Category: fetish phonesex

pinged

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The notification pinged, a shrill, digital cry slicing through the quiet hum of Mark’s cheap laptop. He knew what it was before he even glanced at the screen. A DM from me. Or, more accurately, the DM. He hesitated, his fingers hovering over the trackpad. It was Tuesday. Rinse day. The day his meager freelance earnings evaporated, funneled willingly into the digital abyss of my demands. He’d managed to tuck away a tiny bit extra this week, clinging to the hope of finally replacing his cracked phone screen. Now, that same phone mocked him from the corner of his desk, a constant reminder of his weakness.

Mark sighed, a sound like air leaking from a punctured tire. He knew the rules. He lived by them. Or, rather, he lived for them. The thrill of the chase, the delicious self-loathing as he emptied his digital wallet, the fleeting sense of purpose it gave him. It was pathetic, he knew. Utterly and completely pathetic. He clicked the DM.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

The moment I walked out of my last final exam, I knew – it was time to party! No more studying, no more stress, no more responsibility. Just a wild summer of non-stop debauchery. And like any self-respecting co-ed slut, I planned to start by getting absolutely fucked silly by the hottest college hunks on campus.

I sauntered into the biggest party of the year, my tight little minidress leaving nothing to the imagination. Every pair of eyes turned my way as I made my entrance. The bass pulsed through my core, making my swollen pussy lips quiver with anticipation.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Lick those lips and prep those fingers, my little pervert piggy. Your pathetically throbbing erection is quivering in your hand, waiting for my divine command. Well, you got it. I allow you to continue your degrading self-pleasure.

Now, stroke that pinky prick with force, faster, faster you filthy worm! You know you’re nothing more than a set of balls and a dick for me to drain. Your only purpose in my presence is to make me money. You’re one of my top clients after all. I should be flattered, shouldn’t I?

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Stinky Mr. Pampers Wrecks Our Brunch

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

There are many ways to enjoy a weekend, but one of my favorites is inviting the girls over for brunch. Mercedes and Diana are such great company; boy, can they gossip! We huddle around the little patio table, sharing tea and cock stories while stuffing ourselves full of little biscuits and cookies. Normally, that’s how our bottomless mimosa brunches go, but today, I was stuck babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers.

If you’ve been around here for a bit, then you’ve probably figured out how this stinky winker got his nickname. HE is one of the smelliest babies around! Oh, sorry, I mean smelliest BIG BOYS, around. The girls and I were talking about the latest stud Mercedes had bent over her bed while Mr. Stinky Pampers was playing with his little toy trucks. Or so we thought he was playing… Until the smell hit us!

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participant

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Liam is a willing participant in our little game of power and control. His bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous sweat. Liam was strapped to a plush velvet chair, his eyes wide and pleading. Miss Anna, a vision in a tight black dress and sky-high heels, circled him as if she had found her prey. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Now, Liam,” Anna purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. “We had a deal, didn’t we? Hands behind your head. Or else…” Liam whimpered, his gaze darting between Anna and me. “But… but it’s been so long,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, just a little…” “A little what, Liam?” I interjected, pushing myself off the doorframe and strolling closer. “A little touch? Perhaps a little relief? You know the rules. Obedience is rewarded, disobedience is punished.”

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Big Strappys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Everyone knows that sissies love big strappys. And really, can you blame them? You’ve been a shy sissy for far too long, so it’s time to get naughty. We both know that you’re ready to let go and finally feel the real pleasure that only big strappys can provide.

I bet you’re sitting there now thinking about what it would be like to get really fucked, aren’t you? Well, I don’t blame you. And I’m sure that thinking about having me pound your ass with my fat strap on has gotten your little sissy dick hard. That’s how I know you’re ready to take it.
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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I was home from college for the weekend when I found myself in an impossible situation with my sister’s husband. I’m 20 years old but my naivety got the better of me.

It all started innocently enough. My sister was out of town on business and I was lounging around the house, bored out of my mind. My brother-in-law was home, too, but we rarely interacted, having little in common. That evening, he surprised me with a bottle of expensive champagne.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate your homecoming,” he said with a wink, popping the cork. I hesitated at first. But he assured me it would be fun.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Baby, I wanna play hooky with you. Today, as I woke up and started my morning routine to head to work, all I could think about was crawling back under the warm covers and pulling you close to me. I yearned to feel your naked body pressed against mine, our hips and thighs intertwined as we breathed in the scent of our mixed perspiration.

I wanted to skip out on my responsibilities and obligations for a day, to spend it exploring every inch of your tantalizing skin instead. Thinking about running my fingers over your chiseled abs and up your strong arms. I longed to lock my lips with yours, plunging my tongue into your mouth to taste you deeply.

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My little Buddy

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

My little buddy is so curious. He hasn’t quite learned the saying about the consequences of curiosity. Lucky, I got to be the one to teach him this little lesson. See, while I was sitting sweet, little Eugene, he thought it would be a good idea to sneak into my bedroom and read my diary.

He found an entry about Tricia and how I helped her eliminate her pesky, annoying balls. This made Eugene too curious not to ask me about the details of tying up little Tricia’s ballsac until it shriveled up and fell away. “Why would you do that, Valerie?” He asked me while rubbing his own little balls. I reached out to pet his hair and tilted my head sweetly.

“I could show you how good it feels? Not to have them…”

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Roxy 1(844)332-2639 Ext 414

There’s this one rude client at the club. It’s a very upscale, member’s only gentlemen’s club. So the clientele is wealthy, high profile men. Most of them are confident, quiet, charismatic, and kind. But this one is just an asshole. There’s no way to put it nicely. And the other night he was being extra obnoxious. Then to top it off, he wanted a private dance. I wasn’t feeling it. But it’s my job. And money is money.

Once in a private room, he explained how he caught his wife cheating. I guess that also explained his mood and attitude that night. So I figured he just needed to have some fun to forget for a bit. I began to loosen his tie, rub his shoulders, and rub my tits and ass on him. But he proceeded to talk about his wife and how maybe he should just let her get satisfied by other men. I just continued to try to distract him from all of that. But I guess that rubbed him the wrong way because his rudeness began to escalate. Before I knew it, he was being plain mean. I was so done with this asshole.

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