Fun on the Phone

You've called this line a dozen times before, but you've never gotten off the way that you wanted to. It was a basic "dating" phone line, but as you've been using it, you noticed that almost every guy was looking to talk dirty. No one was interested in actually going on a date. Well, neither were you. At best, you were looking for that perfect voice that said the right things to send you into orgasmic bliss.

It was the same routine. You came home from work, made dinner, ate dinner, watched some television, checked all of your social medias... It was a sad, single-gal existence, really. As it got closer to bedtime, you got excited for the one event that would complete your night—trying to find someone to masturbate to on the damn phone line!

I wonder how much time I'll waste tonight, you thought as you entered the number from memory into your cell. You went through each menu impatiently: #1 for female, #1 for a female looking for a guy, #2 you don't want to become a member. You paused at that one... as often as you called, you still thought actually joining meant that you were giving up on real person-to-person communication. You didn't want to throw in the towel just yet.

"You are now entering the chat room," the female automated voice said. "Don't forget to be your flirty self!" Sure. You were always flirty, but it didn't mean that you ever found what you were looking for. The first guy's recorded message started playing, and he had a medium-pitched voice. For some reason, you pictured him working at a bank.

"My name is Lloyd. 44, 5'7, 138 pounds. Brown hair and brown eyes... I'm looking to fuck tonight." Ew! You quickly pressed #3 to move on to the next one. So, Lloyd was "looking to fuck?" You hated the ones that just came right out with it. There was nothing seductive about that shit. And, do these guys really believe that a woman was going to leave the safety of her home to meet up with some idiot that she just started talking to from a phone line?

You kept pressing number three. It seemed that there was nobody worth talking to. A good amount of guys were just looking for a hookup; some didn't know what the hell they wanted. Then, there were a couple of voices that caught your attention. One in particular sounded hot. Right off the bat, his message said that he was horny, and that he was looking for someone to have phone sex with. That just sounded honest. You adjusted yourself in your bed; things were starting to get interesting.

He had a nice and deep voice, which met a couple of your requirements. You pressed #2 to leave him a message. You began the recording by telling him he had the perfect voice to rub your clit to. Switching to your sexiest voice, you then asked if he was naked. You tapped #3 to send it, and patiently waited for him to respond. Hopefully he takes the bait, you giggled to yourself.

You went through more mind-numbing messages, but your guy didn't send anything yet. Unfortunately, this was the norm... the minute that you thought you found the right one, either he ruined things by getting ridiculously nasty or he would hang up. No one wins in either situation.

Just as you were giving up hope, a message came through. He requested a conversation. You sat up straight; now, you got nervous, which threw you off your game. Recording messages was easy... you have time to figure out what to say. It's talking to the person directly that makes you lose your cool.

Fuck it! You accepted the request and waited to hear his voice. Sometimes, guys would bail at this point and leave you hanging. You held your breath...

"You are now connected," the automated voice told you. A few seconds of silence went by before you decided to break it.

"I thought I scared you off," you said in a breathy voice. In real life, you lit a cigarette and took a drag. Why do I do this to myself?

"No," he said. "I just didn't expect anyone to respond. And I really didn't expect someone as sexy as you to send me a message." You smiled in the darkness of the bedroom. You've been told that you had a sexy voice by several people. It almost was like a secret weapon for you.

"Are you still rubbing your clit?" he asked. You laughed to yourself as you ashed your cigarette. He hasn't said anything to give you a reason to touch yourself... yet.

"Yes, still rubbing," you lied. "I still want to know if you're naked, and if you're stroking it..." You noticed that when you became the leader in the sexy convo, it usually drove the guys wild. You put the cig out. You weren't horny, but you were slowly getting there. You got under your sheets and slid your nightie up above your thighs, happy that you weren't wearing panties. You heard him breathe in deeply. Apparently, you struck a nerve.

"Your voice is so sexy," he said. "It's like I can picture you laying on your back on satin sheets. Your fingers are spreading the wetness around as you're circling your hot little button. Then, I can picture you bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking on them, just to taste how sweet you are. So tell me... how sweet are you?"

It was almost like a video camera was set up in your bedroom, and he was able to see you. How the fuck did he know? Indeed, you had started to touch because his voice was hypnotic. You frowned at the sucking your fingers bit, though. You cringed at the thought, but his suggestion made you want to at least try it. You brought your index finger to your mouth and licked it. Hmmm, you thought. Not bad...

"Really sweet." Of course, you had to exaggerate, but you didn't taste terrible. You heard a small moan on the other end, and you felt a rush of pleasure. It was always a victory for you to make a guy moan. You moaned a little yourself as your fingers went back to your pussy.

"I wish I was licking you," he said, and you thought you were going to cum right then and there. The edge was near. "I wish I could lick that pussy from the bottom to the top, and then suck on your clit, just to hear you scream. When you start to drip, I'd flip you over and push my hard cock deep inside of you."

Holy shit, you thought. This was going better than you expected. You felt yourself getting closer as his voice and words were taking you there. You hoped that he felt how turned on you were through the phone.

"I know that you're naughty," he said. "I know you love it when I slap that ass while I'm fucking you from behind. You love when I run my fingers through your hair and pull your head back as I ram my cock in you so deep." He was going for broke, and you were going overboard.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" you shouted into the phone. You felt the orgasmic waves wash over you as he softly coaxed you through it: "Yes, baby... give it to me." You haven't orgasmed that good in a long time. Your breathing was labored as you noticed your sheets and nightie were soaked with sweat. That didn't bother you... you were feeling euphoric.

"What about you?" you asked as you gathered your senses now to take care of him. Your voice was thick with lust. "Are you still rock hard for me? Have you dripped lotion on that cock yet? Imagine my tight, wet pussy sliding all the way up and down your shaft." Those words came out of nowhere, but you went with it. Judging from the noise he was making, it seemed he was into them, too.

"And yes, I am a naughty girl," you teased, getting into character. "I love feeling the sting of your hand spanking my bare ass cheeks. Your cock is so deep inside of my pussy! Oh yes... fuck me harder!"

You heard a loud groan, but then a sharp thud jolted you out of the fantasy. You strained to hear, but the line was quiet.

"Hello?" you asked into the phone. You at least wanted to know if he finished.

"Oh, hey!" you heard him say. He was still breathing heavy. "Yeah, sorry. I dropped the phone. But damn, you caused such a mess over here!" It made you ecstatic that you were able to bring out the same reaction in a guy that he did for you. The smile on your face was permanent.

"Well, it's messy over here too," you informed him. You had a sense of dread as you looked at the clock. You had to go to bed... but you didn't want to hang up with him.

"Are you member on this line?" he asked as he let out a yawn. "I'm not, and this was actually my second time on here." There wasn't a need to lie to him at this point.

"Not a member," you said. "I've called this line a lot, but I usually hang up disappointed." You heard him laugh.

You knew that you had to go... it was only getting later. "Would you like to talk offline?" you asked him boldly. What was the worst he could say?

"Sure... you were good," he told you. The two of you exchanged phone numbers, then said good night. When you hung up, you realized that you forgot to ask what his name was.