Cold Calling

Once I had a cold call from a charity, asking if I wanted to donate regularly through my bank account. The lady making the call was very polite, but could tell that I wasn’t very interested. She seemed to sense that I was preoccupied. Judging by her voice and telephone manner, I’d guess that she’d have been in her middle 60’s, doing something after she had retired from formal work. “I know I’m not getting anywhere with you” she said. “You seem to be preoccupied, is that correct?” she asked me, in her formal, ‘talking to a potential client’ voice. “Well, yes, I was in the middle of something when you called” I said. “I’m sorry. May I ask, what did I interrupt?” she politely enquired. There was a long pause where I said nothing. Then she broke the silence with a stifled giggle. “May I ask, was it perhaps, something naughty?” I still said nothing. The silence seemed to speak volumes. “This something you were doing, were you doing it alone perhaps?” she asked me. Thinking that I’d best say something, I said “Yes”. “Hmm. Intriguing. Was it something enjoyable?” she asked me quietly. “Yes, it was” I replied, warming to her, and her voice. “Hmm. Was it in fact more than enjoyable, was it perhaps, rather pleasurable for you?” she further enquired. “There was a degree of pleasure involved, yes” I admitted. “That’s most interesting. Now for the sake of my own, private survey, might I ask you what type of pleasure was involved? Was it perhaps, the self-giving variety?” At that point, I began laughing. “Actually, yes it was” I replied. There was a throaty chuckle at the other end of the line. “Well now. I cannot say things that might be overheard here. You though, however, could describe what it was that I have interrupted you doing, couldn’t you?” the lady asked. “I could indeed” I replied. “I may need some prompts, or direction from time to time though” I added. “That won’t be a problem. I’d be more than happy to help you out” the lady said, in a now sexier purr of a voice. “Well, when you called me I was actually amusing myself” I told my mystery caller. “Oh? How? Were you doing something ‘hands on’?” asked my older lady. “Yes, well, that’s one way of putting it” I replied. Again, there was a chuckle. “Please, do explain, in full detail. I need to try and visualise what it was that you were up to when I interrupted you” the lady explained. Well, how could I not tell this mysterious older woman?  "Fair enough. But may I ask your name first please? It’d be impolite not to know who I’m talking to” I asked her. “My name is Hannah” the lady replied. “And I know it’s not polite, but may I also ask your age please?” I queried. “Is that an essential piece of information?” asked Hannah. “It may, erm, assist in an ongoing activity” I replied. “Oh, really? How nice. So now it’s moved on from an interrupted activity to an ongoing one?” queried Hannah. “Let’s just say the requested information could help me restart my interrupted activity” I said.  “Really? Well then I’m actually 63” said Hannah. “Does that help you out?” she asked me. “Indeed, it does Hannah” I said. “Quite nicely too” I added. “So then, you’ve still not told me exactly what you were doing, or are about to continue doing. Pray, do tell me. Please” purred Hannah softly down the phone line. “Well Hannah, I was sitting here at my computer, browsing the internet, and had begun to play with myself” I said. “Well, that’s interesting” said Hannah. “What exactly do you mean by ‘play with yourself’? I find it most helpfully if the exact actions, or correct words are used.” “Hannah. You sound like one of my old English teachers” I commented. “That’s probably because I was a teacher” she replied. “What did you teach Hannah?” I asked her. “Mainly English, but I sometimes allowed myself to teach young men other things in private” she said in a suggestive way. “Oh? Really?” I said. “Yes, really. I rather enjoyed my private lessons” Hannah said, “they were really, quite a treat. But now, back to you. What exactly, were you doing to before I called?” she asked again, bringing the conversation back on track. I chose to answer her with the correct word. “Masturbating” I replied. “That’s a lovely hobby” she commented, before asking, “With stimulus?” “Honestly Hannah, I was looking online for older women who might excite me” I admitted. “Interesting. Just images, or were you hoping for someone on the phone, or perhaps in person?” asked Hannah. “All of the above” I replied. “Well. Now that you have one on the phone, has that induced you to restart your interrupted activity?” Hannah asked me. “Yes, it has. Thank you” I said. “Good. Please feel free to describe what you are doing right now” Hannah said. “Hannah, I’m sitting here with the phone in my left hand and my hard cock in my right” I let Hannah know. Hannah didn’t seem at all surprised or shocked. In fact, she asked me, “That sounds lovely. Were you intending to do anything with it?” she asked. “Well, I thought I might start masturbating again Hannah” I said. “Excellent. Well, don’t mind me. In fact, I’d rather like it if you did” Hannah said. “You would?” I asked, now aroused fully. “Yes. It’s really such a pity it’s not in person though” Hannah said, with a sigh. “You’d enjoy that? Me masturbating, for you in person?” I enquired. “Of course. You wouldn’t be the first young man to do that” Hannah admitted. “Really?” I said surprised. “Yes. My students were very keen to help themselves out in that fashion, especially after a prolonged, intensive, oral lesson” she said. “Crikey”, I said. “Oral?” I asked her. “Yes, indeed. My students had needs in both written and oral examinations. I found that me helping them practice oral skills really made a difference to their experience of the English language” she added.  “Wow. I’m imagining that they had a good time with you” I said. “Oh, trust me, I’m an excellent oral teacher. No one has ever complained about my skills in that department” said Hannah, with a mild chuckle. “You seem to have gone rather quiet, are you perhaps preoccupied with the task at hand?” Hannah asked me. “I am Hannah” I confessed as I masturbated, imagining this well-spoken, mature, lady teacher, sucking on her young, male students’ cocks. “Perhaps I should just to let you know that I’ve pored some baby oil over my cock while we have been talking, and now I’m slowly masturbating. For you Hannah” I said. “That sounds lovely. Just how far along have you got? Is it going well for you? I trust that I’ve helped stimulate you’re a renewal of interest in your hobby?” asked Hannah. “Very much so, Hannah” I replied. “Splendid. My students never failed to please me with their results. I’d hope that you wouldn’t either” said a prim voiced Hannah. “Oh, I don’t feel there’s any worry for you there Hannah” I informed her. “Things are progressing nicely then?” she enquired. “They are” I answered. “In fact, I think there may soon be a conclusion” I let her know. “Fabulous to hear” she said. “I will be able to hear, won’t I?” she asked me, meaningfully. “I’d be more than happy to share my climax with you Hannah” I gasped as I got close to spunking. “Lovely. It really is such a shame it isn’t in person though. Don’t you agree?” asked Hannah. “I do” I panted, adding “especially as I’ve missed out on the oral lesson session”. “Oh, that could so easily be remedied. Should you really feel my skills would assist you in the future, I’m sure something could be arranged. Of course, it’s not going to help you in your current predicament though. For that, you will have to rely on your imagination and your own efforts” Hannah said. “Hannah, I’m about to cum” I informed her. “Wonderful” she replied. “Might I ask, do you like the thought that a man of 30 is talking to you while he’s pulling on his cock and about to spunk?” I asked her. “Yes, I do” Hannah replied. “You are the same age as my son’s lovely friends. They have sometimes required lessons too over the years” she added. Breathing heavily, I panted down the phone line, “I’m about to cum Hannah”. “Please, do it” she replied, a slight catch in her voice. So, I did, quite noisily. “Thank you, Hannah” I eventually said. “Oh you are most welcome” she said. “You’ve given me plenty of food for thought” she added. “Do you need a break, perhaps a quick one in the bathroom?” I asked her, suggestively. “Yes, yes I think I need to visit the ladies room” she answered. “For a quick fingering?” I asked her.  “Perhaps” she laughed. Then asked, “Would you mind awfully if I called you later on, this evening, just to check that you’ve not changed your mind about making a donation?” Hannah asked me. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d welcome it. We could discuss me donating to you in person if you like?” I said. “Oh, yes, that would be fabulous. Especially if it were as large a donation as it seemed to be at the end there” she purred. “It’s a deal. We’ll make arrangements for a date for you to take my donation. Perhaps at a location of your choosing Hannah?” I suggested. “That would be acceptable. I’ll check my diary and see when I’m free. Now I really need the bathroom, so thank you. Until later” she said, and then the phone call ended.

Hannah did call back with her details and arrangement to meet. Let me say that she was an extremely proficient oral teacher.