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by Marlayna Dawson

If you missed, read Part 1 of Marlayna Dawson’s “Tales of a Former Phone Sex Queen” here at Fatale’s blog.

The Voyeur
Barry was 32 and a happily married father of two. He told me his wife was a gorgeous, open-minded redhead, and they had a great sex life – yet he called me at least once a week and pretended I was his childhood sweetheart – with a 21st-century twist.

He was one of a certain type of caller who’d feed me every detail of his story on the first call, and wouldn’t allow any deviation. These guys were like little kids who want the same fairytale read to them every night at bedtime – the familiarity comforted them like a cup of warm cocoa.

My name in the story was Jan, and I’d known Barry since we were four years old, when we played doctor. His was the first penis I ever saw, and mine was his first pussy. We went all the way as teenagers, but only once. The twist in the plot was this: Jan, or me, was now a lesbian, and I told Barry all about my affairs with women. He told me about his sex life, too. Basically, we were jack-off buddies. It was a voyeur-exhibitionist thing, but as I said, with a twist.

“Last week,” I whispered into the phone, “I picked up this little blonde in the women’s bar. She’d only been with chicks a couple of times, but she’d got the taste of pussy and couldn’t control herself. I think she hangs out waiting for an older gal like me to overtake her.

Well, Barry, you know me: I didn’t disappoint her. I took that sweet babe home and spread her out on my big comfy bed and ate her till she creamed on my face. Then I strapped on a dildo and fucked the living daylights out of her. When she left she could hardly walk.”

I suppressed a giggle – the story Barry made me tell was so-o-o-o corny.

I could always tell by Barry’s breathing and silence when I had him where I wanted him, in a drooling sex trance. Then I switched tracks, teasing him with stuff like, “You’d really love to fuck me again, wouldn’t you?” or “Too bad I don’t like to suck dick anymore.”

Barry gave it right back to me. “Yeah, well, you should’ve seen Nancy suck my dick last night, better than you ever did. She got down on her knees in front of the mirror, slurping till I came in her mouth. You never used to let me come in your mouth. I bet you miss it now, you dyke slut.”

We’d laugh like crazy talking this way, masturbate, and Barry always came – once in a while I did too, but most of the time I faked it to help him along.

Barry’s wife had no idea he called a phone sex service – but she did know he was a sucker for woman-to-woman sex, and sometimes they watched lesbian videos together. Whenever I came across a good one, I’d tell him about it. I used to find this part of our “relationship” exciting – sometimes I’d fantasize about Barry and Nancy watching lesbian videos, or Barry secretly thinking about “Jan” when they had sex. It was all just good dirty fun!

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Marlayna Dawson lives in California. Read part 1 of her “Tales of a Former Phone Sex Queen.”

To see a video about dirty talk, check out Talk to Me Baby by S.I.R. Video diva Shar Rednour.

To see a good lesbian video that would be good for straight couples, check out One Night Stand, winner of “Sexiest Dyke Movie” from the Feminist Porn Awards.