Phone Sex Carol the Car Lady

Carol sat in her cubicle at work and listened to a voice mail on her cell phone from her favorite entertainment group. Because she was such a good customer, she was being given two free hours on both the chatlines and the sexlines. With this and having sold a record fifteen cars in one day, Carol was in heaven.

At Jim’s Automotive Warehouse, Carol had been the number one salesperson for over six months even though she had only been selling cars for eight months. At first, the veteran salespeople had taken a bet on how long she would last in the business, and then after she hadn’t sold a car in two months, they started to laugh and make fun of her.

That was when she remembered lessons learned while she was in college earning her degree in marketing. People looked at the packaging, and they always wanted something for new. Since the dealership wasn’t offering many incentives, Carol came up with her own rewards. In giving them, Carol rewarded the customer and herself.

The first time Carol offered benefits to a potential client, she got screwed literally. She gave a guy a blowjob, and then he left the dealership without buying the car. After that, she learned to get the contract signed first, and she had been the star of Jim’s ever since.

The type of car the customer bought determined the type of rewards he or she got. Carol didn’t have a problem letting a woman eat her pussy either; she did whatever it took to achieve the sale and maximum pleasure.

With the purchase of any used car, a customer got a blowjob or a finger fuck depending on the sex. Any person who bought a new car priced under $20,000 received a quick fuck in the back of his or her new car. Those who spent $20,000 to $40,000 were rewarded with two hours of Carol’s naked time in a nearby hotel. If you could afford $40,000 and up, Carol would gladly give you four hours of endless, untamed sex.

Sure the other salespeople hated her, but Carol was satisfied sexually and financially. There was even talk of her being made sales manager.

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Sandra enjoyed painting nude portraits. There was something magnificent about the male body, and she took great pleasure in sharing that with others. Her paintings sold for thousands of dollars and were even on the walls of many celebrities homes. In 2009, Sandra was called a Rising Star by ArtWorks magazine. Everyone loved her work because her models seemed to be glowing in her portraits.

Her secret was the smallest and most pleasurable of things. Sandra fucked her models before she painted them. After a wonderful orgasm, the models were completely at peace with themselves and the world. With those expressions on their faces, Sandra placed them in dramatic scenes like standing on an overly crowded sidewalk or in a war zone. While the world was in chaos, her models were at peace.

She had come up with the idea on the sexlines when she and a regular acquaintance had talked about the power of an orgasm after having phone sex. To achieve a wide variety of pictures, Sandra, who obviously enjoyed sex, fucked her models. There were men of different races, social classes, and ages. Each man became a part of her Peace collection. Her goal was to have a portrait of one man from every country in the world. It was a lofty goal, but she planned on achieving it.

Today, she was expecting Hugh from Australia. He was a rugged, muscular man in his middle ages who had a dazzling smile. To get herself ready for him, she had spent two hours on the chatlines. She was more than ready. He would be lucky if she didn’t jump him as soon as he walked in the door.

“I see you made it,” she told him as he walked into her bedroom. She lay naked on the bed with the sheets pulled towards the bottom.

“You’re beautiful,” he said as he leaned over the bed and kissed her gently. He couldn’t resist running a hand over one of her gorgeous nipples. His lips followed his hand while his hand trailed down to her legs which were open and waiting for him.

“Mmmm,” Sandra moaned. “Get undressed, baby. You’re a masterpiece who needs to be fucked.”

Hugh quickly disrobed and jumped between Sandra’s legs.

She cried out when she felt his wet tongue on her clit. ‘Oh,’ she thought, ‘the things I must do for my art.

Fanny the Flight Attendant

Fanny couldn’t wait for the flight to land in Paris, France. In Paris, she had access to some of the best sexlines. The men there were crazy; they didn’t think twice about going from the phone to the bed.

Meanwhile, Fanny was stuck in first class with nothing but elderly ladies who had already drank their weights in wine. Fanny had stayed up all night in New York City, exploring their chatlines, and now, she needed a cock jammed up her ass.

Fanny checked on her passengers and then went to restock the snack cabinet.  As she counted the crackers, the cabin door opened and the new co-pilot came out. Fanny hadn’t seen him come onboard, but now she was seeing everything from his tall, athletic build to his wavy, brown hair and green eyes, all the way to the large bulge in his pants.

“Hi, I’m Fanny.” She leaned against a corner wall away from the aisle.

The co-pilot closed the curtain around them. “I’m John.”

“Actually, you’re gorgeous. Are you married?” Rings or the lack of a ring meant nothing.

John stepped directly in front of Fanny. “Yes. Is that a problem?” He asked before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her roughly.

“Not at all,” Fanny mumbled as she stuck her tongue into his mouth.

He unzipped his pants and quickly placed on a condom. “I only have a minute.”

When he finished, Fanny was facing the wall with her skirt pulled up around her. She wore no panties.

John blew on her neck. “I’m ready for that fanny. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Fuck my ass hard!” Fanny whispered.

John stuck a finger in Fanny’s asshole. “Is that cum in your ass?”

“I didn’t have taxi fare this morning.”

John laughed and rammed his dick into Fanny’s ass.

“Awww!”

John placed his hand over her mouth. “You know you like it.”

“Yes,” Fanny began to moan as John started thrusting in and out. As he did so, he rubbed her clit.

“Miss.” One of the elderly ladies pulled back the curtain. “We need more wine”

“As soon as we finish here.”

“Okay.”  The lady snapped Fanny and John’s picture on her cell phone. “Thanks for the free roundtrip tickets for me and the girls.”

Her name wasn’t Fanny. It was Felicia. People called her Fanny because she enjoyed having a dick in her fanny.

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Carol the Sex Mad Car Lady

Carol sat in her cubicle at work and listened to a voice mail on her cell phone from her favorite entertainment group. Because she was such a good customer, she was being given two free hours on both the chatlines and the sexlines. With this and having sold a record fifteen cars in one day, Carol was in heaven.

At Jim’s Automotive Warehouse, Carol had been the number one salesperson for over six months even though she had only been selling cars for eight months. At first, the veteran salespeople had taken a bet on how long she would last in the business, and then after she hadn’t sold a car in two months, they started to laugh and make fun of her.

That was when she remembered lessons learned while she was in college earning her degree in marketing. People looked at the packaging, and they always wanted something for new. Since the dealership wasn’t offering many incentives, Carol came up with her own rewards. In giving them, Carol rewarded the customer and herself.

The first time Carol offered benefits to a potential client, she got screwed literally. She gave a guy a blowjob, and then he left the dealership without buying the car. After that, she learned to get the contract signed first, and she had been the star of Jim’s ever since.

The type of car the customer bought determined the type of rewards he or she got. Carol didn’t have a problem letting a woman eat her pussy either; she did whatever it took to achieve the sale and maximum pleasure.

With the purchase of any used car, a customer got a blowjob or a finger fuck depending on the sex. Any person who bought a new car priced under $20,000 received a quick fuck in the back of his or her new car. Those who spent $20,000 to $40,000 were rewarded with two hours of Carol’s naked time in a nearby hotel. If you could afford $40,000 and up, Carol would gladly give you four hours of endless, untamed sex.

Sure the other salespeople hated her, but Carol was satisfied sexually and financially. There was even talk of her being made sales manager.

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Lucy the Bartender

Lucy was glad the night was over. She loved the rush a Saturday night concert brought into the bar, but she loved watching the last customer leave too. After another night of watching handsome men walk around the place (and not being able to fraternize with them according to employee rules), she was so horny. All she wanted to do was to call the sexlines and obtain release.

When she saw a man exit the restroom, she slammed her fist against the bar.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” People had gotten locked in the bar before, but to make matters worse, this guy was gorgeous. All he needed to be Grey’s Anatomy star Eric Dane was a scrub set. Lucy wanted to fuck him so badly, but she almost lost her job a while back after getting caught fucking in the back alley. No matter how wet her pussy was she wasn’t doing it. Lucy resisted the urge to stick a hand between her legs. With the short mini on, it would be so easy to rub her clit.

The man raised his eyebrows. “Aren’t you a bundle of joy?”

Lucy didn’t smile back at him. “The key is in the door.”

With a devilish smile, he said, “I’m thirsty.”

Lucy turned her back. She was getting wetter. “Find a liquor store.”

The customer sat in front of her. “I’m Gerald, and I’m thirsty.”

Lucy continued checking the bottles.

Eric leaned on the bar. “What if I was a secret shopper, especially when you closed the bar at 12:55 when it closes at 1?”

Concerned, Lucy turned around. She had closed the bar early because she was eager to call the chatlines, and the bar manager had given her a memo from the absentee owner instructing them to be prepared for a secret shopper. Lucy rubbed her legs together.

“Are you a super shopper?”

His piercing blue eyes focused on her.

She quickly poured him a gin and tonic.

“I haven’t ordered a drink since coming in here. How did…”

“I know my customers.” Lucy squirmed.

“Why don’t you just go ahead and masturbate?”

Lucy’s mouth fell open. “How did you know?”

In one swallow, Eric finished his drink. “I know my employees,” he said before walking to the door and turning the key. “I’m staying at the Vellven Plaza if you need help with your pussy later.”

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The Prison Nurse

Clara went to prison every night. She was a Registered Nurse who worked the night shift at the regional, correctional facilities. While many women were too scared to work in a man’s prison, it didn’t bother Clara; in fact, she loved it because she had a steady supply of men who loved to fuck.

Clara’s husband, Mark, worked the night shift as well being a county police officer. The two spent the majority of their daylight hours in bed sleeping. When he wasn’t working or sleeping, Mark preferred riding his motorcycle to having sex with his wife. To be honest, Clara could care less. In high school, she and Mark had sex regularly because everyone else did it, but not because it brought either of them a great deal of pleasure. Mark considered Clara to be too wild and experimental, and Clara felt Mark was way too rigid, not wanting to have sex in any position under than missionary and refusing to even consider oral sex.

Before Clara got her position at the prison, she had appeased herself by calling sexlines and chatlines and engaging in wild conversations. Now with her job and her sex chats and calls, she had all the sex she could ever want.

The first time she had sex at the prison, the idea had not initially been her own, but she soon embraced it. Clara had been changing an IV on a patient who had his appendix removed when the white, muscular man who was still heavily sedated had grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock.

For a second, Clara had struggled, and then she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it while the man moaned. When she saw the first drop of pre-cum drip, Clara lowered her mouth and licked it eagerly like a kitten. In no time at all, she had sucked him to an orgasm.

At that point, the prisoner had awakened, and Clara, burning with lust, had sucked his cock back to hardness, climbed on top, and fucked him until he slipped away into unconsciousness.

Clara still had not cum so when the prisoner in the other bed opened the sheet and motioned her over, she didn’t hesitate to go. She was one who believed in finishing what she started.

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Delivery Time!

I was always getting packages in the mail and from parcel services. Sometimes I was so busy working sexlines upstairs in the bedroom that I just left my front door unlocked with a note on in with instructions for the delivery men. I lived in an exclusive neighborhood with gates and security guards so I was never concerned about this habit. I loved my three bedroom house with an indoor pool, and I love my Jaguar convertible. To keep both, I had to work sixty hour work weeks, but at least I loved my job. Chatlines satisfied me mentally and physically.

Some days, like yesterday, were really fantastic days. On fantastic days, I was extra lucky because one of the delivery men came upstairs to my bedroom to personally deliver my packages. To my great pleasure, the carriers always managed to give me more than what they brought in from the truck.

Henry had delivered my package from Victoria Secret’s yesterday while I’m masturbating with one of my regular clients.  Henry, a tall black man, with bulging muscles and an eleven inch dick, walked in on me while I was reclining on my bed with three fingers in my pussy.

A large smile crossed my face as I watched Henry disrobe. He knew he never had to ask; I was always open for his business. If by some chance, my store was closed, then it never took much persuasion for me to unlock the doors.

“I exchanged routes with a friend today,” Henry said as he placed his head between my legs. “It cost me a bottle of Crown Royal and fifty bucks, but you’re so worth it.”

I hung up the phone when I heard my client climax. “That’s all you think I’m worth?” I asked as I forced his head further down. “You better make me cum quickly then or I’m going to have to call your corporate office and request another driver.”

Henry mumbled something, but it was incomprehensible as his tongue was wrapped around my clit.

As the orgasm ripped through my body, I clenched my legs around Henry’s head and writhed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. When the last ripple passed, I had to taste Henry’s dick before he fucked me into another state of pleasure.

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The Landscaper

Nina Van Hensen enjoyed being wealthy at 23. She lived in a fifteen bedroom mansion and never worried about overspending.

The only drawback was being married to 68 year old real estate tycoon, Howard Van Hensen who had no interest in sex.

Nina had participated in chatlines a couple of times and discovered it to be wonderful. As soon as Howard left town, she was

trying out a new service, the sexlines. She was told it was the most fun a girl alone could have.

As Nina walked to the swimming pool, she was mesmerized by one of the landscapers working among the rose bushes. His

brown skin was flawless. He was tall, muscular, and built like a professional athlete.

She approached the worker and said, “Hello.”

“Hola.” The man stood up and wiped his hands on his tight jeans.

Nina watched as he allowed his dark eyes to sweep over her body. Her yellow, thong bikini hid very little. “You’re new here?”

“Yes, I am.” He did not take his eyes off Nina’s breasts.

“What is your name?”

The man offered her his hand. “Jose Riverias, at your service,” he said with a perfect smile.

Nina placed her hand in his and instantly felt her body tingle.

“Good Morning sweetheart, Jose,” Howard interrupted the heated thoughts that had began to cloud Nina’s head.

“I’m glad you two have met.” Howard looked from one to the other; they would be perfect lovers.

Nina struggled to contain her blush. “Yes, we have.”

Howard grabbed one of Nina’s hands and placed it back in Jose’s. “Darling,” he said to her. “I cannot deny you anything, not even

sex.”

“I’m confused. What do you mean, Howard?”

“Senora,” Jose interrupted, “I believe your husband wants you to be completely happy. I’m not just a gardener; I am your personal

servant for your personal pleasure.”

Nina’s head started to spin. “Is this for real, Howard?”

“I only ask that you occasionally let me watch. Now if you two will excuse me, I must catch a plane.” He gave Nina a brief kiss and

walked away.

“So,” Jose asked as he moved closer to Nina and stuck one finger in her already damp pussy, “shall we fuck in the pool first or in

your bed?”

Nina smiled as she unzipped Jose’s pants. “How about right here?”

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The Horny Hitch hiker

Beverly and I had a huge fight so I left the house before saying something regrettable.  The argument was as usual about sex. Beverly claimed it was all I wanted, but we had sex only three or four times a year, despite being in our early thirties.

I had never actually cheated on Beverly, but I didn’t hesitate to call the telephone sexlines. I wasn’t walking around with blue balls; telephone sex was my release.

As I hit the Georgia state line, I saw a shapely lady in tiny, blue cutoffs on the side of the road. Her thumb was out, indicating she needed a ride. This woman could have been a serial killer, but there was something about her that made me stop my jeep.

Although I could tell the woman was probably in her early thirties, she ran towards me as though she was a teenager.

I clicked the unlock button.

She opened the door, stuck her head inside the jeep, and smiled at me. “Are you a serial killer?”

I laughed; there was something about her. “If I were, would I tell you?”

Hazel brown eyes stared at me. “What’s your name?”

I met her gaze. “William.”

“Are you an honest man, William?”

“Yes.” I even admitted my usage of telephone sexlines to Beverly. She hadn’t been concerned.

“You’re probably not a serial killer either.” She threw her backpack in the backseat before sliding into the passenger seat and offering me her hand. “I’m Ellen.”

I shook her hand warmly. “Nice to meet you, Ellen.”

“You too. William?”

I glanced in my rearview mirror before getting back on I-75. “Yes.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her unzipping her shorts.

“You don’t mind if I masturbate? I’m so horny.”

Her words shocked me, and I fought to focus on driving. “No problem.”

Ellen quickly removed her shorts.

I wasn’t surprised to see she didn’t wear underwear. As I fought the urge to stare at her, my cell phone rang; it was Beverly.

“Yeah,” I said quickly.

“Our marriage is over; I don’t love you.”

“Okay.” I clicked the phone off as Ellen pulled a dildo out of her backpack.

“Oh shit, William. The batteries are dead. Maybe you could pull the car over and help me.”

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Jared walked excitedly through the doors of Heavenly Voices, a conglomerate of telephone sexlines. Once he cleared the doors, he ran straight into the receptionist’s desk.

“Welcome to Heavenly Voices,” the red haired woman who looked like a Playboy Centerfold told him.

Jared struggled to close his mouth. She was gorgeous.  “Thank you,” he stuttered.

“You’re here to fix the phone lines?”

Jared was lost in her dark brown eyes. What was she wearing? A green negligee?

“The phone lines,” she repeated.

Shaking himself alert, Jared asked, “How did you know?”

The receptionist pointed at his name tag and uniform shirt, both of which read “National Telephone Repair.”

“Oh,” Jared laughed, glancing down at the nameplate on the edge of the desk.  “I am here to fix the phones, Ms. Sophia,” he said in a fake Russian accent.

Sophia stared at him strangely and pointed him to the door on her left. She picked up a phone. “I’ll let them know you are coming.”

Jared thanked her and headed to the door. ‘I’m such a doofus,’ he thought. ‘Why did I use that fake accent? No wonder I’m a twenty one year old virgin. I’m probably the only man in the world who couldn’t get a date in an office that specializes in telephone sex.’

The door open automatically, and Jason walked into a room filled with at least forty cubicles. A Britney Spears look-a-like suddenly appeared at his side.

“Hi, I’m Joann,” she said flirtatiously. “Good. They sent us a young one this time. That old one just couldn’t cut it.”

Jared stood straighter. “I’m sure I’m more than capable, ma’am.”

Joann kissed him lightly on the lips and stepped back. “Oh please, I’m not an old lady so just call me Joann.”
Everything about Jared was frozen. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move, and his dick was rock hard.

A long legged brunette in an off the shoulder silk dress that stopped above her knees walked by them. “Hello hottie,” she said to Jared as she kept on walking.

Jared blushed.

Joann placed a hand on Jared’s red face. “Blushing, how cute. Now if you’ll just sit those tools down and take your clothes off, the ladies are ready for you. Be sure and go slowly. There are forty of us, and we all want to be fucked.”

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