Thanks to TessSoerensen for editing
When my girlfriend Han and I started living together we struggled to make ends meet. We lived in Montreal, a city at the time with a lot of character, but low on economic opportunities. On the upside, at least rents were cheap. I was a student with a part-time job, supplemented with student loans. Han had dropped out, but still hadn't found full-time work.
One day sitting around reading the paper I spotted an ad that perked my curiosity. At the time I liked reading personals in the local paper. Before the internet, they served as some sort of Hail Mary for the lovelorn. Most ads were basic, but some had a little pizzaz, like 'Batman looking for his Robin'. There were phone sex ads too. Some of them offered opportunities for girls looking to make extra money. A little curious how it would work, I showed Han the ad to see if she would be interested.
Once she was convinced I was serious, we considered the merits. First, I had to assure her it wasn't actual prostitution, or at least not in any serious way. It seemed an easy way to make money and we both knew that Han had no hang-ups about sex. Plus, she had a great voice for phone sex. When she wasn't complaining, she sounded quite sultry.
After thinking about it for a few days she decided to call about the job. I imagined they would hire anyone willing, so long as they could speak with passable coherence. When Han called, all she needed to do was go over her questions and hear about the job's dos and don'ts. It really seemed like easy money.
How it worked was people would call the number of the sex line and it would forward to one of the girls on call at the time. When Han picked up the first thing she had to do was get the caller's personal information. She had to collect the caller's name, number, and address. Han would confirm the number listing and then call them back. The payment was collected by check, so there was always a risk of non-payment. There were occasionally women who called too. While the ladies were always an exciting twist, they were the worse deadbeats. Not one of them ever paid.
Initially, it was rather exciting, but it didn't take long before the bloom wore off. It was fun to listen and on occasion, I even joined in. Not on the phone, but instead secretly doing to Han what the callers said they wanted to do to her. It gave Han's moans a greater authenticity.
One guy was particularly impressed and said it was the best phone sex he'd ever had. I could hear him through the phone in disbelief asking Han if she was really getting off.
"I really am," she breathlessly assured him as my cock thrust into her pussy. Then getting caught up in things she volunteered, "Actually, my boyfriend is here with me and he's helping."
"What, for real?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, his fat cock is inside me right now," Han said, as her voice quavered with my penetrations.
"No way!" he said. "If it's true tell him to say something?"
Han held the phone to me and I reported, "I'm here and I really am fucking her."
"Wow, this is incredible!" he said. "Tell me exactly what you're doing."
"We're on the living room floor. I'm lying on my side and my boyfriend is behind me, fucking me," Han shuddered.
"Is your description true too?" he asked.
"Yes," Han claimed.
"Can you have your boyfriend describe you?" he asked.
"Sure," Han said holding the phone towards me.
I looked at Han with a questioning smile.
Understanding that I wanted to give the caller her real description Han shook her head no.
I stuck with Han's phone sex persona. "She's 5' 9", perfect tits, long blond hair, and blue eyes."
Not only was the description part of protecting Han's anonymity, but as a five-foot Asian, she tended to enjoy the fantasy of being taller.
Then I truthfully added, "Whatever you're imagining, she looks even better in person."
"So, is there anything you'd like him to do to me?" Han asked her client.
He had a few suggestions, but in all honesty, they were pedestrian. He had Han suck my cock and asked me to slap her ass while I fucked her. He was mostly interested in hearing us describe what we were doing.
Han told him that she had a girlfriend too and she liked to eat pussy even more than she liked sucking cock. Han had told me the same story when we started dating. Like much of her stories, it always seemed a little dubious. It was something that I was still waiting for her to prove. Though hearing it fresh did excite our caller.
I'd been moving my cock between Han's pussy and mouth. It demonstrated her love of oral and the taste of pussy on a cock. Our caller did like hearing the sounds of our sex, but Han still needed to talk. It seemed like an ideal time to fuck Han's ass.
I headed to our room for some lube. Once back Han exclaimed on the phone, "Ohh, he's lubing my asshole! It feels so cold."
"Is your boyfriend going to fuck you in the ass?" Our caller excitedly asked.
"Yes," Han moaned. "He just lubed his cock too and he's pressing it against my tight little butt."
"I can't believe this," he said. "Does it hurt?"
Han confessed, "Sometimes at first, or if it goes in too fast."
Hearing the hint of concern in her voice, I couldn't help driving my entire cock up her ass.
"Oh, ow!" Han flinched, before relaxing.
"That sounded painful," he commented. "Do you actually like it?
"It hurts a little, but feels good too. And when I orgasm there nothing makes me feel so filled up inside."
We could hear him beating his cock through the phone. It inspired Han to ask where he'd like to cum if he were here.
"That would be amazing! I think I'd like to cum on your face and tits."
"Would you like it if I took you in my mouth when you came?" Han asked.
"Oh, that would be so hot. I've never had a girl let me cum in her mouth before.
"I'd let you," Han promised.
No doubt she would. I'd never met a girl who enjoyed consuming sperm more than Han. It's a story in itself. On our second date, she sucked me off four times in less than twelve hours and then added a wake-up hummer the next day. I think I might have only fucked her once over that period. In fairness, the last three were given surreptitiously at the home of her very unwelcoming parents. She lived with them and against my better judgment, I let her convince me to go home with her. No longer with the same latitude to fuck, Han endeavored to carry on with stealth blow jobs. Coming in a girl's mouth is one of my favorite things to do and Han had already shown herself to be a sperm epicurean. So, all things considered, if we had a chance to fuck at her folk's place, I likely would have finished in her mouth anyway.
It was just about when Han was promising to swallow the caller's load that she realized the time. "Oh, sorry John, I just noticed the time. You've gone well past your half-hour. Do you want to pay for another half hour?"
"Um, I guess so," he agreed before chuckling, "Man I wish I could be there instead."
