Category: phonesex slut

orgy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The invitation arrived via a text message that simply read: “My place in the woods, massive shower. Five slots open. Thoughts?” I showed the message to Rita, who was admiring how cute the penis cookies she had just baked turned out. Rita didn’t even look up from her phone. “Julian’s place. Tonight. All of us. He wants a sexy shower,” she said with a smile as she handed a BBC cookie to Kayla.

Francie, stretching her legs and arching her back on the plush carpet, sighed dreamily. “Oh, sweet Julian. He’s always so ambitious. Obviously we’re going. But Kayla, you drive. I refuse to get pine needles in my new Mercedes.” Kayla laughed and rolled her eyes as I replied to Julian’s text with a “See you there!” and five wink emojis. One from each of us.

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tits

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’m currently waiting for my date, Bryan, at this dimly lit, slightly too-loud bar, strategically wearing a top that says, “Yes, these are real, and yes, they require their own zip code,” because why hide the goods? Especially when I’m dealing with a titty connoisseur who specifically requested I wear something “supportive but revealing.” If there is one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I am not subtle.

Bryan finally walks in, and let me tell you, this guy doesn’t even bother with eye contact first! Which usually would be a giant red flag for me, but in his case, it’s more like a giant green, flashing signal advertising mutual appreciation for my, uh, “generous” proportions. I knew he was a dedicated breast man from our first phone call when he subtly (or perhaps not so subtly lol) kept dropping hints about “support systems” and his admiration for “natural architecture.” Seeing him now confirms every delightful, slightly unhinged rumor about his specific interests and the inevitable focus of our evening together.

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masturbation

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It smells in here, like cheap drinks and a lot of dreams. I walked fast through the backstage hall and pushed open the door to my small dressing room. I needed privacy and quiet. But I needed something else, too.

On stage, I am bright lights and fast moves. My smile is for the money. But in this quiet room, the smile is just for me. I looked at the mirror. Glitter was everywhere. I started taking off my outfit. The velvet, the straps, the tight little things. Slowly. I like this part. Peeling off the layers and the feeling of myself, it comes back.

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groupie

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.

I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.

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military man

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My friend Heather cornered me the moment she heard her brother, Henry, was back in the city. “Amber,” she’d whispered, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I’m throwing him a welcome home party and need you to be there! He’s been gone for so long, and you know…you know how I feel about you and him. Just…take care of him for me, okay?”

Henry was a ruggedly handsome military man, fresh from some top-secret Pentagon assignment. He was the kind of man who made you forget your own name, especially when he was wearing that crisp uniform. I wandered into Heather’s living room and there he was, looking as fine as ever, surrounded by friends and relatives. The air crackled when he looked in my direction. Heather had given me the go-ahead, a playful shove towards destiny, and my heart was doing a frantic drum solo against my ribs.

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trick

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Tami begged Mommy to go trick or Treating. Little did this naughty, filthy baby girl know that Mommy Anna had a surprise for her: A Halloween Costume any Sissy baby would flip out for: a Firlly, Fushia Pink Unicorn with a rainbow skirt. Tami squealed with glee and ran to try it on piece by piece. Mommy put hot pink extensions in her hair and gave her matching sparkly shoes.

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Cuck Conquests

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.

I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.

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witch sex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was Hallowe’en night. Outside, the mortal world celebrated with plastic masks and cheap candy. But I craved a real thrill, a true terror. I had spent seven Hallowe’ens trying to communicate with spirits, but to no avail. Tonight, I wasn’t summoning a familiar; I was calling something hungry from the deepest trench of the underworld.

My voice, raw and aching, delivered the final incantation: “Come, Shade of the Forgotten. Taste me, for I am willing.” The candles—tallow dipped in fat—did not flicker. They simply vanished, plunging the room into absolute, freezing darkness. Then, almost instantly, he materialized. He wasn’t a sheet or a spectral mist. He was the perfect, sculpted embodiment of shadow, a man stitched together from cosmic cold and palpable malevolence.

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breeding kink

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Mr. Sterling was from out of town, his accent a low, rumbling melody that hinted at old money and even older secrets. I’d been working on the Harrington merger for months, flying back and forth, enduring endless conference calls with Mr. Sterling and his team. And, today, we’d finally sealed the deal.

“Stella,” he’d said, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “a deal this significant deserves a proper celebration. I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner.” I hesitated for a split second, the professional in me battling the flicker of intrigue. But the thrill of closing such a massive deal, coupled with his undeniable charisma, won out. “I’d love to, Mr. Sterling.”

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Sissy Slut Bob Pays The Rent

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I told my useless faggot boyfriend that if he didn’t start helping with the bills by getting a job, I’d find a way to make him pay. His lazy, good-for-nothing ass STILL didn’t look for a job after I dressed him in lingerie and invited six men over to gangbang him. I thought the idea of getting fucked for money would make him straighten up. However, the fucking cock lover has actually gotten lazier, if that’s even possible.

It’s clear he wants his holes getting stretched out and getting his face full of cum to be the only way he helps me out with the expenses around here. I came home to find him playing his video games again, and I threw the bag of slutty lingerie at his chest. “What’s this, baby?” He barely even looked away from the screen to check the bag.

“It’s the lingerie your sissy, slut ass is going to be wearing when you make our rent money tonight.” There was a spark of excitement in his gaze when he looked at me, and I sighed. Of course, there was no trepidation or fear. He loves being a cock sucking faggot.

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