UselessDesires
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The Beginning of My Phone Sex Fetish
While working swing and graveyard shifts as a reservation agent for an airline, I got several "obscene phone calls." Many of the agents got a variety of these types of calls when it was slow, so no wait time for the caller before talking to a person. We used to share war stories, and all the other women (I never heard of a man getting one) were always offended and appalled by the calls while I, secretly, loved getting them. I got several that were more funny to me than anything, but I got two that were incredibly memorable and erotic.
The first one:
A man, with an attractive voice, called and asked for information regarding his ticket/flight itinerary. He had a businesslike manner, so I matched his tone and was focused on answering his questions professionally. After a couple minutes, I noticed that there was really sexy, sultry music playing in the background, and while I talked, I could hear sort of a low murmuring. I started listening better while I was talking, trying to figure out what it was. I was surprised when I realized that as I was responding to his inquiries, he was whispering profanities into my ear. I can't recall exactly what he said, but it was more vulgar than anything I was used to hearing. I was really very shocked. I didn't say anything, but I'm sure he could tell by the catch in my voice that he had hit his mark. Even though it was shocking to me, I wasn't disgusted, I found that I was actually really turned on. The conversation ended soon after my realization of what he was doing, but I would have liked for it to continue. As it ended, I said, "Is there anything ELSE I can do for you, Mr. M____?" He hesitated a moment, perhaps wondering what I might be willing to do. It was such a surprisingly erotic experience. I didn't share it with any of the other agents, I kept it in my heart and pondered it.
The other one:
One slow night, I got a call from a man making inquiries about flight schedules and prices. After we had been talking for a few minutes, I heard what I was pretty sure was him pumping his cock. I was just sort of amused and thought, "Whatever." About the time I realized what he was doing, he asked me if I could hear him okay. I responded in the affirmative, but then the pumping got a little louder and he asked again, was I sure I could hear him well enough? This time, I added emphasis to my voice and said, "Yes sir, I can hear you PERFECTLY."
The call went on with him asking about different schedules and me answering, all the while, I could hear him whacking off. As it continued, it was obvious he wasn't going to make a reservation, but what could I do? I couldn't exactly call him out on it, what if I wasn't really hearing what I thought I was? At one point I did say, "Sir, you're not really interested in making a reservation, are you?" He just ignored me, acting like he hadn't heard the question. Okay, so I was a little turned on, but I never let on, I just kept being professional. As he kept changing destinations and asking for more prices I thought, this is ridiculous, I need to do something, so I decided to help him along. I still kept my words professional, but I changed the tone of my voice. I slowed my speech and lowered my pitch. I remembered Kathleen Turner talking about how she had learned to talk sultry, so I dropped my tone at the end of the sentences. To my delight, it worked! It didn't take too long for any doubt I had about what he was doing to be erased. He clearly, loudly came for me. We ended the call without either of us mentioning what had just happened and I was left contemplating a career as a phone sex operator.
While working swing and graveyard shifts as a reservation agent for an airline, I got several "obscene phone calls." Many of the agents got a variety of these types of calls when it was slow, so no wait time for the caller before talking to a person. We used to share war stories, and all the other women (I never heard of a man getting one) were always offended and appalled by the calls while I, secretly, loved getting them. I got several that were more funny to me than anything, but I got two that were incredibly memorable and erotic.
The first one:
A man, with an attractive voice, called and asked for information regarding his ticket/flight itinerary. He had a businesslike manner, so I matched his tone and was focused on answering his questions professionally. After a couple minutes, I noticed that there was really sexy, sultry music playing in the background, and while I talked, I could hear sort of a low murmuring. I started listening better while I was talking, trying to figure out what it was. I was surprised when I realized that as I was responding to his inquiries, he was whispering profanities into my ear. I can't recall exactly what he said, but it was more vulgar than anything I was used to hearing. I was really very shocked. I didn't say anything, but I'm sure he could tell by the catch in my voice that he had hit his mark. Even though it was shocking to me, I wasn't disgusted, I found that I was actually really turned on. The conversation ended soon after my realization of what he was doing, but I would have liked for it to continue. As it ended, I said, "Is there anything ELSE I can do for you, Mr. M____?" He hesitated a moment, perhaps wondering what I might be willing to do. It was such a surprisingly erotic experience. I didn't share it with any of the other agents, I kept it in my heart and pondered it.
The other one:
One slow night, I got a call from a man making inquiries about flight schedules and prices. After we had been talking for a few minutes, I heard what I was pretty sure was him pumping his cock. I was just sort of amused and thought, "Whatever." About the time I realized what he was doing, he asked me if I could hear him okay. I responded in the affirmative, but then the pumping got a little louder and he asked again, was I sure I could hear him well enough? This time, I added emphasis to my voice and said, "Yes sir, I can hear you PERFECTLY."
The call went on with him asking about different schedules and me answering, all the while, I could hear him whacking off. As it continued, it was obvious he wasn't going to make a reservation, but what could I do? I couldn't exactly call him out on it, what if I wasn't really hearing what I thought I was? At one point I did say, "Sir, you're not really interested in making a reservation, are you?" He just ignored me, acting like he hadn't heard the question. Okay, so I was a little turned on, but I never let on, I just kept being professional. As he kept changing destinations and asking for more prices I thought, this is ridiculous, I need to do something, so I decided to help him along. I still kept my words professional, but I changed the tone of my voice. I slowed my speech and lowered my pitch. I remembered Kathleen Turner talking about how she had learned to talk sultry, so I dropped my tone at the end of the sentences. To my delight, it worked! It didn't take too long for any doubt I had about what he was doing to be erased. He clearly, loudly came for me. We ended the call without either of us mentioning what had just happened and I was left contemplating a career as a phone sex operator.
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