He called me up and started breathing heavy. After my third hello I was about to hang up the phone. Then he aked if I would explain how the service works. I’ve been doing phone sex for awhile and have a sort of sixth sense with prankers. And this guy was a pranker, I was sure of it.
Nevertheless, I went through the details because one never knows. There have been a few guys who sounded like prankers and turned into regulars. He pants out a few questions to stall me from hanging up. As I answer I can hear him masturbating. I make my answers quick and make to get off the phone.
That’s when he says “well you know I’m just wasting your time to jerk off for free”. Ohhh, was I pissed. One doesn’t go into a doctor’s office and waste their time for a free diagnosis and similarly one don’t call phone sex operators to jerk off for free. Or well people shouldn’t but they do.
I could have hung up. But he had already wasted my time and pissed me off. Why not waste some of his time and put myself in a better mood?
“Oh that’s ok” I told him. “You continue to jerk off and I’ll talk about what I want to talk about.” And he continued to pant and beat off. The trap was set and he was clueless.
I started talking about the Iraq War. I asked him if I knew about the dangers of depleted uranium. Then I quickly said “don’t bother to answer, I know you’re busy stroking that cock.”
In my sexiest purr of a voice I start telling him about the dangers of depleted uranium and how it is poisoning the Iraqis and US soldiers. And I was just getting started.
I described how mothers who had been exposed to depleted uranium were giving birth to deformed babies. While he was jerking off I went into graphic, disgusting detail of the deformations.
He was a fighter though. All through this he kept trying to cum. His panting turned to grunts of frustration. The more he beat off the more I went into detail. (It helped that I had recently seen a documentary on the subject.)
I’m going on and on when he finally interrupts me. “Do you HAVE to talk about that?” To answer, I affected my most sweet innocent voice- “I don’ t have to no. If you want to do a paid call I’ll talk sexy about whatever you want to talk about. But if you’re going to prank me I’m going to talk about things I want to.”
He grunted more in desperation. I can only imagine the scene-one hand holding the phone, the other desperately stroking his dying erection and coaxing it to cum despite the gruesome images being described to him. I managed to withhold laughing.
“But I don’t want to talk about deformed babies!” he whined pitifully.
“Well, I don’t want guys calling me and wasting my time while they jerk off for free” I countered.
“So you’re not going to talk sexy for free?” he begged. Funny, I would have thought he had gotten the point by now.
“No,” I told him. “If you’re going to jerk off and waste my time I’m going to keep talking about the war.”
He hung up. I laughed an evil laugh. I hope I imparted a lesson on him. He stopped pranking me at least.
Posted by Vixen in PSO Confessions