Oral Sex On Demand

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

There are many great benefits to being a Mom, but one of my favorites is oral sex on demand. Whenever I crave having my cunt devoured, I just find my son and tell him it’s chores time. He knows exactly what that means and will drop whatever he’s doing to feast between mommy’s thighs.

I’ve trained him so well that it doesn’t even take him a long time anymore. He knows everything I like and can get me off quickly so we can both get back to our day. However, sometimes, he’s a cheeky boy, and he edges Mommy with his perfect tongue until I beg him for mercy.

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Burpy Bitch

Burpy Bitch

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

The cafeteria was bustling, per usual. I sat at the head of the popular table with my Doc Martins kicked up on the surface. Kelly was telling me about her hot tub weekend with Trevor when some nobody stood beside me. He started talking about snapping photos for the yearbook without even waiting for her to take a breath to pause our conversation. Fucking rude. Just interrupting my friend like some little asshole. I reached up and gripped the collar of his polo, pulling his face to mine. Then I let out the most enormous belch. I’d been holding it in since chugging my Coke at the start of lunch.

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Halloween Sissy Costume Challenge

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

It’s the perfect time of year to expose you sissy bitches right out in the open with no one being any the wiser! Everyone thinks it’s “Just a costume,” not your fucked up, kinky fantasy. As the holiday approaches, it’s time to prepare. Call me so we can design the most outrageous sissy outfit for you to wear while attending Halloween parties with your friends.

I’m talking wigs, heels, stockings, and, of course, over-the-top makeup! It is Halloween, after all! The more like a sissy bimbo doll you look like, the happier I’ll be!

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The Car Wash

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It was so early in the morning, 2:00 am to be exact. I could not sleep, so I decided to go ahead and get up. I made a cup of coffee and sat in the breakfast nook to listen to the news. Oh, how the coffee tasted so good. What is it about coffee that just makes everything disappear?

I have so many things to get done today. Soon the sun will be up and I think I will start off by taking my car to the car wash. The weather will be nice today. As the sun began to rise I started getting ready to leave for the day. Hair up in a sexy bun, khaki capri pants, purple halter top, and white tennis shoes.

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Cum Cubes

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Once he started sharing his cum with me, he became addicted to how it tasted. No one tastes better than he does, and after we started talking about how much we love playing with his sticky jizz, he suggested maybe we make cum cubes! I thought it was a five-star idea. First, because helping him fill an ice cube tray full of his creamy loads was going to be so much fun. This is about how many orgasms it would take to fill a regular-sized Ice cube tray.

He’d better be hydrated as we work him up over and over throughout the course of the weekend to prepare for our fetish fun. Pulling the tray from the freezer every time his balls are ready to unload. Mmm, then milk him out into the little divided tray and put it back until he’s ready again. So sexy.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I plan to get my sweet boy addicted to Mommy’s feet.  A Mommy never wants her little one to leave, even a sweet young Mommy like me.  I fear my little boy growing up and leaving me. But I’ve come up with the best plan ever.  The best way to keep your son at home is to make him addicted to you.  My little boy just LOVES Mommy’s feet.  So, I’m going to masturbate my little boy every day with my pretty toes.  I know he will crave the feel of them more and more with each passing day.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

Y’all know there is a big difference between the South and the dirty South, right? Your kidding me you didn’t know there was a big diff? You’re missing out then; let me fill you in real quick. The South is just a place. Lots of places can be considered the south. Heck you even have the “south” of many states where you find most of your country boys and girls. This is your picture-perfect place you think about in your mind. Apple pies and Sadie Hawkins dances. Go a little deeper. The dirty south is hidden in plan site.

Down in the deep hollars and back roads of these Ann of Green Gables places are some of the dirtiest, downright filthy types of people you will ever find. And that is where you will find me. And right now with the leaves starting to change and the air getting colder, it’s bonfire weather and that’s when we naughty country teens come out to play. I’m getting ready for the first bonfire of the season. No this ain’t no smores and a few beers kind of thing.

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Jade 1844-332-2639 ext 371

I love Friday’s. It’s the end of a long hard work week. I was walking along the streets enjoying the night air. The hustle of the night streets always packed. The lights, the noise, and the smell of the food carts bring out this vibe that is so alluring to everyone.

I stopped by a food cart and got a hot *** and a drink and there he was standing waiting for his order. So handsome with a dark aura that surrounded him. He had a strong jawline, black curly hair, and crystal blue eyes. I could not stop staring at him.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

We all know those boys who love to be humiliated. I have one special little boy who loves it. He practically begs for me. He is my special little special project.  It’s cruel to be kind as I spout out those words to him as he wears those pink panties.

Almost every day, he comes in begging me to humiliate him, such a pathetic lost soul. He comes back to life with each humiliating word. You can hear it in his voice over the phone with each humiliating word he takes a deep sigh of relief letting me know.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Who do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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