Phone Phuck Part 1
I 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.
I went through their prompts until I got to the one that asked me what type of girl I wanted. I waited and waited and finally in said “Pigtails and Pleasure”. I hit the key and sat back in the chair, the phone in the crook of my neck and my hand slowly rubbing my dick, not quite jerking off, but within an easy step of doing such if I felt so inclined.
“Hello, this is Stephanie; I hear that you need a girl with some pigtails for the evening?”
I smiled as I answered her, my cock growing harder at her little girl lost farm girl accent. “I could use a girl like the ones I knew back home.” I was from here, but fuck it, it was my fantasy.
“Really Darlin’? Where are y’all from anyway? I am from a little town that mines coal down in West Virginia.”
I was a teacher of geography at the local high school, this was too easy. “Really? I just happen to be from West Virginia myself little lady, near about Morgantown, where the college is.”
I heard her smile and relax. “Now, since you are a local boy, what can I do for you tonight darlin’?
“I get awful lonely away from home and I needed a girl to talk to. Can you help me out there Sweetheart?”
“We are gonna do lot’s more than just talk baby, you sit back and let Stephanie take care of you, ya hear?”
I heard all right.
