Where Phone Sex Can Lead
by Deva Shore

‘Brad, hi,’ I said, pleased to hear his voice again.

‘Hey, Carmen, how are you?’ he said.

‘Great. What sort of story would you like to hear today?’

‘None. I just thought you might like to chat again.’

‘That’s sweet but these calls are expensive.’

‘No problem. I have the money and the time.’

‘How about you give me your number and I’ll call you at home?’

And that’s how it all began. I’d started my own business about six months ago. Guys would ring in, I’d ask them what type of sex story they wished to hear, they’d chose and I’d read it to them. Some companies had recorded audio tapes but I preferred to read them live and my customers like it that way too. Business was booming. I was surprised and pleased at its success.

Brad was actually my very first customer.Over the six months he was also the most regular. In between readings we’d chat. Cost him a fortune but he never complained, so I finally decided to take it one step further. He seemed like a nice guy.

I must admit as I dialled his home number I felt just a bit excited. I hadn’t had a boyfriend now for nearly two years and whenever Brad called I’d feel those stirrings, that little tingle you get when you’re keen on someone of the opposite sex.

Over the next few weeks we got to know each other quite well. I found out he was a successful lawyer and that he hadn’t had a girlfriend for quite some time as he was always busy at work. I think he’d been burnt and wasn’t eager to get into another relationship too quickly.

There were some days where we’d chat for hours. He was so easy to talk to. I told one of my girlfriends and she said I was crazy. Not good for business. While I was talking to him I allowed other clients the opportunity to meet other operators. I was losing money she said, and for what? She said he was probably getting his rocks off now for nothing, free of charge.

I was offended and hurt by her comments.

‘Nothing will ever come of it,’ she said. ‘You’re wasting your time.’

‘But he sounds so sweet and sincere,’ I said.

‘He’s probably old, bald and a pervert. Stop calling him.’

In the end I stopped calling her.

Brad and I advanced to a new level fairly quickly. He asked me intimate questions and I didn’t even hesitate to answer. Neither did he. Pretty soon there wasn’t much we didn’t know about one another.

When he asked me what I looked like, I hesitated. I didn’t want to turn him off so I lied. Said I was five feet nine inches tall, blonde with perky breasts and a slim figure. Said I looked fabulous in a micro-mini and sometimes did a bit of modelling on the side.

I knew he was impressed.

He sounded absolutely gorgeous. Said he was dark with short hair, blue eyes, a dimple in each cheek and just over six feet tall. He worked out at the gym four nights a week and was a conservative dresser.

He was a lawyer with a big firm in the city. Said that was why he could afford all the phone charges. He had a great personality and I found myself totally relaxed and open with him but when he suggested that we meet I panicked.

‘No! I don’t think that’s a good idea,’ I blurted out.

‘Why not? I’m dying to see you face to face,’ he said.

I gulped. I wanted to meet him too but I’d lied so dramatically about my looks that I just wasn’t game. I was five foot nine and blond but that was all that was true. Instead of perky breasts I had huge melons which were so big that if I wasn’t wearing a bra they’d hang down to my waist. I’d never worn a mini skirt in my life … they didn’t make them that big and I wouldn’t have worn them even if they did. I was large all over.

I was happy though. I didn’t care about my size and was comfortable with myself but I always got those stares and comments from other women, as though being me was unacceptable. Over the years I got used to them, heard them all, but now that Brad wanted to meet me, well, I didn’t want to disappoint him.

‘Look,’ I said, ‘I haven’t been quite honest with you.’

‘What? You’re not married are you?’

‘No.’

Boyfriend?’

‘No.’

‘Lover?’

‘No,’ I said sighing.

‘Well, what then?’

‘I’m not as good-looking as I led you to believe,’ I said quietly.

‘I don’t care about your looks. We get on famously. I’m not one of those shallow types. Believe me I won’t judge you by your appearance.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Look Carmen. You’re being ridiculous. After all this time I thought you’d be able to trust me enough to believe that?’

‘I do, but I just don’t want to disappoint you.’ I said softly.

‘You won’t. Trust me, I’m a lawyer, remember. Er, strike that last sentence,’ he laughed.

‘You’re sure?’

‘Just give me your address and I’ll take you out tomorrow night and give you a night you’ll never forget.’

So I did. I gave him my address and for the first time my phone number too. He said he’d call me with the details tomorrow. When I hung up I noticed my hands were shaking. I really liked Brad. I liked him a lot. I decided to ring another friend, Mary, and confide in her.

‘Are you nuts?’ she screamed down the phone line. ‘You’re not going are you?’

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I am.’

‘Did you tell him about your weight problem?’

‘I don’t have a problem with my weight. It’s the rest of you that do,’ I said, slamming the receiver down on the cradle.

I was fuming. Who the fuck did she think she was.

The next morning Brad called.

‘I’ve got a limo booked and I’ll pick you up for dinner at the Ritz at seven thirty.’

My God, I thought. The Ritz. He must be loaded.

‘Really?’ I said. ‘I’m impressed.’

‘And so you should be,’ he laughed.

‘I’ll see you then,’ I said, hoping I was doing the right thing.

‘I can hardly wait,’ he replied.

I was nervous. I took more care with my personal appearance than I’ve ever done. Pampering myself with a pedicure, manicure and facial. After showering I moisturized my whole body, dabbed myself with perfume and dusted my skin with a lightly scented talc.

I chose red underwear, a silky black pants suit with a sexy see-through camisole.

As I was dressing I had a critical look at myself. I thought I had a fantastic body and wouldn’t change it for the world. I loved my tits with their darkened areolas that surrounded and drew attention to my gorgeous nipples. I loved to caress my own breasts, loved the weight of them, they way they swayed when I walked, loved the way guys would bury themselves in them. It always turned me on, made me feel very sexy.

I had great hips and a nice rounded stomach. I always thought I would have loved to have been a model for a sculptor or a painter, someone artistic who would appreciate my beauty. My thighs were curvaceous and when I put my hand there the heat emitting from them was amazing.

I had a little Mohawk of pubic hair and the rest of me was hair free, waxed to perfection. All guys loved that.

I turned to look in the mirror.

‘Great arse,’ I giggled.

Guys loved to grab handfuls of my flesh, love to squeeze and jiggle it. They also love to bury their faces between my thighs. Just thinking about it had me wet with desire.

Glancing over at the clock I saw that I had one hour to go. I inched on my underwear, slipped into my outfit and pulled up my hair, pilling it high on my head but leaving soft wispy stands to frame my face. I used only a small amount of make-up and a thick smear of red lipstick, the exact shade of my underwear, on my pouting lips. As I lay down my brush the doorbell pealed throughout my home.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Taking a deep breath I wrenched open the front door. Brad was everything he said he’d be. Tall, dark and handsome, oh so handsome. He had a big bouquet of red roses cradled in his arms and even though he had a smile on his mouth it didn’t reach to his eyes.

He was disappointed. I knew it.

‘Hi,’ I said shyly.

‘Great to finally meet you,’ he said, thrusting the flowers into my arms.

He followed me in while I put them in a vase. I wanted to hide the tears that were smarting my eyes and threatening to spill down my cheeks.

Composing myself I turned to him, ‘Ready?’

He took my hand and I gasped when I saw he really had arrived in a limo. He helped me in and we sat in silence while he opened a chilled bottle of champagne. We both drank quickly and by the time we arrived at the restaurant we were feeling more relaxed, well I knew I was, that was for sure.

Sitting down in the chair that Brad had pulled out for me, I saw some of the other diners staring at us. Brad did too. I noticed the look of confusion on his face.

‘Don’t worry,’ I said. ‘I’m used to it.’

‘To what?’

‘People staring at me because of my weight,’ I whispered.

‘You’re kidding. I thought they were looking at me, at how handsome I am,’ he joked.

‘Yes, well that too,’ I laughed.

‘Let’s drink to a great friendship and a wonderful dinner,’ he said, raising his glass.

I sipped slowly wishing he’d toasted to a night of wild and unadulterated sex.

The evening went brilliantly. The fact that the other diners kept staring seemed to be to my advantage. Brad became very flirtatious. As though making an effort to silence their stares. Me, I loved it. We ended up having a fantastic night. We got on famously and on the way home I asked him in for coffee.

‘That would be great,’ he said.

Filling the kettle up with water, Brad moved in behind me. He kissed the back of my neck. I was so surprised I nearly dropped the kettle.

‘You don’t have to do that,’ I said, feeling as though he was only going through the motions.

‘I know,’ he said, taking the kettle to place it on the sink so he could grab me and turn me around into his arms.

He lifted my chin, lowering his head to kiss me. I looked deeply into his eyes, saw them crinkle mischievously and then he was all over me. His tongue deep into my mouth and his hands roaming all over my body.

I pushed my pelvis into him, pleased to feel he had half an erection and even more pleased when I heard a low murmuring deep in his throat. His hands grabbed at my arse, then up my back, before one slipped up my camisole and over my breast.

‘Oh God,’ he whispered, his mouth on my neck and working its way down. ‘Where’s the bedroom?’

I dragged him back with me, stumbling as we began to tear each other’s clothes off. We fell onto the bed, both shirts gone and he landed between my open thighs staring down at me. He pulled the camisole off and his eyes devoured my breasts. He lunged for them, like most men do, burying his face into the cleavage. His hands slipped beneath me, his fingers unhooking my bra. He peeled it down my arms and threw it on to the floor.

‘They’re magnificent,’ he said, smiling. ‘Absolutely magnificent.’

He crushed each of them, pushing them together, nibbling at my erect nipples before sucking one gently into his mouth. I held his head with both hands, barely able to believe this was happening.

He stood, dropped his trousers and his jocks together. He kicked off his shoes, staggering as he pulled off his socks. I giggled when he flung off his trousers and stood naked before me. He had the most enormous cock I’ve ever seen. Not only was it long but it was thick. Real thick. The knob was bobbing up and down, precome already oozing from the slit.

He smiled at me when I finally managed to tear my eyes away from it and then he was tugging my pants and panties down together over my shoes. I lay there naked before him wearing only my stilettos, quivering in anticipation.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said, ‘just beautiful.’

I blushed, pleased and feeling as horny as hell. It had been a long time.

‘Open your legs,’ he commanded.

I did.

‘I can see your pussy lips glistening with your juices,’ he whispered, as he lowered his head towards me.

‘My shoes,’ I muttered.

‘Leave them,’ he insisted. ‘They heighten my desire.’

‘Oh,’ I whimpered, unable to hide my own lustful feelings.

Lying between my open thighs he opened up my outer lips. ‘You smell beautiful too,’ he said, diving down to lick at them.

Within moments he was munching madly, licking long and hard, then nibbling delicately on my clit. I lifted my feet, placing my shoes on the bed so my knees were bent high before I dropped my legs wider open. He nuzzled in further, his fingers exploring me and I came quickly but quietly not wanting to do anything to break the spell of this amazing encounter.

He looked up over my mound, grabbing my arse, my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I ground my pussy up into his face, loving it but wanting more. I wanted his cock deep inside me and I didn’t think I could wait another moment.

Pulling his head up towards me he climbed up my body, his wet mouth leaving tracks where he’d been until he reached my mouth. I dragged him to me, tasting myself on his lips, licking his cheeks, his face before I thrust my tongue deep in his mouth as he thrust his magnificent cock deep into my pussy.

I was so wet he slid in, full to the hilt, my clit rubbing up against his pubic hair as he ground into me. He lunged for my breasts squeezing them while fucking me ferociously. I began screaming, unable to control myself as he fucked me harder and harder.

Wrapping my thighs around his back I kicked the heel of my stilettos into his arse cheeks. This spurred him on further until I was coming like never before, my breasts arching towards him where he attacked a nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth and as I came he bit down on it, pulling it away from me so I grabbed his head and held him close as my sweet juices gushed out of me and over my bed.

He laughed, ‘You fucking horny bitch. Here, roll over on top of me.’

In one swift movement I was impaled upon his mighty cock. I placed my hands on the wall and lifted myself, looking down between our bodies as his cock; glistening wet as it eased its way out. Then I slammed myself back down, over and over, riding him harder than I’ve ever ridden a cock before.

I just couldn’t get enough. I came over and over, with him pulling, crushing and devouring my tits. Nothing was enough. My juices spilled out of me, all over him and still he fucked me until I thought I’d pass out. With my legs quivering I disengaged myself and flew down to his cock.

Barely able to circle his shaft with my fist, I lowered my head to lick at his shiny knob. The veins were straining under the tightness of his skin. I ran my tongue over them feeling them pulse beneath it. I looked up at him, desire and lust all over his face. Opening my mouth wide I sucked him in, my fingers playing with his hairy balls before slipping further to tantalize his puckered hole.

‘Oh man, that’s fantastic,’ he said.

‘Hmm,’ I mumbled, my mouth full of cock.

His hand stroked my hair, ‘That’s great. You’ll never know how great but I want your pussy up here. I wanted to lick you while you’re sucking me.’

Manoeuvringmyself around, I lowered my pussy over him while still sucking his cock. He grabbed my hips, dragged me down, smothering himself into my hairless flaps. I sucked harder as his tongue found my clit and within minutes we were both coming, neither able to stop.

I rolled from him, collapsing beside him. He turned around and gathered me into his arms. Smiling at him, I ran my finger down the side of his face.

‘I suppose you’ll be leaving now,’ I said.

‘Not on your life,’ he said. ‘I’m never leaving. I’ve never desired anyone so much in my life.’

‘But I thought …’ I trailed off.

He silenced me by kissing me, both of us tasting ourselves on the other’s mouth.

‘Now that I’ve found you I’m never letting you out of my sight,’ he said, holding me tightly.

We’ve expanded our business now. I do phone sex too. I take calls but now when I’m talking dirty he’s in bed with me, and when I’m telling some guy on the phone what I’d love to do to him, I’m actually doing it to Brad. And he does the same for me. We have great sex, better than you could possibly imagine and we’re getting paid while we do it.

What a life and thank God for phones.