Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I bet you’ve wondered a time or two why boys even have boobs. They serve no functional purpose. Not like female breasts, which nourish babies and make boys stupid when they see them. So, what other reason could men possibly have tits for if they aren’t meant for me to abuse them?
To pinch, pluck, or clamp the tender little peaks until they feel overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
“Mommy Anna! Mommy Anna!” I cried running into her bedroom. “Big brother took my birthday money and he won’t give it back!” I sobbed frantically. Mommy picked me up and put me on her knee hugging me and patting my back soothingly. When I calmed down, she told me to tell her exactly what happened. I told her that I’d been counting my birthday money when my big brother came into my room. He took my money right from my hand and told me he was claiming his big brother tax. I told him there was no such thing. But he told me to shut up and he deserved my money for having to put up with such a bratty little sister.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
Holy fuck I missed this job. Being a phone sex operator is no joke, and it takes skill, seduction, and a whole lot of dirty talk. But hey, that’s exactly why I’m here, isn’t it? Aren’t you glad I’m back?
After a couple of months abroad, I’m back and raring to go, ready to unleash my inner seductress once more. As I slip into my comfiest, most provocative loungewear, I can already feel the familiar heat of anticipation building within me. It’s like my body is saying, “Alright, Aynsley, let’s get this sexy party started!”
I settle into my cozy little lair, the one adorned with plush throw pillows, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of lavender, all designed to set the mood for the torrid tales I’m about to weave. I fire up the old reliable headset and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, typing out greetings and teasing opening lines for the eager clients who’ll soon be on the other end.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’ve dressed you in stain and lace. You look like an utter slut, and that’s precisely what you’ll be for Mommy. I’ve invited over six men who are eager to fill your holes with cock and cum. The gang bang will be epic and last four hours. No matter how quickly your clit explodes. They will keep using you. Over and Over. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, my sissy faggot? Get to your knees and crawl to the center of the circle of cock.
You’re about to be sacrificed in the name of their pleasure. Make Mommy proud and beg for what the cum you crave.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I can deny it, I was born to be a slutty size queen. I’m not ashamed of what I need in bed when it comes to big cocks. And women who say size doesn’t matter are straight up lying, trust me on this my small, dicked boys.
I’ve not been the same since the first time I had a big cock. Also, since we’re being honest, we all know that my first big cock was black. White dicks just don’t do it for me anymore. I don’t even love the big white ones. The passion and power that comes along with a black cock just can’t be matched. It’s something I can’t describe but if you’ve had a black cock, you know exactly what I mean.
Continue reading “Big Cocks Only For This Slutty Size Queen”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I squirmed beneath Mitchell’s looming figure, the absurdity of the situation only heightening the searing heat pooling between my thighs. My rent was overdue, and now he stood over me, his rugged features twisted into a snarl of displeasure. A spark of apprehension and raw, primal excitement raced through me as I realized he intended to collect the debt in the most carnal of ways.
“Get on your knees,” Mitchell growled, his roughened tone sending shivers down my spine.
As I complied, his calloused hand grasped the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. The thick bulge of his arousal pressed insistently against my cheek, an unspoken demand. I parted my lips, and he ruthlessly shoved himself past them, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was so impressed with how well-behaved Victoria Kate had been the past couple months. She still had Victoria Kate’s phone in her possession, confiscated from her, and Mommy saw that Victoria Kate’s exes kept sending her dick pics. Mommy Anna simply tossed the phone and told herself: ‘’oh no my Victoria Kate will never see you or your pathetic cocks’’.
Sissy Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I identified him for what he truly was the moment I laid eyes upon him. It existed in the sway of his hips, the delicate manner in which he held his hand out, and the soft, effeminate tone of his voice. First, I let him know that I knew his secret even if he wasn’t aware of it himself. Then I tucked his hand into the crook of my arm, patting it reassuringly. I told him to put himself in my very capable hands. His sissy training started right then and there. When he didn’t put up even a little bit of resistance, I knew he was truly ready.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I want to smother my lover with my big, luscious titties. Yes, you heard that right, and I know you’re already getting turned on just by reading this. I’m not ashamed of my desires, and I’m here to embrace them fully.
Today is the day he’s coming over. He’s been anticipating this moment, and so have I. We’ve been texting all day, exchanging naughty messages about what we’re going to do to each other.
As soon as he walks through the door, I pull him close and wrap my arms around him. I can feel his excitement as he presses his body against mine. We kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I can’t help but grind my hips against him.
“Smother you with my titties?” I whisper seductively in his ear.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
Sometimes, when I get bored, I go on those sites where you cam with strangers. I like to be naughty and mysterious. I only show my tits until I find someone hot to play with who makes me wanna play with my pussy. I’d skipped over countless dudes who were all super boring, but then a face I recognized appeared on screen. It was my stepdad! He was in his home office, and I could even see pictures of me on the wall behind him. He was shirtless and rubbing a huge bulge in his boxers. I knew I should skip to the next person, but he could only see my chest; he’d have no idea it was me. And a large part of me wanted to see what was under those boxers.