Over-the-Top

I spend a surprising amount of my time as a phone sex operator, not having phone sex–at least not the kind you’re probably envisioning. While the majority of my callers call me to cum, I’m often more of a facilitator than a playmate.

Worth Crowing About 1954

I spend a surprising amount of my time as a phone sex operator, not having phone sex–at least not the kind you’re probably envisioning.  While the majority of my callers call me to cum, I’m often more of a facilitator than a playmate.  The men I talk to have highly specific, usually atypical, needs which aren’t being met…
Fetish callers want detailed “object” focused narratives.  Lonely, needy men are seeking a girlfriend they can whisper sweet-nothings to.  Sissy-boys want to be degraded and pushed around.

None of these callers want screaming orgasm “phone sex” from me, and even those men who want to hear me get off, usually cum so quickly, I’m just getting started.

and then there’s Top…

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PSO – S.O.S

I wrote the following paragraph (and as a result, this post) in response to an interaction I had with a guy in his early twenties.  I was irritated by his disdain and lack of understanding, for the men who use my services as a phone sex operator.  Continue reading “PSO – S.O.S”

This is phone sex? When do I get to cum?

pinup 1Obviously, I can’t write about every call I take as a phone sex operator.  It would take too long and become redundant.  It feels necessary, however, to write about my first few callers.  These were especially difficult because of my inexperience.  Phone sex is completely new to me.  Only two weeks separated the time between thinking,

“Do they still have phone sex operators?” and the first night I took calls. Continue reading “This is phone sex? When do I get to cum?”

Ambiguous

When my work phone rings……

there is a second of trepidation.  I yell out “I love big cocks,” and it works to chase the feeling away.  I answer; my voice triggers the computer to engage.  A strangely-sexy, computerized female voice tells me it’s my company calling, and to enter my code.  After I enter it, the voice states the receipt number for the call.  As I write the number in my log book, my hands are shaking a little.  I take one last deep breath to calm myself.  The operator then tells me the caller has paid for 15 minutes–the minimum, and has also prepaid a tip.  The computer connects the call.  Then silence…

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Toys of my Trade

There are many things a phone sex operator needs to do this job effectively.  I won’t bore you with the mundane office supply type things.  Take a minute to consider, that I spend at least half my time on the phone masturbating; even for someone like me, who since puberty has been obsessed with sex and touching myself, it’s a lot.  As a PSO, I always have to be on (usually turned on).  Sure I could fake it, but I choose not to. It wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying, or as much fun, if I did. Continue reading “Toys of my Trade”

The Pervert and the Professor- First Night as a Phone Sex Operator-

normal_pettygirlMy plan was to record my “call me” messages, and after approval, I would begin taking calls.  I really wanted to get the first call out of the way.  On some level, I still questioned whether or not, I was capable of being a phone sex operator.  I worried about giggling at the wrong moment, not being believable or my nerves getting to me (stage fright).  I knew, however, these were only nervous doubts of my abilities, and insecurities.

I only had one real fear going into this job. . .

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