To earn college tuition, she agreed to work for a phone sex service. Her friend provided help… and a hot tongue to inspire her.
It was a major bummer when Daddy’s business went belly-up. I mean, there I was just starting college. The first year’s tuition was paid for and all, but what was I going to do after that? Well, I right away started looking into loans and grants, scholarships…and jobs.
My friends all had advice. “Be a waitress. If you work in the right place, you’ll get great tips.” “Don’t be a waitress. It’s too exhausting. You’ll never be able to keep up with your studies.” Everyone had something to say, and a lot of times what one person said directly contradicted what the last person had said.
Then my friend Bonnie took me aside. She’s 19, a junior already, and has her own place off-campus. “Look, I wouldn’t want everyone to know this, but I have this job that…well, it’s not the kind of thing you tell your parents about, and you wouldn’t want to do it in the dorm. Still, if you want in on it, I’ll let you use my place. Anyhow, the money’s good….” She hesitated.
I could feel my eyes go wide. “You’re not…you’re not…?”
She knew what I was thinking—that she was messing around with guys for money. She shook her head, and her red-blonde curls went flying. “No…they never get to touch my body,” she said emphatically. I was more puzzled than ever, till she finally explained: “I’m working for a phone sex service.”
“A what?” I’m afraid I sounded as shocked as I felt.
Well, to make a long story short, she convinced me that I’d never make as much money for as little work doing anything else, that nobody else had to know besides her and the people who run the service, and that she’d show me how it was done. “All you have to do is talk hot to a guy on the phone till he spurts. You can tell him what you want to do to him, or you can talk like you’re actually doing it and describe what you’re doing to him in lots of hot detail…anything’s okay, as long as it’s hot and gets him off. You’ll probably want to frig yourself while you’re talking to him, to get yourself in the right mood.
“You can listen to me do a call.”
I went to Bonnie’s apartment with her. Pretty soon she was on the phone with one of these guys. “Yesss…I love to take it up my hiney-hole,” she purred to the guy on the phone. As she talked, she pulled her pants and panties down, till her dark-blonde bush was exposed. “My little butt-hole is twitching for you right now. Put it in me. Fuck my little butt!”
Bonnie started fingering her clitty, just like I wasn’t there watching her, and I didn’t know whether to look at her or look away. I mean, I’d never seen another girl masturbate before, or even talked about it with my friends. It’s such an intimate, personal act. But she had brought me over so I could see how this business was done. Apparently she didn’t mind my watching as well as listening.
And besides, I was fascinated…and, I had to admit to myself, a little turned on, too. In fact, the more I watched her, the more turned on I got. Her pussy-honey was seeping down now. I could see her labes and all of her slit slowly grow moist and shiny. Her finger slid across the length of her slit, teasing her labes and tweaking her clitty-button.
I started to get so hot, I really wanted to frig my own clit. But I couldn’t…not with Bonnie right there! So I squeezed my thighs together when my clitty started throbbing. But that only made it throb even harder. Every time she looked away from me, I gave my pussy a quick pet through my clothes.
Now Bonnie had her finger at her butt. She was still talking to the guy on the phone about ass-fucking, and she slid her finger, which was drenched with her pussy-juices, up to her bunghole. I got up and moved around the room to where I could see her finger squirm into her bung. I felt totally depraved as I watched my friend slide three fingers in and out of her asshole as she talked on the phone to the horny guy at the other end.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” she said to him.
“Yes, I can feel that big, thick tool of yours sliding up my asshole. Can you feel how tight my asshole feels around your cock? Can you feel me squeezing my asshole around you and gripping that big thing when it slides in and out? Do you like the way my hot ass feels? Is it hot enough and sweet enough and tight enough for you? Now drive that big ol’ thing all the way deep inside me.”
Her three fingers were ramming in and out of her ass, and my own clit was throbbing so hard that I couldn’t help rubbing it some more, right through my pants. After all, I was behind Bonnie—she couldn’t see what I was doing. I didn’t dare get undressed, but I could certainly press against the mound of my pussy and rub a little…and a little more…and just a little more.
My hips began to pump back and forth as the fire engulfed me. Listening to Bonnie on the phone wasn’t helping, either. “Yes, do it faster!” she said breathlessly. “I’m so hot! I need it. I want to feel every inch crammed up inside me. Do me faster. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now! I need all your meat buried up inside me!”
She wasn’t bullshitting about being hot, either. Her rump was pumping urgently back and forth, and her three fingers were driving deep into her asshole. I watched her slim body wriggling as she lay there, and I got so hot that I slipped my hand down inside my pants and began frigging my clitty-button desperately. Soon my body, lying down behind hers, was moving back and forth in the same frantic rhythms.
“You’re getting ready to spurt. I can feel it!” she was breathlessly cooing to the guy on the other end of the phone. “I want it. Spray my insides. Spurt my asswalls white. Let me feel your cock splat your cum all over my asswalls.”
Then the guy apparently asked her a question. She was silent for a few seconds, listening, then breathlessly assured him, “Yes. I really am doing myself while we’re talking. Yes, of course you’re making me hot too. I have three fingers stuffed up my asshole. In my mind, they’re your cock. I wish it really were your cock. But I can pretend as well as you can. I’m fingering myself, real hard and fast, with three fingers, and I’m almost ready to come. I want to come with you.
“I can feel you up inside me. I can feel your big cock. Oh, it’s getting ready to spray, isn’t it? Don’t hold back, honey. Don’t deprive me. I’m ready to come, but I want to come with you.” She pulled her fingers out of her rump-hole and reached around front to frig her clit-bud. Now I couldn’t see her fingers anymore, but I could see how tightly her butt-cheeks were clenched, and I watched her body heave desperately back and forth. The breathlessness in her voice wasn’t fake.
“Yes. Now! Now! I’m ready! Come with me! Do it! Give it to me! I want to feel your stuff spurt high up in my rear end. Do me! Spray me! Do it! Ahhhh, honey, yes! Yes! Oh, do it! Yes! Oh, so good! So good. I’m coming right with you. Ohhhhhh!”
Her body was shivering and quaking in the throes of a massive climax. Watching her, I was incredibly turned on. But her call was over. She’d be turning over to face me any second. Guiltily I pulled my hand out of my pants and licked the heavily scented pussy-honey off my fingers before she could smell the evidence of what I’d been doing.
Just as I’d licked the last drop of my essence off my fingers, Bonnie rolled over and stretched contentedly in the throes of post-orgasmic delight. She’d hung up the phone and was very pleased with herself.
“H-how could you tell he was close to coming?” I asked in a very shaky voice. Excitement and need were still racing through me.
“His voice. His breathing. You can usually tell if you listen. Got the hang of it? You take the next call.”
Me? I wasn’t ready yet! But Bonnie was insistent. And the next call was only a few minutes later. Bonnie said to me, “It helps if you really do frig yourself while you’re doing the call. Not just ’cause the guys expect it, but it really does make you hotter. It helps you get into the scene better.”
But I couldn’t pull my pants down and frig myself in front of Bonnie! I started the call sounding very wooden. I was inhibited, and I couldn’t relax enough to get into the scene with the guy. I certainly couldn’t frig my clit…even though I was waaaay hot from what I’d seen and heard when Bonnie did the last call.
Finally Bonnie took over. While I was talking on the phone and helpless to stop her, she took matters into her own hands…and pulled my pants down. Then she put her hand on my pussy! In another second she had connected with my clit! The guy at the other end had just said, “Can you feel my big cock sliding up inside your pussy?” when Bonnie touched her fingertip to my clit and began wiggling it.
I jumped and said, “Oooooh!” Then, “Mmmmm.”
The guy thought I was reacting to what he was saying. “Feels good, hmmm?” he purred. “You like my thick cock up inside you.”
“So hot!” I said breathlessly, though what was making me hot was Bonnie’s tongue. She was licking my pussy! I really started to get into the hot call now. Bonnie’s tongue rasping across the point of my clit made it easier to get into the fantasy scene with the guy at the other end of the phone.
“Thrust it in as deep as you can!” I urged him, while I thrust my hips toward Bonnie’s face and smeared my juices across her nose and mouth and cheeks and even her forehead a little. “Drive that fat fucker in and out of me. Get me hotter. I want to get off! I’m so hot I can’t stand it. You’re making me so hot. So hot! I’m burning up inside. I gotta get off! I need to come so badly. Make me come! Get me off!” I was talking to him and to Bonnie simultaneously.
“You love feeling that thick meat inside you, don’t you?” the guy at the other end of the phone growled. “Gonna give it to you. Gonna get off any minute now. You ready for a big load?” He was breathless, excited, talking in choppy bursts. I could hear what Bonnie had meant about being able to tell when they were about to come. “You want it? You want my load?”
My body was almost a blur, moving back and forth as I strained to come. “Yes! Yes! Spray me!” I said. “Hose me down and get me off. I need it! I need it! I need it so bad. I’ll come when I feel you come!” I was really getting the hang of this now.
Bonnie was right there with me, her tongue eagerly licking across my swollen clit and scarfing up my flowing pussy-honey. I reached out with my free hand, clasped the back of her head, and drew her face tight against my throbbing vee. My whole pussy was pulsating. It was going to be a big one.
Just then the guy on the other end groaned.
“Yes! Yes! Squirt me! Spray me! Fill me!” I gasped. Bonnie drilled her tongue right on my clit-tip, zeroing in on my pleasure zone, and I exploded, gasping into the phone, “I’m coming! I’m coming with you! I’m—I’m—ohmigod—” and then I screeched some unintelligible syllables.
The fellow at the other end muttered a quick, “Thanks,” and hung up abruptly. I hung up too, feeling Bonnie’s tongue slow down as I began to ease back down from the crest I’d reached.
“And you mean we get paid for doing this?” I gasped to Bonnie as I looked at her juice-drenched face. She had pulled away from my satisfied pussy.
She grinned. “I’ll take the next call. You do me while I talk.”
Was I ready to do that? Why not? I’d come a long way already today.
I still haven’t told my folks how I’m earning the money for college. But I’ve earned a considerable portion of next year’s tuition already. And I’m almost happy that my dad’s business failed. If you know what I mean.