The Phone S*x Worker

Chapter 6: The Shift Begins

‎ "Sir." And I was right because he let out a loud groan, making me squeeze my thighs together in response. Jesus, I hadn't wanted someone this badly in what felt like forever.

‎ "f**k, you're going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

‎ I was already nodding before he finished his sentence. "Yes, god, yes." I moved my right hand so it was also caressing my breasts. In that moment, I completely loved my headset which allowed me to talk and touch at the same time.

‎ "Mm, you're so obedient, baby," he told me, approval evident in his husky voice. "Tell me, Princess, what colour are your pretty n*****s? Tell me what they look like."

‎ My p***y clenched almost painfully and I tried to remind her to calm down because it had only just freaking started. "Brown," I tell him without even looking. "And they're hard. So hard they're showing through my shirt."

‎ I was getting so hazy with lust I wasn't sure what to do with myself so I pinched my n*****s roughly and almost cried out in frustration, knowing that it would be so much better if he was doing it for me.

‎ "Damn, that's beautiful, sweetie," he told me and my belly did a funny flip. "You touching them? Want you to roll them between your fingers. Not too hard, just enough pressure to leave you needing more."

‎ It wasn't easy to admit but I think he was better at this than I was, and it crossed my mind that I should probably be paying him. "I already am," I confessed with a guilty laugh. "Your voice...it's, uh, f*****g hot." I hesitated because I wasn't sure if I could say that to him. It wasn't very professional, but then I reminded myself that I was only second- guessing it because I was actually getting off on it.

‎ "You that eager for me, princess?" He sounded pretty damn pleased with himself. "Tell me how it feels. You know, I'm stroking my d**k to this. Getting hard over the noises you're making, and the pretty picture you're giving me."

‎ The image of this man, which I am undoubtedly attracted to, stroking his hard c**k over the thought of me pleasuring myself drove me crazy. He seemed so generous, something which I found was rare nowadays.

‎ "It's feels..." I breathed, trying to find the right words. "Like it's not enough. I need more. Christ." I threw my head back against my pillows, frustrated with myself and the way I was acting. Completely unprofessional.

‎ "Shh," he cooed to me softly. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you. Okay, princess?" He was so freaking good at this. I was practically shivering in anticipation of what he might say next. "I want you to get naked for me. And tell me, baby, you got any toys?"

‎ "Um," I thought of his question as I pulled my strap top over my head. It got caught on the earphone wire. "Wait a second." I quickly untangled myself before placing the earphones back into my ear. I moved onto my shorts and pushed them eagerly down my legs. "Yes, I have one of those little bullet vibrators."

‎ "Good. I want you to get it for me, princess."

‎ I bit my lip for a moment, feeling extremely dirty from what I was about to do. "Yes sir..." I said before reaching towards my side cabinet and opening the bottom draw. In a old, tiny, purple purse with a single zip, sat the bullet. I took it out before getting comfortable on the bed once more. "I've got it."

‎ He hummed in approval. "Now, I'm more than happy to go slow, make this last, but I'm sensing that my girl wants to c*m hard and fast, am I right?"

‎ I sucked in an unsteady breath. Being called his girl really shouldn't have made me feel as giddy as it did. Why and how did a complete stranger have such an effect on me? I was never one of those girls who fell for a man's charm easily. Yet here I was, swooning over a guy because he was good at talking dirty and had a sexy voice.

‎Apparently I was easier to seduce than I originally thought.

‎"Yes," I choked out, wondering if I'd wake up if I pinched myself hard enough. I wouldn't try it though, just in case I was dreaming, I really wasn't ready for it to end. "God, yes."

‎"All right then," he chuckled, the sound warm. "I'll do what you want to, this time. Next time, what I say goes, okay princess?

‎Before I had a chance to respond, he was giving me more orders, and in no way was I complaining.

‎"I want you to spread your pretty little thighs for me, baby." His voice, and the way he was breathing, gave me the impression that he was getting just as excited as I was.

‎"Okay," I squeaked rather embarrassingly. Cool air hit my most sensitive area as I did what he ordered, my hands resting against the inside of my thighs, fingers clutching my vibrator as I waited impatiently for his instructions.

‎I had yet to turn the bullet on but it already felt like my insides were vibrating.

"You shaved, sweetie?"

‎"Trimmed," I told him honestly.

‎"Damn, that's sexy," he growled and I was very happy that he thought so. "Now, take your hand and spread your p***y lips for me."

‎And there I went; once again speechless - and breathless - because of this man and his words. Seriously, he really could do this job better than me. I had to admit, I was storing parts of our conversation away for both personal and professional use later on.

‎My hands automatically did as he said, my body desperate for some kind of release. I felt overwhelmed and didn't know where to start or what to do in order to relieve it. Thank god I had him to guide me otherwise I might combust. Then again, if he wasn't here, I wouldn't have this problem in the first place.

‎"Okay," I breathed, feeling more and more like a client than a s*x line operator. But taking control was obviously something he enjoyed so who was I to put a stop to this? What was the saying? Customers are always right? Well I absolutely completely, one-hundred percent agreed!

‎"Stretch yourself out," he continued, voice starting to strain. "Force your sexy little c**t out of it's hood. I don't want it hiding when you start f*****g yourself. All right, princess?"