I got on the phone last night in the middle of the third quarter of the Superbowl last night thinking that I would probably get ZERO calls. I got very few, which was fine by me, but the ones I did get were so similar it was wierd.

What kind of man calls phone sex during the middle of the Superbowl? Sick men who want to hurt you. The first guy calls and tells me he wants to fuck my ass hard, he wants to hear me moan in pain. Fine. This is his fantasy that he is paying $4 a minute for and my job is CUSTOMER SERVICE (I have to repeat it over and over to myself so I remember and don't turn into a bitch to these guys when they want a submissive person to hurt). Okay, he is fucking my ass, I'm on my stomach and he's pounding away really hard. But then the kicker! I asked him if he wanted to switch positions, trying to force some of that blood from his cock back up to his brain to make the call longer. Here's his answer,

"I don't know, you are the one in charge."

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't hold back,

"You've got me lying on my stomach and you are pounding my ass so hard that you are hurting me. I'm obviously not the one in charge here."

"Oh, right."

I don't remember the rest of the call, but even with that bitch remark in the middle of the call, he stayed on for 11 minutes. Not great, but one of the best from last night.

The only other call I got while the Superbowl was still on was from this guy who said he wanted to hear me fuck my pussy hard and hurt it. What the fuck!?!?

"You want me to hurt myself?"

"Yeah, jam it in there and make it hurt."

Sometimes after listening to this stuff, I get really pissed off and my mantra of "Customer Service" flies out the window. I just can't believe the things these pervs say to me.

But there is your answer as to what kind of men call phone sex during the Superbowl, sick fucks who want to use sex to hurt women. Yeah, it is only a fantasy line, and yeah, I only have an 'n' of 2, but I don't care, I hate those fucking pervs.