I had been having this recurring dream for about a month now and it was beginning to interfere with my rest. It was always the same and extremely erotic. In it I was making love to this man who was doing everything I had ever imagined, with me.
The positions were those I had imagined from time to time or seen in those xxx tapes of mine. The things he would say to me were things I had imagined my dream lover would say.
No matter what time I went to bed, the dreams would always begin around eleven thirty and I would have orgasms several times during the night and wake up to find my pillow between my thighs and very wet.
I finally made a bolster to put between my legs since it seemed that I wasn't going to stop having these dreams. It was about six inches in diameter and perhaps thirty inches long and I could remove the cover and wash it each day with my other things.
This one night I woke up just before orgasming and decided to try and stay awake, perhaps that would break the trend. I reached over intending to call my friend Monica. She always stays up late and wouldn't mind chatting, I thought.
I dialed her number, and the phone was answered by a male. A guy with the sexiest voice I have ever heard. At first I thought that perhaps she was entertaining, but still I asked to speak with her.
That voice softly responded. "I think you have the wrong number miss."
I suddenly had this desperate need to continue talking with him, so I asked if he would stay on and chat for a few moments. He agreed and I began a conversation of meaningless ramblings.
As he answered my questions I found myself lying on my back slowly stroking my pussy. Now my questions moved to more intimate subjects.
"Tell me about yourself. Are you attached? How tall are you?" Then I began to ask questions that no girl should ask a stranger.
"What are you doing right now? Oh you're in bed? What do you have on? Oh you sleep in the nude, so do I," I interjected.
Realizing that this was just a voice on the phone and he knew nothing about me I could ask or tell him anything I desired. So I took advantage of this anonymity.
"I am laying here and my pussy is so wet. Would you like to tell me what I should do? I mean tell me something sexy so I can finish myself."
There was a long pause, and then he asked. "What would you like me to tell you? I mean, what would you want me to tell you that might help?"
I was now stroking my clit with three fingers, rapidly drawing its sheath around and around. "Talk dirty to me, or tell me what you would do to me at this moment if you were here, or how you would fuck me, or eat me, anything, but for gods sake help me!"
"O.K." he answered. "I want you to put three fingers inside your pussy and stroke them in and out while you draw the ball of your thumb over the top of your clit. Rub it hard and let me hear you cry out as you cum.
"I'll stroke my cock for you while you do that, and we can cum together. Now do it!"
I did precisely as he had directed. I closed three of my fingers so that the tips met and drove them deep into my pussy. At the same time I extended my thumb up so I could wiggle it around and round my engorged clit. Within seconds it expanded and now felt like a small pearl, and ever so slippery.
As the sensations increased I suddenly lost the rhythm of stroking in and out while stroking my clit in a circular fashion. My hand now frantically plunged in and out of my dripping cunt, and the salacious wet sounds echoed thru the room. My thumb no longer could be controlled and began to simply glide back and forth firmly over my clit.
Then I began to sob, as my clit suddenly became the center of my life. It begged to be tortured and yet it needed to be seduced. Now I began to cry out. Simultaneously I could hear him stroking his cock more and more quickly. That added to my urgency.
Then he told me to use my free hand and slide my index finger into my ass and allow it to twist and turn. Again I obeyed.
That did it all right. I did just what he had told me and screamed out all sorts of obscenities as I orgasmed. "Oh my god! I am. It's getting close. Oh shit, it's coming now. Oh my dear god cum with me! Let me hear you cum with me."
Then I heard his hand as it slid up and down his shaft and his breathing began to come in short gasps when finally he sobbed out. 'NOW! Take it! Oh damn it's spurting for you now!"
His command, "NOW!" Suddenly sent me over the top.
I rarely can cum a second time so quickly after the first, but this night I had my second orgasm within a few seconds of the first and it was even more intense then ever before.
Now my fluids were flowing so profusely that they ran down the crack of my ass, lubricating my finger as it plunged in and out of my ass. Then I seemed to go limp.
I lay panting, completely spent, and satisfied. "Did you shoot much, I gasped? Tell me what it looks like. Did it spurt on your chest? Can you taste it for me and tell me what you taste like?"
He must have thought I was crazy but he did as I asked and finally came back on and whispered, "Yes it's all over my chest and my hand, there's not much taste, sort of salty, but not much more. But it's thick and sort of stringy."
"My god but your good. What's your name?"
He chuckled and answered, "What do you want it to be?" I thought for a second then answered, "I often have sexy dreams and my lover is called 'Rex'."
He answered, "Then I'm 'Rex' and what is your name?" I whispered, "Pamela, or just Pam."
Before he hung up I convinced him to call me tomorrow. I didn't know what number I had dialed to reach him so I gave him my number. He agreed to call tomorrow night at midnight.
I needed him so badly by now, and I have never had such intense orgasms as this evening, and I wasn't going to let him get away.
He softly whispered, "Now go to sleep. You need your strength for tomorrow." And with that, hung up.
Going quickly to sleep, I rolled over on my bolster and wiggled and squirmed hard against it. That night I had some of the most erotic dreams I have ever had, because now there was a voice added.
By morning it was so slippery and wet that my thighs were a mess with my own cum.
That day I went out and purchased a speakerphone so I could keep both hands free if he called again. It was the top of the line and could pick up any sound in the room.
The next evening I anxiously waited for midnight to arrive. As the hour neared, I began to get wet. It was my body preparing me and triggered by the anticipation. Then the phone rang. Before I could say anything he softly whispered, "I'm already hard for you sweetheart."
"Tonight I want you to do exactly as I tell you, agreed?"
I gasped my answer. "Yes! Oh god yes! Anything you want."
Then he began and I obeyed. Each thing he had me do was something that I had fantasized about doing but never really had the courage to try. After two weeks I was cumming on his command. He had taught me to bring myself just to the brink of satisfaction then wait until he was ready to shoot before I was allowed to go those few seconds longer and finish.
I was now orgasming almost on demand, and merely by listening to him describe what he wanted to do to me or what he wanted me to do to him. My mouth would water when he told me that he wanted to fuck my mouth. My ass began to spasm at the mere mention of his desire to have me bend over so he could stick his cock deep inside me. My vaginal muscles would begin to tightly contract as he described how his shaft would feel as he plunged it in and out of my body and what he wanted me to cry out as I came for him.
Now I was staying up until two in the morning and orgasming as many as eight or nine times before I begged him to let me rest.
By now I was asking him for other things. I wanted him to make a cast of his erect penis and send it to me. I wanted him to select the toys that he thought would help me do the things he was describing.
Then one Tuesday I found a package the postman had delivered. In it was a scented candle and a butt plug, which was unique in that it was curved and when switched on, would slowly rotate. Enclosed were instructions. The candle was to be lit when he called, and extinguished when he bade me good night. The plug was to be inserted when he told me to do so.
I waited for his call that evening. When it came he directed me to light the candle. Its aroma was unusual. It exuded a scent, unfamiliar to me, but which seemed pleasing. That evening he had me insert the plug in my anus. I used my own wetness to lubricate it, and as he described how he wanted to mount me. I have a dildo, which I sometimes use and tonight he had me suck on it as he described how he would have me suck on him.