Category: fetish phonesex

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates are horny sluts. But I wasn’t expecting what I saw. I guess they weren’t expecting me home yet. There was noise coming from one of their bedrooms. As I walked by, I realized it was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. And I couldn’t believe what I saw. One roommate was on her knees with a collar on. The other one was standing in front of her wearing a strap on. She was also holding a leash that was attached to the other’s collar. She yelled “suck my cock whore”. Then she shoved it in her mouth and started gagging her with it. After a few minutes she told her to turn around and get on all fours. Then she started oiling up the strap on. She shoved her head down to the ground and told her to spread her ass open. Then she started slowly sliding the strap on into her ass. Once she got it all the way in, she pulled out. Then she slammed in back in harder and faster. She kept repeating this. But each thrust was faster, harder, and deeper than the last.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Recently, Amber and I discussed how our FYP pages on TikTok seemed filled with hot women like us eating different foods noisily and sexily. So, I suggested we give it a try and turn it into edging guys with our mouths but not in the usual way.  Intrigued, Amber enthusiastically joined me in trying some food ASMR edging.

First, we found a willing victim who craved to hear us smack our lips and chew and slurp and suck different foods as we edged him to food eating sounds.  He even let us watch him stroke and edge for us while we drove him insane with the need to cum as we enjoyed taking turns feeding enough delicious treats.  Together we’d come up with a pile of tasty treats that we’d both enjoy eating and feeding to one another as we drove our client crazy as a united team.

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abdlCory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I opened the door to find James standing on the porch, his shoulders slumped slightly. He was a regular, and I knew the signs. His red-rimmed eyes suggested a rough week, and the way he clutched his backpack to his chest told me he was feeling small and vulnerable. “Hey, James,” I said, offering a warm smile. “Come on in. I’ve got your favorite juice box chilling.” He shuffled inside, kicking off his sneakers near the door. The house was carefully curated to be a comforting space. Soft rugs, pastel colors, and a complete absence of sharp edges. It was designed to soothe.

“Rough week?” I asked gently, leading him to the oversized, plush armchair in the living room. He nodded, unable to meet my gaze. “Work’s been awful. My boss is breathing down my neck.” He finally looked up, his eyes filled with distress. “I just… I messed up and forgot a really important email.” “Everyone makes mistakes, James. It’s okay. That’s why we have second chances, and erasers, and…mamas.” I gently stroked his hair. It was soft and fine, not like a grown man’s hair at all. “Tell me about it.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Okay, Zoey, are you sure about this?” I asked, fiddling with my headset. Zoey, perched on the edge of my desk amidst a chaotic pile of chips bags and candy wrappers, grinned. “Absolutely, Amber,” she winked. You see, we’d recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community somewhat accidentally, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey, ever the entrepreneur, had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSO’s and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the queens of the crunch!”

And so, here we were. The first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with “CrunchKing69.” “Hello?” I said, my voice a little too excited. Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles. “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “Youuuuu betcha,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noods. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It was supposed to be a routine trip home during my summer internship. A quick visit with the family, some home-cooked meals, and then back to campus. But I had an ulterior motive – seeing Nate, my high school boyfriend. We’d kept in touch over the years and he knew I’d be in town.

When I pulled up in his driveway, my heart raced. He came out and greeted me with a passionate kiss. “I missed you so much,” he murmured into my hair. I smiled, knowing we’d pick up right where we left off.

“Let’s go to the movies,” he suggested. But as we sat in his car, a different idea took hold. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we kissed. I straddled him in the driver’s seat, grinding on his growing erection. He reached up my skirt, fingers gliding through my slick folds.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

By the time I slide into the office at 8:59am, pulse racing and out of breath, I know I’ve got this in the bag. The tight burgundy pencil skirt hugs my curves in all the right places, the clingy black blouse cut low enough to show the perfect amount of cleavage. I’m dressed to impress, determined to wow the most important man in the building. Because I do whatever it takes to make it in this world.

“Good morning, Mr. Jameson,” I purr as I saunter past his office, swaying my hips just so. Innocent yet flirty, a wink in my voice.

“Diana, you look ravishing as always,” he replies smoothly, blue eyes drinking me in hungrily behind his polished oak desk. “Come in a moment, would you?”

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Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I love a boy that can handle me. Can you handle me?  Sometimes I get the feeling that boys are intimidated and don’t know if they can handle a “stripper”. But I’m here to tell you that I don’t want some egotistical bastard. I want someone that’s real. Dad bods get extra credit, lol. I have been dealing with men all of my life. Many think they know what I want. But they are usually wrong. I just want a sweet, genuine person. It doesn’t really matter if they are male or female. Age doesn’t matter either. All that matters is that we click in every way.

I was invited to a huge fiesta. It was so freaking amazing. There was a mariachi band. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some guys were trying to flirt with me and my friends. They were the machismo types. Lots of muscles, chiseled features, perfect hair… you know, the typical “tall, dark, and handsome”. But they just weren’t doing it for me. They think they’re so sexy, suave, and debonair. But that’s actually such a turn off to me. The sweet, quiet guy sitting in the corner is more my style.

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met gala

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the bright lights of the Met Gala, I stood, a vision in silver, my mermaid gown shimmering, my hair adorned with tiny silver flowers. Willie, my ABDL boyfriend, looked dashing in his silver suit, his eyes sparkling with excitement and nervousness. We were nobodies, but tonight, we were the stars, our futuristic attire capturing the attention of every photographer on the red carpet.

As we posed for the cameras, Willie leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. I thought he was going for a sexy nibble, but instead, he whispered, “I’ve had an accident.” Trying not to show my shock as my mind raced with the implications, I reassured him, my voice steady, “It’s okay, baby. We’ll handle it.” We made our way into the venue, our strides confident despite the situation. We bumped into an old friend, who, after a quick explanation, led us to the washroom.

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The day had been long and stressful, so I decided to prowl the bar near the office before going home. Frustration and anger were buzzing inside of me, scratching underneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I wanted to control someone, maybe even hurt them a little.

The tiny bar was busy as I scanned the crowd for my next lucky victim. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games; the boy would have to be obviously submissive and willing to skip the small talk. My gaze moved over my options until I found him. A businessman hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Quickly i squeezed through the patrons until my tits bumps against my targets back. He shifted a bit and barely looked over his shoulder. My hand skimmed up his side, over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where I gripped him firmly in my little hand. His whole body seemed to relax with that one hold. I pressed my lips to his ear and made my offer.

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Wiener Party!

Posted 2 weeks ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You ever go to a Memorial Day BBQ and it turns into a real WIENER PARTY? The smell of burgers and hotdogs wafting through the air. I was a little tipsy from rose and my sundress was clinging to my curves. “I’m going to grab another bottle for us,” I called out to my friends as I headed into the garage, desperate for a moment of shade.

The garage was cool and dim, the treadmill and weights lined up against the walls. I made my way to the fridge in the corner, bending down to rifle through for another cold one. Suddenly, I heard the door click shut behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped the bottle when I saw who it was.

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