These are the true stories of my foray into phone sex. I love feedback and will write you back.
My room was lit with candles casting soft flickering shadows on the burgundy walls. The sensuous hushed sound of a rock waterfall fountain whispered its soothing song. A glass of chilled wine waited for me on the table along with a thick dildo and multi-speed vibrator. A lighter lay nearby awaiting a flick. I also had an assortment of other toys like a paddle, crop, and leather flogger.
I was nervous. This was my first night as a real phone sex girl. My forays into phone sex on the free lines did not have the same intensity. For one thing, since I was calling and talking for free, there were no expectations. I could talk to whomever I wanted about whatever I wanted and I could hang up whenever I wanted too. This time, I would be taking calls for specific requests and I had to talk to anyone sent my way.
I took calls right out of my own home and my own bedroom. This was really wonderful because I could actually participate in my phone calls. If I had been at a call center in an office building, it would have been hard to stroke my pussy or pinch my nipples. It would have been pretend. At home, the company handled the screening and the billing, but they sent the calls to my house on a special phone line set up just for sex.
I had several phone names depending on what type of girl the caller wanted. My phone names were Danielle, Tammy, Missy and Gina. Each name had an entire character associated with it. Danielle was sophisticated, Tammy was trailer trash, Missy was at least 18 but still very young and naïve and Gina was my anything else girl. Sometimes, my name would be whatever the caller wished it to be if they had a preference.
I wanted to be especially sexy feeling on my first night and took extra time to primp. I shaved my legs until they felt like silk. I shaved my pussy until there was only a hint of glossy curls at the very top of my slit. The rest of my pussy was so smooth and soft I could hardly keep my hands off myself. I took a bath in a pleasant perfume with a vanilla base and even put on make-up. I dressed up in a black, flirty silk nightgown with a deep V cut to my belly button and lace over my breasts. I wore black thong panties underneath.
Although a little overweight, I have that slutty body men seem to like. Large breasts, small waist, rounded hips, plump ass and long shapely legs. In real life my hair is a honey brown and down to my waist and my eyes are a crystal green. On the phone, I can have any hair and eye color combination needed to make a man’s fantasy come true.
I was ready. It was almost time to start my shift. The phone rang.
The call operator explained my first call to me. She was friendly and knew this was my first time so she sent me someone easy. His name was Jason. She linked the call through and I was live!
“Hi Jason, how are you doing baby,” I purred. I have always been able to speak in different voices to match the occasion - sexy, sweet, little girl, domineering mother, or bitchy wife. This time I picked an ultra smooth, sexy, a voice to make a man hard and then melt him down.
Jason was shy.
I began stroking my nipples getting them hard, my breath catching a little. “You know what I’m doing, Jason? I’m using my little finger and rubbing it over my hard nipples, they are so hard for you Jason. Is your cock rock hard now, are you stroking it? I hope you are. I want you to stroke your cock for me real slow right now. Are you doing that for me Jason? It makes me wet to think of you stroking your cock, rubbing it and gripping it for me.”
