Category: evil villaneous phonesex

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was already there, kneeling in the center of the dark space. His back was too straight, his assigned sissy maid uniform too soft, too pink. This submissive, this sissy bitch, was waiting for me. I liked that I could feel his fear, even from across the floor. It was a good scent.

My heels clicked sharp and slow on the cement tiles. I walked a full circle around him, never touching, just watching the subtle way his whole body tensed and trembled. He kept his eyes locked on the floor, afraid to look at his mistress. Bon. Good manners are everything.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was the first day of class with my naughty professor. I wasn’t sure what to expect. But he wasn’t acting weird at all. So I thought maybe we can just move forward and put all of the crazy stuff that happened last year behind us. I was so relieved when the bell rang, and he went about his business. Then right as I was approaching the door, I heard him yell my name. My heart sank and I froze. For a minute, I contemplated just acting like I didn’t hear him. But I knew that would just make things more difficult for myself. So I turned around and walked over to his desk. That’s when I couldn’t believe my ears. He told me that his wife wanted to make dinner for me because they just wanted the three of us to have a fresh start. Whew, that was a huge relief. I happily agreed to join them for dinner.

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Take Over For Me

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.

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voyeur ********* play story

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jackson, you’ve been a very bad boy…” I purred into the microphone, my voice a low, seductive whisper. Jackson’s eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of my voice. He knew I was watching, but he didn’t know how. I could see the panic in his eyes. The fear of being caught! What a fantastic way to keep him in line, I thought to myself. No one likes a confident sub!

“On your knees, Jackson,” I commanded. He hesitated for a moment before looking towards the door where his wife was busy in the kitchen. “Now,” I added, my tone leaving no room for argument. He dropped to his knees, as his heart pounded in his chest. I could see it, the way his shirt moved with each beat, the way his breath hitched in his throat. I watched as he reached for his belt, his hands shaking as he undid the buckle.

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A Hair Cut For Ky-Ky

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The upscale salon where I worked stayed busy. Our stylists are always in demand and booked out for months at a time. Securing an appointment with us was like winning the golden ticket. That’s why it seemed so odd when a “female” walked in, flipping her long blonde wig over her shoulder and leaned an elbow on the front desk. She popped a wad of bubble gum between her teeth and said, “I’d like to get like, just a trim.” I looked her over; the disguise was doing nothing for Ky-ky.

I guess he didn’t realize we’d gone to school together, and that I would recognize that body anywhere. Tall and lean, face sculpted like a Greek God. Adding a cheap wig and giant sunglasses wouldn’t fool me. My fingers flipped the schedule book open, and I shrugged. “We’re swamped.” Ky-ky’s face fell, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his disappointment. “However, my noon appointment canceled at the last minute, and I can personally fit you in.” He bounced on his kitten heels and squeeled.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed, displaying a name I’d purged from my active memory: Max. We used to date, for a brief, almost embarrassing, period. That was, until I discovered just how minuscule his dick actually is. We’re talking the size of a chapstick tube, maybe even a used one at that. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, ended abruptly after I realized my needs were just going to gather dust, indefinitely.

His voice on the other end was a pathetic, wavering mess. He started apologizing, rambling about how he’d messed up, how he missed me, how he’d changed. He even dared to beg me to take him back. My mind, however, was already back in my apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d actually have to fake it again. The answer was a definitive, resounding no. I can’t date a guy who is utterly incapable of satisfying me! And what did he mean by “changed”? Did he have a donor cock surgically attached to his tiny little weiner?

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Bathroom Strip Down

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Janey and I entered the school bathroom during fourth period. She was telling me about Bradly stuffing his tongue in her cunt at the lake house last weekend, when we heard a shuffle sound. We both paused and looked at each other. Was someone else in the locker room? Everyone who wasn’t skipping should be in class.

I bent down to look under the stall and sure enough, there was a pair of scuffed-up boy sneakers. “What the fuck?” I laughed and grabbed the ankle of the person hiding in the stall. “Janey, I think we have a fucking perv in here!”

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A New Record

Posted 11 months ago by Lea

A New Record

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I ticked another tally mark with the Sharpie over the faggots ass. That last blow made twenty-five loads shot in or over the sissy’s gaping out hole. “I think that’s a new record!” I cheered, holding up the cum smeared tip of the Sharpie. The guys milling around with their cocks in their hands chuckled.

“And we aren’t even close to done.” The next one in line growled as he stepped up to aim his big cock at the faggots boy-pussy.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about the time I had to save Amber (unknowingly) from a Manticore.

Amber called me and asked me if I could come over to her house to help her with an emergency situation.  Of course, being a good friend and all, I immediately headed over there.  She met me at the door and grabbed my arm yanking me into her house and slamming the door.  “Hurry, follow me to the basement.” Amber said frantically.  I followed her down the stairs and looked around.  I didn’t see anything serious immediately.  But I knew she wouldn’t call for nothing.  Amber led me over to one of the walls which strangly had manacles dangling from the wall.

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The Babysitter Said We have To

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Little Alyssa looked up at her big brother with panic in her eyes. He was pushing her nightgown up in the middle of the night and forcing her tiny knees apart. “Stop,” she whimpered. She slapped her hands at her brother’s chest as he loomed over her.

“I have to. The babysitter said we have to.” Her little head whipped in my direction. I was sitting on the end of her bed, and only the glow of her nightlight illuminated my presence. She cried out and begged us to stop. She yelled that she didn’t want to do this, but I only smiled and rubbed her brother’s back.

“She’ll like it, you’ll see. Take her panties down.”

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