There was a man that I started doing it with. His name was Gord and we had phone sex sessions typically lasting 2 hours. It was Gord that I credit with making me realize how much I loved gangbangs and how pleasurable phone sex could be. In one of our best phone calls, we did a scenario with me being brought to a cabin. There were 25 guys waiting for me. I knew that by the end of that weekend, every single guy in that room would have fucked me several times. I was tied up on a bed and serviced them all. During that call, I felt like they had all plunged their growing dicks into my insatiable slit. I felt like cum was dripping out of my mouth from sucking all their pricks and of course, some just sprayed their loads over my body. I was in heaven. Seriously, it was better than some of the real sex I had by that point.
I had sizzling hot phone sex with several guys and enjoyed it immensely. The problem was that I really needed to earn a living. One phone fuck buddy suggested to me to do phone sex for a living. I made him cum 4 times the first time we did it and from then on, a minimum of 2-3 times each time we had it. He said I'm good so why shouldn't I get paid for it since I need the money. I laughed it off at first. Then I thought about it and spoke to Gord and some others. They all said I should do it.
I did need the money and why not do what I enjoy and get paid for it? My sister didn't like the idea but since she doesn't pay for my upkeep, I needed to earn money. My mind was made up. I would be a phone sex operator. Easier said than done. I live in Canada and it's not like in the USA. It's not that easy to find phone sex jobs. I researched on the internet and finally found one. I worked for my boss for 5 years but we recently parted ways.
I now work for myself. So if you call to speak to someone in their 20s or 30s or 50s, you might be talking to me. We sell fantasies. The odd minority shows their real pics because they work on a cam. The great majority of phone sex operators aren't what their pics show. However, the stereotype PSO (phone sex operator) is not true, at least it isn't in my case. I do not sit and do other things, while I pretend to be horny talking to my clients.
I lie down on my bed and I have a magic wand toy I use. The wand took over as my favorite toy. Its intensity on my pussy is beyond compare to anything except my fucking machine. Last year, I added to my collection of rabbits (sex toy) and eggs and magic wands and dildos. I bought a fucking machine. It could thrust into my pussy up to 268 strokes per minute and I love when my current boyfriend relaxes during sex and the machine takes over. Then my boyfriend continues. Nothing beats a combo of real cock and deep fast fucking, at least not to me.
When I met my present boyfriend, he asked what I did to earn a living. He wasn't thrilled that I was a PSO. When we talked the next day and he had time to think things over, he was fine with it. He understood it was something I need to do. With time, he has grown to like when he is with me during a call. Several times he has eaten out my cunt while I made another man cum. Once I sucked his cock while the client listened and enjoyed and came too.
There is no way that I would give out any personal info on any client. I wouldn't give it to my boyfriend, sister or to anyone else. It's confidential. What I will tell is that many men have fantasized about fucking their mothers. I don't know if it began with breastfeeding. Perhaps when you start off life with sucking your mom's tits, it's inevitable. Father/daughter fantasies are also pretty common. Their daughters are always young and virginal and they want to be the first man to fill their pussies.
Phone sex scenarios are not real so why people get upset by them, shocks me. Women fantasize about rape but do we want to get raped for real? NO. I don't promote anything illegal not now or ever. I don't care what you dream about doing but I would care deeply if you actually did it.
I have worked for several companies doing phone sex. One of them I did for one day. It really sucked. NO pun intended. That job fit the stereotype. I had to lie in bed with the phone next to me, ready to answer. Of course, no calls equal no pay. You only get paid for calls you do. That is usual for all phone sex jobs. The difference here was that I had to wait for calls. I couldn't generate any. Worse yet, it was beyond boring waiting for a call and we were told to talk about anything but sex to keep them on longer. Now, I don't know about you but if I was a man calling in for phone sex, I damn well better get my cock sucked and fucked. We weren't supposed to give them pleasure. We were supposed to talk about the weather and anything else to keep them talking. I quit.
When phone sex is no longer about making the men happy and them getting off, I don't want to do it. I worked at another company that had virtual sex. Ever had that? Virtual sex is having an avatar represent you. Then you go to a virtual room and virtually fuck or get your cock sucked or pussy licked. You see your avatars going at it. I was a "working girl" at one of those virtual reality sites. I was very popular because most of the women just clicked on a script during sex, choosing from a list what their avatar would say next. I actually typed things from my head, to give the most enjoyable experience I could. There was so much nonstop typing. It became too much work and guys spent too much money doing it with me. They said that with me, it felt real. I left there because it was out of control and way too much typing. It also began to bore me.
Most of the phone sex I do now is by blocks of time. I love getting to know a man better and getting a feel for what he is turned on by the most. My aim is to give him the most pleasurable experience I could. I look forward to hearing from my regulars and hearing them cum is my best reward. I want to have fun too so when I use my toys, I'm having a wonderful time. When the guy isn't participating, it isn't as much fun. Phone sex is like real sex, it's best when there's chemistry between the 2 parties.
After proofreading quite a few of Steve's stories and we drifted apart after what happened with Guy, I started dabbling with writing myself. A guy that used to call me from Ireland sent me a story he wrote and asked me to finish it. I did and he loved my ending. I had a great time doing it. Then I wrote a paragraph and showed it to a contact and he loved it. This is truly how my writing started. Here's that paragraph without any editing:
I am just imagining you ringing the bell and me yelling out come in. I am masturbating with my egg on the family room floor. You come in and start watching as I move my vibrating egg, speed 4, all along my pussy. Then, you watch as I start thrusting my 7-inch g spot vibrator in and out. Moaning as I do this. You have to taste my pussy, you want it sooooo much. You take the wet vibrator out and lick it. Then you start eating me as you tell me to use my egg on my clit. I am enjoying it and tell you as such with my louder moans. Then you tell me to rub my egg on the rest of my cunt. My clit is yours. You lick on it harder and suck it. I suck my nipples as you look up at me as you enjoy how my pussy tastes. Your cock is getting harder by my response. You want me to cum and I am getting closer and closer and............
I showed it to other contacts and they liked it too. I then wrote this and it too was well received:
Just a thought...
You watch as my sister leaves the house in a hurry, forgetting to lock the door in her haste. You seize the opportunity and let yourself in after she drives away. Making your way up the steps and into my bedroom, you see me seated in my chair at the computer, focused completely on what I am doing online. I don't hear you approach. You lower your body to lessen the chances of me noticing you and it works. Soon you are beneath my chair. I am relaxed with my legs slightly parted. Wearing only my nightgown, no panties or bra underneath, you look at my pussy. Enjoying the view you can't resist sticking your finger deep to probe my cunt. You add 2 more fingers since I need them, need them badly. Taking them out of my dripping pussy, you give me your fingers to suck and I taste good. You put your fingers back in and out, in and out. Then you remove them to taste me yourself. A smile on your face tells it all. I let out a gasp as you begin inserting your tongue deeper inside my very wet pussy. Seeing you below me, I push your head closer to the center of my increasing desire. My moans are getting more animated as you lick me faster and faster. You tell me to rub my clit as you continue fingering me and there is nothing I want more than to feel your cock inside me. You gently move my hand away from my clit so your mouth can get its rightful turn. Sucking on my swollen clit makes me moan all the more. Your cock is throbbing uncontrollably. You want to fuck me and can hardly contain yourself. You get up from the floor and get on top of me, pushing the chair, which is now leaning on the bed. Your thrusts are deep and both of us are enjoying fulfilling our hunger for each other.....
That's when I started writing full stories and posting them and that's "How I Became A Phone Sex Operator."
THE END OF THIS STORY (my real life story does continue. lol)
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