Category: fetish phone sex

Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving.  You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you?  It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark.  The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch.  There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud.  Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame.  But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?  You know his dick is far superior to yours.  So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I should have known better than to trust a mischievous ABDL boy like Vincent, but mom guilt got the best of me. After all, he did look so pitiful with those big, round eyes, promising to behave if I let him play with my cloth diaper stash. Yeah, right. As soon as my back was turned, that little ABDL troublemaker sniffed out my most precious pieces and went to town. I caught him cheek-to-cheek in my baby powder, giggling like a lunatic and making a mess I’d have to clean up by myself – after I punished his bare bottom for his transgressions, that is!

I called him over to the changing table, where he immediately eyed the spanking bench, knowing exactly what was coming. But he didn’t even flinch when I positioned him, his bottom up and ready for mom’s discipline. “Vincent, you naughty boy! I should put you in time-out for life after this stunt,” I scolded, the words falling flat as he just smirked at me, his diaper-clad crotch wiggling with excitement.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.

They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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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.

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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.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Puppet, a man I barely knew, was insisting I watch him as he pleasured himself. The audacity! I had only met him a few days prior at a mutual friend’s dinner party. But there he was, undressing in front of me, his lustful eyes pleading for me to stay.

“What’s gotten into you, Puppet?” I asked, trying to sound firm despite the nervous flutter in my chest. “We just met. This isn’t appropriate.” But he was relentless. “Just this once, Stella. I promise I won’t ask again,” he whispered, his hands already working to free his erection. “Please, I need to cum. My wife will be home any minute and…and I can’t help myself.”

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*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.
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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I never knew he loved to sniff my panties until that day. He wasn’t expecting me home early. I caught him with one pair wrapped around his dripping cock and another pair in his face. He was so wrapped up in them that he never even knew I was there and saw him. But things were never the same after that. I had been renting a room from them for several months. Now it all made sense. My panties had been disappearing. I had no idea he was taking them. But watching him suck on them and cum all over them was a total turn on. She was my friend and had no idea that her husband was jerking off with my panties. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to give him more and more of what he wanted. So I started cumming really hard in them and leaving them where he could easily find them. Then I would spy on him. It was so arousing to watch him get so excited. He was obsessed. Each time was more intense than the last. And not only for him. The more intense his orgasm was, the more intense mine was.

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Rent’s Due!

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

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.

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