't know how I do it," Gina decided as she stroked his ego. "It's a complete mystery how I manage to resist you. It must be my strict policy of not mixing my personal and professional lives. If it wasn't for that, I'd be all over you in a New York minute."

He smiled and held his arms out for another hug, but she managed to dodge him. "The song's almost over. I have to get ready."

"You better be careful. One of these days one of the women at the Archipelago is going to realize what a catch I am and take me off the market!"

She placed her half-empty cup on the desk, stepped into a room adjacent to the studio, and returned with a handful of CDs. She felt his eyes on her the whole time. They were like invisible fingers caressing her thighs, ass, and breasts. It was eerie and she hated it. Gina longed to escape the small-town station and enjoy a real life, but it simply wasn't in the cards for her.

"I need those," she said, pointing to the headsets that he still wore.

When he gave them to her she briefly inspected them and wiped several shiny areas where sweat and who knows what else had accumulated. She cringed when she put them on over her beautifully styled blonde hair and ears because she never knew what she might catch from the creep. She looked at Randy and repeatedly gestured for him to leave before he finally took the hint. As the song faded she flipped a switch and introduced herself.

"Good evening, and welcome to KRAK. This is Gina Knight bringing you Pillow Talk. The subject for this evening is hitchhikers, and the phone lines are open."

She wasn't sure if the subject she decided on was going to stimulate much interest. It occurred to her on her drive to the station when a decidedly threatening-looking man gestured for a ride. Did people still hitchhike, and did drivers actually still pull over and offer them one?

She pressed a button and the next song started. Gina slipped off the headset and rubbed her sore neck; she'd slept too long again. It was easy to do when that was the only thing to do. The town was dying. The two companies that the town was built around moved to Mexico, and a call center was outsourced to India, or Pakistan, or someplace like that.

She hadn't realized that until she called technical support expecting to talk to somebody that actually understood English. She wondered how long it would be before the phone sex companies followed suit. It was easy for her to imagine a horny, desperate guy innocently calling a 900 number expecting to talk to a gorgeous woman named Tiffany and getting a man with a Pakistani accent.

Gina grimaced as she swallowed another mouthful of coffee. It was brutal, but it was caffeine, and probably more than her doctor would recommend. It was about the only thing she existed on anymore. Her stomach complained as a surge of acid burned the back of her throat. She dumped the remaining pot and started a fresh one. Midnight was six hours away and it would be a long night.

As the song ended she played a tape of commercials. Even those were drying up. It wouldn't be long before the station closed up, she decided. And then what would she do? Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. She'd be forced to find new work, and who knew what opportunities were out there? She was too sedated at the moment to really look for them, but hunger was always a motivating force. It wouldn't be the first time she lived in her car.

Just as she thought there might not be any callers or listeners out there, the phone rang. "Hi, this is Gina Knight, and welcome to Pillow Talk. Can you hold?"

"Yes," a male voice responded.

"Great, thanks," she added in a warm, friendly, and very grateful voice.

After the commercial tape ended with an unintentionally comical pest control jingle, she flipped a switch and said, "Welcome back to Pillow Talk. Thanks for listening. This is Gina Knight, and we have a caller on the line."

Another switch was thrown. "Caller, you're on the air."

"Oh, hi, I'm Mike. This is my first time calling."

Gina frowned. Most first-time callers were not what she would call “radio worthy”. Many ignored the advertised subject and wandered off into left field. Getting back on subject was often difficult at best, so she started by directing his call. "Do you hitchhike, or do you stop for them?"

"Not too many people hitchhike any more, but when they do I stop. That's how I met my first wife."

Her heart softened as she felt a gentle tug. She was a hopeless romantic, knew it, and thoroughly enjoyed any inference to it. "Oh, please share with us, Mike."

"It was in the Florida panhandle. Thinking about it still gets my eyes wet. She was my very first love."

Gina noticed the coffee was done, refilled her cup with a fresh batch, and sweetened it with two packets of the blue. Her eyes filled with tears as she listened, touched by the emotion in his voice that was on the verge of breaking. She whimsically dreamed of living a different life than her own before reality returned her feet firmly to the ground.

"I had been driving for hours and needed to stretch my legs, so I pulled off at a spot along the beach to enjoy the view for a few minutes. I noticed a young couple standing beside a car with two roof-mounted surfboards arguing. The exchange heated up when the young gentlemen inappropriately slapped his young female companion.

“I'm normally a tolerant man but I could not and would not stand for such a thing. I exchanged words with him and upon her request I gave her a ride. Who would've thought how things would turn out?

"She offered no specific destination due to her distraught condition, and not knowing otherwise I resumed my travel west. I slipped my right arm around her body and pulled her close to my chest, upon which she softly cried. I felt so relieved that I'd remedied the situation with her male companion as her tears soaked through my shirt. She deserved better than him.

"Now mind you I am a man of honor, but even as that I could not help but notice how beautiful she was. The girls these days tempt us with the skimpiest of clothing, and that red string bikini she wore caught my attention. I later found she was twenty-two, but in my eyes she didn't look a day over eighteen."

Gina dabbed at her eyes with a napkin as she fantasized about being rescued by a man of honor and loved for the remainder of her life.

"As she sat in the seat beside me my eyes wandered, I confess. How could they not? She wasn't a big woman on top if you know what I mean, but those were all natural and didn't dangle one bit. No sir, and there was no support from the small red cups of fabric that contained them. Contained them? Barely contained them is putting things more like it. Those two bounced and jiggled with every vibration, and while I'll give the grand state of Florida credit for most of their roads, they don't lack the occasional dip.

"And thank heaven for the dips and my worn shocks, because it was them that got me so attracted to her. As those breasts bounced the nipples were briefly revealed. I must admit I did some learning that day. I had been living under the assumption that breast and nipple size were relative, sort of like a dog and the size of its tail, but was I ever wrong.

“Strike me down with a bolt of lightning if those pink nubs weren't half the size of my pinky finger. Yes sir, I loved her from that very moment. I could just imagine wrapping my lips around them and sucking away for hours. Not that I have a nipple fetish or anything. They just looked that good."

“I wouldn’t be embarrassed about admitting to a nipple fetish, Mike, that’s pretty tame compared to some of the other ones I’ve heard of,” she interjected with a soft and sexy chuckle. She looked over at the control panel and saw the other phone lines unoccupied, so she encouraged her only caller. "Please, Mike, tell us more."

"Well, I'm normally a modest man, but this beauty beside me could not keep her hands to herself. I won't be vain and comment on my own looks, but apparently some are attracted to them. So we found ourselves a secluded spot a few miles off the highway and I took her into the back of the van.

"To say that the night was incredible would be an understatement. I saw her lying on the rust-colored shag carpet and she was a vision of beauty. Her long blonde hair was fanned out behind her head and back, framing it in gold. She had the most incredible green eyes, and they peered up at me lovingly. My heart was filled with joy at the sight of her.

She had an amazing body as well, and the red bikini didn't hide very much of it. She had the most perfect upright breasts, flat stomach, and long, slender legs. And all of it was tanned to a deep golden tone. I knew at that moment how truly lucky I was to have an opportunity to return her love."

"Mike, thanks for sharing, and I know I'm speaking for all the listeners out there when I encourage you to hang on for a minute while I air the obligatory commercials that pay my meager salary," she said hopefully. "We'd love to hear more if you're willing to hold."

Gina was listening so intently that she'd gotten behind, and she broke the cardinal rule of radio as there were several seconds of dead air while she scrambled to replace the old commercial tape with the new one. Her fingers fumbled with the controls as she rushed to start it and breathed a sigh of relief as it began.

She glanced over and confirmed with the red light that Mike was still on, then turned and refilled her cup with more coffee, this time opting not to sweeten it in hope the bitter jolt might keep her more attentive to her neglected duties.

Gina wondered when, and how, her life had become nothing more than commercials and faceless voices in a dead-end town. College was about adventure and opportunity, and yet here she was, pacing back and forth in a tiny enclosed room, desperate for something to happen in her life all on its own.

"Welcome back to Pillow Talk. If you're just joining us, the subject is hitchhiking, and Mike was sharing with us how he met his first wife in Florida. Mike, please continue."

"Well, I was saying how gorgeous she looked in the back of my van. Her hands reached around and unfastened the bikini top. When she pulled it away and showed me her bare breasts, the blood raced from my big head to the little one, you can bet your life on that. Those things were an awe-inspiring sight, sort of like looking at the Grand Canyon for the first time.

“It literally took my breath away. They weren't like pancakes or jell-o, but more like these gravity-defying peaks that thrust upwards like they were saying to hell with gravity! The nipples I was telling you about earlier poked straight out too. I could see the tan lines and the true color of her light skin. The sight watered my mouth and made my heart sing with joy.

"She didn't have to ask me too many times before I joined her on the carpet. Normally, being dragged onto the carpet has a negative connotation, but this was the lone exception. A man doesn't have too many chances to go to heaven and live to talk about it.

“I lay alongside her and she looked at me with those adorable green eyes of hers, and my Willie swelled up like never before. I kissed those sweet lips and pushed my tongue into the most delicious mouth I'd ever tasted. Her tongue sparked to life and boy did she ever know how to kiss a guy. It shook the final wrinkles out of Willie, I'm here to tell you!"

Gina felt a tingle of excitement as the caller revealed the details. She imagined herself on that carpet, looking up at her version of him. The thought sparked warmth in her lower belly, and she found herself tensing and relaxing her thighs, teasing herself with the delightful pressure.

She sat down on a cloth-covered seat behind the desk and spun around, placing her back to the front exterior door. Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed on the mounds, triggering tingling excitement that swelled her nipples and made her softly gasp in arousal. Pinching on the hardened nubs between thumbs and index fingers to the point of pain, her voice gasped as Mike continued right along.

"My first wish came true as I cupped those warm, silky smooth mounds in my hands and gently squeezed on them. I leaned my head over and took a big nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Believe me, it was an incredible experience and very difficult to express in so many words.

“Her angelic voice softly whimpered as I caressed those glorious mountain peaks and licked each of those wonderful nipples in turn. I could feel her body shuddering and writhing in pleasure, and I just knew she was getting all nice and juicy down there for me. But I wasn't in any rush, mind you. Her being a real virgin and all, I wanted it to be an inspirational event for us both. One we would look back on and cherish."

She swallowed a mouthful of bitter coffee and noticed her hands and fingers were trembling. Gina was really getting into this, and she felt a slight wetness between her own legs as the caller painted an image that she found very arousing.

It had been months since she'd been with a man sexually, and even that was a brief fling that had ended an equally desperate dry spell. It was looking like Randy might end up being the only choice, but it would take a long night of heavy drinking to sink that low.

"I loved those breasts for what seemed like hours, and even then I was very reluctant to leave them. They were all wet with saliva and glistened in the moonlight that came in through the windows and looked even more appealing to my eyes. But I kissed and caressed my way down over her flat stomach and my tongue coaxed and cajoled her bellybutton for a while. She really liked that because her luscious body was just squirming as never before.

"I could smell her wetness, and it eventually drew me to her center. I can say words like that on the radio, right?”

Gina was briefly caught off-guard by the question and it took a moment to answer. “Yeah, uh, absolutely, there’s no rules against saying that,” she confirmed before berating herself for her self-indulgence.

“Okay, then, just tell me if I say something I shouldn’t.”

“I will, Mike,” she promised. “So what happened next?”

“Where was I? Oh, yeah.

“My fingers delicately tugged on the bikini bottoms and my eyes widened as I saw what was underneath. There was a small, carefully trimmed patch of the loveliest golden curls I'd ever seen. And nestled in between were two pink lips, shimmering with wetness. My heart skipped a beat when I admired her.

“It was just incredible is about all I can say. I couldn't help but start kissing and licking on those two outer folds, and they tasted delightfully tangy. When I tenderly pushed those apart and saw the pink petals of flesh inside, and between them the narrow valley, I knew I was in heaven.

"I got so excited that I was kissing and licking and sucking and touching her like a wild man. She was whimpering like crazy and her whole body was squirming and shuddering. She was getting juicier every second, and the taste of her got stronger as I devoured that gorgeous girl.

“I kept at it, too, for a while. Yes sir, you better believe I gave her all I had. After a while it got to be too much and she climaxed. Although brief, there was a veritable flood of honey, and it smeared all over my mouth and cheeks and fingers. That right there was my reward. It was angelic, let me tell you that."

Normally the studio was too cool, but now it seemed quite the opposite. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on Gina's forehead as she listened intently to the caller's erotic, descriptive deflowering of his first love. She regretted wearing the heavy pullover sweater for the first time in a while.

Although she had nothing on underneath except for a black lace bra, she considered taking it off. She was alone, things seemed quiet, and it was pretty unlikely that anybody would be dropping in. It took a few moments but she talked herself into taking it off. As soon as she did it went from hot to chilly, and that drastic change hardened her already swollen nubs which now throbbed inside the sexy black cups.

It suddenly occurred to her to prepare the next commercial tape. She ejected the previous tape, added the new one, and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd nearly forgotten a second time. Dan, the station manager, kept tuned in and she’d hear it tomorrow if she screwed up twice in a row due to her inattention to detail. He always harped on that.

"That is one incredible story, Mike," she honestly admitted as she again interrupted. "This sounds like the perfect spot to pause you for another commercial break. I'm sure you have all of our listeners riveted. Please hang on the line, Mike, because I for one really want to hear the rest of this."

As the commercials rolled, she topped off her cup and considered adding sweetener. After a brief hesitation she settled on one packet instead of the usual two. She glanced several times at the control panel and verified the line with Mike was still active.

For the first time in months Gina was actually enjoying the caller and really couldn't wait to hear the rest of the story. She took off the headsets, stimulated the hair that had flattened out beneath the headset band, and replaced it. She wasn't exactly sure why she bothered, but it had been a career-long habit.

"Welcome back to Pillow Talk. If you're just joining us, the subject is hitchhiking, and Mike was sharing with us his first sexual experience with his would-be wife. Mike, please continue."

Her heart skipped a beat when there was no answer. She turned and looked at the red light and saw that it was still on. "Mike, are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I was just remembering is all. I kind of get choked up about it. This next part is sort of hard to describe in words that a gentleman can say in public, so let me first ask if you have any experience working with compressed air or vacuum systems."

Gina thought about it for a second and responded, "No, I can't say that I have, Mike. Is it something you can explain for our listeners out there?"

"Well, you have fittings and tubes. The fittings are sort of arrowhead shaped. The very tip is small, and as the tube is pushed on, the fitting is flared, so you have to push real hard to stretch that tiny tube over the flare, and once that's on it seals around that tip. Well, if you can, sort of imagine that, only imagine it different. You see, I have a big fitting, and she had a small tube, so the next part really required a lot more effort than I'd expected."

He certainly used a strange analogy for sex, Gina thought, as she sipped her coffee and shook her head in mild disbelief. However, once it sank in, it was difficult not to imagine him penetrating into his first love in this manner.

She could easily envision him settling down between her slender, golden thighs, and guiding his large, erect cock to the tight canal door. She had a very clear picture in her mind of his glistening pink head settling into position at the tiny orifice. He would be pushing, and she would be groaning and writhing.

That tiny hole would begin to stretch, ever so slowly, complaining loudly in jolts of stinging pain as the virgin flesh was penetrated. He'd push harder, she'd grab him tightly and grunt, feeling overwhelming pressure as the large round tip stretched and stretched the unyielding walls.

But then they would yield and the head would push inside as the opening sealed around the underside of his tip. And then he'd tear through her cherry and welcome her into the world of womanhood.

Gina hated how aroused she was getting with no sexual outlet. Her nipples throbbed excitedly, her damp pussy insistently ached, and her heart rate and breathing quickened. Even with the sweater off, the cold studio starting feeling warm again and tiny droplets of perspiration reappeared on her forehead.

She dumped her coffee and replaced it with water from the cooler. Her fingers were trembling so much that she barely got the cup to her lips without spilling the contents. It was miserable being this stimulated without anyone, or anything, to help her out.

"After her climax I removed my clothes and now it was her turn to look at me. Those adorable green eyes sparkled at first, and then filled with fear as she saw the full size of me. It was sort of touching. I assured her it would fit, but it might hurt a bit at first. I moved between her legs and forced the tip right through the lips and fragile pink petals.

“I shifted up and down a few times until I felt I was in the right spot. The rest you'll have to imagine; my big fitting, her undersized tube, and my driving hips trying to get that tube to stretch over it. There was an awful lot of squirming and groaning on her part, and a lot of pushing on mine. But she was real juicy which made things slippery, and so we finally got her done.

"I loved her with everything I had. It was romantic and beautiful as she lay squirming beneath me, her voice grunting and groaning as I worked my full length so deeply into that fragile body. And then, when it was my turn, I stretched as far as I could and let nature take its course. I grunted real loud when I let go and filled her with all the cum I could muster. Talk about spectacular. I had me an angel, there's no doubt about it."

"It sounds like you two enjoyed a very special night, Mike. Thanks so much for sharing," Gina said in a voice that was strained and lacked the usual smoothness. "Since the lines are all open let's take a break, listen to some music, and see if anyone else out there would like to share their thoughts or experiences relating to hitchhiking in the modern world."

As the song started she peeled off the headsets. She squealed loudly as several strands of hair caught in the hinge assembly and was sharply pulled. Carefully removing them, she placed the headsets on the desk and dabbed away the perspiration on her forehead. The ringing phone surprised her. She quickly slipped the headsets back on and flipped a switch.

"Hi, this is Gina Knight, and welcome to Pillow Talk. Can you hold?"

"No. What I have to say I want to say to you and only you."

"Okay, that's fine," she hesitantly agreed as she recognized Mike's voice. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about what I can do for you."

"I'm not sure I follow," she replied, confused.

"By the end of my story your voice was different. It turned you on."

Gina swallowed hard. She wasn't sure why she was suddenly nervous, but she was, and wasn't quite certain how to deal with him, so she answered honestly. "Yes, it did."

"I assume you're there alone at this time of evening. A woman shouldn't be alone when she's turned on. It gets a person frustrated with no way for release. I can help you, over the phone."

Gina couldn't believe the guy was initiating phone sex. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea."

"You're not a very good liar. What are you wearing?"

"A black lace bra and blue jeans," she answered. "My sweater was getting too warm."

"Your sweater has nothing to do with it. It was my story that got things too warm for you. Even now, just in your bra, you're still too warm, I bet. A girl shouldn't get too warm. Unbutton your blue jeans and tell me what you smell. I'm willing to place odds that once your pants are loosened you'll smell sex wafting up from the opening.

“Go on, now. You're tempted, aren't you? Just pop the button and see if I'm right. If not, I'll hang up and not bother you again."

Gina reached both hands down. She sat down in the chair safely cloaked behind the desk and unfastened the brass button. As she separated the denim, her nose smelled the tell-tale aroma of her aroused pussy. She couldn't believe he'd be right.

"Now the zipper; pull it all the way down."

Gina couldn't help the excitement that suddenly rushed through her body as his dominant voice remotely controlled her. She slowly lowered the zipper down its track, and then pushed the jeans further open. The fact that he was controlling her got Gina even hotter.

"Okay, now what?" she asked.

"You're probably thinking I'm going to tell you to take your jeans off, but that part comes later. Take off that black lace bra, because next you're going to touch and fondle them and describe it for me in as detailed as possible."

Acting the part of a willing submissive, she slipped off the shoulders straps, pulled the fastener to the front, and popped it open. She teasingly rustled it against the boom microphone as she looked down at her own bare mounds.

"Squeeze on them, rub the nipples, and tell me what you see and feel."

After taking a few seconds and thinking twice about the wisdom of what she was doing, Gina complied. Her eyes closed, mouth opened, and she softly moaned in genuine delight as she cupped and squeezed the creamy mounds and teased the nipples with her thumbs. Tingling warmth in her belly flared, and extended throughout her body.

"Tell me."

"It feels so good," she confessed in a breathless whisper. "I'm all hot and tingly. When I touch my nipples I feel these jolts of excitement. I can feel myself getting wet between my legs. Oh. yeah. it really feels good. I'm getting so hot and juicy. I want to touch myself down there."

"No. Not yet. There's a time and place for everything. Bear with me. In the end you'll be happy that you did. Grasp the nipples between your fingers and twist them. I want to hear your soft cries of stinging pain. I'll know if you're lying. Do it now."

Without knowing why she allowed herself to get caught up in this perverted shared fantasy, Gina did as he told her. While firmly grasping the pulsating pink nubs, she squeezed them tightly and twisted both, softly gasping as her body jerked with stinging pain as they protested the abuse. Her pussy ached for attention and leaked with wetness, soaking into the clothing that contained it.

She heard the song ending, but she took no action except listen to his breathing on the phone line. The next song started and she let it go. If Dan was listening he'd have her ass, but Gina really didn't care anymore. The writing was on the wall. Her career at KRAK as one of the KRAK-pots, as they referred to themselves, was over one way or the other; the hell with it.

"That's not good enough. Twist on them harder until the pain is as much as you can take. When you find that point, give them both a couple firm tugs."

The DJ had no idea why she was doing this. A single flick of a button would make him go away, but for reasons she couldn’t fathom that was the last thing she wanted to do. As the voice of a woman softly proclaiming her undying love for a man that had left her life played in the background, Gina did as he instructed.

It felt strangely erotic and very arousing obeying the commands of a voice that belonged to an unseen stranger. It almost seemed fitting, given her life behind the microphone at one station or another, her own voice reaching out to people and leaving them to decide what she looked like. She hesitated as the stinging pain surged, but kept twisting in some bizarre sadistic ritual until the pain was so intense that she cried out loud. Then she tugged on them a few times, and it took her breath away.

He chuckled on the other end, leaving her to silently wonder if he had his big, stiff cock in one hand, stroking the shaft. Her cries continued as she released and again twisted on the sore tips. She repeated the process, imagining he was the one doing it to her. Gina’s body shuddered as the fire of desire in her loins grew more powerful than before. Her body released a squirt of honey that soaked her needy pussy. It was the hottest she'd been in years.

"Please stop," she begged him in a breathless voice, barely loud enough to be heard. "Let the pain stop."

"No. I want you to think about how wet you are right now, and how badly you want to touch yourself. Think about it hard and maybe afterwards I'll let you touch yourself. But first I want to hear your body squirming in that chair and hear your voice gasping from the insistent pain. Do it now."

It was as if he was controlling her remotely, and why she allowed it was a complete mystery that was as baffling as it was exciting. Her nipples ached from the twisting and she didn't like the jolts of stinging pain, yet when he commanded, the fingers immediately resumed the twisting action. Her body wildly shuddered in the seat as her quavering voice gasped and cried.

Her body tensed as tears filled her eyes. The beads of sweat that lined her forehead grew heavy and rolled down the skin. Her face contorted in pain as she concentrated on the nagging sensations in her loins. Her aroused and excited pussy was so eager to be stimulated, and the smell of it was strong. Another squirt of honey was released; it soaked the crotch of her clothing.

"If I was there right now, what would you do to me in return for my permission to let you touch yourself?"

The second song faded out in the headsets and the third began playing. Screw it, she decided. They fire me or I quit, either way I'm gone from this pit. The caller had her so distracted with pain and sexual desire that nothing else mattered.

"You didn't answer quickly enough. You know what that means don't you? Twist them both, but a little harder than before. Hold them like that for a count of three, and then let's see if I have your full attention. And I better hear you writhing in that chair and crying out, because if I'm not convinced, it's going to be one very long night."

Without any hesitation she obeyed. The swollen, aching nipples endured another round of stinging pain. Her voice cried out loudly and cracked as severe jolts wracked her half-naked body. Tears ran down her face as her body wildly jerked and twitched.

When a particularly sharp twinge shocked Gina's suffering form, her legs stiffened and noisily shifted the chair's position on the tile floor. Her mind tried to count off the seconds, but her brain was so distraught dealing with the pain that she had difficulty identifying what a count of three was.

"If I was there right now, what would you do to me in return for my permission to let you touch yourself?"

This time her response was immediate. Without thinking about anything, she described the first thing that popped into her head. "I'd move to my knees, open up your pants, and wrap my soft fingers around your big, throbbing cock. I'd stroke you until it was hard, and then I'd slide you into my mouth to the back of the throat. I'd lick and suck you with all my energy and feast on your semen."

"What if I said that wasn't enough?"

"I'd keep sucking on you until you climaxed, and I'd swallow every drop and clean you off with my lips and tongue afterwards."

"When I say go, you have until the count of three to remove the rest of your clothes. You know what happens when I'm not pleased. If I'm not convinced that you're naked, you know what will happen, don't you?"

Gina cringed. She knew all too well what would happen if she wasn't fast enough, and the thought rimmed her eyes with tears. Her hard nipples were so sore that she knew she needed to satisfy him, no matter what. She was tempted to get a head start and silently reach her hands down into position, and her mind mulled over the thought.

"Don't even think about it. Keep those fingers on your nipples until I say go. I can hear your thoughts, so don't even think about cheating on me. Believe me, doing that would make twisting your nipples seem like fun. Convince me your fingers are still on your nipples."

Gina hesitated for a half second, but twisted on the abused nubs again. Her body vibrated in the seat and again her voice weakly cried out.

"Go."

As quickly as she could her fingers retreated from the nipples. As she pushed the jeans and panties down her sleek, slender legs her feet quickly kicked the shoes off. In the headsets there was music and his voice as he calmly counted off the seconds.

Her heart raced when the clothing bound up at the ankles on the count of two. She became very frightened, and her mind raced as she struggled to pull them off. They just dropped to the floor as she heard him say, "Three".

"You just made it; very good. Open the top desk drawer and tell me what you see."

She did. "A notebook, some receipts, a tube of lip balm, some paper clips, a half dozen rubber bands, three pencils, and two pens."

"Place two of the paper clips on the desk. Are there any other drawers?"

"Yes, there are two more."

"Open the top one and tell me what you see."

"There’s an index box with cards that have names and phone numbers of clients listed. There's a computer printout of scheduled commercials for the rest of the week. There are three, no, four Hustler magazines."

"Check the bottom drawer. What's in there?"

"It's locked. I can't get it open."

"Too bad; it looks like we get to do this the old-fashioned way. Pick up the two paper clips and place them on your nipples. It will sting a bit, but you're getting used to that no doubt. I think you'll find them extremely exciting when I let you touch yourself."

She did as he directed, bending them apart with both hands one at a time and placing them on the nipples. When they clamped down it caused a mild stinging sensation, but nothing like the wicked, twisting pain.

"Okay, they're on."

"Yes, I know, I could almost see you do that when I heard the gasping of your voice. Place your feet on the top edge of the desk and move your legs wide apart."

Gina did, and felt an intense rush of excitement as she sat naked at the desk facing the unlocked exterior door with her hot, juicy pussy available for anybody to see. If Randy came stumbling in right now and the voice told her she could, she would've given his desperate cock one wild ride. That thought both disgusted and elated her, and made her realize just how submissive she was becoming to a stranger on the phone.

"Look down and describe what you see for me."

"There's a rectangular patch of dark pubic hair, about a half-inch wide. I keep myself trimmed down there, and in fact I shaved this afternoon. The hair is flanking my pink pussy lips, which are swollen and dripping with wetness."

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I want to touch myself so badly right now. I want to push those lips apart, slide my fingers into the slit, and finger-fuck my pussy while I rub on my clit. I want to fuck myself really bad right now, because it's so juicy. I can feel it throbbing with excitement, like it's screaming for attention in a voice that won't be denied."

"It shouldn't be denied any longer. As long as you continue telling me what you're doing and how it feels, I'll let you touch yourself. But if your words stop flowing, you'll be very sorry. Go ahead and touch."

"I'm reaching both hands down and pushing the outer lips apart. There are folds inside too, like the petals of a rose, all wet and shiny. I'm pushing these apart also and now I'm looking at my pink slit. I can see my pussy hole and I'm pressing at the opening with the tip of a finger and sliding it fully inside.

“My other fingers are rubbing up and down on the slick walls of my slit, getting all wet. And now I'm. I'm touching. oh yeah, ooh that feels so great. I'm rubbing my clit real hard and fast. Oh, it feels incredible! Oh my, yes, oh that feels so good, so intense. I feel this huge fire in my pussy and I'm tingling all over.

"Oh, yes. oh, my, it's been so long. I'm rubbing even faster, and I'm getting so close. oh yeah, oh my, oh. my pussy is getting real close. yeah, come on already, please. oh, please, please. I need to cum so bad, please don't deny me. come on, come on."

It didn't take long at all, not after all the pain and teasing she'd endured. The funny thing was, it was also the most powerful climax she'd ever enjoyed, delivered by a strange voice with no face. The tingling intensified and her vibrating body stiffened. Her voice weakened and trailed off altogether, her words replaced by loud gasping and groaning.

When the orgasm erupted her body wildly twitched and shuddered. Sweat rolled down her overheated flesh as she continued quaking in sheer ecstasy. A flood of honey soaked her pussy and dripped onto the chair she sat in, staining the fabric. It lasted several seconds, and was absolutely exhausting.

"You're welcome. Have a good night."

The music was still playing. She sighed with relief when she noticed that. She wasn't sure how much of the CD was left, but her listeners were getting an earful tonight. Glancing at the control panel and watching as the red light turned off, she confirmed the caller had disconnected. What a strange night it had become.

She picked up her clothes and hurried to the connecting bathroom. She cleaned herself as best she could, amazed by how much wetness there was. As she looked at herself in the mirror she realized the paper clips were still tightly affixed to her nipples. She carefully removed and trashed them. A smile appeared on her lips as she thought how effective their use had been.

The panties were a complete loss, so she dumped them in the trash. The jeans weren't much better. A large stain the size of her hand had soaked the denim, and it wasn't anything she could easily hide. But there was no recourse, so she grimaced and pulled them back on. It had been well worth it.

With the help of another pot of coffee she made it through the evening. At midnight she played the national anthem as she turned things off as much as she could. When the anthem ended, everything else was shut down. She pulled the exterior door closed and locked it up. She looked towards the parking lot and saw her truck. As she approached, another vehicle pulled in. It was Randy.

"I thought you usually close down Archipelagos," she commented, not wanting to be bothered.

“Did you like my call?” he asked in a playful voice, holding out his cell phone for emphasis. “Did you really do all those things I asked?”

“That was you?” she confronted him in an outraged tone.

“We need the ratings,” he sighed, betraying his nervousness. “I hope it worked.”

She was angry but smiled coyly. “What if I said I did?”

This story was written by Asylum Seeker more of his stories can be found on [restricted content]