Phone Sex Girl

When most people think of phone sex they tend to think of a bunch of women sitting in an office eating chocolate and watching the clock, waiting for the end of their shift. Why? Because that's what the women's lib band want men to believe, that's why!

While I was working as a chat line operator I worked from the comfort of my own home and during the hours that suited me. What could be better? Throw in some sex and you get the perfect job!! An office and chocolate, my arse!

I'll freely admit that I first applied for the job because I needed the money. Talk dirty? Yeah, sure I could. Any fool could bandy a few dirty words around and listen while guys jack themselves off, can't they? HA!! And to think I believed that was what it was all about.

No, there's far more to phone sex than a few oohs and ahhs. It's about living the fantasy and let me tell you, when you get to know how your caller's mind works, talking to him becomes an experience that just otherwise can't be imagined.

Once I got to know my callers they started ringing back and requesting to speak specifically to me. What an honour that was! They knew exactly what they wanted and knew I could give it to them.

Like Andy, the Irish guy who used to call me every Tuesday evening at the same time. He used to love me being in the bath so once a week, just before his call, I'd light candles, fill the bath with rose scented foam and strip naked, my skin crawling with anticipation.

RING-RING!

"Hi Andy. How you doing?"

"I'm alright sweetheart. You ready for me?"

I always was. Oh yes... very much so. I'd been thinking about his call for so long that my pussy was already starting to ache for relief!

"Get into the bath, sweetheart," he'd say and I'd obey. I'd close my eyes and imagine his hands touching me as the warm, silky smooth water wrapping around my body.

"Take the soap and lather your skin."

Again, I'd obey. I always had the very best soap so that I could enjoy the sensation of my hands sliding through the thick, creamy lather as it spread across my skin. I'd soap my arms first, then my stomach and then my breasts, squeezing them gently as I enjoyed every gratifying second.

I'd then sink down into the water and watch as my huge tits floated on the surface, the dark brown nipples tight like a virgin's cunt, all the time telling him what I was doing and letting him hear the movement of the water.

"Soap your pussy in now."

At this point I'd pull myself out of the water and sit on the side of the tub with my legs apart, my freshly shaved pussy slit open slightly. I'd find the soap and cover myself with the creamy lather, sliding my fingers back and forth.

By now the soap will have started to mix with my cunt juice, and I'd tell Andy that I'd need to rinse off and play with myself.

"Do it," he'd tell me. "And let me listen."

I'd lay the phone on the edge of the bath so that he could clearly hear what was happening and I'd rinse my quim clean of soap.

My slit would be slopping with cum juice so he'd clearly hear me as I pushed my finger inside, fucking myself hard and fast. With the other hand I'd press my thumb down on my bulbous clit, the pressure driving me into a crazed frenzy, my cunt crying out for cock!

That's when I'd grab the slimline phone and rub it against my swollen lips, the juices covering it until it was so wet I could slip it inside me. I knew Andy would be loving it - hearing me fuck myself with him!! And the thought of him listening right inside my cunt would be too much to handle! Crying with relief I'd cum hard and fast, my pussy muscles gripping the phone as my orgasm pulsated through me.

"God, you're one horny bitch," he'd tell me afterwards. And he was right.

I wonder... maybe I'll go make a phone call now.

Contributed by: Sadie 04/12/2006