Monika closed her hotel room door behind her, slipping off her heels with a tired sigh. The conference had drained her. Meetings, small talk, forced smiles—all of it left her wound tight and restless. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound as she crossed the dimly lit room, tossing her blazer on the chair.
She wasn’t ready for sleep. Not yet.
Her eyes drifted to her phone on the nightstand. She hesitated, then bit her lip, fingers tapping the screen with practiced ease. The Phone Sex Chatline website was still up. She’d read about it months ago but never had the nerve to call.
Tonight, though, was different.
Her pulse quickened as she pressed connect.
A few short rings, then a soft click.
“Hello,” a man’s voice greeted her, smooth and deep.
She swallowed. “Hi.”
“I’m Mike,” he continued, voice rich with an easy calm. “First time?”
“Yeah,” Monika admitted. “It’s… been a long day. Needed something different.”
Mike chuckled softly. “I’m glad you called, then. No pressure. Just two strangers talking, seeing where it goes.”
His voice wrapped around her like warm silk. She sat on the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while holding the phone with the other.
“So, where are you calling from?” he asked, tone casual.
“Hotel room. Out of town for business,” she answered, voice dropping slightly.
“Alone?”
“Completely.”
Mike paused, letting the silence thicken just a little before speaking again. “Perfect. That makes this feel… even more private, doesn’t it?”
Monika exhaled. “It does.”
She could hear him breathing, slow and steady. It was oddly intimate, like he was right there with her.
“What are you wearing, Monika?” Mike asked gently.
She glanced down. Her blouse was open, exposing the lace of her bra. “My work clothes. Well, what’s left of them. I just undid my blouse.”
“Tell me more.”
“White lace bra. Black pencil skirt. My heels are off, though.”
Mike hummed in approval. “You sound beautiful.”
Her skin tingled at the compliment. “What about you?”
Mike’s voice dropped slightly. “Just sweatpants. Bare chest. I was about to turn in before you called… but now I’m wide awake.”
Monika smiled, feeling a thrill run through her stomach. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.”
“Not at all,” Mike said. “In fact, I hope you keep me up a while.”
The tone shifted. Slower. Heavier.
“Have you done this before, Monika?”
“Phone sex? No.”
Mike paused again. “That’s exciting. You’re going to make your first time memorable.”
His voice was hypnotic, guiding her as her fingers drifted along her thighs.
“I like your voice,” Monika whispered.
“And I like how you’re already getting comfortable with me.”
Her breath hitched. “Maybe a little.”
“Do you touch yourself when you’re out of town like this?”
“Sometimes.”
“Are you touching yourself now?”
Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, brushing over her silk panties. “Not yet,” she whispered.
“Do it for me,” Mike said, voice dark and smooth. “Slide your hand down, nice and slow.”
She obeyed, her fingertips grazing over her panties, feeling the growing heat between her thighs.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” he asked.
Monika moaned softly. “Yes.”
“I want you to pull your panties to the side.”
She slipped the fabric away, exposing her slick folds to the cool air.
“Good girl,” Mike whispered. “Now slide two fingers inside.”
Her breath caught as she obeyed, her fingers gliding in easily, her body already pulsing with need.
Mike groaned softly in her ear. “I can hear how wet you are.”
She whimpered, biting her lip. “It feels so good.”
“Don’t go too fast yet,” he cautioned. “Let it build.”
She moaned, obeying his every word.
“Tell me something, Monika,” Mike whispered. “Do you like to be in control? Or do you like being told what to do?”
Her breath trembled. “I like both… but right now, I want you to take control.”
“That’s exactly what I was hoping for,” he growled. “Imagine me behind you. Grabbing your hips. Forcing you to take every inch of me.”
Her back arched involuntarily at the mental image.
“Say it,” Mike demanded.
“I want you to take me,” she whispered.
“You want to be used, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
Mike’s breathing was heavier now. “I’d pull your hair back. Slam into you. Make you beg.”
“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers moving faster now, slick and desperate.
“You’d take every inch like a good little slut.”
“Yes, Mike.”
He growled into the phone. “Stroke your clit while you fuck yourself with your fingers. I want you to come hard for me.”
Monika obeyed, her fingers circling her swollen clit as she thrust into herself. The pressure built quickly, her body trembling.
“You’re so close,” Mike whispered. “Don’t hold back. Let it happen.”
Her moans grew louder, her body arching as the first waves of her orgasm hit her.
“That’s it,” Mike groaned. “Come for me.”
Her climax tore through her, hot and electric, leaving her gasping and shaking.
Mike’s breath was ragged on the other end. “You sound incredible.”
Monika smiled through her panting. “That was… amazing.”
Mike let out a low chuckle. “You were perfect.”
They both sat in silence for a moment, letting the heavy air settle.
“I’ve never done that before,” Monika said softly.
“First time for everything,” Mike replied. “And you handled it perfectly.”
Her pulse still fluttered, her body still warm.
“Thank you for that,” she whispered.
“Anytime,” Mike said. “And next time… maybe we’ll take it even further.”
Monika’s smile grew as she whispered, “I hope so.”