Another Day of Hard Work in Phone Sex

I know a lot of people think phone sex is an easy job. Just breathe heavily into some guy's ear and moan, right? You can do it while doing your laundry, filing your nails, playing WoW...

Normally this is just not the case. It's a real job with its own ups and downs, as those of you who've been here before know. Of course today is the exception that keeps me from finding a straight job. I'm totally exhausted from a hard day of work- in the sense of totally exhausted that includes a flushed face, mussed hair, and forgetting how to type my own name.

It's difficult, forcing yourself to come into work (two, three feet away from bed) when you're sick. It's hard work, squeezing four orgasms from my tired fingers and pink, greedy cunt after only four hours of sleep. My pupils seem to be permanently dilated and my left hand is numb. I think I'm actually developing carpal tunnel.

Lest you think me unprofessional I assure you I'm perfectly capable of working in a pants-mandantory environment; hell, I can both refrain from orgasming on calls and give good service (wink, wink) during the 30 days a year when I am just not in the mood. I can do my job with a straight face, with clothes, with my hands on my desk instead of under my sheets.

Of course, when you're sick you need to reward yourself a little for coming in to work anyway. So I allow myself the indulgence of real orgasms and real spankings. I take the PSO's lazy way out and let my squeals of pleasure do the work for me, instead of having to wrack my brain for ways to describe licking a cock. But most men agree that girly participation is good, so instead of complaints I get stars- 5 of them. Another mission completed satisfactorily.

It's a high pressure job, honestly. Some days I don't know how I manage.

Sarcasm aside, I really am kind of wiped out after today. It's kind of embarrassing because it's purely from undersleeping and overorgasming after a bad bug. I highly recommend it though. The orgasms seemed to help more than anything else did. Mmm... time to find a naughty nurse.

Two of the orgasms were hot and dirty intense quickies from one of my newer regulars; he'd set up an appointment call. Apparently I seem to have a problem displaying myself like a slut should: naked, kneeling or on my hands and knees, with nipple clamps screwed on tightly and the word WHORE scrawled across my shaved pussy in ruby lipstick.

We always have fun together. He's as into spankings as I am and has a delicious way of describing how he roughfucks my ass while I suffer noisily (and very enjoyably).

It's just more fun to go to bed after you've been humiliated, punished, and fucked.

The other two orgasms were this afternoon, slow and torturously teasing until I was incoherent- and those were presents you'll get to unwrap later. They were a joint gift. I'm sworn to say no more for now, but I hope you'll like your presents.