An Erotic Masturbation Tale – Call Girl Sonya

Sonya calls in to work, and dials her five digit identification number. She waits to hear the recorded message telling her she’s now clocked into the service, before hanging up the phone up. Now, all she has to do was wait for it to ring.

Sunday afternoons were usually very slow for her. Knowing it could be a while before the first call of the shift came in, Sonya opens her biology text book to study for the upcoming exam. She was specializing in human biology. “This should be a walk in the park”, she thinks. If there was one thing Sonya was good at, it was finding her way around the human body.

After the messy divorce with her cheating husband, Sonya was in need of money, and a new direction in life. Going back to study and getting a new job seemed the logical thing to do, although the first was easier then the other.

After a couple of months job hunting, her best friend and roommate suggested she applies to work for Miranda’s Voice Talent Services. Not fully knowing what she was letting herself in for, she turned up for the most memorable job interview of her life. It was only when she saw the lines she had to read did she realize the true nature of her job; Miranda’s Voice Talent Services was actually a phone sex agency!

Taken aback, Sonya briefly questioned whether she wanted to still apply. But she’d needed the money, and jobs were scarce. That, plus she had a sweet, young sounding voice that would suit any callers looking for a barely legal fantasy.

It wouldn’t be the first time she used phone sex to turn on the opposite sex, so she decided to go for it. It had turned out to be the perfect solution; Sonya was able to pick her work hours around her classes, and was quickly making enough money to not only supplement the loans she had taken out, but to pay back the large bill from her divorce. And, as a added bonus, she actually realized she really enjoyed her job.

Being told fantasies these men wouldn’t even tell their wives or girlfriends was incredibly insightful, and not to mention highly arousing.

Sometimes, she would role-play with her clients. She would imagine the younger sounding men were from her classes at uni, and the men who sounded that bit older were her uni professors. Walking through the stories in her mind with them was a favorite of hers, and a favorites of theirs by the sounds they used to make. They always came for her by the end, and sometimes she didn’t have to fake the orgasms they heard either. I mean, why should the guys be the only one that’s allowed to pleasure themselves?

A sudden noise distracted her trail of thought; The front door being opened then closed. Her roommate, Alex, was home from pulling an all night double shift. He knocked on her door, checking on her as he always did when he got home.

“You alright, Sonya”? He asked, his deep voice softened from weariness.

“Yeah, just about to start working. Get some sleep, I’ll be quiet”.

“No you won’t, they like it when you make noise”, Alex chuckled, “I’ll wear earplugs, have a good time at work”.

She chuckled as he walked away, her face reddening though he wasn’t there to see. A part of her wished she and Alex weren’t such good friends, so they could try being something more than friends. But there was no getting around it, she didn’t want to risk losing his friendship for what could end up being nothing but a disaster. So, Sonya did her best to ignore those feelings for Alex and just focused on her callers.

There was one caller, who went by the name of John, that she always looked forward to hearing from. Unlike the other callers, he didn’t want one of her fantasies. He wanted to give her one.

His fantasies revolved around what he could do for her, and how hard he could make her cum. Why he was calling her instead of making someone the happiest woman in the world, she had no idea… Although she wasn’t complaining.

Sometimes she’d fantasize about meeting him one day; That she could actually get to know the real him. If she could see herself getting with anyone after her divorce, he was one of two men she could see that happening with. The other was Alex, but that wasn’t something she was willing to risk.

Meeting up with clients however was against company policies. The most she could get away with was telling him her first name; Not her surname or real number. Sometimes it felt like her real details were at the tip of her tongue, but she always managed to hold back in fear of losing the job. “Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll run in to someone like him in her reality” thought Sonya. “Or John himself”.

Yeah. Right.

As if thinking of him summoned him in to existence, her phone rang. She let it ring a few times before she clicked the button on her headset. Putting her bookmark inside her textbook to save her page, she answered in her sweet, youthful voice.

“Hi, my name is Sonya. What’s your name”?

“Hi, Sonya, it’s John”, said a rich, deep voice that made her toes curl in anticipation.

“Oh John, I was hoping you’d be calling today”, her voice changed, taking on a genuine warmth. “I was just thinking about you”.

She could hear him chuckle through the line. “I was thinking about you too. What are you wearing for me today, beautiful”?

Sonya looked down at herself, at the worn out yoga pants and old, large shirt, and lied; “I just got out of the shower, so I’m afraid you’ve caught me in only my bra and panties today, John. But they’re very cute with white lace”. She did pull her pants off though, grateful for the hands free headset  as she wriggled out of her pants and panties. Her fingers trembling in anticipation, she undid the buttons on her shirt and pulled it off, leaving her naked on her bed talking to a stranger.

“Mmm, you always sound delicious, Sonya. Would you lie down on your bed for me? May I touch you”?

“I’m lying on my back, John, on top of my blanket wearing nothing but my panties and bra, and a smile for you. And I want you to do anything you want to to me”.

He moaned, a purely carnal sound that set off sparks throughout her body, “I want to kiss you, Sonya. I want to slip my tongue inside your sweet mouth and get my first taste of you. Just lie back, beautiful woman, and let me pleasure you”.

Sonya smiled and sighed, loud enough that he could hear her, “I love when you do this”.

“Not nearly as much as I do, I promise”, he chuckled. “Now, close your eyes, and feel my mouth sliding from your lips to your chin. Along your jaw, a gentle nip on your earlobe”.

This was what she loved. Closing her eyes, she let him guide her fantasy. He might have been a stranger, but he could play her better than any man she’d ever had in her bed before. She moaned softly, resisting the urge to touch herself. That would be cheating the fantasy he carefully built for her, Sonya never touched herself until he said he was.

It was going to be a challenge, her nipples were already hardened and she could feel wetness trickling down the folds of her pussy. Sonya begged for a real fantasy.

“Feel my breath against your skin, hot and damp, as I whisper in your ear how beautiful you are, how sexy you are. Feel my tongue as it traces lightly along the curve of your ear”. He paused, hearing her quick breath in as she shivered. “You like that, Sonya”?

“Mmm, I love it”, She answered honestly.

“Good. I move down the side of your face, kissing and nibbling on your neck”. Unconsciously, her head tilted back to expose more of her neck to the man of her waking dream, and moaned softly again. “Across your chest till my head is between your incredible breasts. I lick the curve of one, and then the other, so slowly”.

Her fingers traced the soft skin of her breasts, following the trail John had made with his mouth, and sighed with pleasure. Now that he was playing with her breasts, she could too. With her eyes closed, she could pretend it was him touching her.

When he told her he had her nipple in his mouth, tenderly holding it between his teeth as he suckled on it, Sonya raised her breast to her own mouth and sucked on her own nipple. She imagined it was his mouth of course. She moaned loudly, but the sound was muffled. John didn’t seem to mind. He kept on describing her breasts, how he held them. How he licked and rolled and sucked and pinched her nipples, and she imitated everything he said until she was squirming for him.

And when John released her captive breasts, Sonya let them go as well, whimpering at losing that pleasure. He kissed down her stomach, describing every touch of his lips to her skin. Her fingers followed behind.

He described her panties to her in great detail. More importantly, he described himself slowly pulling them down her long, beautiful legs. Sonya held her breath in anticipation of what would come next.

“I love the way you smell, Sonya. So sweet, a little musk. You must be the scent of sin, I swear. I want to taste you so badly”. John said, his voice thick with lust in her ear.

“Please, John, I need you to”, Sonya said, reaching over to the nightstand beside her. Her hand closed over her long, thick vibrator, and she pulled it out. She idly stroked it’s flesh-like surface up and down the inside of her thighs, teasing herself as she waited for John to continue.

He moaned, and she was so entranced that Sonya was sure she felt that rumbling sound in her own body. “I need to taste you, Sonya. I lick up your slit, just barely sticking my tongue in between the lips of your delicious pussy. Hidden inside, I find your clit. It’s so beautiful, a pink, fleshy flowerbud. I lick it, lapping at it. Do you like that”?

Sonya brought her vibrator up between the lips of her pussy; It wasn’t quite the same as having a man’s tongue on her, but when she turned it on and rubbed those powerful vibrations against her clit, Sonya didn’t care. She cried out “yes” as the pulses shook through her sensitive clit.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her shiver. “Feel my tongue lapping at your sweet pussy, Sonya. Feel it as I push my tongue inside of you to lick along your walls and drink your juices”.

With her vibrator, her eyes closed and his voice in her ear, it was almost as good as having John in her bed. She whimpered, knowing it would make him smile.

In her ear, he was urging her to cum for him, to bathe his face in her juices. Sonya rubbed her clit harder, turned the vibrations up to it’s most powerful setting, and cried out loudly. She quickly brought herself to orgasm.

John growled in her ear, continuing to suck on her clit while bringing his fingers to push and probe inside her pussy. She brought her own hand down to her pussy, pushing two fingers inside to finger herself as she imagined John would. Together they rubbed her G-spot, stroking and tapping it until she was screaming and gushing juices all over her bed.

“God, I love the way you sound when you cum for me”, John said, breathing heavily. “Have I worn you out or do you still want more”?

“I…I always want…more”, Sonya answered, her mind still miles above in euphoria.

“Yes you do, I love that about you”. John’s voice sounded strained. She imagined he was as worked up as she was by now. “Spread your legs for me then, beautiful, I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock”.

Sonya obeyed quickly, spreading her legs wide as if he really was there. John described himself slowly pushing his cock inside of her, his incredible width stretching and filling her completely. She of course pushed her vibrator inside herself, having to go slowly to accommodate it’s width. When he pushed within her with a final, hard thrust, Sonya pushed her vibrator till she felt it hit her cervix.

Every thrust he gave her, she fucked herself with that vibrator. It wasn’t hard to imagine it was his cock filling her instead of the toy she held, pumping in to her with a quickly growing fierceness. His breathing was ragged in her ear, adding to the illusion that he was there on top of her, inside of her. She could almost feel his body pressing in to hers, pushing her down in to the mattress, rocking her body with thrust after powerful thrust.

Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten, drawing in to a single hard knot in her womb. Her toes curled and her back arched as her hand tore in to the sheets. She screamed John’s name as the tension held inside of her exploded outward in every direction, carrying her away with her ecstasy.

How long it took her mind to come back down to her body, Sonya had no idea. Briefly, she thought she felt arms wrapped around her, strong arms holding her to a solid chest. But, when she opened her eyes, the illusion was shattered. The bed was empty save for herself, she was alone in it. Just Sonya. And heavy breathing coming through her headset.

That surprised her, “John? Are you still there”?

“Yeah”, he said, giving a tired laugh, “I’m still here, Sonya. Was hoping I would open my eyes and find you in this bed with me”.

His words brought a bittersweet smile to her face, “I was kinda hoping the same thing”.

“Were you really”?

Sonya nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see her, “Yeah, seriously”.

“Then come to me, Sonya. There’s an empty spot in my bed that I want you to fill”.

“I don’t even know where you live, and you can’t give me personal information, it’s against the policy”.

He chuckled, “You’ve known where I lived this whole time, Sonya, you just never thought about it. I’ll be in my room, down the hall, if you really meant that”.

The line went dead, and Sonya took off her headset to stare at it in disbelief. Refusing to believe, and hoping with all her might that it was true, she hastily put her headset on hold to prevent any calls from coming through and interrupting her before dressing in just her panties and the shirt she had been wearing earlier.

Turning the knob on her door was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done, surpassed only by knocking on Alex’s door after her slow walk down the hall that separated their rooms. But she managed a knock, one actually loud enough to hear, and waited anxiously to hear Alex’s voice. Her wait seemed to last forever, but couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before she heard him calling out to enter.

She pushed the door open, but instead of going in, she just stayed in the doorway, using the frame to help stand on her suddenly shaky legs. Across the room, Alex watched her from his bed. Bare chested, his hair was a mess, and his skin covered in a thin sheet of sweat. He looked like he could have been having fun in there by himself.

Forcing herself to sound calm, she smiled and spoke. “Hi, my name’s Sonya, what’s your name”?

Alex got out of bed and caught her up in his arms so fast he startled the breath right out of her. He kissed her tenderly, desperately, until he had to pull away to let her breath. The smile he gave her melted Sonya’s heart.

“My name’s Johnathon, but everyone uses my middle name, Alexander”.

They kissed again, as John led her over to his bed. Sonya eagerly followed; They didn’t waste any time talking this time.