Category: live phone sex

Call Him Daddy

Posted 4 days ago by Kara

Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I’ve been in a relationship with a white guy for about a year now. However, I’ve been having sex with Chance, whom I call Daddy. He is a tall 6”2’ muscular man weighing about 220 lbs, young and athletic. He knows I am in a relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from making me his bitch. Chance hasn’t had the best life and lives in a pretty rough neighborhood, but you wouldn’t know that if you saw him out in public. He was always well-groomed and had great hygiene. He smells so good and tastes even better. Ever since he fucked me six months ago, I have not been able to get enough. He calls me over at any time of the day or night, and I go without a second thought. My simple boyfriend is the typical white-collar CEO with a boring office job. Granted that the job comes with a six-figure salary, which is the only reason I stay.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

I had the kind of body that demands attention when I walk into a room. When a man looks at me, he immediately admits to himself, “She could get whatever she wants from me.”  The way my perky tits sat high and proud upon my chest and the curve of my tight ass would make any man lose control. I also exuded that confidence in the way I spoke to men and even in my stride. The long, slow, deliberate steps of my long-toned legs and the way my hips rocked softly with each step would even cause some ladies to stop and stare. Today was no different.
As far as I can remember, I’ve always loved being the center of attention. Feeling eyes dancing upon me, followed by adoring and sensual smiles, would never grow old. I especially get turned on when I catch the eye of a married man in the presence of his wife. When I say I get whatever I want, married men are not excluded and, in fact, make the sex that much more riveting.

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His Eight Second Ride

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.

He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

I have a secret, and I’m finally ready to share it.

My family and the people in my small town think I’m this sweet, innocent southern belle—the kind of girl they’re proud of, the one who smiles politely and keeps everything proper. To them, I’m still that untouched, well-behaved girl they’ve always believed I am.

But deep down, I know there’s more to me than that. Continue reading “A Southern Secret: Curiosity Behind the Sweet Smile” →

March Madness

Posted 3 weeks ago by Rita

March Madness

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I don’t know anything about sports ball or whatever, but I do know that March Madness makes for a great excuse to get a dick in your mouth. All you have to do is make a bet on a game. You know more than I do about the players and stats or whatever, so really it should be easy to rig.

Pick a game you know is sure to go down the drain and then get ready to pay up! It’s the perfect excuse for you curious wanna be cock suckers!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

As my friends and I walked down the street, laughing and chatting, we were suddenly stopped by the host of “SilverFox Express.” The show was notorious for its raunchy content, where Max, a man in his 50s, would take a younger woman on a series of sexual adventures and callers would bid on what they’d do next. It was all about shock value and pushing boundaries. My friends all pussied out, but I was so ready to get started! Max sure was a hottie after all and I couldn’t wait to get down n’ dirty with him.

Max was charming and flirtatious. I found myself easily playing along, laughing and teasing him in front of the camera, while he told viewers about how much he liked my perky tits and ass. I was determined to be the best guest the show had ever had. After a few minutes of flirty, sexy banter, the bids started rolling in. “Remember, folks. Amber gets to keep whatever you bid, so make sure to pay the lady well for her efforts! I can already tell that she’s got some tricks up her sleeve!”

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The Bellagio

Posted 2 months ago by Amber

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The other day, Ethan called via video chat. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said with a grin. “I’m at the Bellagio. You have time for some fun?” Behind him, the iconic fountains erupted in perfect, choreographed chaos. “Did you seriously just call me from Vegas?” I laughed, “You KNOW how badly I wanna go!”

He tilted his phone, giving me a panoramic view of the fountains. Then, without a word, he shifted the camera. The fountain’s roar faded into a soft, low hum as the focus snapped to him. He was standing in a plush, midnight‑blue suit, with the jacket unbuttoned just enough to reveal the crisp line of his chest.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Dr. Julie, I want you to be my sex therapist. It sounds like you’re exactly what I’ve been needing. I’m basically in a sexless marriage. I’ve lost my confidence and just feel like I’m in a rut. She has broken me down for so long  that I feel like I can never be good enough for her or anyone else. She’s so vanilla and I was too. But after everything she’s put me through, I have a strong desire to explore my sexuality. I have an urge to try new, exciting things. The thought of it is more arousing than you can even imagine. I know I can tell you anything and you’re not going to judge me. That’s what I need. I need someone that is excited to help me fulfill all of my fantasies and fetishes no matter how naughty, dirty, or kinky they are.

I couldn’t help but notice how just talking about it made him so hard in his pants. So I asked him where he would like to start. He told me that he had always been curious about anal play. I was hoping he would say that, and I couldn’t contain my excitement.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The big feast is over, and there’s so much leftover. Meats and pies. Cookies and cakes. Breads in all different flavors, these people go all out and cook way too much! The family is still hanging around with no motivation to drive themselves back home anytime soon. It’s so hard to find time to fuck with so many people in the house, but I’m such a horny girl that I’m determined to carve out some leftover fucking time! I think the best time to do the deed would be when everyone piles into the car to go Black Friday shopping.

We can say we want to stay behind to help organize the leftovers and make turkey sandwiches for everyone when they return from a full day of shopping for steals and deals.

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Weaving a Web of Lies

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Weaving a web of lies isn’t so difficult when your victim seeks the trap. It starts so simply. They know they are seeking a connection, just a feeling of being seen by another human, if only for a moment. And when that spark ignites, it’s easy to forget you’ve paid for the flame.

Lean into your delusions as I stroke your ego and soothe your stressors. It’s easy to keep falling when falling feels so good. Then one day, when the lust fog clouding your eyes clears, you realize everything was a lie, and there is no way out of the web I wove.

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