6 comments/ 39921 views/ 4 favorites Dairy of a Phone Sex Goddess By: SteamyChik These are the true stories of my foray into phone sex. I love feedback and will write you back. I> I started doing phone sex as a joke and on a dare. We needed the money because credit card debt had crept up on us, we had a car payment, new house payment and well, you get the picture. Since I stayed at home, we joked that I could do phone sex for extra cash. At first, this seemed really crazy, but the more we thought about it, the more rational it seemed. The hunt for a phone sex job was on. I asked my more adventurous friends if they knew anything about it. Finally one of them told me to check out the ads in a few local trashy magazines. The more research I did the more fascinating it became because I realized that as a woman, you can call almost any phone sex line and talk for free. In other words, work for free. These types of phone sex lines work like a group conference call. The women call in for free and the men pay through the nose. The drawback is since the women call in for free, if they don’t talk to the men they will get kicked off in a hurry. You can keep calling back, but you better talk. I thought this was really a rip-off for the women. I mean, after all, they were working for free and the phone sex company didn’t have to pay them a cent to entertain the men that called for $3-$8 dollars a MINUTE! I decided that before I took a paying job for phone sex, I should research it. I began to call the phone sex chat lines to get practice. The first time I called, I had to stumble my way through the operator. I explained to her that I was calling for the first time. I was a woman. I was interested in phone sex as a job. Before I could go further, she cut me off and told me that she would connect me to the chat room and I had to say hello. Ding. I hardly dared to breathe. I listened and then a warm, male voice said, “Hello, I heard the tone, what’s your name?” Name? Name! I hadn’t thought of a fake name to use and was silent a few moments before blurting out Karen, or Sharon, something like that. My heartbeat actually rose and I started to blush. How silly is that? Anyway, the man said, “My name is John. Tell me what you look like, Sharon.” He wasn’t being bossy but at $6 bucks a minute I guess he wanted to just cut to the chase. Wearing? Wearing! I hadn’t thought of a sexy outfit to wear. While frantically trying to think of a sexy outfit while sitting there in a frumpy housecoat, I mentally listed the things I had learned so far. Decide on a fake name BEFORE you start. Decide on a sexy outfit BEFORE you start. My research was already benefiting my future job ability. “I’m wearing a black teddy,” I said breathlessly, mostly from stage fright. “Mmm, with high heels?” John asked. At this time, I heard heavy breathing on the line. There were other people listening. I had almost forgotten it was a party line. “Yes,” I replied, “Black high heels, um, 5 inch heels.” I added this lamely. I looked around my messy bedroom, laundry everywhere. I didn’t even know where my high heel shoes were, much less would I be wearing them at 11:00 a.m. But what the heck, it’s a fantasy right? The heavy breathing got heavier. Whoever that guy was, he was easy. John, my phone sex party line mentor man, said, “Tell me what you look like Tammy.” Tammy? I thought my name was Sharon, or Karen. Oh well. Look like? Look like! I hadn’t really thought about that one either. I couldn’t very well tell him I was a 30 something, slightly overweight housewife now could I? Or that I needed to shave and didn’t have on a bit of lipstick? No, I don’t think so. That would not do. I guess I took too long to answer. John repeated the question; he was really very patient. Realizing that my delayed, unsure responses were lame, I tried to do better. I responded in as sultry a voice as I could. “Mmm, I have long brown hair, sparkling brown eyes and a mouth that always smiles.” The heavy breather on the line with us began to pant. I began to enjoy it and continued. “I’m a touch over 5’6” and have a curvy body with large breasts. My ass is nice and full and velvet to touch.” I was going to go on but John interrupted. “What do your breasts look like?” From the heavy breather there was an, “Oh yeah, boobs, suck those boobs…” and then more panting. I had to squelch the desire to giggle. Thinking of the corny bodice-ripper romances that I hate to admit reading, I said, “My breasts are firm and full, a good hand-full, you could take one in each hand and squeeze it and play with it. The nipples are big and jut out, a pretty rosy color.” About this time, my cat began licking his nether regions in front of me and I had to nudge him with the bottom of my foot. Another bout of giggling was threatening me. Right after that, I heard a loud click. “John? John?” I asked. Where had John gone? The heavy breather was still there though. I didn’t know what to do next. That is when I had the first phone sex epiphany, if you talk, they will cum. And, it doesn’t matter what you are saying. They just want to hear a female voice. So I continued my dialogue with the heavy breathing guy. “Hey, heavy breather?” I asked coyly. “I bet you are stroking that big, hard cock right now aren’t you? Stroking it and jerking it and feeling so good? “ Paydirt! The guy’s breathing became downright ragged with little grunts interspersed with moans. “That’s right, stroke that hard cock, pull it and work it.” Heavy Breather let out a groan. I could visualize the cum shooting out all over his hand, dripping down his cock while the phone was pressed to his ear. “Thanks that was great hope I catch you on again names Brian bye.” Click. I hung up too. Wow. My first research into phone sex had been a hit. I had learned a lot too. Make up a name, have a few sexy outfits in mind, pick out a body to describe and no matter what, keep talking. Not bad for a first time phone sex session. I decided after a few more freebies, I would begin looking for a real paying phone sex job. Yippee. I wondered what had happened to John, but after being in the business a while, I learned that once a guy cums, he is gone. No pillow talk at $6 bucks an hour and I don’t blame them! I hope you enjoyed this look into phone sex. I love feedback and don’t forget to vote! Dairy of a Phone Sex Goddess Ch. 2 These are the true stories of my foray into phone sex. I love feedback and will write you back. My room was lit with candles casting soft flickering shadows on the burgundy walls. The sensuous hushed sound of a rock waterfall fountain whispered its soothing song. A glass of chilled wine waited for me on the table along with a thick dildo and multi-speed vibrator. A lighter lay nearby awaiting a flick. I also had an assortment of other toys like a paddle, crop, and leather flogger. I was nervous. This was my first night as a real phone sex girl. My forays into phone sex on the free lines did not have the same intensity. For one thing, since I was calling and talking for free, there were no expectations. I could talk to whomever I wanted about whatever I wanted and I could hang up whenever I wanted too. This time, I would be taking calls for specific requests and I had to talk to anyone sent my way. I took calls right out of my own home and my own bedroom. This was really wonderful because I could actually participate in my phone calls. If I had been at a call center in an office building, it would have been hard to stroke my pussy or pinch my nipples. It would have been pretend. At home, the company handled the screening and the billing, but they sent the calls to my house on a special phone line set up just for sex. I had several phone names depending on what type of girl the caller wanted. My phone names were Danielle, Tammy, Missy and Gina. Each name had an entire character associated with it. Danielle was sophisticated, Tammy was trailer trash, Missy was at least 18 but still very young and naïve and Gina was my anything else girl. Sometimes, my name would be whatever the caller wished it to be if they had a preference. I wanted to be especially sexy feeling on my first night and took extra time to primp. I shaved my legs until they felt like silk. I shaved my pussy until there was only a hint of glossy curls at the very top of my slit. The rest of my pussy was so smooth and soft I could hardly keep my hands off myself. I took a bath in a pleasant perfume with a vanilla base and even put on make-up. I dressed up in a black, flirty silk nightgown with a deep V cut to my belly button and lace over my breasts. I wore black thong panties underneath. Although a little overweight, I have that slutty body men seem to like. Large breasts, small waist, rounded hips, plump ass and long shapely legs. In real life my hair is a honey brown and down to my waist and my eyes are a crystal green. On the phone, I can have any hair and eye color combination needed to make a man’s fantasy come true. I was ready. It was almost time to start my shift. The phone rang. The call operator explained my first call to me. She was friendly and knew this was my first time so she sent me someone easy. His name was Jason. She linked the call through and I was live! “Hi Jason, how are you doing baby,” I purred. I have always been able to speak in different voices to match the occasion - sexy, sweet, little girl, domineering mother, or bitchy wife. This time I picked an ultra smooth, sexy, a voice to make a man hard and then melt him down. Jason was shy. I began stroking my nipples getting them hard, my breath catching a little. “You know what I’m doing, Jason? I’m using my little finger and rubbing it over my hard nipples, they are so hard for you Jason. Is your cock rock hard now, are you stroking it? I hope you are. I want you to stroke your cock for me real slow right now. Are you doing that for me Jason? It makes me wet to think of you stroking your cock, rubbing it and gripping it for me.” “Oh God, you are good, your voice is so hot. I’m stroking my cock baby, tell me what you are doing. Touch your pussy,” Jason told me. “Mmm, Jason, I’m stroking my clit right now and ribbing it back and forth. I’m slipping a finger inside me right now, oh yes that feels so good. I’m thinking about your hard, hot cock inside me right now Jason, right now. Can you feel your hard cock inside my tight pussy? I’m so hot and wet, my pussy is gripping your cock as you shove it in me. Jason oh baby, fuck me hard! Really bang it in me baby. I need your cock inside me, shoving way up in me!” I lay back in my big comfy recliner and fingerfucked my vagina. “Listen to how wet I am baby,” I moaned into the phone, really into it and aroused. Putting the phone down at my pussy, I fingerfucked my vagina. The wet smacking, slurping sounds very loud and audible. “Did you hear that baby? Jason? Oh yes, your hard cock is slamming into me. Close your eyes and stroke it baby and think of ramming your cock inside my open hot pussy. My legs around you shaking and hugging you so you will be deep inside me." My voice was thick with arousal and my breath was coming fast. “Oh God I’m going cum, I’m going to cum, you are so hot!” Jason shouted into the phone. “Give it to me Jason, shoot your hot sperm inside me, I want it all inside me!” “Ahh! Ahh! Shit! Shit! Fuck!” “Oh baby yes! I can feel your hot cum inside me I’m going to cum with you right now!” I shouted as I came. My clit exploded as my fingers frigged it back and forth and up and down. Breathless, I said, “Oh baby, you made me cum so hard.” “You are really totally awesome, Gina. I shot my load so high it’s in my hair! You really came didn’t you? I could tell it was real! God, that is awesome. You are so great. I have to go but I want to talk to you again. When are you working? “Mmm, yes I really came Jason. You have ruined me for anyone else tonight! Call me anytime, I work the night shift from 9 p.m. – 3 a.m. Call me back you are hot too!” I said. I meant it too. He was really fun to talk to. “Well, I gotta go now. This was expensive but you were definitely worth it. Bye baby.” Jason said to me, then he hung up. I hung up the phone, fingering my dripping pussy, running my fingers over my swollen, happy clit. Mmm, I thought, that was really fun. And I still had five hours left on my shift. I grabbed a book to read to pass the time until my next call. I hoped the next customer would be as easy and fun as Jason! I hope you enjoyed this look into phone sex. I love feedback and don’t forget to vote!