Submissive whore day!
He said he liked the nasty whores. Great! It had been a slow few days. End of the month i suppose, lots of girls trying to hustle rent so more girls available means less calls. I was happy to be a nasty whore. The call came in on my submissive line, so i knew where he wanted to go. I started with so what is it you like to do to the nasty whores, like me. He said “I like it all” well just fucking great, that meant i was going to have to guess at what he wanted. More often than not when they guys call the submissive line they have NO idea how to be dominant. This guy was no different, he liked the idea of being in control but clueless as to how to have a give and take conversation about being large and in charge with a submissive slut. So i start talking and he doesn’t really chime in at all.
“So would you throat fuck me? Have me take your hot hard cock all the way in my throat making me gag, making my eyes water”… he says “yes” in his meek and quiet D and D player voice. Awesome, i get to be submissive and in control of the call because this dope has now become, the silent dom caller. Ugh. So basically i just start spewing my typical dirty talk because hes giving me very little go on, he’s meek and wants to be Mr Mean and nasty but has no idea how to do that. I start my monologue of throat fucking and pussy slapping and tell him I need his cock. No response from him. These are the calls that are the least amount of fun for me. I’ve been getting a lot of silent callers recently but the “I wanna be dominant and silent” those are contradictory in principle and just annoy the holly hell out of me.
The call mercifully ended with tech issues. Though i would have liked to finish the call because its been slow and i like money, however I was saved from having to be a in control submissive whore because… ATandT sucks.
No you can't...watch
The phone rang and i was watching a Presidential address from the rose garden. Damn I’ve been waiting all morning to watch it but i put the TV on mute and answered the call. The recording told me i had invited this caller for 3 free minutes. That meant id spoken to him before and put him on my free minute list. I give all my good callers or at least my callers who spent 15 minutes or longer with me on the phone free minutes for next time. So its possible this call was going to be a decent one and i needed a good call as over the last couple days its been slow. My guess is because the end of the month is approaching and more girls are trying to hustle rent and there are less slices of the phone fucking pie to be had until the month is done.
I got ready for the call, when we were connected i said hello and asked who it was he said his name was Matt. ummm Matt, well i have a regular caller Matt but this want him, i double check. “this isn’t Matt from NY is it” he said no I’m in Delaware. I search my brain. I dont recall him. damn. I told him that i know we’ve spoken before because i sent him free minutes and ask him for a little more info about himself. He said “we’ve spoken before” and gave me a ID name that also did not ring a bell. I’m trying to think quick on my feet and i say in the sweetest voice i can muster “okay well im sorry i didn’t remember your name” and he hangs up on me.
I went back into my call logs and found his one call to me. It lasted 13 minutes, over a month ago. Yeah I’m a bitch that should be hung up on and miss the last part of the Presidential address because i cant remember that.
I yam who i yam
“Hi is this Amy?” that’s how this started. I was not Amy so i said so, “no, this is Jenny” the caller then went on to explain that he did browse by voice search and was hoping to speak to Amy and that sometimes they system transfers him to the wrong caller. Umm suspicious. I tell him i’m probably nicer and more fun then Amy and he laughs and asks how he can find me for another time. I give him my ad info and wished him luck in finding “Amy”
That was my last call for the day and it was early… its been slow, since. I should have said i was Amy.
Take me away prince charming
We weren’t clicking. At last i didn’t feel like we were. He didn’t seem like anything i had to say. The kind of guy who discounts or puts down everything that comes out of your mouth. The kind that on a first date poo poos the choice of everything you order. Oh the chicken is better then the fish, you should have gotten the white wine not the Merlot. The kind that make red flags wave all the way up your spine as you plot how to make sure you end the evening as early a possible. However, he kept adding money to the call. It was awkward and it was just small talk and regular chit chat. I tried to bring the call around to sex. “if i was there with you, i bet you’d want me to suck your cock” he put the brakes on me “yeah well eventually, i guess” oh hot, hold me back tiger. I got audibly annoyed and flat out said “why don’t you tell me what you want since everything i say you don’t like” He then talked about moving my hair off the nape of my neck and kissing it. okay, i can try to go with that but this dude didn’t want me to add anything, so i just purred and let him run with the ball which was rather short since he couldn’t come up with anything beyond that nape of the neck thing.
You have me dripping wet
Okay so he doesn’t want me to lead the call cuz he doesn’t like anything i have to say but he obviously has no idea how to phone fuck. I finally decide to just get into it and if he doesn’t like it he can hang up on me. I talk about him going down on me. What it would feel like, what i like, how i want him to eat my pussy, where i want him to put his tongue. He doesn’t hang up, he also doesn’t participate in the conversation. He’s become a silent caller. I go on to talk about me slinging my legs over his shoulders and him pounding me with his cock and deep a hard while i rub my clit and beg for it harder and deeper. I ask if hes still there… he responded yes and its breathy. Okay hes jerking off. I then say he could flip me over on my belly put my ass in the air and take his hard pussy juice drenched cock and put up against my asshole and start to penetrated me. He jumps in and and says….
“Oh wait no, no, no, i don’t do that….”
Unicorns arent real either
Huh? I’m speechless for a second while it sinks in then i burst into laughter, i couldn’t help it. “so you don’t fuck girls in the ass in REAL life or you don’t do it in your FANTASY PHONE CALL LIFE” he confirms that its not something hes done in real life. I was totally annoyed with this guy. He was a fucking passive aggressive priss. He was uptight, so uptight that he couldn’t talk about anal sex on a fantasy phone call. He just wanted to assert his passive aggressive bullshit all over me. So i decided to talk about my dog, which i did until his money ran out.
A sissy and a slut
I thought he was a sissy slut. He wanted to talk about being turned into a girl. This however took a left turn at Albuquerque. I talked about dressing him up, about fucking him in the ass with a strap on, making him submissive to me that way. He thought it was hot and told me so several times. He said he’d call me again but not before he told me about his interest in forced chemical feminization. whoa! Okay luckily for me i knew about this.
Shes mean, shes tough, shes retired
There was a story in the Rolling Stone years ago about Matrix co director Larry Wachowski and his dabbling in the realm of S/M. In 2007 it was rumoured he was getting ready for a sex change operation those rumors persist today. I call bullshit. Um its not about gender its about surrender. Those that know a little about forced feminization know the score with him. His wife divorced him when he got involved with high profile Domme in L.A. Ilsa Strix, who also left her partner to be with Wachowski, much to the chagrin of the BDSM community who were pretty vocal about that in the Rolling Stone interview who implied that Ilsa Strix was just looking for a sugar daddy. His appearance started to change to a more feminine state which unleashed and still does a flurry of speculation that Larry Wachowski is a transsexual. Possible i suppose but more likely hes playing with feminization and submission not gender identity. I mean hes involved with a Domme for fucks sake. A Domme who had a solid reputation for being very intense.
Girls, girls, girls
So i know a little something about this life and when my sissy slut called again the next night i talked to him about using saline to increase his bust. I’ve seen this done in BDSM films, needles injected directly into the chest and saline pumped. Viola tits! I also talked about sewing up his ball sack to make a pocket and give him a pussy. He was audibly turned on by this. I could tell he was jerking off to my tales of him being turned into a girl and forced to service me and all my hot female friends before i fucked him in the ass like a whore.
After he came we had a polite conversation about the whole thing. Hes not interested in being a girl, it’s not a gender identity issue and he’s not tapped in the wrong body. He gets turned oh by the thought of being forced to surrender, to being emasculated by a woman. The media has the whole Larry Wachowski thing wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s not a gender thing its a sex game. My caller from Hoboken used the term “chemical castration” before we hung up. Ah ha! Clues! So now i know where to take him the next time he calls… and you can be sure he will call again.
Posted 10 Jun 2010 — by Number Nine
Category Phone Sex
So i saw this movie on the cable machine. Now its true i will watch pretty much any piece of crap movie on cable, most of the time only paying half attention as i answer calls or work on making clip or doing some of my real world work in the graphics field. Deciding to watch “Valentines Day” isn’t to out of habit for me, except i actually wanted to watch it because i heard there was a character who was a phone sex operator. Being new to the phone sex world, i thought it would be interesting to see a main stream chick flick movies take on phone fucking.
Well it was terrible, it was nothing like reality, i mean not even close. All her calls seemed to be strangely not very sexual, though slightly fetishy, this chick took phone sex calls at her day job work number and they were direct calls that came in to her and never did she process a payment. Also she used a lot of funny accents. Dumb. Okay i didn’t expect it to be a true to life kinda thing but it wasn’t even in the least bit sexy. I guess i thought it would be a little peak in to the world maybe a tiny slice of the phone sex pie but nope not a peak and not hot … at all. Oh and the PSO’s love interest when finding out she phone bones for cash, leaves her because shes too “wild” for him. Ummm yeah he fucked her on the first date but her sucking a imaginary phone cock is somehow crossing the line of what a “good girl does” Lame. The Movie poster tag line should have been a dead giveaway had i been paying attention “From the director of Pretty Woman…. ” ugh.
Needless to say… Valentines Day=Fail
Now sit still and take it
It was to my submissive line that the call came in. These calls can be a bit odd sometimes because the caller often has no idea what hes looking for and you have to direct the call and still be “submissive” it can get a little tricky. I’ve played the part in the flesh before. I’ve done it in my personal life having once been involved in my local BDSM community. I’ve done it for pay by being hired as a paid submissive plaything. So to say I’m well versed in being a sub is an understatement. I don’t need to use The Google to know what anyone’s talking about when they call. I know the lingo, i know the game.
When he called i asked him what he was doing, he said “watching a porn” I asked him if it was a regular porn or did it have any kind of slant or theme to it. I mean he’d called my submissive line so the odds were he would be watching something along those lines. He said the girl in the video was getting crotch roped. Ooh i squealed, I’ve been crotch roped. “Is that what gets you off”? I ask my new caller. He said “only when its real” ahh yeah duh …. so i tired to ask him what hes into, “well why did you call me today, what is it that really gets you off?” Hoping he would take the ball and give me a clue as to what he likes and were to take this call. He then asked me if i had a hair dryer.
A hair dryer…. really?
Giant sucking sounds wont do
I think for a second. I don’t have a hair dryer. In fact i have one on my wish list because i sorta need one. I prefer to let my long locks dry on their own and really i go to the salon… a lot. So i only need one in the winter when you can’t have wet hair all day. I search my mind for anything i might have that sounds like a hair dryer. I come up blank. I know the blender will sound like a blender and the vacuum well the Dyson sounds like a giant sucking machine. I tell him no, i don’t have a hair dryer. I know I’m going to lose him at this point so i ask him why he wants me to have a hair dryer.
He said his “fantasy” is to have me use the hair dryer on my asshole and pussy until it burns.
ahh okay… freak. I try to draw him out, to stretch out the call and see if i can redirect his fucked up stupid fantasy of having a girl on the other end of the phone burn her lady parts with a hair dryer. I ask him what about it gets him hot, ask him if there’s anything else that works him up like the hair dryer, but to no avail. He wont budge. He hangs up.
So I’m guessing it wasn’t a fantasy so much as this guy thinks the girl at the other end of the phone really is going to burn her cunt with a hair dryer. Yeah cuz that’s totally worth the 1.25 a minute I’m making on the call.
The darker the better
I was just about to go to bed. To turn off my phone and sleep the sleep of the extra tired. Before I could turn the phone off the call came though. He was in Brooklyn, I’ve spent some time there so we chitty chatted about the city for a touch, then i told him a little about me, that i was an escort, that i was a real dirty girl and i was ready to prove it. I asked him if he was naked. He was kinda shy but he told me his pants were off. Great! Right before we got into the meat of the call he asked me if i wanted to view his cam. I was up for it. When his cam came on i could see he was a hot nude dark chocolate daddy. Oh i love the brothers. I told him such i dont think he believed me having obviously dealt with phone sex girls who will say anything. I told him that it was in fact the truth i loved the black guys and that i had even written about it. I then told him i wanted to see his cock. Just as i suspected, big guy… big fat black cock. I told him how id go to town on that thing, how id make him throat fuck me with it. How i wanted to gag on it, my eyes to water, my mouth to be filled. All the while watching him stoke that big cock. I told him how i wanted him to get behind me with that giant cock and shove it in my tight, wet pussy, to fuck me hard…make me take it. We talked likethis for a while, until i told him i wanted to watch him cum. He complied, and that hard thick big back cock exploded in creamy white cum.
We said our goodbyes, i told him how to follow me on twitter and said i hoped he would call me again someday. It was a good way to end the night and an unexpected call. I was a little worked up when went to bed and i got t myself off… thinking about my boyfriend fucking me.