THE PSO (Phone Sex Operator)

Sarah & Nate(You Can Ask Me Anything Pt.2)

And then, much to my delight, his voice drops an octave as he responds with my words, "You can ask me anything you want."

My belly tightens and I heave a sigh of relief. Licking my lips, my body hums with anticipation. "All right then. I'm asking you...to take over. I'm asking you to be in control, to- to talk to me so I can...so I can..."

Why is it so much harder with the roles reversed?

Suddenly, I have a whole new levelling of understanding for my clients.

"...So, you can touch yourself," Nate states. He doesn't sound tired anymore, his voice heavy for an entirely different reason now. "That's what you wanna do, ain't it? Touch yourself while I talk you through it."

A fever runs through me. My breath hitches.

"Well go on then. Say it," he urges.

I squeeze my thighs together. "I-I want to touch myself." Humiliation washes over me...and I fucking love it.

"-With me talking you through it."

"With you talking me through it," I repeat.

"Atta girl," he praises. There's a shuffling noise in the background, and then what sounds like an engine turning off. It's then I realise he must be in a car. "I'm gonna help you out, yeah? But I'm gonna need you to be quick. I'm on night p- shift. I'm on nightshifts."

My eyes widen. "You're working right now?" I wonder what he does for a living, but it feels invasive to ask.

He huffs a laugh. "This ain't exactly what I'd call working, but yeah."

Guilt hits me like a freight train. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I can just call back another ti-"

"Hey, I said I'd help you out, didn't I?" His voice has a comforting rumble to it. Like a thunderstorm with the sun shining through. "So, put your fingers between your pretty little thighs and let me do just that."

Heat flares in my stomach.

I do as he says, a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through me at the first touch and I realise just how sensitive I was, more so than usual. I was also wet, very wet, which I found surprising. Usually, it'd take me a good bit of foreplay or teasing to get like this.

"Ok," I tell him breathlessly. "I-I'm doing it."

"Yeah? You wet yet?"

"...Extremely."

"God that's sexy," he groans. I wonder if he's touching himself. "You want me that badly, huh? You've soaked through your panties just from me telling you what to do?"

Unable to hold back, my fingers slip between my moist folds and circle my pearl with just the right pressure. "I've barely been able to stop thinking about you," I admit sheepishly.

Fuck, I probably shouldn't have said that.

"I'd be lying if I said you haven't been on my mind," he responds, although he sounds almost reluctant to admit it. "You have me harder than I can remember being in my whole damn life."

"Have? Present tense?"

"Caught that, huh?" he chuckles warmly. "Yeah, I'm hard as fuck right now. Your fault. The pretty sounds you're making and knowing what you're doing is driving me crazy, girl."

"God," I moan. I'm so hot and wet and flustered, I don't even care how loud I'm being. All I can think about was the building pressure between my legs whilst hanging onto this mans every word.

"You that close already?" he sounds surprise...and so am I. "Tell me what you need from me."

"I...I want to be used." For a moment I feel like the world's biggest hypocrite, because I hated my one-nightstand for that exact reason. But then I realise, I want to be used in a manner where I still felt safe. "I... want you to use me."