Category: phonesex

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 x463

The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark outside. I went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and took it upstairs to my room so I could cuddle and watch TV before bed.

I must have fallen asleep because a few hours later I heard my bedroom door creak open. When I opened my eyes, I saw daddy climb in bed with me. It wasn’t the first time, but it was his first teaching moment.

I was wearing a purple silky nighty and daddy started lifting it up from the bottom, exposing my lace floral panties. He put two fingers on the outside of my panties and slowly started rubbing until he made a nice little wet spot.

That’s when daddy moved the panties to the side and started rubbing my clit and slit. He wanted to feel my wet pussy juices for himself. The more he rubbed my clit, the wetter I was getting. I couldn’t stop from letting the moans slip out. He put a hand over my mouth; we didn’t want to wake up mommy.

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Take Over For Me

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.

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motorcycle slut

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A black leather jacket, worn just right, hugged his wide shoulders. Dark jeans, heavy boots. His hair was long, pulled back in a knot, and he had a look in his eyes that said he knew things I didn’t. A scar cut a thin line through his eyebrow. He was a bad man, I thought. And my stomach twisted with a strange, dark excitement.

He didn’t look at anyone else. His eyes, dark like midnight, found mine across the room. A slow, knowing smile reached his lips. My heart, which had been so bored just moments ago, started to beat against my ribs. I didn’t smile back, just held his gaze like a silent dare.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was lying on an examination table in the middle of an extraterrestrial saucer. A gaggle of gorgeous, fully-nude aliens surrounded me, both male and female, each more stunning than the last. Sparkling antennae twitched, iridescent skin shimmered.

Before I could even utter a bewildered squeak, I felt a probe sliding into my mouth. It gently manipulating my tongue and lips. My body responded instinctively, parting its pearly gates to accept the proffered pleasure. As my slick folds yielded to the alien’s touch, I realized each probe corresponded to a throbbing cock, expertly coaxed to readiness.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Self-care is super important, especially this time of year. Holidays are coming up fast, and everyone can get so stressed out. I knew I needed to take my snookums out for some pampering, so I booked us a couples massage. I waited impatiently for him to finish work on the day of the appointment. When he finally arrived home, I jumped into his arms and started kissing him. His hands looped around me, and he carried me toward our bedroom.

We’d need to be freshly showered for our appointment, so I wasn’t surprised when he backed me into the bathroom, and we stripped each other. I turned on the water, and we walked into the spray, still kissing. My hands stroked over his cock, but I was careful not to make him spill over. I wanted him hard and anxious during our unique couples massage.

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Stripping Lessons

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

One of my favourite sissies recently asked me for some stripping lessons. He lets me do whatever I want to him and dress him however I like, so I figured it was only fair to fulfill his wish.

I wasn’t sure if he would ever actually go through with it until the other night when he called me and said he needed some Avery time. He then asked if after I make him femme he can have his first stripping lesson. Absolutely, I said! I told him I was going to take him out and to come over around 4 pm so that I could get him ready.
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Amber, Kayla and I talked one day about what sort of cryptids and other creatures might be hidden at Area 51.  Kayla said she was sure there were skinwalkers there.  I shuddered at the thought.  If there’s one cryptid I never want to run into, it’s skinwalkers.  Amber piped up that she’d heard there were mermaids tucked away somewhere in the compound.  I know there are real aliens hidden away in there, hopefully some with tentacles.  Suddenly, I jumped up and exclaimed that the three of us needed to devise a plan and strom Area 51 together!  We could probably sneak right in and search the compound and find out all they’re hiding in there.

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Bridesmaid Gets All The Action

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister Sara was getting married and was struggling with the idea of having just one cock for the rest of her life. She suggested the weekend before her big day, we should get a hotel out of town and try to fuck as much cock as possible before she was a married woman. I’m always supportive of my sister’s dreams and wishes, so I agreed.

We got all dolled up, looking sexy as fuck, and slipped down to the club in the hotel. There were so many choices of hot guys, but unfortunately, we kept looking at the same one. Since she is the bride, of course, I, as the bridesmaid, knew I’d have to let her have him if she wanted him.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls” →

His First Time In Pantyhose

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I want to try something new. Or different, I guess.” He whispered to me as we sat in the cute little coffee shop downtown. “I’m so bored and frustrated. She doesn’t want to try anything new or fun.” Rain patted at the large glass panes in front of us, coming down in lazy sideways splats that ran down the glass, giving me an idea. I scooted closer to him and squeezed his knee. My hand roamed high up on his married thigh, and I smirked at him. His wedding band stopped tapping against his coffee mug as he looked back at me.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.” My gaze scanned the man before me. He was the definition of masculine. Sleek, strong muscles bulged all over his tall frame. A sexy silver sprinkled beard, that I constantly wanted rubbing between my thighs, topped off his “Boys boy,” appeal. There was absolutely nothing feminine about him, but I wanted him in pantyhose.

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