Phone Sex

Sex hotlines were George's passion. He loved having phone sex with unknown women and searched for new pink lines to call and satisfy his passion. He had found a dating website on the internet and was fishing for chicks. His strategy was to send hundreds of messages to as many girls as he could find on the dating site, hoping some would reply to him.

- I'll buy you a drink, do you want to fuck? Wow, wow, what a hot piece you are, I want to fuck you…. 95% of the women didn't reply to him and George would jerk off in the booth of the internet cafe where he spent his days and nights in an attempt to get a girl.

- Come on, let me take you for a blowjob, ass, do you want me to come and wreck your pussy, do you want to go out tonight, what kind of thong are you wearing… The slutty, black women's underwear was his ultimate fetish. He collected women's underwear from all the women he managed to fuck. Obligatory after the fucking he would take their panties, after first soaking them with pussy juice so they would smell and remind him of who he fucked. He went crazy at the sight of them. He kept them in his house in a large closet and every night he would jerk off smelling the dirty panties.

After his cock got hard he would call the pink phone and start his own: - Come on, let me tear the black panties you're wearing, you little whore, you little slut, I'm going to fuck you in the ass and the pussy, I'll give you 300 euros to give me blowjobs, I want to lick your pussy….

The woman on the pink phone line did her job and kept him aroused by saying dirty things and turning him on even more. George would cum in the end and the next day he would call her again. He was a very horny guy. His friends called him scum. He was a guy who worked nights as a doorman at a shitty bar with whores and every night he saw customers taking the whores and fucking them, but George didn't have the cash since he worked for a shitty salary, and he settled for endlessly searching for chicks on the dating site. There he played the role of the horny guy

- I'll give you 200 euros to fuck you, you little whore, do you like crazy fucking, I want to eat your pussy, I'll tear you up tonight…. The women who bothered to reply to him fell into two categories. The first were the professional whores. Like those at the place he worked. They didn't care who would fuck them but how much cash they would make that night, so they would give him their phone number and arrange a meeting at some shitty hotel where the scum would fuck them and pay them.

The second category of women from the dating sites felt sorry for him and thought he was mentally ill and offered to help him. George didn't reply to their messages and searched for new women who didn't know him to write his own messages and get horny so he could then go to his cafe booth and jerk off.

- Do you want me to tear you up, you little slut, I give good pussy licking, do you like a blowjob from a 20 cm cock, I'll buy you a drink, do you want to fuck?…. He wasn't so interested in finding someone to fuck that night but he loved the crazy thrill of hitting on women from behind a computer screen. Then he would call the pink phone where the girl had him as a regular customer and would fulfill his perverted whims. After he "fucked" her over the phone he would pull a thick load, splattering the wall of his room, and go to the cafe to continue. George had incredible stamina. That's how he "entertained" his sickness, thinking he was a stud and a fucker.

Sex hotlines are a good thrill but it's better to go to a brothel and fuck a real whore to get your rocks off….