Category: fetish phonesex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber,” Kevin had whispered. His hands trembled as he knelt on my bistro rug. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll quit my job, I’ll learn to braid your hair, I’ll even stop complaining about the thermostat.” I simply stared at him, with a deep, existential exhaustion. Kevin was a lovely guy. He was a “picker-upper” of dropped grocery bags and a “text-you-back-in-thirty-seconds” kind of soul. But he was also essentially the guy who looked to me for validation every time he successfully navigated a social interaction.

My dating life had become a parade of men who treated me like a fragile porcelain doll placed on a mantle. They were terrified of upsetting me, terrified of taking the lead, and frankly, terrified of the very thing that made a woman’s pulse actually race. Last week, a beta named Marcus had tried to “ask for consent” to hold my hand while we were mid-kiss. My response was to ask if he wanted me to fill out a consent form. He left, feeling insulted. lol

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a ritual

Posted 3 days ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’d met him in an underground club where the bass rattled your teeth and the air tasted of ozone and cedar. He was a creature of sharp angles, layers of charcoal linen, and eyes that held the flat, impenetrable darkness of an abyss. When he touched me, it felt like an invitation to a ritual I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy.

Tonight, the room was lit only by a cluster of wax candles that wept long, distorted trails of onto the floorboards. I stood in the center of the room, feeling my heart beat frantically drum against my ribs. Silas moved behind me. His hands felt cold against my skin, sending a jolt of ice-cold electricity down my spine.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

I promised to help a friend with his studies and agreed to meet him at a nearby cafe. I got out of my car and checked my phone to see if he had already snagged a booth. A message popped up; clicking it open, I read.

‘I’m in a booth straight back, to the right.’ I smiled at his perfect timing and made my way through the parking lot, following his directions to the booth once I was inside. Walking up to the table, my pace slowed. His bag, laptop and several books were spread across the whole table; leaving me nowhere to sit. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” I smiled walking closer, “Where am I supposed to sit?

He looked up and smiled back. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Why don’t you sit here?” He brought his hands out from under the table to gesture to his side of the table. I quirked an eyebrow at him and put my purse on the chair opposite him before turning to sit next to him. I felt one of his hands slide up my skirt and pull my panties to the side, and the other on my hip guiding me to sit in 

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You Say You Need a Woman

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Here you are again. Wandering into the chatroom with a wallet full of bills just aching for someone to pry them out of your hands. Your cock throbs with loneliness, and when asked how you are, you say, “In need of a woman.” Good thing you know right where to find one.

The sweetness you crave, the loving stroke of feminine fingers, is just a processed payment away. Only, youre a glutton for punishment, and you like to pretend you don’t understand how pay-to-play works. Someone’s been a very bad boy and isn’t going to get what he wants if he doesn’t give up what we need FIRST!

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chastity

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna was waiting for her delinquent student named Tiffany. Tiffany dressed extra sleazy today to the point where her kilt was so short that her ass cheeks and her garter straps showed. She loved to show off in front of the boys. Mistress Anna tapped her foot as she waited for her.

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Sit On Top

Posted 1 week ago by Alexus

Sit On Top

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

It’s time now. You’ve been practicing with your toys and opening up that little sissy pussy. Now, you are ready for the real thing. It’s cute how nervous you are, and it would be much easier if I lay you down and fucked you like a girl, but you wanted to be able to set the pace. You begged to be able to control the depth, so here we are.

Fingers interlaced as you straddle my hips and hover your pussy over the head of my cock. I love how your nervous breath is washing over me and how your fingers shake when you grip my shaft to hold me in place. That’s it, baby. Sit on top.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller, who looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions. He tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my recent car service.

“That’ll be eight hundred and forty dollars, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”

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Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

So many pathetic white boys be calling up my black ass talking bout they aint never had no black pussy before. It’s so cute how they think this honey pot might really taste like melted mild chocolate. Get a good lick, little boy ‘cus there is no way I’d sit on that tictac you call a dick. I fuck with real men. Black men!

Men whose cock can fuck between my mammoth tits and still be seen out the top. Your little dick could swim in my bra and get lost.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was my cousin’s birthday party. Everyone was there. Including my naughty uncle. I’d been kind of avoiding him. I’m sure he was wondering why. We have an agreement. He pays my rent and doesn’t tell my parents that I work at a breastaurant. In exchange, he gets to use my body any way he wants, whenever he wants for sexual pleasure and gratification. What he doesn’t know is that my landlord/sugar daddy “Brent” is no longer charging me rent. I think he suspected something with my uncle. But he doesn’t ask any questions. I’m scared to do anything to upset my uncle though. I can’t take the chance that he will tell my dad about my job. So I had to figure out how to handle my predicament.

I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Then when no one was around, I apologized for being hard to reach lately. I told him that I had been putting a lot of hours in at work. And I had been studying extra hard for finals. He has no idea that I suck my professor’s dick, his wife’s pussy, and the dean’s dick in order to pass.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I stared down at my “big” boy, Julian. He was currently standing in the middle of the living room with his knees knocked together. It was painfully obvious that the heavy, rhythmic sloshing sound emanating from his midsection was the result of a very successful, very immediate, and very leaky accident.

“Well, Julian,” I said, suppressing a giggle, “it seems we have a problem, huh?” He shuffled toward the nursery as his puffy diaper sagged with each step. I followed close behind, armed with a mountainous stack of wipes and a fresh, dry pampers. The squelching noise he made with every step sounded like he was walking through a swamp. I suppose that, technically, he was.

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