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Elia's POV.
'A silk nighty, nothing else,' I reply and I hear the squelching of lube being squirted out of a bottle.
Fuck sake.
This is not how I wanted to spend my Wednesday night.
'Fuck yeah, tell me about your breasts, are they big?' He groans and I look down at my perky, but definitely not big, breasts.
'They're huge baby, double D's, they're straining against my nighty,' I lie, rolling my eyes at myself.
He seems to love the response, and I hear him working away at his dick. Bile rises in my throat.
'Tell me how wet you are for me babe, are ready for my dick?' I shudder in disgust at his words.
I guarantee his dick is four inches long. And no, I'm not ready for it.
'I'm so wet for you baby, it's dripping down my thighs,' I moan out.
I know my moans are realistic, I fooled my ex for a year.
'Shove your big dick in me baby, stretch me out,' I beg as I inspect my nails, completely uninterested.
'Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum,' he groans and it sounds painful.
'Cum for me baby, fill me up,' I plead with a breathy voice.
Inside, I'm dying.
It does the trick though. He cums loudly, with a cringeworthy yell that has my stomach turning. I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
'I hope I can speak to you again, babe,' he says and I fake agree.
When he hangs up, I breathe out a sigh of relief.
My confidence now built up, I take another two calls, dragging them out to try and make as much money as possible for Meg. Luckily, neither of the callers is as creepy as the previous one, and I don't have to fight the urge to throw up on the phone.
It's ten o'clock, the time that Meg said I could sign off. I turn out the lights and say goodnight to her. She's already half asleep, bless her.
The phone begins buzzing and I curse under my breath, I forgot to turn it off.
I get under the covers in the dark and reach for it.
One more can't hurt, right?
'Hello?' I answer, getting comfortable.
'Hey, is this the sex line?' An amused voice answers and I frown.
'Yes, it is,' I reply cautiously and I hear multiple chuckles.
'Look, my friend has been single for months, he needs some help getting back out there, think you could help him out?' The guy asks.
'Yes, of course I can,' I reply, sounding more confident than I feel.
'Great, hold on a minute.'
I hear distant chatter and music, they sound like they're at a party. A minute later, I hear a more attractive voice talking with the guy on the phone.
'Are you fucking kidding me? When you said get back out there, I didn't think you meant fucking phone sex, what the hell!' I listen to the deep voice protest whilst the other one pleads with him.
'Come on mate, I'm paying for it, it's just a bit of fun, she's ready and waiting for you.'
They converse back and forth, but quieter now, I can't make out what they're saying.
'Look, go upstairs and have some privacy, it's your bedroom for God sake, you might as well christen it,' the guy coaxes him.
I hear some scuffling, perhaps it's the phone being passed over, and then the sound of footsteps.
A door opens and closes, I hear the distinctive click of a lock. The man sits down on something and then it's quiet for a moment. I can only hear his steady breathing.
'Hello?' I ask, questioning whether it was a good idea to answer this call.
'Hi. My friend called you, this wasn't my idea,' his deep voice reaches my ears and I smile.
He has the nicest voice I've heard all night, it's smooth and sexy.
'That's okay, do you want to talk to me?' I reply and it's silent for a moment.
'What about?' He asks and I can hear that he's nervous.
'Whatever you want baby, you could tell me about your day if you want,' I respond, 'or you could stroke your cock for me.'
I hear him curse under his breath.
'I've never done this before,' he admits quietly and I can sense his embarrassment.
I feel like he's the kind of man who is usually confident in himself. I bet he hates this vulnerability.
Me too, mate.
He sounds older than twenty, maybe thirty?
'Wanna know a secret?' I reply, carrying on before he can say anything, 'I'm filling in for a friend tonight, I've not done this sex line thing before either, this is all new to me, too. But I like the sound of your voice, it's sexy as hell.'
For the first time tonight, I feel like I'm not lying to a caller.
He inhales sharply at my words.
'Fuck, for someone who is new at this, you're sound pretty good,' he replies and I smile.
'Thank you,' I pause and wonder where to take the conversation next, 'I'm Leah by the way, what's your name?'
He goes quiet again and I bet he's trying to think of a fake name. 'Alex.'
I narrow my eyes in the darkness, that's not his real name.
'Okay Alex, how was your day?'
'Stressful, that's why my friends suggested drinks at my house tonight.'
'Ah okay, I thought I could hear a party.'
'Believe it or not, there's only three of them,' he replies and I chuckle. 'I bought this house a month ago.'
'And you haven't christened the bedroom, yet?' I ask teasingly, referring to his friend's comment earlier.
'No...I haven't,' he says slowly, 'I haven't been with a woman in a while, I've been distracted.'
'Distracted by what?' I ask, realising that I'm not even struggling to maintain conversation, it flows easily with him.
'Work, life, I've had other priorities,' he says simply and I can sense the tension in him. I decide to help him relieve some of that tension.
'What's your priority right now?' I ask coyly.
He's silent for a beat.
'You,' he answers, 'you've got a lovely voice.'
My cheeks flush at his compliment and I roll my eyes, feeling stupid.
'Thank you, I've already told you how much I love yours, it's turning me on.'
I bite down hard on my lip, anxious as to how he'll reply.
'Fuck, don't say stuff like that,' he says, his voice tight.
I know he wants to keep this conversation PG, but I'm not having it. I don't know why, but I want to hear him cum.
I've had to listen to guys jerk off all night and they were all grim. I want to hear him, as a treat to myself.
You know when you can just tell from someone's voice, that they're attractive? Well, I would bet my life on this man being attractive.
'Stuff like what?' I play coy, 'that your voice makes me wet? That I want to hear you cum for me?'
He curses again and I grin. I love having this effect on him, I feel powerful and sexy.
'Shit, you're making me hard,' he confesses quietly and my grin widens. I resist the urge to fist pump the air.
Fuck yeah, I am!
'Good, I want you to stroke yourself for me baby, can you do that for me?' I ask him softly and he groans.
'Fuck,' he mutters and I hear the rasp of his zipper coming down. There's the shuffling of fabric, I assume as he pulls down his trousers and, hopefully, his boxers.
'Are you stroking your big cock for me?' I ask breathily and bite down hard on my bottom lip.
Where has this inner hoe come from?
Fuck, I'm turned on and equally, so embarrassed right now. No doubt tomorrow I will regret every word.
'Yes,' he grunts.
'How big are you?' I ask, knowing he'll probably lie, but I feel like this guy has big dick energy.
'About six and half inches,' he replies and I moan for him.
'Perfect, that's the size of my dildo,' I tell him honestly and I hear his breathing falter.
'Fucking hell,' he mutters, 'you're so sexy.'
I find myself smiling like an idiot again, loving his compliments.
'Imagine it's my lips around your cock, sucking you into my mouth whilst I run my tongue around the head.'
He groans in response and I feel a rush of power flow through me. I'm making him feel like this!
'Are you wet for me, baby?' He asks, taking me by surprise.
I like the fact he is returning the nickname, he's getting his confidence back.
Embarrassingly, I'm soaking.
'I'm soaking,' I admit, 'I have been since I first heard your voice.'
'Fuck, really?'
'Really. You're turning me on so much,' I confess and he chuckles.
'Good,' he answers, 'I want you to touch yourself for me.'
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