Heather wasn’t your average phone sex operator. In her world, the sensual and explicit blurred the lines of reality. With a confident smirk and a twinkle in her eye, she knew exactly how to tease her callers, keeping them on the hook with every sultry instruction.
“Welcome, boys. I’m Heather,” she purred into the receiver, her voice dripping with seduction. “If you’re ready for a slow, sensual jerk off, then you’ve come to the right place.”
She knew how to control every stroke, every moan, every ruined orgasm. Heather’s power lay in the way her words could make a grown man weak in the knees.
“Gently, now. Take your cock in your hand and give it a few slow strokes. Let me hear those deep breaths and moans of pleasure.”
Her voice was like silk, smooth and tantalizing. She knew just the right tone to use, the perfect pace to keep her caller on edge.
“That’s it, baby. Keep those strokes nice and slow. Imagine it’s my soft hand wrapped around your hard shaft.”
Heather loved the sound of her caller’s labored breathing on the other end of the line. She could picture his stroking hand, the ache of need building in his heavy balls.
“Are you close, my darling? I can hear how hard you’re throbbing for me. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”
Heather’s words were a wicked command, leaving her caller no choice but to obey. She controlled every inch of his body, every spike of pleasure and pain.
“Let’s slow it down now. Pull your hand away and let the ache settle for a moment. You’re going to wait for my permission to jerk that cock again.”
Heather’s smile grew wider as she listened to her caller whimper in frustration. The power she held was intoxicating.
“Stroke it again now, nice and slow. Remember, these are my jerk-off instructions. Your pleasure belongs to me tonight.”
She could hear the desperation in his voice, feel his need pulsing through the phone. Heather reveled in the knowledge that he was completely at her mercy.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby? Beg for it like a good boy. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you have your ruined orgasm.”
Heather loved watching her caller unravel, his control slipping away with every word. She held the power to give him the most intense pleasure of his life.
“Now, stroke faster. Harder. Ah, yes, I can hear how close you are. Let it go, my darling. Cum for me now!”
She listened as her caller hit his peak, his labored moans of ecstasy filling the line. Heather’s smile was wicked and triumphant. She had done it again, reducing another man to a quivering mess with nothing more than her voice and jerk-off instructions.
As the caller’s breaths evened out, Heather spoke again, her tone sweet and seductive. “Thank you for your pleasure tonight. Don’t forget who controls your orgasms now.”
And with those final words, she hung up the phone, ready to take on her next eager caller. Heather knew her place in this world – the seductress in command, the wicked vixen with a voice that ruled them all.