Phone Phuck Part 1
Sunday, April 2nd, 2006I am not a pervert. I like to come home like every other single guy and relax. Sit back, grab a beer out of the fridge and sit down and watch a little TV before I go about my night and do what must be done before the next day.
I must have fallen asleep last night because when I woke up all that filled the screen were the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen. They were swollen to the point of explosion and they were barely contained inside of a practically see-through negligee.
The woman these mammoth breasts were on seemed to be a little young to be flashing them on the television. She was maybe five feet tall, her long blonde hair done in pigtails that ran down her sides, she was tan and she showed no hints of having to go to a salon to fill in those pesky lines that showed up on normal girls.
I saw the phone number then and smiled, of course she worked for a phone sex company, girls like that did not simply walk up and down the streets for real men to find and take advantage of over and over again.
I felt really horny, the tits already shoving my cock into the khaki of my pants I had never taken off from work that afternoon. I shrugged and reached for the phone at my side and zipped my pants down to ease the suffering of my cock. As I zipped the pants down, I pulled my boxers down at the same time and out popped my cock, sweating a little hard as a piece of iron.
I dialed the 900 number that was on the bottom of the screen and quickly entered all the numbers they needed me to enter. I was a single guy who was left a house and a car by his parents when they died, I didn’t have to pay for much and I made a pretty decent living.