Category: roleplay phonesex

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

 

I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.

My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.

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Fun with Food

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was at home in the kitchen, thinking about cooking when my brother Matt came in. He told me him and his friends were watching exotic porn where the girls were masturbating using all kinds of food. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear. I said, “You want to film me doing what to myself?” Matt wanted me to choke on a banana and stick a huge cucumber up my pussy.

Now, I’ve had fun with food before, but we are talking about banana split type food all OVER my body, nothing ever inside, but it sounded intriguing. I agreed. If I was going to stuff food inside me, I might as well lay down on the kitchen table. Eat me baby! Not only did Matt want to film everything, but he also wanted to participate.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.

When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door” →

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”

He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).

Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.

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Tiny Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Even a young girl like me knows a teenie dick when I see one. And when you pull your pants down and take out that tiny ass “cock” I know even before I touch it that I don’t want it. But let’s be honest here, your tiny dick isn’t big enough to please anyone sexually.

Well, I guess I can’t technically say that because it WILL please me sexually when I get to laugh and make fun of it. You just won’t make me happy in the traditional way. But when you call me for small penis humiliation phone sex, it’s going to be SO much fun to humiliate you for what’s lacking between your legs. I don’t know how much fun it will be for you at first, but once you realize that’s the only attention you’re going to get from me, I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He came in to my studio under the guise of a “creative consultation,” which was a vague term that meant nothing more than “I want you to see what I’m not allowed to touch.” He’d been a lawyer, a man steeped in contracts and clauses, but his eyes betrayed the yearning for something raw, unfiled.

I learned early on that the word “taboo” is a suggestion, not a law. It’s a whisper that shivers down a willing spine. And, of course, I love to make that whisper roar. So, I offered him a chair. Not the comfortable kind. The useful kind. “Stella,” he whispered, “I’ve read the rules. I’ve signed the consent forms. I’m yours, for as long as you want.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

There I was, perched on the edge of a plush velvet sofa in Kayla’s living room. Sammy, our sissy girl was excitedly describing the man she’d chosen to marry. He was a team lead at her workplace and he already had a fiance, but that wasn’t going to stop Sammy. Especially, with Kayla and I there to encourage our little homewrecker virgin whore.

As Sammy talked about how she could see the shape of her future husband’s thick cock through his dress pants every morning, Kayla nudged me and whispered, “We should help her choose her bridal lingerie for the wedding night her pussy will never forget!” I laughed, because even just the thought of our sexy little Sammy bouncing up and down on that cock in virginal lingerie was deliciously mischievous in and of itself. “You’re on, babe,” I whispered back.

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Foot Job

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

We all know you love feet, but have you ever had a sexy foot job? Are you the type of man who appreciates a women’s feet? Do you find yourself watching them as they walk by you?

And do you sometimes find that you have to go into a public bathroom to jerk off after you have been out and about for a while, looking at all those sexy feet? I bet summer is your favorite season thanks to all those toes on display huh? If you answered yes to any or all of these, then I think you definitely need to come and worship my feet.

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Dirty Daddy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Valentine’s Day always reminds me of my dirty daddy. He makes sure to spoil me every year, and this Valentine’s Day was no different. My dirty daddy surprised me with something hot!!

He sent me a handwritten invitation that simply said, “Happy Valentine’s Day my princess. See you at 7:00.” The invitation was delivered by courier, along with two boxes. One had a dress in it, the other had new shoes. There was a note attached that said, “Put these both on for your dirty daddy”.

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