Category: fetish phone sex

Strip Club PhoneSex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

Scanning the crowd looking for prey, my eyes look over faces, some familiar, some new, none quite what I’m looking for. Then, finally, standing in the corner, I see you there, someone worthy of my attention at last! Oh, I just love when there’s fresh meat to go after. Making my way off the stage, I prowl over to where you’re at. Have you ever heard of Cassey’s strip club special? Let me tell you about it: That’s where I take you backstage to my special vip room, and we play a fun little game.
The rules are as follows: We make a bet, and for a determined amount of minutes, I can do whatever I’d like to you. However, there’s one hitch: you cannot cum! If you end up finishing before the time is up, you’d better pay up for your chance to be with me! However, if you manage to last? Well then, that’s a challenge I can’t turn down! The reward is taking me home, and it’s your turn to do whatever you please. Do you want to play this game? It’s a pretty lucky strip club special, I would say. Either way, you’re a winner!

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Stuff My Cuck

Posted 23 hours ago by Kara

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

The day started like any other typical day in our home. My cuck boyfriend would be cleaning after preparing my breakfast and setting the table with fresh flowers and juice. I had a big surprise planned for him for later.  I’d given him instructions on what to do while I was out.  I told him to be sure to have on the outfit I laid out for him when I returned, and he eagerly agreed, not knowing exactly what it was.  Immediately after leaving, I called my lover with the rest of the details and gave him time to be ready for my arrival.
My lover in tow as I returned home to find my cuck boyfriend in his tiny black bra and black lace panties with his sheer nylons covering his hairy legs and black stiletto heels on his feet. His face flushed red at the sight of my lover and me making our way into the modernly decorated living area, where we made ourselves more comfortable.
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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’m so glad that we decided to drive to the coast for spring break. Not only because a road trip is fun, but the airports have been a complete disaster lately. I’ve been looking forward to this girls’ trip with my besties for so long. And the credit card in my name that Brent promised came right in time for the trip. He told me to use it as I wish, to take my friends out to eat, go on shopping sprees, whatever I want. So we were taking our time. Stopping to shop and eat along the way. I thought I had been extra horny because of spring fever lately. But that’s nothing compared to my friends. They have so much pent up energy to get out. I think school has been really stressful for all of us. They haven’t gotten enough dick lately. Lol. So this was a much needed getaway. I just hadn’t anticipated how out of control they were going to be. Everywhere we went, they were flirting with all of the boys. A couple of them even hooked up with a few along the way. We are such little sluts. Barely legal, tight, teen sluts.

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His Eight Second Ride

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.

He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”

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* Kristy * 1844-332-2639 ext 465

Kristy is an unforgettable presence with irresistible charm. From the moment you begin a conversation with her, her playful spirit and teasing humor shine through in a way that feels natural and inviting. Her warm voice carries a friendly energy that immediately puts people at ease, making it easy to relax and enjoy the moment. Kristy has a unique ability to connect with others, creating conversations that feel effortless, engaging, and genuinely enjoyable.

What makes Kristy truly special is the way she blends fun, laughter, and real connection. Talking with her feels less like a typical conversation and more like catching up with a friend who knows exactly how to lift your mood. She listens, responds with wit and warmth, and always keeps the interaction flowing naturally. Her playful teasing adds just the right amount of excitement, while her kind personality ensures every caller feels welcomed and appreciated. Kristy believes the best conversations happen when people feel comfortable enough to be themselves. That’s why she creates a relaxed, friendly atmosphere where you can unwind, laugh, and enjoy the moment without any pressure.


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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The garden was a kaleidoscope of pastel eggs, yet an unmistakable stench was wafting over the tulips like a mischievous cloud of teen rebellion. “Cory, do you smell that?” Felicity whispered, the same way a detective would whisper about a clue in a noir film. I inhaled deeply, feeling the pungent aroma coil around my nostrils. We both knew that somewhere among the plastic toy eggs hid the source of this olfactory offense.

I never thought an Easter egg hunt could turn into a forensic diaper investigation but there we were. Both Felicity and I were swaddled in our favorite sexy “Mama” dresses and armed with nothing but our noses and an absurdly over‑ambitious sense of duty. We started at the base of the old oak tree and followed the scent trail like a pair of highly trained sleuths. Each step brought us closer to a whiff of something that could only be described as “rotten booty.”

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March Madness

Posted 4 days ago by Rita

March Madness

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I don’t know anything about sports ball or whatever, but I do know that March Madness makes for a great excuse to get a dick in your mouth. All you have to do is make a bet on a game. You know more than I do about the players and stats or whatever, so really it should be easy to rig.

Pick a game you know is sure to go down the drain and then get ready to pay up! It’s the perfect excuse for you curious wanna be cock suckers!

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

 

I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.

My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.

When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door” →

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

“Have you put him in the wheelbarrow position?” I asked Mary, who was complaining that her adult baby wasn’t responding to her punishment techniques. Debbie nodded and pointed at me.

“That’s a great suggestion. I bet the little wise ass would smarten up then!” We laughed, but Mary shrugged, a little defeated by how bad her baby was. I’m sure she hated how we all knew it, too.

“I don’t even know what that position is.” There was a sadness in her voice that made me put my arm around her and pull her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!

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