The Phone Sex Job

I needed money.  No way to get a regular job in my situation at that time.  So I had a phone sex job for awhile.  Do you want to hear about it?  Sure.  It’s not easy to talk about it – even now, though. But I was pretty good, I guess.  I got through it because I had learned that I could transcend reality for what I felt I needed to do.  I could easily ‘disassociate’.  I had done it with various situations in my life.  It was survival.  So with that phone sex job, that ‘skill’ – or process – went right into action. The way I approached it seemed to make good sense.  I recalled that old movie, with Barbra Streisand – ‘For Pete’s Sake’ where she had ‘turned tricks’ to help support her husband.  It was a comedy!  Ha-ha-ha!! Yeah!

So I looked up ‘phone sex’ and got a ton of links to try.  I was confident that I could surely do it. I would be ‘out of the direct action’. What a great way to get some money and have silly sexy fun too!  And all ‘anonymous’.  No-one would ever even touch me or see me!!  Perfect!!

But that’s not quite how it all happened.

There was a series of communications, contracts, etc. via email from the company, and there was one special document, detailing the types of ‘needs’ that various callers would have, and how to ‘be’ the characters that were apparently popular.  Here is an example – a partial list – of the characters.  It seemed pretty easy to do, for one or two of these.  I was very good at the ‘just barely legal’ one, as I basically do act like that.

LIST of CALL DESCRIPTIONS (CALL TAGS)

These are brief descriptions of what I was expected to do. First the ‘straight-talk’ from the ‘manager’, a husky-voiced, no-nonsense, business type, fake-named “Constance”. She reviewed the email documents and made sure I was fully aware of how to proceed.

“Always use everyday names for your characters. Try to start out your call with some type of conversation and keep it going in ‘ordinary talk’ as long as you can.  You will be paid more the longer the client is on the phone with you, so get skilled at this technique.  Try your best to avoid going straight into sex.  Never give out any actual personal information and NEVER give your phone number or true location.  NEVER willingly accept and absolutely NEVER ask for the caller’s phone number or address.  They may offer it – in fact they often will give you their number – but do not EVER call them back, and do not ever say you will call them back. Understand this: Any violation or infraction of this rule in any way whatsoever will result in immediate end of the call, immediate termination of this job and possible legal action against you.

This is very important! You MUST be 18 years old in this business, so DO NOT EVER say to the caller that you are under 18 years of age.   Anything you say that ever seems to suggest that you are under-age will cause immediate end of the call and immediate termination of this job.”

Here are the types of calls to prepare for: (This was all sent in a written form, laid out for me to study, like ‘homework’.)

JUST BARELY LEGAL

Your character is very young, so you are all giggly, bubbly, and outgoing.  Say you are still in high school (year round), and you hope to graduate next year.  You are excited about school events (sporting events, dances, all of it)

The boys at school are all hot for you. You love to get attention from GUYS on any of the SPORTS TEAMS, like all the boys who play football, basketball, soccer, etc. You like the cute guy whose locker is next to yours.  Another thing – the male teachers at school are all turned on by you and of course you love it – since you are totally turned on by your male teachers!

You love going to the mall with your friends. You like to be up to date with fashion and trends. You are into all current technology – texting and all the chat and snapshot apps. You enjoy movies, spending time with your friends, or hanging out at “the cool spot.”

When someone you know is having a party, you make sure to go because you always want to be where the fun is.  You wear hot skimpy sexy clothes and you and your friends compare how cute you all look in the sexy undies and all of it.

ANYTHING  CAN  HAPPEN

You are a young, full grown, beautiful, curvy woman between the ages of 20 – 33. You are totally open-minded and are okay with trying out new things. Take a tip from the caller about what he likes!  You can be a full time college student or you have a full time job, but of course, you still like to have fun on nights and weekends. You love shopping, movies, dancing, and you enjoy the club scene. Learn the names of a few clubs in the big city close to where you are so you can describe some favorites well. You date frequently try out pretty much anything with pretty much anyone, but you keep all options open.   You can use your real life experiences but don’t give out too much information.  NEVER give a caller any true personal information – remember that!  You are not allowed to exchange personal information, so be very careful with what you say.  Do not give real names of the places you hang out but you can discuss the environment or the setting.

Throughout the entire call, you want to sound interested in whatever the caller may be talking about and that may sometimes mean listening to his personal problems. Make sure the caller can hear that beautiful smile in your voice at all times.  Just go along with where he leads you – so ‘anything can happen’ – it’s your job to make him happy!

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REAL  BIG  BREASTS

This is the same basic format as the ‘Anything Can Happen’ call, but you are a very voluptuous woman with really big breasts.  Your breasts are REAL – no fake implants! You know they are ‘hot’ and you show them off all the time.  You love to talk about the clothes you buy that show your big breasts and how you love to look in the mirror and see how the clothes you wear  show your big ones off, how you love it when men look directly at them and you love having them grabbed, squeezed, kissed, licked, bitten and sucked!  You love when men shove their dicks between your big tits, and you want them to squeeze your tits hard.  You love fucking and being on top of men so your breasts bounce around and you love bending over a man’s face so they flop on his face and he can suck at them. You love men coming all over your big breasts, you love to have their dicks rubbed on you when you are wet with their cum.  You want to rub a man’s cum all over your big tits and you love to feel it and lick it off your fingers.

Other types: MARRIED SLUT / BLACK / BLACK & MARRIED / COUGAR / TITS AND ASS DOMINATION / ROLE PLAY / FETISH / DEMANDING CALLER / CROSS DRESSERS

I won’t go into all of them. There are some types I never had even heard of, and some I would expect to know, but the details are still bizarre and beyond what I ever heard of.  I need to describe a couple of those more specifically:

M.I.L.F. 

This stands for ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’ and you are a ‘hot Momma’ and you know it and all the boys fantasize about you as do all the married and all the unmarried men in your neighborhood and anyone you know. You feel sexy all the time because you are sexy all the time and you are very, naughty!  You are hot all the time for teenage or young men and you are ready to be in charge or let them be, but you are always ‘older’ than they are, and you are never completely submissive.  You are not too forcefully dominant, but you are clearly the very sexy seductress, the “Mrs. Robinson’ woman of that old movie called ‘The Graduate’, and you are one hot-as-hell older woman.

(MY NOTE:  This seems sort of ‘cougar-ish’ but I had surely never heard of the MILF thing.  Not at that time anyway. It is no-way what I ever would even want for a second!   But wow- lots of guys like this a LOT! I am not kidding!  I guess it’s the counterpart of ‘Daddy’s girl or whatever!    I know some kids have sexual issues with parents at some points; but it’s pretty creepy to me.)

(the other version of this is T.I.L.F. – ‘teacher, I’d like to fuck)

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Anyway – you get the idea.

The training:

I had to log on to a session with a number of other women, to again review and get more tips, listen again to the basics about the rules, as well as to hear how others had kept men on the line for very long times and how to do it.  How to play and tease and lure them into longer and longer times on the call so they’d have to pay more money. Sure!

The practice:

I’d call in – log in, and just wait.  Before any calls came in, I’d be told by a phony ‘sexy’computer voice what type of caller to expect:  ‘barely legal, married slut, M.I.L.F.    So I had to ‘study’ all the types that these men might want and get into the mind frame, which was not that easy to do, and changing my voice and tone and ‘character’ accordingly. 

It really is a demanding job!  Especially since some of the characters I had to ‘play’ were nowhere like myself at all.   But I seemed to do ok generally.  I know I did not ever learn to bullshit enough to keep men on the line for longer and longer – if they said something suggestive, I went right to where they wanted to go and that was the actual sex talk. 

I liked the ‘barely legal’ character, as I always felt little-girlish in general!  Yes, I like flirting and giggling and stuff like that and my voice sounds pretty young. 

I was rather surprised that such a lot of guys who called in, I mean a LOT – like the MILF call.  They would tell me how ‘young’ they were (untrue always of course) and want me to be sexually alluring as their mother image, whom they had always wanted to have sex with.  I actually felt sorry for them and tried to make them feel ok about that need.  So somehow, even though it was pretty sick, I could sort of do that, but it was gross to me.  I would still say things I knew would turn them on: ‘come over here and sit with Mama, oh you’re getting to be such a big boy!  Let me feel your muscles – oh-h is that something I see in your pants?  Oh, you bad boy! Let mommy have a look – ohhh –what a big one you’re getting!  Let me see – oh, I need to give it a squeeze!  Oh just relax and let me do it! Ooh so big!  I think I will get a long measuring tape and measure it.  Let me do it now! First, let’ s measure how long it is – oh my!  Now let’s see how thick it is all round!  Well, you are getting really big!  My gosh, it’s so hard now!  Do you want mommy to give it a kiss? Ok! (making smoochie sounds) Just let me hold it and feel your balls.

Ooh, you take such long showers!  Mommy knows what you do in the shower – and after that, I know you get all hot again and you start playing with yourself under the covers!  Bad boy!  But Mommy still loves you!  Let me just rub it a little bit – isn’t that nice?  Oh yes, it IS!  I know it is!  Just let me do it… And now if mommy makes you come for her, you will be all sticky so I will have to put you right back in the shower!  And I will give you a good wash!   Or, guess what!  I bet I know what will be even nicer – how about if mommy will let you take bath with her later, ok?  I will wash your pee-pee and your balls, and your bottom and you can wash my titties and you can put soap on mommy’s fuzzy place, and make it all swishy and slippery and so clean… then you can rinse it off and I will let you kiss it… cause you’re my big boy!’

S & M and Bondage

I was also good at the bondage or even the S&M stuff – if it wasn’t too horribly cruel.  Actually, it was sort of ‘hot’ for me – so I kind of liked it too.  I probably didn’t know enough about it, but I had a great imagination, drawing on some of the erotic stuff I had read over the years.  I’d be wildly crying out, moaning and panting and pretending to be tied up and telling them what they were doing to me.  

“Oh, I am sorry – I know I told a lie and it was so bad – oh, I ate that last piece of cake and I lied about that!  It was so wrong and now I must be punished!  I didn’t mean to!  Oh, I am to be spanked?  Oh, no, no – must I be spanked?  Wait – please – what are you doing?  Please don’t tie me up like that – oh it’s too tight, please don’t!  Oh no no – don’t get that!  Is that a – a – oh no! not a whip?  You wouldn’t use that on me!!  Would you?  Oh, please don’t!  I see it’s just a little whip!  But it will hurt still!  No, no! Oh, not too hard – please !  Oooh, I am trying to twist away from it!  Oh! Oh! I see your – oh!  Your penis – oh no! Now you’re so hard – oh, it’s SO big!  Please don’t hurt me!  You’re tying my ankles?  I can’t get loose – oh, no!

What’s that you’re doing – that cream – what is it? Oh –it smells funny – oh! It’s menthol – oh no!! Ooh — please don’t smear it on me – it’ll burn!  On my titties –ow!  – on my nipples – ow! Oh- oh I feel it – it’s so hot – oh no – not there!  Now it’s burning my pussy!  Oh don’t put it in THERE too! Not THERE!!   Not in my butt … Ooh nooo!!  I am begging you!!  Ahhhhh nooooo!  It’s killing me – oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!!

You’re holding me down, you’re so strong and I can’t move!  What are you doing!  You’ll make it hurt if you put your dick in me so fast – it’s too big and I can’t take it!  Ohh no, no – ohhhh!”

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Yeah – it went that way.  I ‘Love-Hated’ the domination stuff.  Was either disgusted or felt pity with most of the rest of the ‘types’  – generally stupid sick weird twisted in one way or another… of course I would ‘do it’ but the WHOLE overall job was too much like doing what X had made me do – with the same results – I HAD to go vomit.  It was really so depressing and humiliating – just like X treated me  – and I was more like a zero, again  … and no ‘big’ money was made.   So I quit.

But thankfully, there were some times which were like the calls I had initially expected – just hot fun sex talk with normal guys!  Yes, some calls were actually with nice guys, sweet good ones – the ones I would have called back … If all the calls were like that, I would’ve loved that job!

Most of the callers were so vile – ughhh!  Makes me nauseous right now to even think about that.  But the ‘normal’ guys were really sweet and I loved the conversations with them. These guys were just lonely guys.  ALL they wanted was to have sex somehow with a real female.  I honestly felt their pain!  I just was happy to make them happy.  They so much wanted a WOMAN and I loved talking to them.  I wished I could have even gotten to know them.  They were really just plain horny and totally normal and I absolutely enjoyed the phone sex with them.    They gave me their phone numbers too – which I still have someplace I guess!  But I surely never dared call any of them.  I recall a few still:

Juanito/Chicago – the Filipino guy;  Ken/ Las Vegas – the White guy;  Antoine/ Las Vegas – the Black guy… and a few others; well, nevermind!  It’s not really important anymore….

But mostly, the calls were creepy ones – the drunk-sounding gravelly voiced Alabama guy with that slimy crude talk – making me hate that Southern drawl that usually I kind of like … (‘here’s daddy at the door with his big cock all hard – Daddy wants you, baby girl.  He gonna put his ole cock in yo’ pretty pussy and in your ass too …but first he gone make you suck on it, baby girl… uh-huh, and it shore is a big’un…)

What shocked me the most?  The Jewish guys, mostly from Chicago and the South. They were so incredibly mean!  So vicious!  It surprised me completely!  I knew they were Jewish, because I heard the ‘accent’ in their speech.  I bet they keep kosher, are loyal to the death for Israel, observe every holiday – and think luridly of ‘shikses’ all day and all night.  Not one iota of respect for women, not a single shred of caring for the women that they were supposed to honor.  Maybe I should re-read the Torah and check those details on how Orthodox Jews are meant to treat women, I could be so wrong!

Anyway – that’s basically the main phone sex story.  One I wish I could totally forget!

Published by rozhinka

I am a writer, artist and a woman who is exploring and reflecting on many things. In writing this very personal Diary of Secrets and Fantasies, I am looking backwards in trying to understand myself - and I am looking forward in exploring new paths of pleasure and possibilities. It's a precarious and precious journey. It's already been quite surprising - and often shocking.

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