I’ve done a couple thousand calls… I’ve had my share of wild fetish calls, the strange, the weird, the bizarre. I’ve talked to everyone from the jobless, the homeless (what would we do without payphones?), the normal, the kinky, the rich, the filthy rich, and even celebrities. As you all may know, phone sex is not as simple as just answering a phone and just moaning. If that was all there was to it, then I wouldn’t be where I am today. All successful phone sex operators have funny stories to tell, if they don’t - then they haven’t been doing this job long enough. All of us have heard, said, or had something happen so incredibly ridiculous on the phone that we just have to laugh. If any of these things apply to YOU then please don’t take it as me picking on you - I just find you one of a kind.
~The Pizza Guy
I was doing a phone sex call and the pizza guy knocked on the door. I had forgotten to log out earlier. Imagine what it was like for the pizza guy to see me semi-naked trying to cover myself, while doing phone sex, while fumbling through my purse looking for my drivers license, while putting my finger to my lips trying to tell the pizza guy not to say a word. I don’t remember verbatim what was said - but I’ll never forget the look of the pizza guy’s face - when we’re talking about dildos, pantyhose, and sticking things in your butt. I tipped him well.
~The Paperboy
It was between 4 and 5 am and the delivery boy was dropping papers and usually no one is roaming the apartment complex at that time so I had my windows open to my bedroom. I was watching a porno where a boy was leaned over another man’s lap getting a hard spanking. The paper boy peaks in and sees me watching this, with a blanket over my legs, a phone to my ear, and my hand moving under the blanket. I hear him toss the paper. I look up. See this kid with braces smiling at me. Good God.
~The Police
One time I heard my neighbors upstairs fighting. Like really bad. A woman was getting slapped and hit and thrown down and a kid was screaming bloody murder. I thought he was killing her. I was in the middle of a phone sex call and told my caller what was going on and he was very understanding and I ended up calling the police on my cell phone DURING my cum call. Imagine stopping a session of cumming to call the police.
~My sister
On at least 5 occasions, my sister has walked in on me masturbating. I mean, she HEARS my phone sex calls all the time - sometimes she even joins in… but when she catches me masturbating - it is really embarrassing. On one occasion, she walked in my apartment (she has a key) she walks in my bedroom and I am watching a porno with woman getting spanked tied to a pole by a female mistress and I am propped up on pillows with my pussy staring at the opening of my bedroom and a dildo in my pussy. She fucking walks in. Stares at me masturbating. Says “Not again.” and walks out.
~The cat
I smelled something burning. Stupid cat from about a year ago put it’s tail through one of my candles and he was meowing loud and started a fire at the foot of the bed. I was just telling my caller to stick a cucumber in his ass and take a bite and when I saw the fire I was trying my best to keep doing phone sex AND put the fire out with one of my bras that was laying on the floor. I was putting the fire out with a BRA. I looked like a total scared kid hitting a roach or something. And yet I was still keeping my rhythm on the phone, didn’t miss a beat. It’s not like you can just interrupt a caller to say that you have a fire. He asked me what that noise was (he could hear the bra hitting the carpet where I was trying to put it out) and I told him I was spanking my pussy with a toy. Good cover up. He just kept fucking his ass.
~The crayon fetish
My sister gets a kick out of my calls. One of my favorite things to do is try to shock her with things I say on the phone while during the call. Nothing amuses me more than watching her stop drawing to look up at me with complete shock. One time I was doing a call with my regular wax fetish guy who likes it when I take crayola crayons (they HAVE to be crayola) and melt them in a pot and pour it on my breasts and let it cool by standing in front of the freezer then I take the mold off my tits and then I masturbate squatting on the floor with the breast bowls on the floor and I am supposed to cum in them. Cost of crayons $5. Cost of call $30. Look on my sister’s face. Priceless.
~The horse fetish
He said he wanted a rape call. Ok no problem. I’m thinking force, aggressiveness, cruelty. I’m getting into it. Then he says… “Come out to the barn with me.” And I’m like ok, I can be raped in a barn. And then he points to the twelve horses in the stalls. Tells me I have been a bad bad girl. I can assure you that wincing while saying “Oh please get the horse off of me” was very easy to say.
~The wrong number
Even guys make mistakes. Sometimes men call me by ordering online where they type their number and the phone rings both of us back. One time a guy put in the wrong number. It was 3 am. The phone rings me. The phone rings the guy. An older man like 70 years old picks up the phone. I say “Hi this is Isabella” and he says “Uh who?” and I’m thinking maybe he couldn’t hear me so I said “It’s me Isabella and I am soooo horny” and he goes “Oh yeah?” and I said yes and told him I was naked and wanted him sooo bad and he says to me “Um why are you calling me? Who are you?” and I tell him that he called me first and asked if he wanted to fuck. At the SAME time, I saw a message on the computer from the real caller telling me he fudged up and was warning me not to answer my phone. So I immediately felt embarrassed and apologized to the old man before I gave him a heart attack.
~The hotel
Along the same lines. Sometimes people order a call online from a hotel room and it rings the main desk instead of their rooms. One particular time I actually got the consierge/bell boy/clerk desk guy and was describing how horny and wet I was and that I had been touching myself for the past half hour waiting to talk to him and he goes … “Um, which room do you want?”
~The food fetish
Shampoo some mayonnaise in my hair. Ketchup in my pussy. Pickle relish in my ass. Eggs in my shoes. Salsa on my tits. Pudding all over my body. Now cum. Cum again. Again. Now slap your face with a cream pie. Now cum again. Yes Sir.
~The insect fetish
Interestingly enough, I really understood this fetish. I had read about it. The guy takes a jar with a bee in it. Opens the jar long enough to put the opening on the bottom of his cock. The bee stings his cock. The caller lets out a horrid gasp. Then within a minute, he experiences the most amazing pleasure of his life while the poison of the bee spreads through his cock.
~The belly guy
We’re having a normal call. He’s fucking my pussy. He’s kissing me. He’s making me cum. He fucks my ass. Licks me. Pleasures me. I cum some more. Perfectly normal. Nothing crazy. Then he says “Come here so I can put my dick in your belly button.”
~The gay guy
He tells me he’s gay. I’m thinking - hmmm I can pretend I have a dick or I can do a fantasy where he’s with another cock, no big deal. Right? Wrong. He wants ME to be a man. Hmmm ok, I can pretend to be a man. I start talking. He says “No, talk deeper.” So I lower my voice. “No deeper.” I lower it some more. “DEEPER. Talk like a man.” So I scrunch up my voice, stand up, put my hand in my pants, let out a burp and a grunt and did my best Sean Connery impression. “Yeah that’s better.”
~The hairdresser
I love this guy. Never have I met anyone who actually gets off by washing my hair and rolling it with curlers and then putting me under the hairdryer. And of course, I insult him by calling him a faggot over and over. And yes, he really works at a salon.
~The car wreck
I’m doing a call with a guy who is dominating me while driving his car on his cell phone. He’s masturbating and tailgating someone. All of a sudden I hear a CRASH! He tells me to hang on, puts the phone down, comes back and says “Here let’s finish this call real quick so I can call the police, I got in a wreck.” And I was thinking, you STILL want to keep going??? But instead of responding, I went back to moaning and cumming and saying Yes Master until he came all over the steering wheel.
~The shit call
I don’t get many of these. Probably cause it’s really not my specialty nor do I advertise myself as being an expert in the scat field. But I have a caller who asks me 30 minutes after I eat when I have to take a shit. And he waits. And he waits. Now, if I really have to shit, then fine. I’ll take the phone with me. But sometimes if you don’t gotta go, you don’t gotta go. So what do I do? I get a vase filled with water, get a hotdog out of the fridge, cut it up in pieces… and drop it into the vase…. KERPLUNK. And then I do my best to sound constipated.
~The gross
I like this guy. He actually calls a lot and is actually quite a normal guy. But his fetish is by far the grossest I have ever experienced. He pisses in my mouth, on my face. He shits on me. Shits on my face, in my mouth. Makes me suck the dog. Get raped by the dog. Throws up and vomits on me. Makes me eat the vomit. Then I do it to him. Or rape him with my dick. Or we bring a second girl in and we do it to each other. Imagine the look on an unsuspecting operator’s face when she hears him tell her to eat his vomit.
~The janitors closet
He calls me from work. In the janitor’s closet. That’s the only place he gets privacy. Except one time he got caught. Had the mop handle up his butt. His boss (also his father) opens the door and catches him cause his phone cord leads to the closet. And I hear “uh oh” and another voice say “What the fuck?” Click. Phone hangs up.
~The sleeping wife
She’s sleeping. Two feet away. Sssh. I can’t talk. She’s right beside me in bed.
~The descriptive pussy
It’s an hour long call. He tells me to describe my pussy. I tell him it’s wet, it’s warm, it’s throbbing and it needs him! And then he tells me to describe it more. I start telling him my clit is hard, my lips are spread, my hole is tight. He says he wants more. I start thinking of words to use… sexy, hot, warm, delicious…. imagine. A whole hour. To describe your pussy. After about eleven minutes, I had to rely on a thesaurus for the rest of the call. How many of you can describe a body part for a whole hour without being repetitive?
~The falling object
I’m on the floor on my back cumming (the caller thinks I am on my bed covered in satin, etc). I’m getting into the call. I’m playing with myself. Really doing it. Then a lamp falls on my head cause it was tipping over and I bumped the table with my leg. The caller hears a crash. I drop the phone and grab my head in pain. I compose myself, ignore the pain… pick the phone back up and say “Whoops sorry, was so excited I fell off the bed.” This caller laughed and said he often had that effect on girls.
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