The Voice - Part Seven

(warning: contains non-consensual sex)

"White sheets? Oh, I adore white sheets!" said Jillian with enthusiasm.

Some of the girls at the company went through their whole shift in a pissy mood, but Jillian felt it was a waste of energy. The hours went much faster if you were pleasant and friendly to people: if they could hear that you were actually interested in getting them off. Of course, she didn't really get aroused or have orgasms, but she did her best to make it sound convincing to her callers. After all, at #4.50 a minute, they really did deserve something.

Sandra put her hand over her mic and whispered, "I had him yesterday. He hung up. Prat!"

Jillian raised an eyebrow and whispered back, "I'll bet you breakfast I can keep him on for the full ten minutes."

"Done."

Jillian turned back to face the grey fabric of her cubicle wall. It helped not to have any distractions. It was important to be able to hear the nuances in their voice. She pressed the arm of the headset mic a little closer to her lips and said, softly, "White sheets feel so good against my skin. I just love to slide naked all over them. Would you like that?"

The caller was silent for a moment. Jillian could hear him breathing hard, but it wasn't the usual heavy breathing: it was nervousness, almost fear.

"I...I would," he stuttered after a moment.

She got callers like this from time to time. They always broke her heart. They were so inhibited, so scared of their own desires, it was painful to listen to them. She nudged him onwards. "Mmm. I'd like to be naked on white sheets with you, I think. What would you like to do with me if we were? Would you touch me? Would you let me touch you?"

There was a little gasp on the line, almost a squeak. "I'd like that. I'd love that. I'd touch you anywhere, everywhere."

This was very common with the timid ones. They thought and spoke in very general terms, but Jillian knew it was the details that got people off. She had to coax him into the details.

"My pussy is so wet, just thinking about it. Mmm. I'm going to touch it while we talk. Is that okay?"

"Oh! Yes... yes, please. Please touch it."

"And you. Will you touch your cock for me? Make it nice and hard? Make it feel good?"

"Ah. Well...ah..."

For a moment, Jillian thought he might be choking, then she realised it was just terrible inhibition. She put on her sweetest, gentlest voice. "Please. Touch it. I need to know that you're stroking your cock. It makes me so hot, just knowing you're stroking it up and down, slowly, gently. Ohhh. Please do it. Do it for me."

"Well..."

"Hold it, stroke it. Doesn't that feel good?"

There was a rush of breath on the line, ending in something like a hiccup, and she knew he was masturbating.

"Ohhh," she cooed into the mic. "Soooo good. My nipples are so hard, thinking about you stroking. I have to pinch them right now. Mmm. Tell me what you're doing. Make it hot for me."

"I'm... I'm touching it. Stroking it."

"Your cock? Your big, sweet cock?"

"Yes...yes."

"Say it. Say the words, baby."

"Big... sweet...Oh-h... god."

"God, baby, I'm so close to coming. Say it for me, make me come!" she pleaded.

"My big, sweet.... Cock."

"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Baby! Those were the words I wanted to hear. You've made my hot little pussy flood with juices. Oh, tell me how you're going to make my pussy feel good. Tell me how you're going to fill it with your..."

"Oh my God. Oh...my...uhhh..."

click

Jillian looked at her timer. Five minutes, forty-three seconds. Damn. She swivelled in her chair and waited for Sandra to finish her call.

"Well?" Sandra grinned, switching her line off.

"I'm just too good at this. Breakfast is on me."

 

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