Category: phonesex

Under The Blanket

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Friday nights are for high school football! My girls and I got all dressed up for the game; you never know who’ll be in the stands. I was wearing a tiny denim skirt with my Converse and a little crop top that showed off my midriff. It seemed like the whole town came out for the game. The stands were packed with hollering parents and cheering teenagers.

My group of girls found a spot high up on the bleachers where we could look down over everyone and watch the hot players smash into each other. The sun slowly sank behind the trees, and the bright lights came on overhead. I started to rub my arms, as the sun’s rays were no longer keeping me warm; my barely there outfit was doing nothing to ward off the fall chill. Chad must have seen my attempt at warming up and decided to make a move.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Last week I snooped though Mommy Anna’s room and found her special gummies.  She caught me and told me they weren’t for little girls.  Mommy told me to stay out of her special gummies or I’d end up over her knee.  My naughty mind developed a plan to get my little brother Ronnie in trouble.  I told him to follow me into Mommy’s room.  Then I showed him the special gummies she had hidden in her drawer.  I convinced him to eat one.  As he chewed, I giggled and asked him if he wanted another one.  He took another one out of the bottle and chewed it all up.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms are more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.

Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He owned a laser hair removal company. It was a slow afternoon, and he was in a talkative mood. I think he was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. He told me that he was so appreciative of me for listening. Then he told me that he was going to give me a lifetime of free full body laser hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. I’d always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s so expensive. I thanked him profusely. He knew how excited and appreciative I was. That made him happy. He said that it made him feel so good to be able to reciprocate for my kindness.

It felt almost too good to be true. But after making the appointment I knew it was. She asked me if I wanted numbing cream. But I told her no. I felt like my pain tolerance was okay. And everything I read said it feels like a rubberband popping you. That didn’t sound so bad. But boy, was I wrong!

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whore

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ah, the whispers. They follow me, rustling through the market stalls, fluttering down cobbled streets. “La Française,” they hiss, as if my origin were a mark of evil itself. “That tramp. She’s a lady of the night, you know.” And then the little tittering laughs, like dry leaves moving across the pavement.

Me? I just tuck a rogue curl behind my ear, adjust the scarf I found near the canal – a surprisingly chic silk, mind you – and flash them a smile. A wide, toothy grin that usually makes them flinch. Because, mon chéri, they’re right. Every last word of it. They call me Stella. Or sometimes, if they’re feeling particularly brave and convinced of their own moral superiority, “that hussy.” I don’t mind. A name is a name, and a hussy, well, a hussy knows how to live.

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Rock Hard

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I always thought I was a faithful wife. Until I discovered that rock hard, twenty-year-old cocks are simply the best. There’s no competition really. How did I discover this you ask? Let me tell you.

At 32 I thought I had my life figured out. My career was stable, my friendships were solid, and my routine was comfortable. I wasn’t actively searching for love or even just sex, especially not with someone younger. But then I met Dylan at a mutual friend’s party, and everything changed.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Mmm, I can still feel the warmth of Bull’s thick cock as he emptied his massive load deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and deep, stretching my tight pussy to its limits, before filling me to the brim with his hot seed. Now, I turn to you, my pathetic cuck, with a wicked grin.

“Come on, Cuck, clean it up,” I purr, running a finger through the creamy mess coating my inner thighs. “You know you can’t resist the opportunity to taste what’s yours…even if it’s been claimed by another man.”

I spread my legs wide, exposing my dripping cunt to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but salivate at the sight, your eyes glued to the evidence of Bull’s conquest. “Go on, lap it up like the good little cuck you are,” I coo, encouraging your obedience.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, what should I do?” Those words just kept playing over and over again, through my head. We had fallen hard for each other. I had known each him for quite some time. But after his wife broke his heart, one thing led to another. And our professional relationship crossed the line. I was in deep. He had invited me to a luxury beachfront resort for the weekend. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten us a private cabana! We were having the most amazing evening. Dinner at the rooftop restaurant was so romantic. Then we took a quick dip in the private pool. We had to quickly retreat back into our cabana and our personal hot tub because of his raging boner. And before I knew it, the hot tub jets were sending me into complete ecstasy. That’s when all of a sudden, he asked if we could talk about his fetish. I had completely forgotten about his fetish! It’s as if my brain was on rewind and I saw it all over again. Our whirlwind romance had clouded my mind with too much dopamine. But he had indeed mentioned a fetish.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The only way you’re getting into my panties, sissy, is my doing my laundry.  First, I’m going to dress you in a proper service outfit.  You’re destined to be my service sissy maid today.  Now that you’re dressed properly, you can start your chores.  Gather up all my dirty clothes and take them to the laundry room.  That’s a good girl.  Make sure you sway those sexy little hips as you walk from place to place.  It’s important to practice being alluring.  You won’t get a real man with unsexy hips.  When you lean over the edge of the washer, be sure that your skirt flips up to show off the panties you’re wearing.

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