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How I Became A Phone Sex Operator - My True Story
(Elaine Shuel)

      John was my supervisor.  He worked for the military reserve while attending University to become an engineer. COJO (Olympic committee) brought in the military to help out.  At the end of his first week, he asked me to stay after work. I thought, what did I do wrong?  Everyone left and there I was, alone with my boss.  He told me to come over to his desk and I did. He asked me if I'd like to go out with him. I was taken aback but I felt something just standing next to him.  My body tingled. I wasn't sure what it meant but I sure liked the feeling. I quickly said yes and we ended up going to a restaurant.

      John was still in his uniform and it's true, there's nothing like a man in uniform. That is, except a man taking it off.  No it didn't happen that first night.  It was my first date ever and I was 17 and he was 24.  He took my hand and held it at dinner. We went to a movie later and as he said many times afterwards, I probably only said 2 words all night. I made up for it in later dates. lol    After the movie, we went to a coffee shop.  He rubbed one of his fingers all over my slightly sweaty palm and I was so horny I couldn't believe it.  He stirred up feelings in me that I had no idea I had.  When he kissed me good night, I knew I was in love.

      I was always the "good girl" who did the right thing. I got good grades, listened to teachers and my parents.  Meeting John changed that, not drastically but a bit.  No, I didn't become a party girl or take drugs or anything like that. I did however show up late once or twice to work and later ran away to be with him.  

      John and I used to go up in the mountains and pet.  It was right in back of the university and we'd walk around for a spot and lie down.  He'd reach over and touch my large breasts and we'd passionately kiss. I only gently rubbed the top of his pants, feeling his aroused cock.  I was a virgin.  John talked about how beautiful it is when two people made love but I wasn't ready for that yet.

      One time my blouse was off and he was touching my tits.  We heard someone coming and he threw my shirt at me and told me to put it on quickly.  That sure ruined the mood. The fact we almost got caught made it all the more thrilling on subsequent outings. We fondled each other in parks, on grass near my house and anywhere else we could find.  That summer was the best and worst in my life.  It would have been fantastic had it not been for 2 things, my parents and his job. 

      My parents liked my boyfriend but had personal reasons that made it impossible for them to accept him being anything more than friends with me.  His job almost had him imprisoned for putting his arms around me.  Seems military personnel aren't allowed to be cozy with civilians while they're in uniform.  The "us against the world" situation we faced, made me want him all the more.  When he went back to his life in Ottawa after the Olympics, I went with him.  First I stayed at the YMCA. He would sneak in at night and we touched each other but still never consummated our sexual relationship. Later, I came to stay with him and his parents.

      Towards the end of the summer, I was about to leave to go back to Montreal and school.  He had always told me that he wanted to make love to me. Before I left to go home, I decided it was time to have sex with him and told him so. That way he would have something to remember me by after I left.   His face lit up. I was in his brother's bedroom. His brother was sent to another room to sleep, during the few weeks I was there. Located next door to his parents, I lost my virginity. 

      We stood beside the bed and John kissed me tenderly.  Slowly he removed my clothes including my bra and panties and dropped them to the floor.  He started licking my pink nipples, which were easily aroused by seeing him look at me. They were erect and hard and ready for the love bite that followed. I shyly touched his shoulders and moved my hands slowly over his jeans, feeling the stirring within.  He quickly unzipped and removed his pants and underwear and took off his shirt, adding to the heap on the carpet.  John, the man I loved with all my heart, stood in front of me.  I looked at his disrobed body and stared at his rising cock.  I had never seen anyone's dick before but something about it made me excited.  My pussy pulsated for the first time.  He held me tight for a moment, sensing my passion mixed with fear of the unknown.  

      Before I knew it, our naked bodies lay down on the bed but not the way I expected.  He inched his growing cock over to my closed mouth and his face was by my now moist pussy.  Suddenly he said to me "Suck my cock".  I was terrified actually. I had no idea how to do it. That evening was the first time I had seen a prick, let alone put one in my mouth. I stared at it and somehow managed to figure out what to do. I was awkward doing it but he seemed to enjoy it.  I slowly moved my timid tongue along his perked up shaft and moistened his engorged cockhead.  It looked so big and as I lightly licked it, his uprising dick got increasingly harder. That only added to the wetness in my dampening slit.  

      "Take it in your mouth," he said.  I did as instructed, not sure how much to open my mouth at first. The thick tip of his manhood went gently into my warm passageway, followed by his thick shaft. Inch by inch I took in as much as I could, until I gagged. I couldn't deep throat him then but I could have now. He was making noises that I could tell meant I was pleasuring him.  The most important thing to me was making him feel good.  It made me happy to know I was succeeding.

      When his salivating tongue started deeply licking into my blossoming cunt lips, I softly moaned. It felt strange yet wonderful, to experience his exploring tongue all over my virginal womanhood. He probed my full pussy lips, opening up my soft folds and making me squirm. I kept sucking his hardening cock, my searching mouth moving up and down his throbbing instrument.  It got harder to take care of his still rising rod. I was distracted as his fervent licking of my needy slit, became more intense.  Multi-tasking was not my strong suit then so at times I stopped.   When his penetrating tongue slid far into my hole, my pussy was soaked.  I was pretty quiet despite the immense delight. I was not a screamer then.  Not to mention, his parents were sleeping next door. I hoped they couldn't hear us.  I will never know if they did.   

      After he had licked me to his heart's content and mine, he got on top of me and spread my legs and entered my starving love canal.  He penetrated me slowly and outside of one quick jab of pain, his rapid thrusts in and out of my drenched pussy made me hotter and hotter.  By the time we were done, the sheets had a touch of blood as a souvenir of what I no longer was. I had become a woman.  

      John left me right after we made love that night.  He had no choice but to return to his room so that his parents wouldn't get suspicious.  With a quick kiss, he left.  I wished he would spend the night with me but understood why he couldn't.

      I returned home to my parents in Montreal and continued with my education.  John stayed in Ottawa and studied for his engineering degree while I earned my B.Comm. in computers, from McGill University.  We saw each other as often as we could on weekends and holidays. Some of the best moments of my life were during those visits.  

      Typically, I met him at the bus station and we went straight to the downtown hotel he always stayed at.  Dinner could wait but our hunger for each other couldn't. We'd enter the hotel elevator and pretend to not know each other, unless we were the only two in it. I had my reputation to uphold, after all.  I didn't want anyone to know that deep within this "good girl" was a "bad girl" dying to get out.  The ride up to our floor seemed to take forever. I couldn't wait to have him hold me and touch me and to feel his prick enter me once again. 

      Shortly after entering the hotel room, I stood by the huge window with the curtains partly opened.  The darkness of the room lit dimly, from the spectacular cityscape outside.  John took me in his arms and we ardently kissed. His deep lingering kisses titillated my body.  I needed him to take me then and there.   If I had my way, he'd have thrown me onto the bed, ripped open my clothes with wanton abandon and made mad passionate love to me. 

      John instead carefully unbuttoned my shirt and expertly unhooked my bra. Then, he moved behind me.  I took off my blouse and flung it onto the floor.  My aroused body was eager to have his hands all over me.  John quickly got undressed.  He knew that nibbling on the side of my neck with his bare chest pressed against my back, turned the flicker in my hot pussy into a flaming passion. His moving fingers groped at my excited tits, reaching for them beneath the bra that still held them captive.  He helped remove my brassiere and held onto my bountiful breasts, caressing my firm nipples tenderly.

      John turned me around to face him and our wanting lips locked together. Our eager tongues danced in unison as our adventurous hands continued its exploration.  I reached out and slowly stroked his thriving member; it grew quickly under my loving touch. 

      I got down on my knees and lustfully sucked on his pulsing rod. My head moved up and down his flourishing shaft and over his purple swollen cockhead.  I looked up into his eyes and watched how he enjoyed the experience of my lips all over his expanding instrument. I deliberately pulled his booming dick out of my warm mouth and licked every inch of its tip, including fastidiously circling his piss hole.

      With supersonic speed, he pulled me up and stripped me of the rest of my garments.  John led me to our love spot on the bed.  I'd lie on the bed and after another lingering kiss, he'd slowly move down to between my thighs.  He positioned himself for what he told me was what he loved to do best, eat my sweet pussy.

      John's searching tongue went into every part of my inviting folds of womanhood.  He softly bit on my luscious lips.  The more I squirmed with delight, the deeper his diving tongue went into my wet hole. My soft moans still not equal to the brewing excitement within me.  His determined tongue moved back and forth into my moistened slit until I couldn't take it any longer.  My overwhelming need to have his prick inside my starving cunt, overtook my body.

      "Fuck me," I begged.

      "How badly do you want it, baby?" he'd teasingly ask.  

      "Please fuck me, John. I need it NOW." 

      John quickly sprang into action.  He went to his pants and removed a rubber. He placed his condom on his ready instrument.  He liked missionary style and I didn't know about the other positions. It felt so damn good that I wouldn't have cared anyhow. 

      He spread my legs wide and his erect dick slammed into my lusting pussy.  He rapidly pumped his stiff pole repeatedly in and out of my tight cunt.  He rhythmically thrust inside my titillated twat until his sperm emptied into his safe.  We'd end up falling asleep in each other's arms.  Later we woke up and went out to eat at some weird hour during the night.  Thank heavens Montreal restaurants were open so late or we would have starved.