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_*Disclaimer 2 – Please figure out there is no overabundance of pride while I write this. If I speak about my voice in a complimentary or overly-positive manor, that is because I know its my 1 thing. You, the person reading this.. whats your best trait? What’s your #1 skill or ability or “gift”? Maybe your a long distance runner? Maybe you climb mountains? Maybe your a gifted 1st person shooter/gamer. Perhaps you race cars, or play hockey like no one else you know. Maybe you have a 11″ cock, or maybe you’re someone who can deep-throat a 11″ cock.
Some people are amazing at this, while some people are amazing at that. I just so happen to have an absolutely fuckable voice. (I’m 25 if helps with a mental picture)_

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Anyway.. for several years after I graduated High College, I’d been working telephone jobs. Customer service or tech support for a range of companies. I had known for quite some time that I have an appealing/sexy voice, as it was immediately obvious to myself and anyone listening, that angry customers would calm down faster with me. People would keep their cool when they wouldn’t with other agents, and it just seemed like an lucky benefit to have at a job that sorta sucked by default. Every manager and side-by-side reviewer I had mentioned something about “that voice should make things easier” or “she seemed to calm down when she heard your tone. You must get that a lot.”

As this type of employment began to drain on me mentally, I decided late last year to get into recording audios for pornhub, in an attempt to get myself out of this dizzying loops of crap tele-job after crap tele-job. From that, I branched out to reddit, then patreon, then even more subreddits involving adult audios, and finally youtube for some much softer _advertiser friendly_ recordings. As I branched out the content, and places I uploaded to, the content I created slowly got better and better as I took advice, and began to gather new fans/listeners. Each with their own idea or take on what might be nice to listen to. What might be nice to hear me say. Things were starting to move forward.

Every once in awhile, I would get a keener.. Someone, let’s say _infatuated_ with my voice. Someone who cannot seem to get enough of me, will message me and ask if I can send them a recording with me saying their name in it, (or _moaning their name_ more often, lol).. something to that effect. Normally I cannot spare a lot of time giving extra attention to fans, but a few months ago I received an email from a lovely lady in Finland.

“Jen” we will call her, emailed me and told me she had just finished listening to all of my content she could discover. Oddly enough, she included a pic of her student ID card showing her DOB. 19 that month. (_she would later hold it up to cam, verifying not a fake. I also saw her DOB on her passport when she was showing me her “terrible photo”_)

As we spoke over a few emails, Jen informed me what she was studding about, that she was a Muslim originally from Afghanistan (just in Finland to study), and had only found out about these types of audios on reddit a couple of weeks prior. I learned that she wasn’t into many of the visual factors of _video_ pornography, but _looooved_ the audio side of things.

As the days moved on, her emails started getting more and more descriptive about what she was doing to herself while listening to me. One day, and without prompting or request, she sent me a bunch of pics of a series of her stripping off her clothes. This. chick. was. fit.

When we spoke about what prompted her to do this out of no where, that’s when the story took a very very interesting turn. She informed me that she was, not only a virgin, but that apart from a family doctor when she was 10, no one had ever seen her naked before. Hell, no one had even seen her knees before! (seriously. not even her parents.) She wore a [Hijab]( when she was in public, and was unaware of anyone who had seen her hair outside of her immediate family. Ever.

Needless to say, as a small town Canadian boy, this was… shocking? Unexpected? Please excuse my religious ignorance, but i made sure she wouldn’t get into trouble for this etc, and she told me she was careful from her end, and trusted me. She said when she found out I had 5 sisters (I’m the youngest child), and talk about them always, she figured I wouldn’t do anything “ungentlemanly” with what she _wanted to_ send me.

She made that part clear. She did this, because she felt it was “a break and a big change” from what she had lived through for her entire life. She told me about how freeing it was (I cannot even start to imagine) and that she had needed something like this since she left for college. She told me the moment she stepped far away from that cultural surrounding, she wanted to change a lot of things about her appearance and outlook. Turns out, I was the straw that broke the.. wait.. is that racist? camel.. Afghanistan? I better not, just in case..

Turns out, I was the last straw. She began venturing out without her Hijab and with me on the phone with her, helping her to keep her mind off thoughts about how she shouldn’t be doing this, or how it was “bad”. Again, my calming tone came into play, helping her keep her cool, to stay motivated, relaxed, and self confident. (I’m fairly good with compliments/praise, LOL)

As days continued to turn into weeks, we spoke every other day about another step she took. Everything from letting her male roomies see her without her hijab(student housing), to classmates to eventually not wearing it for days at a time, and then not at all. In between these little ventures and discussions we would have phone sex, she would send pics/short clips and stories about what she wanted me to do to her if we ever met. I don’t want to be corny, but it was like watching a bird come out of her cage. (*cum out of her cage. Ha!) I even bought her her first vibrator.

One day, shortly after she spent her first week post-headwear, it became very apparent she was asking me questions about something she didn’t want me to know about. While she was an absolute dream to speak with (& look at!), she wasn’t the best at being “cunning” or secretive. She was asking me odd questions about tech-related things, video file sizes, what email providers would allow u to send size-wise, if u had to cut up big files before sending them, 3rd party cloud providers like drop-box etc.. I didn’t want to pry, as I tend to let people keep their secrets just out of personal experience (having multiple sisters can lead to a lot of _icky_ secrets I didn’t want to know about as a young boy..), but I let it slip that if she told me what she was up to, I might be able to help more efficiently.

Well, it turns out part of her routine over these months was making something for me, every day. A pic series, a video, an audio of her playing with herself.. Every day, for 5ish months. She had all these videos etc to send me, but hadn’t considered file/email limitations. So, needless to say I learned a lot about cloud providers and drop-boxes in the 15mins that followed her giving up and finally telling me what was up.

She had recorded me 4k videos, hours and hours worth. Every time she played with herself, she had recorded it for me.. for “some day” when she would give me it all to me. Every orgasm this girl had, every time she played with herself, the first moment she turned on a vibe or ever touched herself with one, even a couple videos of her shaving herself, I have in 4k and no one else on earth has ever seen this girls belly button.

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I hope you enjoyed this 100% true story, even if just a fraction as much as I enjoyed living through it. I don’t want to end on a sour note, but I feel it’s necessary to add this: Please don’t ask for pics. There is zero chance of these being shared with anyone, ever. Ever. I like having an untarnished record of keeping things safe that I’ve been trusted with, and of maintaining the highest level of respect for women.

(Also, if my sisters ever found out, you’d never discover my body.)

-[Andrew]( ?

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