Your roommate is a phone sex operator. You found out by accident, and now you can’t stop thinking about it.
She – Hannah – always pays the rent on time and always seems to have plenty of money, but she was vague about what she does for a living – “remote customer service” is the best you’ve gotten her to admit. True enough, it seems like she’s always talking to someone while she’s working from home, but there’s something about the cadence of her speech… the constant teasing pulse of it, so warm and thick.
The walls are thin in this apartment – not so thin you can hear exactly what she’s saying but enough that you can hear the purpose throbbing through. That low pitched rumble seems to purr non-stop, pulsing in the background while you peck and poke at spreadsheets in the next room.
It was that time she left her door cracked, that’s what makes you so curious. You never would have suspected her job was anything salacious, but you couldn’t help but overhear her as you walked down the hall:
“You’re going to wrap your hand around your cock and slide it up and down for me…good boy…that feels good, doesn’t it?”
“You like cumming for me? You want to cum soon? Not until I say yes.”
You quickly returned to your room, aroused and confused and a little ashamed. You wouldn’t eavesdrop intentionally but…you really want to hear more.
You thought you were doing a good job, not thinking about her sexually – she’s a thicc redhead, it’s a struggle – but this new piece of information is a little too much.
When her door is fully closed you can’t hear much, even with your ear pressed against it. Lucky for you, the vent at the head of your bed catches and funnels her voice just right.
It guarantees she’s always in the back of your mind, even when she’s locked away for hours in her own space. It would be companionable if it didn’t make you constantly horny thinking about her. You’ve got to manage it like an addiction – make sure you’re at your computer, doing your own work-from-home duties, before she starts hers.
You made the mistake of sleeping in late one day – you woke up with your cock achingly hard and your head swimming, and it took you a minute to recognize the sound of Hannah’s laughter in your ears. You’re usually at your desk at this hour – and so is she. Her voice just barely travels through perfectly to this spot in the corner of your bed.
“Yes, you were a very good boy… I like when you obey me…”
“Yes, you may touch yourself… tell me, Goddess Hannah makes you feel good, doesn’t she? Say my name. Tell me how good you feel.”
“I love hearing you moan, sweet boy. Keep stroking, make yourself feel good for your Goddess…mhmm…now I want you to keep one hand on your cock and the other one is going to pinch your nipple as hard as you can…tug it…does it sting? Oooh, that hurts, huh? You can stop now, good boy…mmm…now switch hands…”
It’s only then you realize you’ve been automatically following her instructions – you’ve pulled your cock out from under the sheets, slowly pumping into your left hand while your right nipple burns impudently – and nearly fall out of bed rushing to get away from the pull of her hypnotic voice. It’s not that you don’t like it – you do – but it feels too good. Like if you start listening to her – or even got a dose of talking to her live – you might never be satisfied by anything else. The way her voice seems to wrap around your whole body and turns you into helpless mush – that’s terrifying, isn’t it? It makes your heart pound wildly – but only now that you’re free. When her words were in control, you were calm and happy.
You try so hard not to think about her, not to listen. You can’t hear her words unless you’re in you’re bed, so you’re mostly safe as long as you’re working and focusing on other things. But she seems to put a lot of hours into “chatting” and it seems like her voice is constantly humming into the cracks of your head, seducing and pulling your attention in her direction.
Anyway, if it’s a challenge to concentrate on your spreadsheets knowing your roommate is inspiring others to obscene acts from the other room, it’s even more difficult when you run into her in person at lunch time. Hannah’s thick ass filling her tights perfectly, her big tits struggling to stay in her shirt and her red hair larger than life – you’re practically hiding a stiffy before she even opens her mouth.
You’re too embarrassed to admit you know everything that mouth talks about, and fine, yes, part of you is dying to know what that mouth would do, but you don’t have a chance. You can barely stutter hello.
You’ve resigned yourself to this distant torment. You’ll never get all of her – that’s for men strong enough to submit to her power. But that whisper of a voice keeps beckoning from your bed…
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