Category: fetish phonesex

sister

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Did we really just do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. I can’t help but smile at you, my lips curling up into a wicked grin. I take a moment to look around, but everyone around us seems to be blissfully unaware of our little tryst. The crowds are still milling about, enjoying the sights and sounds of the county fair, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away, you just ripped off my clothes and are about to fuck me, your little sister, on a bale of hay.

I can feel the heat radiating off your body, your chest heaving with each breath. I reach out and place my hand on your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear. I can feel you shiver at my touch, your body responding to me in ways you can’t control.

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Mommy Anna was organizing a special birthday surprise for Sissy Baby Tami. After all, it was this little Sissy Baby’s birthday. She was going to be a year older, and all the more naughty, slutty and filthy! Mommy Anna was preparing things in the nursery. Mommy Kayla, Mommy Amber, and Mommy Zoey all came to set up the decorations, they managed to find the most poofy pink dress for Tami, with matching pink stockings and little Mary Janes, and let’s not forget Tami’s most favorite hair bow toe that was in a shape of a little mini cock barrette!

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Dystopian

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The year is 2050, welcome to Dystopian Patriarchia.  Men control everything now.  They make all the laws and determine the fate of women and effeminate men.  Now every family is required to own a Pet.  Pets are procured through women and petite effeminate men who don’t meet the masculinity standards of today’s society.  A woman is required to marry by the age of 20 and if she does not, she is collected and sent to the Feminine Management Bureau for Petification and homing.  Women who marry must either become the family Pet or find a suitable Pet for the family.  There also exists a bounty for the capture and delivery of any effeminate man.  They undergo their own transformation to becoming family Pets.

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Peggy

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

peggy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

In the privacy of my luxurious penthouse, I stood tall in my stilettos, commanding attention in my sheer lingerie. My gaze fell on Peggy, a man of power and prestige, yet here, in my domain, he was just a man with an insatiable desire. “Take off your clothes, Peggy,” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. “You know the drill.”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Only for you, Cory,” he replied, shedding his expensive suit, revealing his toned body. His dick stood at attention, eager and ready. I walked over to my collection of toys, my fingers tracing over the various sizes. I picked up a large, black dildo, turning to face Peggy. His eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to love this,” I promised, my voice dripping with seduction.

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It’s Easter Sunday and we’re alone, just the way I like it. I’m a petite, bratty woman, and you’re my submissive male plaything. I’ve always loved having power over you, and today is no exception.

“Hey, slut,” I greet you, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” You look at me, confusion etched on your face. “What is it, Mercedes?”

I hold up a pair of bunny ears, panties and a tail buttplug, dangling them in front of your face. “I thought you could wear these for me. You know, to get into the Easter spirit.” You blush, looking down at the floor. “But, Mercedes, I don’t think I can wear those in front of my family.”

I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Continue reading “Easter Humiliation” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

 I love my place, but like any building, sometimes things need a little TLC. Fortunately for me, I  discovered I have condo maintenance with benefits. Recently, my toilet started acting up, so I put in a request for maintenance. I was expecting some gruff old handyman, but ohhh was I pleasantly surprised…

The doorbell rang and there I was, feeling extra frisky in just my lacy red bra and matching panties. I swung open the door to reveal a tall, lean young man who looked like he just stepped out of Abercrombie & Fitch. “Hi there, I’m Jake from condo maintenance,” he said, cheeks flushing as his eyes went wide. I smiled and purred, “Well hello there, handsome. I’m Diana. Come on in.”

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Victoria Kate came home late, rustling and bustling around at home and sounded mad about something. Her mommies woke up and came downstairs to see what all the fuss was about.  Mommy Anna began questioning her, worried. ‘’Sorry,’’ said Victoria Kate ‘’ I went to a club with one of my girlfriends, she wanted me to be a wing woman for her, I swear I won’t do that again, she found someone. Victoria Kate had never experienced being hit on so much in her life! ! Besides, most of the guys were gross!’’

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had an interesting week. It involved pizza, questionable life choices, and an experience I can only describe as “unexpectedly empowering.”  It all started with a text. You know, the kind that makes you raise an eyebrow and think, “Did I read that right?” A friend, we’ll call him Bob (because let’s be honest, every story like this involves a Bob), asked me a question that landed somewhere between bizarre and flattering. “Hey, Cory. Do you know anyone who would come over and fuck you while I watch?”

My response? Let’s just say it was less “Dear Abby” and more “YEAH, BABY!” Look, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, okay! Besides, who am I to deny a consenting adult their preferences? So, I brought over a friend, popped some popcorn, and prepared for the weirdest Netflix and Chill session of my life. Let me tell you, there’s something strangely liberating about being the center of attention in that kind of scenario. It’s like performance art, but with more kissing. Or maybe less. Not always on the mouth, but definitely on the lips! Depends on your definition of art, I guess.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

CJ is a sweet ABDL most of the time, but sometimes? Sometimes, he morphs into a tiny, tantrum-throwing tornado with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Today was one of those days. It all started with the beach. Sunshine, sand, the promise of melting ice cream – what’s not to love, right? Well, apparently, my decision to prioritize, oh, I don’t know, grocery shopping and laundry over sandcastles wasn’t exactly met with joyous applause. More like a symphony of whining that quickly escalated into words I definitely didn’t teach him.

Now, I’m a reasonable person. I believe in second chances, in using your words, in deep breaths. So, I gave him a warning. A stern one. The “Mommy is not playing around” kind of warning. Did it work? Nope. Instead, the verbal volcano erupted again, this time spewing a fresh batch of colorful language directed right at yours truly. So, yeah, I spanked him. Did I enjoy it? Of course not. But sometimes, a little tangible consequence is the only language this guy understands.

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