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“Panties are a no-no for me. Fully commando, baby.”
“That’s so fucking sexy. Talk dirty to me.”
“Well, Paul, I’m nice and wet right now…wanting your thick cock to punish me,” I drawled, trying my best to sound interested. I never thought being a phone sex operator would be in my life cards. It wasn’t the first career I thought of when my high school teacher asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I thought I was going to be an interior designer, not helping strangers get their rocks off over the phone. I had to resort to something in order to repay Steve; otherwise I would’ve looked at jail time.
“I bet your tight cunt is so warm,” he breathed. I blew a bubble with my gum and tore out a coupon from a sales paper as quietly as I could.
“Oh, it is, and it’s throbbing for you.”
“Mm…I want you to touch yourself.” Yeah…no.
“I’d rather wrap my full, soft lips around your cock. Would you like to put your cock in my pretty little mouth, Paul?” I asked, applying a little chap stick. As if it made a difference. How interesting was my life that this was really the only male interaction I’d had since swearing off dating? I should really get out more.
“I would love that. Would you be my dirty little slut and let me come all over that pretty face of yours?” he asked. I cringed. Hearing strangers talk like this would take some getting used to. I felt a bit disgusted, but this was a phone sex line after all. Sometimes you have to do what you must to pay the bills.
“Of course, baby. I’m just sitting here thinking about how I want your cock buried inside my tight, wet pussy,” I said, trying to get my head back in the game. Paul’s heavy, quick breaths were enough proof of what he was doing. Wanting to hurry up and get this call over with, I decided to take it further.
“Mm…fuck me harder, baby. I’m dripping wet for you.”
“Oh yeah, Natasha. I’m going to come in that tight snatch of yours.”
“Yeah, you do that, baby,” I said idly, glancing at my vibrating cellphone to see a text from Alex. Unlocking the screen, I opened her message.
Alex: Just wanted to check up on you. That mechanic was hot, right??
I rolled my eyes. While he was good looking, his looks definitely didn’t make up for him being a total asshole. Who in the hell went around calling a stranger deer killer anyway? Apparently Mr. High-And-Mighty-Mechanic had never been in a car accident in his life. Douchebag.
Ashton: Sure if you find assholes hot >.<
Alex: I think he was just flirting with you LOL
Ashton: Well that was NOT the way to flirt with me. Besides, not interested in dating anyway.
I tossed my phone aside and stretched back on the couch to finish entertaining Paul. I tuned in just in time to hear him reach his climax, sending a wave of relief over me. “Oh, Paul, that was so amazing. I came so hard,” I purred, examining the chipped polish on my fingernails. He let out a low chuckle.
“Thank you for your time, Natasha. I’ll be calling you again soon.”
“I can’t wait. I’ll touch myself in the meantime until I can hear your sexy voice again.”
“Now that’s hot. I won’t keep you waiting long,” he said. I rolled my eyes, but kept my composure.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, Paul. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I said, hanging up before he could say another word. Before I could exhale a breath, the phone rang once again. I already had a feeling that tonight was going to be long.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy will I be fulfilling this evening?” I asked. After a brief moment of silence, I giggled. “Don’t be shy, honey. I don’t bite unless you want me to.” A crash sounded, as if someone dropped the phone to the ground or on a hard surface. A woman yelled in the background.
“Are you so desperate that you have to call sex hotlines? We’re done!” she screamed. I shook my head. This was something else I’d have to get used to. I’d read articles about other women in phone sex talking on the times when women would call them just to see who their men were talking to in the middle of the night. They said it was so hard to get them to see that they were simply a fantasy, not the “other woman.”
I finally hung up the phone after a few more seconds of cursing and screaming with a sigh. A part of me knew some of these guys had girlfriends or wives, which always left a bad taste in my mouth when they called. When I’d talked to Ava about it the other day, she only said that I shouldn’t take it to heart; talking with a phone sex operator is the equivalent to watching porn. They both feed a fantasy.
“Maybe their girlfriend is boring in the fantasy department and they need someone wild and unashamed to talk about things with them,” she had said. I wondered if Steve thought that of me and went to Clarissa for other things.
The next couple of hours flew by thanks to the calls pouring in. I lost count of how many times I told numerous men what I “wore” for them, how wet I was, and how hard I wanted them to fuck me. I even encountered a guy who wanted me to talk about my feet and how they looked. No matter the fetish or desire, I was the one to fulfill them. Just as I was about to cut my line off for the night, a call came through. Considering the amount of money I owed Steve, I literally couldn’t afford to turn anyone away.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy am I fulfilling tonight?” I asked, scrolling through Facebook on my cellphone.
“Natasha…you can call me Avery,” the deep voice said. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it briefly before cradling it between my head and shoulder. I’d never intended to become involved with any of my callers, but I also didn’t expect to come across a caller with a voice sexy enough to actually make my panties wet. He had my full attention.
“Such a sexy name. It goes perfectly with your voice, which already has me wet.” I was actually telling the truth this time. Imagine that.
