Category: erotic phonesex

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My older brother has some super hot friends.  They definitely get my attention and my juices flowing whenever they come over.  My brother caught me looking at his friends lustfully.  He pulled me aside and told me to keep my hands to myself.  I smirked at him and told him his friends might like to know his sister was a naughty, horny little slut.  He told me that I might want them to know, but he certainly didn’t.  However, one of his incredibly hot and sexy friends began to eye me back.  So, of course, I had to take advantage of the opportunity for some older cock.

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panties

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was getting ready to go out on the town, but she liked to match her panties to her outfits and accessories. She began searching the house looking for a particular pair: they were two toned, lace and caged at the back, perfect for the cheeks.

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masturbation

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It smells in here, like cheap drinks and a lot of dreams. I walked fast through the backstage hall and pushed open the door to my small dressing room. I needed privacy and quiet. But I needed something else, too.

On stage, I am bright lights and fast moves. My smile is for the money. But in this quiet room, the smile is just for me. I looked at the mirror. Glitter was everywhere. I started taking off my outfit. The velvet, the straps, the tight little things. Slowly. I like this part. Peeling off the layers and the feeling of myself, it comes back.

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diaper boy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I still remember the day I met Mark. Tall, dark, and diaper-clad. His pants were noticeably puffy in the crotch, and a wry smile played on his face as he introduced himself. As we struck up a conversation, the puff in his pants grew, revealing a telltale outline. Mark casually mentioned his “accidents” and how they’d been an issue his whole life. He explained that he wears diapers when he’s away from home as a “safety net” in case he wets himself. I was taken aback, but his charming self-assurance put me at ease.

Fast forward a few months, and there I was, the girl who carried diapers in her purse, because you never know when Mark might have an “oops” moment. We’d become quite the pair, giggling through public mishaps and turning nighttime wetting into a playful routine. After Mark’s morning shower, we’d drape him in a fresh diaper, then I’d stroke his cock as he came to the crinkly sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft inside his clean pampers.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ll never forget the day I walked into that strange interview. Mr. Johnson, the suave CEO, greeted me with a smile that could melt ice. We settled into his plush office, and he began the usual drivel about “fitting in” and “company culture.” But before I could even uncross my legs, he threw me a curveball.

“So, Diana, tell me, how far would you go to get this job?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his leather chair.

My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed in my seat, unsure how to respond. “Uh, I mean…I’d do whatever it takes, I suppose?” I stammered, trying to sound professional despite the thrill buzzing through my veins.

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Trifecta!

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

To say the weekend was a trifecta of pleasure would be an understatement. I finally checked off the prized box on my sexual bucket list: having cocks in every hole simultaneously!

It all began when my friends convinced me to join them at an exclusive, invite-only soiree. Little did I know, the night’s entertainment would be beyond anything I’d imagined. Among the sea of faces, three hot guys caught my eye: Bryce, Jax and Danny.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.

The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.

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groupie

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.

I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.

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Zero Limits

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Are you a man with zero limits? Because that’s what I’ve been searching for. Do you live a kinky life or are you one of those vanilla boys? Can I count on you to be limit free or are you going to come with all kinds of vanilla boy rules?

What’s your fetish of choice? I’m down for anything as long as there are zero limits involved. Are you by chance a sissy slut? Because I have a soft sport for all sissies. No matter what you’re into come along my lover, it’s time to make you mine.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.

He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.

Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.

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