Category: fetish phone sex

Harper 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 437

Dear Diary,

Today I got to take out my pegging phone sex fantasy on my college professor! I caught him spying on me in the locker room. Gym class had just finished and I had just came out of the shower and was toweling off. Hearing a weird noise, I looked up and what did I see? My english lit. professor peeping at me and jerking off! He gasped out loud when my eyes met his. Knowing he was caught, he tried to pull his pants up and run but there was no way I was gonna let that happen!

Oh no you don’t Mr. Johnson. You aren’t going anywhere! Unless of course you want me to yell for security. I’m pretty sure you’ll lose your job and go to jail if I tell on you. Is that what you really want? I’m sure your wife won’t be too happy to find out what you’ve been really doing when you’re supposed to be working. Of course this can all go away if you do exactly what I tell you to. Of course this can all go away if you do exactly what I tell you to.

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Bountiful Chocolate

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext 244

Look at you! A little white boy with a mean-ass sweet tooth. Don’t worry; this bountiful chocolate ain’t going nowhere. You can come on over and sink your teeth into my juicy body any time you want. A warning though, chocolate is addictive and so is this pussy.

I know you’re used to blonde bomb shells rocking your world or brunette Mistress’s fucking your marriage up but Mrs. Lea’s got what your really need. A big ebony Mama to make all your secret fantasies come true.

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Modeling Isn't So Hard

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

A beautiful, well-kept woman handed me a business card during an outing at the mall. She said she was a modeling scout and that I had the look everyone was searching for. Of course, I was flattered, but she probably had said the same thing to a dozen other girls that day alone. I thanked her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed my elbow and looked into my eyes.

“Please, just call the number and set up a test shoot.” There was a desperation in her voice that I didn’t understand until she said, “I don’t get paid unless girls show up for the test shoot, and I haven’t had any luck. Please, you don’t have to do more than let them take a few photos and see if they offer you a contract.”

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Big Blue Balls

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Let me get a good look at those big blue balls. Wow baby, when’s the last time you came. I know I told you that you couldn’t cum without me, but you have a really bad case of blue balls. It makes sense though because we’ve been going pretty hard with the tease and denial stuff huh. Emphasis on denial haha. Of course it’s all my fault because when we talk you beg me to drain them, but honestly where’s the fun in that?

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

You probably know you’re a dirty pervert. That’s why you’re here anyway. And that perverted mind comes up with such disgusting things to do to ladies like us. I know it, I have seen it with my own two eyes. But, nothing like this has ever even crossed my mind. You sit there, logged into your desktop. The monitor displays a grid of boxes. All showing different angles of the same thing. My apartment. It was a struggle to sneak in while I was gone and hide them without making me think that anyone had disturbed my home. But you were on a mission.

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Diapering My Boss

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

As your newly hired executive assistant, I’m in your office (My boss), in your chair, with my high heels up on your desk. There is a big ripped-up box by my feet. I’m wearing a tight pencil skirt and a button-up blouse, but half the buttons are undone, and my heavy tits are threatening to spill out. There’s a big smile on my face as I sip my coffee, looking awful comfy in your chair when you come in. “Kayla?” You question with an unhappy look on your face. I smile even bigger and kick my feet off the desk to stand up. Then, I slap my hand on the box and lean forward.

“A package came for you…. it got kinda ripped up… something fell out.” I wiggle my eyebrows and hold up an adult diaper from the open box.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Can’t you imagine having the chance to play with me? I mean, you do have the chance. You just need to pull the reins and fall into it. I bet you lurk these pages, always too scared to set up a call but you peruse the blog posts. Seeing all the fun we get up to in calls. And yet you still choose to sit there! Unsatisfied! You’re doing it to yourself. And why? What exactly are you scared of? Falling off the deep end and satisfying those deep dark desires you have? Why bother continuing to hide them when you could embrace them?

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Plugging a Diaper Girl

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Tommy’s Mommy said he was a handful, but I know how to deal with unruly babies. As soon as his mom was gone, I told Tommy it was time for a diaper change. The naughty little thing ladies down for me, and I pulled off the saggy diaper he’d been wearing all day. Tommy started asking about what games we would play tonight, and I laughed.

Tommy wouldn’t want to play any game once the plugging began.

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Dangerous

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated schoolgirl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.

I think it was when I stepped onto my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicked in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.

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Panty Pervs At The Laundry Mat

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.

We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.

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