6 Former Phone-Sex Operators Recall Their Strangest Clients (NSFW)

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1. He only wanted to talk about getting his hair cut.

He only wanted to talk about getting his hair cut. I was warned that if the conversation turned sexy he’d hang up. He called once a week to talk for an hour. My bread and butter.

2. Weirdest memory was a man who wanted to role-play him being a lesbian and me being his mother.

I had a lot of clients that I really enjoyed talking to. My favorite had to be a young deaf guy who spent at least half the time just typing back and forth about whatever. He wanted to buy my kid an American girl doll for Christmas but of course I couldn’t let him do that, so he ended up giving me a $115 tip on top of what he was already paying. He was just a very nice man whose disability made him too nervous to talk to most women.

Weirdest memory was a man who wanted to role-play him being a lesbian and me being his mother. When he first approached me he spoke as if we were continuing a conversation that had already been started. The first thing he said to me was “Sorry it’s been a long day, but I finally got the heat fixed. Where were we.” Then he went on to tell me about how he and his mother have been getting along so great since they took their relationship to the next level. He did most of the talking so I just went with it, but I felt awkward the entire time because it seemed like the line between fantasy and reality was a bit blurred for him. I had to give him up as a client, which was kind of difficult because he never wanted me to get naked and it sucks giving up a client that wants you to keep your clothes on.

3. I literally had to take notes of shit he was saying.

To be honest a guy would just call me to talk about his life (failing marriage, issues with his kids) and was genuinely a nice guy. It just got intense when I literally had to take notes of shit he was saying, because if I forgot a detail the next time we spoke, he would sometimes get upset.

4. The worst was the sadist.

My best phone (with cam) customer was the foot fetish guy. I did phone sex, cam work, stripping…and the foot fetish guys are the best, hands down. He just wanted me to put the camera on the floor and pose my feet in sandals. He would go absolutely nuts if I flashed my instep, or stood up on the balls of my feel so he could see the underside. He called multiple times a day and even commissioned a video of me teasingly dangling a pair of heels off my feet, dropping them, arching my feet, spreading my toes, etc.

The worst was the sadist. Now, I like me a sadist, being a masochist, but this dude was a true sadist. He wanted to harm me, just not hurt me. At one point he told me to take a bottle of vodka and put the neck in my ass, then tilt the contents into my rectum. When I refused, on the grounds that it would harm me, or potentially kill me, he just laughed and said that was the point. I hung up on him, blocked him, and reported him to the company. Disgusting.

5. He was into prepubescent girls and boys and liked being berated for it.

I only worked as a PSO for a couple months before my mother fell ill and I had to quit but my most memorable was a guy that I talked to a couple times. The first time he began the call by asking what I would think if he told me that he was a big fucking pervert. I didn’t really know how to respond. I basically just muttered that I like perverts and then he hung up on me. The second time I was better prepared. The rest of the call I learned that he was into prepubescent girls and boys and liked being berated for it. He had very specific scenarios he wanted to play out, which made me wonder. I ended up googling him and he is a registered sex offender.

The calls from guys that are into gagging and vomiting were the worst though. I can fake gag only a few times before it turns into actual gagging and throwing up. Those were rough ones that left me feeling worse about my career choice than any other call.

Oh and I can’t believe I forgot to mention it but I’m fairly certain I spoke to a celebrity that was on a very “friend”ly sitcom.

6. His fetish was enormous breasts.

I used to be a text sex operator. In the back of British newspapers and magazines there used to be a series of adverts saying things like “text BABE to 83777 to speak to a hot girl in your area”. There may still be, I don’t know. I was one of those babes (well, several). I’m a dude by the way.

Out of all of our crazy regulars two spring immediately to mind. We had pseudonyms for all of our regulars, created by whatever operator happened to have a moment of inspiration when dealing with them. So let’s talk about 10,000″ Stan first.

His fetish was enormous breasts. Chats with him revolved around a magic substance called “expandium”—I don’t know whether he invented this or one of the other operators did. It caused the breasts to swell, and he would insist that the girl stuffed her breasts with it. Every session went the same way. He’d say “how big are they now? I bet they hurt! Shove some more in!” and you’d have to pretend to shove your boobs full of the stuff until they were as big as planets. As funny as this initially was, his sessions went on for hours and we had guidelines about how descriptive and expansive our replies had to be. We had to fill the whole 140 character message with original text time after time and he’d just text back “more! Do it again!”

The other regular that’s worth talking about was Prakash Boringest Man. As the pseudonym suggests, this dude was dull. He worked in a furniture store (in the warehouse part) and he didn’t even want to jack off that often, he just talked about his day. His really boring day. For hours. Bear in mind messages received by this service were charged at £1+VAT. He spent huge amounts of money having dull conversations with a fictitious girl. I occasionally wonder how this guy is doing. I’m pretty sure the service I worked for has long since shut down – I wonder if he graduated to actual hookers. He’d be spending about the same amount of money and at least he’d have a real woman to talk to.

Anyway the others were unremarkable. A few into underage play (we had to be clear we were 18 but looked and acted younger). By far the most common type were submissives who wanted to be abused via SMS. Those were the hardest work from my perspective, because I couldn’t relate to what they wanted.

I only did it for a few months but it was decent money for a second job and I could do it from my sofa. TC mark

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