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Some would probably say that your chosen job was… not the most glorious. Some would say it was not the best job for a woman and only a step higher than a mere prostitute, while others would even go so far to say that your job was rotten to the very core and shouldn’t be practiced at all: "How dare you contribute to the impurity and sinfulness of unmarried and married men."
Maybe, these nasty voices were right. Maybe, you were doing something immoral by allowing others to masturbate to your voice. But from day one up until today, you always thought of yourself as a cheap therapy session involving some adult context instead of being a living, breathing, and handsomely paid sex toy.
On some days, these nasty voices were strong. They were echoing in your brain, reminded you that there were cleaner ways to earn money; that you could probably find a job in your original field of work (which you paid way too much money for, so it would be a shame to put your education to waste); that it was degrading to sell your voice like that.
Most days though, you were proud of your job—proud to work as a sex phone operator, but you still only told open-minded, close people about your job. You had heard enough prejudices already and you didn’t need another voice in the back of your head telling you that you were a bad person for doing so.
Plus, in which job could you have the benefit to work from home and make around eight hundred bucks a week?
More if you put in a few more hours, and due to your lack of a social life at the moment, you were able to save up a little fortune for rainy days.
Just like today. You were three hours into your shift. The sunlight filtered through the half-closed binds as you sat in your living room, legs resting on a foot stool while you worked away on your laptop to update your CV which would probably never see the light of the day. A thin silk kimono hung from your shoulder with delicate red flowers printed on the sleeves and flaps. Underneath, you wore your most comfortable tank top, cotton shorts and a pair of new stockings. Fine lace, caressing your legs like the fingers of a lover, little bows and straps criss-crossing over your skin. You had worn them the entire morning and enjoyed the feeling of them. They fit perfectly, a little luxury you allowed yourself after having racked up quite a bit of overtime the last month. You liked to wear them while making the calls. It made you feel beautiful, but that was the entire purpose of wearing stockings, after all.
The business phone rang and you muted the volume of your TV running in the background. For a moment, you composed yourself. It was like an actor slipping into his role before the big play. An improvised play, made up by the keywords the person at the other end gave you. One last time, you allowed your hands to run over the silky sleeves of your short kimono, then you took the call.
“Hello there,” you said in a normal, if only a bit sultry voice, “how are you today?”
Silence. For a second, you waited. There, some breathing, a weak gulp, then a low sigh and shuffling.
A shy one.
You sunk deeper into the cushions. This call would be a long one. “It’s alright, take your time. We don’t have to start right away.”
A hoarse laugh was the answer. “Of course not. You’re paid by the minute.”
The voice was definitely male, the tone a bit… dry yet light. And he was straightforward, so he probably wouldn’t appreciate the usual sugary reassurances you gave to your clients.
“You got me there,” you said with a smile, “but it’s still true.”
“What’s your name?”
“You can call me whatever you want.”
“Is that your usual procedure?”
“Making up a fake name was too much of a hassle, so everyone gets to decide for themselves what they want to call me.”
“You’re honest.”
“I always get in trouble for that, yeah.”
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “I like it.”
Wordlessly, you pumped your fist. Hell yeah, another one has fallen~!
“Alright,” you continued with a smile on your lips, “so, what do you want to call me?”
Another long moment of silence. More shuffling, a little cough, then: “I don’t know yet… Are… Are pet names okay? Or real names? I don’t know, I have never done this before.”
“Whatever you want to call me, I will accept it. With some limitations of course, because I doubt I will react friendly when someone suddenly calls me a demeaning name without telling me first.”
“Boundaries. Good. Okay, okay.” There was a certain jitter in the customer’s voice, telling you he was even nervous. In your mind, the faceless man was stroking through his hair with trembling hands, while the other was clutching the cellphone way too tightly. “Uhm… Maybe we start off slow? Can I call you Angel?”
“Sure. Had definitely worse.”
“Alright. Alright.”
You waited. While you did so, your toes wiggled back and forth while Netflix kept running on the screen. Nothing important; just a movie you had already watched a few times and there had been nothing else worth watching. Maybe a manicure was soon in order. Summer was approaching fast, maybe even some nail polish…
“Now that my name is set,” you said when the silence took too long for your comfort, “can I ask for yours? What should I call you?”
The question was deliberately worded that way. They could give you their real name or they couldn’t. Their decision.
He noticed that, too. Another moment of silence, then another chuckle echoed in the line. “Aaah. Yeah, uhm… Tobi. You can call me Tobi.”
“Tobi. I like it.”
“And now? We’re just… starting? Going off? Should I describe myself?”
“Oh, not necessarily. I would say we start with a bit of conversation. Except if you want to instantly hop into things.”
“No, no. Talking sounds good. About what?”
“About everything, really. What do you work as? Did anything happen today?”
His voice was almost… relieved. Definitely less tense than before as Tobi moved on clearly familiar territory. “Aaah, I’m just a boring professor for an Engineering Course at the Ko… at a university. Lots of new students at the moment, so it’s busy with all kinds of paperwork. Mechatronics, if you…?”
“I heard about mechatronics, but never really got to know what is entailed in that field. It’s about the co-dependence of mechanics and electronics, isn’t it?”
You had him hooked. Tobi jumped on the topic with an excitement reserved for children who just walked through the gates of an amusement park. Definitely the perfect choice to let him ramble on a bit to make Tobi more comfortable. He seemed a bit… down. Maybe his partner left him, maybe something happened at work—though he didn’t talk about it, just about some “usual fights with Bakashi, the braggart”—maybe something else happened, but you wouldn’t pressure him.
The time came Tobi slowed down his rambling about the topic he obviously was invested in, only to come to a complete halt when he obviously ran out of steam. To be honest, you kind of missed the stream of words as soon as his voice died down, but you had a job to do and even though you were already twenty minutes in and definitely had him on the hook, you almost found yourself eager to give him his first experience.
“Damn, that was a whole lot. Seems like you really enjoy teaching.”
Instantly, Tobi sounded nervous once more. You grimaced. A step backward. “Oh sorry, that was a bit too much, wasn’t it? I tend to ramble quite a lot.”
“No worries right there, no worries. I enjoyed it a lot, and hey! I learned something new today, so thanks for that!”
“No problem.” He laughed, still clearly embarrassed. “Still, sorry for that. This isn’t exactly sexy, isn’t it?”
This. This was it. Automatically, your voice slipped a bit lower, grew softer, became sultrier. “I don’t know about you, but talking to a teacher certainly brings some classic roleplaying to my mind.”
He grew red. He had to be as red as a cherry, measured at the sudden sputtering and your mental image of him. Tobi seemed like an honest-by-default guy, unable to conceal his emotions or opinions in the slightest which also carried over to his body language and reactions. “We-well… Certainly, there’re some… some really big implications… I mean, not that they’re small, it’s really big, I mean—!”
“Woah there, cowboy. Everything is alright. This is not a race, not a competition. And I don’t care how you look, how well-endowed you are or what your faults are. We’re only talking and having a good time together, that’s all.”
“You… you don’t care how I look?”
Automatically, you sat up straight. Something in Tobi’s voice made you attentive. A cold shiver wandered down your spine. Something was going on within Tobi, something important. He was asking you a serious question for himself. Maybe to feel safe, maybe because he wanted to truly know what this call would entail, maybe because he couldn’t believe that it would be like this. Instantly, you recognized his need for safety.
“Yes, I do not care,” you said clearly into the speaker and sunk again into the cushions, “I do not care except for your voice and what you describe me. Anything else is yours and gets to stay yours for as long as you want.”
More silence followed, but there was no way he would hang up on you now, so you waited. Waited and stared blindly at the colorful screen while you gnawed at your lower lip.
More shuffling, another (relieved?) sigh. “Okay. Uhm… Right, so, I would feel good knowing that you have at least a vague image of me and would ask you to give me a vague description of yourself if you’re comfortable with that. Then I think it won’t feel as impersonal as…”
“It is now. Got it. Alright, what do you look like?”
Another deep sigh, then Tobi spoke up, mumbling a bit as he did so. “Black hair. Dark eyes, I dunno if a dark blue or brown… Average height, I guess… A bit on the thinner side, but I’m trying to work on myself and go to the… uhm, gym. I go to the gym. Yeah.”
“Anything else you want me to know?”
“No.” The answer came hard, fast and sounded definitive. A touchy topic, so you didn’t pursue it further.
“Alright,” you repeated once more, “well, I won’t tell you too much about myself, just that I have great lips, of course gorgeous hair and I'm right now wearing stockings which are to die for. Black lace and silk, and I absolutely love how they make my legs look.”
The talk drifted quickly into the dirty direction you always aimed for. You could hear Tobi swallow heavily and a little throaty chuckle following which told you more than enough.
Automatically, your head fell to the side as your nails tapped on the cushions right beside you. “So… would you like me to take the initiative? Or do you want to give me an idea where we’re headed?”
“Oh… Is… Is just laying together for now alright? Like, describing it, and stuff?”
“It sure is.”
“Okay. Okay, uh… Wait, I just need to get to my bed then.”
Cute. He needs to get into the same position he’s imagining himself in. Still oh-so-honest.
The grunts on the other side of the line were nevertheless concerning. They didn’t sound like Tobi was already getting started, but more like… he was in pain and tried to suppress everything related to it. But you didn’t ask and the grunts didn’t occur again until you heard a door being shut and the last final ‘flop’ into the bedsheets.
“Well,” he already sounded way more relaxed and slightly loosened up, “I’m here. In my bed. Which is freshly made by the way, with freshly washed bedsheets and all that jazz.”
“Very, very tempting. Who doesn’t like a freshly made bed?”
“I know, right?”
Tobi was flirting. Honest, weak flirting, but nevertheless flirting. Kind of sweet and definitely adorable. With a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine it. A guy laying in his bed. One arm angled up with the hand below his head, the other holding the cellphone to his ear. In your mind, he was wearing a simple shirt and loose trousers with merely a flimsy little bow holding everything in place. And of course, in your little fantasy, Tobi was already at least half hard, merely from the knowledge of what was about to come in the next minutes.
You had to know. “Palm yourself for me. Feel yourself, listen to my voice. Do you feel good?”
Another breathy chuckle echoed over the line. “My. Uhm… Yeah, I do. The talking before helped and I’m definitely less nervous. About me being… turned on though… Not quite yet.”
Not quite yet? A damn shame.
Closing your eyes, you slid further down the couch until you nearly laid flat on top of the cushions. Your legs were slightly spread, just enough for a single hand to weakly pat and caress your covered clit, while you emerged yourself into the scene. A bed, a man laying on top of the covers, you in nothing more than your stockings.
“We can work on that, if you want to,” you purred and were rewarded with a hasty gulp on the other end. “Or I could just start to describe what I’ve been doing to myself since you laid down in your bed?”
Tobi choked, coughed, only to start the maybe cutest sputtering you ever had the pleasure to listen to. “Oh. Oh. Oh well… This is… What have you…? I mean, what have you…?”
“Oh, nothing much.” Lazily, you trailed a single finger down your thigh. “Just caressed myself, imagining it was you. Listening to your voice and trying to imagine what it would sound like when you cum. Right now, I’m touching myself. Really slowly. Just a single finger on my clit, rubbing and circling while I talk to you. I’m already a bit wet, Tobi.”
“F-fuck…”
“Just my hand reaching into my underwear,” you teased further, “and I think about your voice. You have such a nice voice. Just the right amount of rasp to it. For me, it's a huge turn-on.”
“Angel, you’re killing me…” Clothes ruffled, and Tobi sighed lowly as he probably fisted his own half-hard cock for the first time. “Fuck. This is so…”
“What are you doing? Tell me. Tell me everything.”
“I’m… uh… I'm touching myself, too.”
A little grin flashed over your face. “And?”
“I… Fuck. I just got my… my co… cock out. I’m hard and I’m hurting and I’m fucking turned on.”
Gods, it rarely happened you grew that hot and bothered by one of your calls, but Tobi’s raspy breathing and his reactions really did it for you. He was so shy yet eager, wanting and craving and still somehow denying himself. The complex differences were the reason you really allowed your straying hand to wander below the waistline of your hot pants and underwear, the fingertips dipping into your own wetness. A little shudder made your entire body tremble.
You sighed weakly as your fingers wandered lower and grew more restless. “Oh, that’s… great. Just great. I’m also wet for you. All hot and needy. Say, what would you like to do to me?”
“I would…” Tobi’s throaty moan made you suppress a moan of your own. “I would touch you. Touch you everywhere. See your reactions, memorize them. The little spots, like… Like the place right below the collarbones or the stomach or the small of the back… Fuck, this is—!”
“Go on,” you spurred him on while your fingers sluggishly pumped into you, “that sounds fantastic.”
“I would—! Fuck, I would undress you slowly. Pull off the stockings and relish in every inch. Part your legs and just look for a bit.”
“At what?” Fuck, your legs clenched together on instinct. With one hand, you still held the phone to your ear, while the other fiddled with the waistline of your pants and underwear. More freedom, you needed more free room to work. “Tell me. Please, Tobi.”
His breathing picked up and another gulp echoed in the line. “At your cunt. Just look, just for a second. Then, I would start to finger you. One finger at a time, pumping them in and out.”
Your breath hitched when you started to do just that. Tingles spread all over your skin as you forced yourself to go slow—painfully so—to the rhythm of Tobi’s words, who seemed to gain more confidence the more he spoke. Between some quiet hisses and the telltale moans echoing in the line, his words made your suddenly spiking lust spiral out of control.
“Slowly stretching you out. Feeling how you pulse around my fingers. Adding a third one. How do you feel about that, Angel?”
“Tobi…” you whimpered. You were a helpless wreck of a professional worker; legs spread and your hands inside your own cunt. Gods, it really had been a long time since you were this riled up by some stranger with a nice voice.
He groaned into the phone, rasping out his next filthy description. “I’m rolling your clit with my finger, just to feel you twitch and hear a little moan. Can you moan for me? Just… once—!”
Eagerly, you obliged. To call it embarrassing how easily you were turned on by his voice would be an understatement. Your low throaty moan vibrated in your mouth, rolled off your tongue like sweet release itself. Gods, you needed to get out of these damned pants and fucked underwear! It felt like torture to free your hand and slip out of your pants, and like heaven to sink them back into your soaping wet cunt. Finally, some space to move around. Even the feeling of the rougher material of the couch beneath felt glorious as you wiggled around, trying to find a more comfortable position. When you hooked one leg over the backrest of the couch and let the other one dangle over the edge, you found the perfect place to be in: spread open and with this wonderfully rough voice in your ear, still moaning and gasping for air as he stroked himself.
“Fuck, just like that! What are you doing, Angel? What are you doing to yourself?”
“I finger myself wide open for you, Tobi. Three fingers in and I just don’t feel full enough. Can you just fuck me? Pound me into the mattress like I need it?”
“I’m trying, fuck, I’m trying! Fucking, Angel!”
“I’m so wet for you. I’m nearly slipping out of myself here.”
“I’m so close, just moan one more time my name. My name, Angel. Make me come with your voice!”
Again, you obliged willingly. You moaned his name, knowing in the exact second Tobi grunted that he found his peak, while your own fingers slowed down the tiniest bit to regain some composure. Finding your own release wasn’t part of the plan, but some aftercare for the client could be included, and Tobi sounded like he would be the type for it.
While you continued to sluggishly pump your fingers into you, you purred into the line. “Thanks, Tobi. That was a great… talk.”
Only gasps and exhausted sighs on the other side. You knew these sounds by heart, so you continued to wait, stoking the flames of your own lust to make sure they wouldn’t dwindle. You got your fingers dirty already, after all, no need to waste such a good base for a good orgasm.
“Yeah,” he finally groaned, “that was… needed. Good talk, good talk indeed. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. But it is appreciated.”
“Can we stay on the line for a bit? It’s just… I don’t know.”
Gosh, he sounded so lonely, so broken, so lost. Your heart ached a bit for the stranger. Fine, you wouldn’t only do it for the money here. Your sympathy for him was stronger than your job ethics.
“Sure.” Softening your voice was as easy as breathing to you. “Anything you want to talk about?”
“No. Just… Knowing there’s someone else there is enough.”
“Okay.”
Light silence followed. Light enough to still allow the quiet puffs and groans to breeze into your ear. You definitely knew why some of your customers enjoyed some of this shared silence right after you were done with them. Quiet companionship, tied together by something still so intimate as getting off together, despite miles and miles possibly between them. It was nice, knowing there was someone else there instead of jerking off completely alone.
After some time, you didn’t know how long exactly, only that Netflix had the audacity to ask you if you were still watching, Tobi coughed weakly. A little sign from him that the mutual silence was broken.
“Thank you. Can I… I don’t know, call you directly? I don’t think I want to change my talk partner anymore.”
“Just ask the girls from before to send you through to the complicated one.”
“You haven’t even given them your real name?”
You smiled. “Maybe.”
“Anything else I would need to know about you then, Angel?”
“Nothing you couldn’t find out the next time you call, Tobi.”
Thankfully, his laugh rumbled again through the line. “Alright, I see how this will go. Thank you. You don’t know how much you helped me today.”
Before you could retort anything, the line was cut. Thankfully. Talking with three fingers inside you was extremely distracting. The orgasm which followed came quick and made you shudder from head to toe, your head tipping back into the cushions and silently moaning.
Another benefit of your work: you always were able to take some breaks to enjoy yourself.