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Bonjour! Je suis Stella, your newest Candy Girl! I want to tell you about a call I did with my latest victim, a man named Ethan. He was on the other end of the line, moaning loudly as he listened to my commands. “Ethan,” I purred, my voice dripping with a mix of authority and desire. “Are you ready to be punished?” He stuttered, his voice was shaking with anticipation. “Y-yes, Stella.”
“Good boy,” I cooed, my fingers tracing the curve of my full lips. “Now, I want you to take off all your clothes. I want you to feel the cool air against your skin. Can you do that for me?” He hesitated, but I could hear the rustling of fabric over the phone as he took off his shirt and underpants. “I…I’m naked, Stella.” He said, nervously. “Mmm, good,” I hummed, my hand drifting down to the hem of my silk robe. “Now, I want you to touch yourself. Imagine it’s my hand on your dick, stroking you slowly.”
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His breath hitched, and I could hear the soft, wet sounds of his hand moving over his lubed up cock. I let out a low cackle, enjoying the power I held over him. “That’s it, Ethan. Stroke yourself for me. Faster, bebe. You know how I like it.” He groaned, as his breath became more ragged. “Stella, I…I can’t hold it in.”
“ETHAN…NO!,” I scolded, my voice sharp. “You don’t get to cum yet. Not until I say so.” He whimpered, his hand slowing to a stop. I could feel the tension in the air, the desperate need that was radiating from him. It was arousing to say the least. “Now, Ethan,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. “I want you to imagine me on my knees in front of you. I want you to imagine me taking your cock in my mouth, my lips wrapped around your shaft as I suck you off.”
He groaned again, his hand starting to move faster. “Fuck, Stella. I can’t…I can’t hold it in.” “Then don’t,” I commanded, my voice filled with authority. “Cum for me, Ethan. Let me hear you.” He cried out, his orgasm ripping through him as he came, the sound of his release echoing over the line. I let out a low, satisfied chuckle, my hand slipping beneath my robe to touch my own slick pussy.
“Now, Ethan,” I purred, my fingers circling my clit. “I want you to watch as I pleasure myself. I want you to imagine your hands on my body, your fingers inside me.” He groaned again, the sound of his arousal spurring me on. I could feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing as I rubbed my clit faster. “Fuck, Stella,” he moaned, his voice filled with need. “I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you.” “No, Ethan,” I scolded. “You have to earn that privilege.”
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