The butterflies in my stomach were pretty intense. It’s funny that I’m nervous, that I’m a little scared and intimidated. These man are calling me, they are calling and paying me to talk to them on the phone, to have phone sex with them for whatever reason but for some reason I’m scared that they wont like me, that I wont do a good job.

So, first call was a bust…. they sent it to the wrong girl and he knew from the sound of my voice that I was not the girl that he wanted to talk to. He was a regular and spoke to this woman a lot I guess. Oh well, honestly I was so relieved, but sadly I am not paid by the hour with this job so I can’t keep getting too happy when the phone doesn’t ring.

Okay, so the phone rings. The Dispatcher tells me what the guys name is and who he wants to talk to (what “character” I am going to play for this phone call), she sends me a link to so I can look up my character online and see the bio on the companies website.

So she transfers me over.

“Hey John”

For the purpose of this blog I’m just gonna stick with John for all of my callers.

“Hey! Wait, before we start…. your okay with incest right?!!?!”

Honestly, I was SO relieved. Incest, I thought, That’ nothing! “Oh, I LOVE Incest,” I told him so we started with the call. Now, I was so scared of the anythings that people could want to call about that incest seemed great to me! If that was what he needed to make sure of, needed to warn me about than that was the worst this call was going to get and I can handle a little incest role-play! I was thinking we would be brother and sister….. or maybe he would be my Daddy. I forgot about the age range that the related characters could be with each other.

He didn’t even want to role-play that he and I were related, he asked me if I had kids. That character is a Mom, “Yes, I have 2 kids.” The girls bio online didn’t say how old her kids were so when he asked me there ages I made them as old as I could considering my age. Regardless I made them teenagers. I thought that would be better at least. He strongly veered the conversation to my memories of when they were young and how I would touch them and get my children to touch me, starting at the age of 4 year old.

It felt kind of like how you feel on stage…. or like in a job interview…. you just do it. I just blanked out, chain smoked, and did my job. Filthy improve. But filthy is not even a word to describe it, I think if smut, filth, dirty, all of those things, I think of them in a positive light. I LOVE filthy. This was…. disgusting. The things I said were disgusting. At a certain point during the call I felt like I just shut off and let my mouth go and just responded to him and played this game with him, had this ‘sex’ with him I guess.

I don’t think I can really describe how I felt hanging up the phone. I took one deep breath out and started to cry. I think I was mostly crying out of confusion…. I was stupid not to expect this topic… but I really didn’t.

I didn’t know what to think about what just happened, or if I wanted to think about it. Is this a deal breaker for me? All of the questions I would have to ask myself to know whether this is a deal breaker for me or not and if I have to stop doing this job are questions that I can’t really handle thinking about right now. I know that if anyone heard what I had said… I don’t think I could look at them in the eye anymore. I guess we’ll see how many of these types of calls I get.

John had an amazing time. I know I did a really good job. That kind of makes me feel worse about it. This pedophile phone sex call. Phone sex is a type of sex, yes I’m paid for it and it is not sex I am wanting to have, but it is a kind of sex I am having in a way I guess. So, that is what I just engaged in, and did a good job of it apparently. At the end of that call, after he came, he just kept on saying, “I love you, I love you, I love you. I wish I had a girlfriend like you. I can’t wait to call you again.”

I don’t feel too nervous for my next call. I think I got the worst out of the way.

“They love it don’t they?” He says referring to ‘my children.’

“Mmmm, they do…”

“Tell me about what you would do to them, while your boyfriend watched? Tell me what would make his cock nice and hard for him to stroke while he watched you teach your kids what dirty sluts they were? Those little sluts… little four year old penis!”

“I would lie them down together on the floor. Tell them not to move. I would stand in front of them and take all of my clothes off while I made them stay very still and watched. Then one by one I would go on top of them, starting up by their necks, kissing them. Working my way down their bodies, kissing them and tickling them. Sucking on there soft little skin while they anticipate what Mommy is going to do to them. I would work my way down in between my sons legs, breathing heavily on his teeny tiny little cock…. makes my pussy dripping wet to think about it. And I would kiss it and suck on his little tiny cock. I can fit all of him in my mouth. Rolling around his baby cock and balls in my mouth.”

John asked to switch, for me to offer up my imaginary children for him to fuck, for him to tell me how far he could get his big hard cock inside this little boys ass, or how hard he was fucking my daughter’s tight 5 year old pussy.  He got me to prep and lube up my son’s asshole for him, to describe how I was going to flip him over on his stomach and eat his ass for John to watch, how I was going to finger his little asshole to warm him up. He got so close and we talked about how he wanted to cum all over their faces while I pissed on them. While I faked moans and we exchanged comments like, “They love this, don’t they,” “We have to be sweet and gentle with them, work them in good first.”

He ordered 30 minutes with me when all was said and done. We had about 2 minutes left after he came to have a little chat.

“Thank you so much, that was amazing. You are one filthy hot woman, I can’t wait to call you again.”

I want to say, “okay time out, this is some horrible horrible kink you have, and you would never actually do this right??!?!”

All I could say was thank you and hang up.