Phone Sex Escape -5-

Five

Haven

This is part of an ongoing series. Inside, you will find adult content.

Johnathan was freaking out on the phone because I stayed in my room for too long. Granted, I wasn’t looking for an online school, but I was advancing my future in another way. I took my first phone sex call and hiding in the bottom of my closet in complete fear of getting caught. The service called me with the first customer of my newfound career, assuring me that he was a sweet man. Let’s say this; they gave me a baptism by fire. I have never in my life heard of things this man wanted. 

“Hi, this is Sara. How can I help you today?” I said.

When the company hired me, they gave me a new name, fake pictures, and a backstory of this character. They said I was now an actress playing the part, so get it all down because the client would ask. God, this was so much different than I assumed. I always thought I would lay on the bed, and the phone would ring. The man would jerk off and done. It’s nothing like that. I had to talk to him. Build a phone relationship, and yes, know everything about the character I was playing. 

“This is Jimmy. I need my cock sucked by some little whore. What do you look like, Sara,” he said. 

Fear caught in my throat. How dare this man say this to me. It took me a minute to adjust to the language and tell him about me. Well, the model that I portrayed. 

“I’m eighteen, blond, blue eyes, 5 ft 3 inches tall, and 100 pounds,” I lied. 

“What about your cunt? Is it shaved, and when is the last time you got fucked?” he asked. 

Taken back for a minute, I couldn’t believe men spoke to the girls this way. What the hell did it matter if I shaved my pussy? It was the telephone and not something real. I had to remember what the lady told me when she hired me. I am an actress setting up a fantasy that these men can’t achieve in the real world. I am here to feed their desires and drain their wallet, not fall in love. God, that was the last thing I wanted. I knew by the time I quit this job. I would end up hating all men. Between this pig and my husband, I would rather be a lesbian. 

Giggling, I pushed myself deeper into my little hiding spot before talking. “Shaved, of course. I wouldn’t want to be dirty for you,” I said as I rolled my eyes. Even his breathing nauseated me. No wonder he was calling a phone sex line. I was sure at that point he was some slimy little man sitting in his garage beating his meat while he sniffed his mother’s underwear. I needed to stop thinking that way because I kept trying not to laugh. 

“Good, put my dick in your mouth and play with your pussy. Do it, get on your knees and choke on my fucking prick,” he grunted. 

My face gave the phone a disgusted look. I remembered reading in the handbook that I would need to make sound effects. Yes, they do have a complete how-to guide for phone sex. Just reading through it was shocking for a naive girl such as myself. 

While he listened, I moaned and shoved my finger down my throat to make myself gag. As I choked on my finger, the saliva built up in my mouth, almost bringing me to the point of vomiting. Thankfully he grunted out and hung the phone up before I puked all over myself. It took me a second to understand why he didn’t even say thank you. Why should he? He paid for a service and just like when you buy a meal. Once done, you leave. I sat there for a long time, looking down at the phone. Was this what my life had become? A girl on the phone begged men to jerk off while they moaned. Before I could leave the closet, Johnathan called to ruin the day. 

“Why were you locked in the room for three hours?” he asked. 

I was shocked that he had the maid timing my time alone. What if I was sleeping? Why the hell did I have a babysitter at my age. I am his wife, not his property. 

For ten minutes, we went back and forth, yelling. The result was me hanging up the phone in disgust. How can a man treat his wife like he did? Before I could leave the closet, the phone rang again. Another man on the line, this one bragging about having a small dick, wanted me to laugh at him. God, where do these people come from? I was always under the assumption that having a small penis was a bad thing? According to my newest caller, he loved when beautiful women called him names and told him he was not worth fucking. I could have done that without being paid. Lucky for me, he decided to pay for an hour session of humiliation and abuse. Something I never thought I could do to anyone. Boy, was I wrong? 

“You pathetic little dick loser. I wouldn’t fuck you even if you paid me to. Look down between your legs,” I laughed. God, this was so not me, but it was fun. I was someone I had never been. I was a mean girl for money. The funny thing about all of this was I was making money to escape men that I was getting off on the phone. How could I justify profiting off of men that I hate? That was when I had to become the best actress I could be, and the funny thing was, each time I called him another name, I imagined he was my husband. It was the funniest moment of my life because I suddenly became what I would call a raging cunt, and I love it. 

I clocked in 300 dollars worth of calls at the end of the day. I am on my way to getting away from the hell my father put me in and letting my husband find the wife he deserved.

“Miss Haven, I have dinner ready for you. Come into the kitchen and eat. Mr. Johnathan said you must not eat alone in the bedroom tonight,” Maria called out. 

Seething, I grit my teeth, walking out still in the pajamas I wore from the night before. My hair was messy. I smirked the moment she looked at me in disgust. Maria was judging me, and I could feel the daggers from her eyes as I grabbed my plate and walked right back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. She could call my husband and tell on me. At this point, I knew I could make it on my own. It wasn’t like he would put me out on the street. No, he had other things planned for me, like destroying my future with an unwanted child. 

Propped up on the bed, food in my lap, I tuned out the world around me. As I ate, I researched a design school, though I had no intention of attending. I only needed my husband to believe my story earlier and not sniff around for what was going on with me. 

Banging from the other side of the door once again, Maria was demanding that I open the door so she could get my dishes. She was trying hard to get the evidence she needed to win over my husband. Yanking the door open, I pushed the dining ware into her hands, giving her a stern lecture.

“Until I get a divorce, I am still the woman of this house. My husband hired you, not me. Now get the fuck out of my face and go call your boyfriend to snitch on me,” I screamed, the door slamming in her face. There would be hell to pay when Johnathan returned, but at that very moment, it would be worth every bit of his abuse.  

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