Playing with a Perv On the Other End of the Line

There are few things as fun as playing with a perv.

Especially one who makes it obvious. Two days ago, I got a call from a phone company (maybe it was a scam), but I had nothing better to do, so I answered the phone. The man on the other end of the line pretended to be sweet and professional, but I knew it was his job. Which was when I decided it would be more fun playing with a perv than answering questions. I pulled out my sexy, breathy voice and kept asking him to explain, started complimenting his voice and telling him how sexy he sounded, I could hear his breathing get heavy.

I might have even heard a zipper go down. A scammer turned perv. I kept crooning to him, faking a moan every now and again, asking what he was doing. He tried to stay on script, but I made sure he heard my pout. Playing with a perv meant pushing all the limits. We weren’t playing his game anymore, we were playing mine.

So I asked him to read slower, giggled and teased my nipples, loving how his voice got rougher and how obvious he made it. Since I was playing with a perv, I knew I was going to win, but he was making it so easy. We’d just started and I could already hear the shuffle of clothing and could picture him freeing his cock and stroking himself just to the sound of my voice. I knew I was hot. I knew I was sitting there in tiny cheeky panties and a tank top that was nearly see-through, but he didn’t know that. All he had was a voice that sounded hot and eager.

He didn’t realize I only cared about playing with a perv.

That was part of the fun. Rather than letting him continue, I told him how hot I was, that my A/C was broken and if he could help with that it would be so much better. I couldn’t even wear shorts. I could barely keep a shirt on because it was just… so… hot. That time I heard a groan and I knew the game was on. I was officially playing with a perv and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

Moaning softly, I let him ask me questions that were definitely not work appropriate. I could hear how hard he was breathing and I could tell he was trying to hide it. Just like I could hear people in the background. A few moans, me mentioning how hot I was, what I was wearing, and a few other details had him eagerly jerking off in the middle of the office. I knew I always won while playing with a perv, but this was faster than I planned.

I was playing with a perv and an easy one at that. And, I giggled when he asked how much I liked his voice and if I was willing to listen to his pitch if he said it slow and if he let me get off. Then, I pretended to moan again and kept teasing him, working him up more and more. Scammer turned to lusty putty with little more than my voice. It was so fun. Even though it was just a game, I liked the image of him stroking his cock, all lubed up and wet just because he could hear me.

I thought about touching myself, but I was playing with a perv, not my own pussy … this time.

I started to hear the wet strokes I imagined and smiled. And I would tell him I knew. I couldn’t wait to tell him that I’d caught him. Playing with a perv required the right timing though. I wanted him right on the edge. I wanted him moaning, so I told him that I’d listen to him enjoying himself to my voice. That if he really liked me that much, he’d let me hear it. He hesitated. He realized then that I was just playing with a perv and enjoying it, but I wasn’t ready to be done. Not with his breathy moans, his panting, the sound of his hand moving over his cock. I grinned. “Finish before you hang up or I’ll tell on you, perv.”

He let out a weak moan, then I heard it, really heard him stroking himself and jerking off for me. I started fingering my clit over my panties and grinned. I kept talking to him, telling him how much I liked playing with a perv, how easy it had been to catch him, and how naughty he was. Finally, he came, then hung up, leaving me wet and needy.

I’m eager to start playing with another perv. Could it be you?

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