Tag: phone sex

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I was home from college for the weekend when I found myself in an impossible situation with my sister’s husband. I’m 20 years old but my naivety got the better of me.

It all started innocently enough. My sister was out of town on business and I was lounging around the house, bored out of my mind. My brother-in-law was home, too, but we rarely interacted, having little in common. That evening, he surprised me with a bottle of expensive champagne.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate your homecoming,” he said with a wink, popping the cork. I hesitated at first. But he assured me it would be fun.

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a grown man

Posted 1 month ago by Cory

Bartholomew

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s not every day you see a grown man sporting a full-on tuxedo with, shall we say, a little extra padding in the rear. But then again, my relationship with Bartholomew is anything but ordinary. He’s my big boy, emphasis on the big, and sometimes, bless his heart, his body just malfunctions.

Last Saturday was our friend Brenda’s annual “Soiree of Sophistication,” and naturally, I wanted Bartholomew to make a splash. Hence, the tuxedo. He looked dashing, kinda like heèd accidentally wandered into a James Bond film. The problem? Bartholomew gets cripplingly shy in social situations. His default setting is “awkward,” and apparently, his anxiety expresses itself through wetness.

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Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

“Mr. Daniels… I swear, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

I’m sitting on your desk, legs crossed, skirt hiked up just a little too high. My blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal the lace of my bra — and the way your eyes keep drifting tells me I’m doing exactly what I intended.

You lean back in your chair, arms folded, voice deep. “This isn’t appropriate, Carina.”

I bite my lip, sliding one heel off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.

“I know. But you called me into your office… and I figured maybe you wanted a little one-on-one performance review.”

I shift, just enough to let the hem of my skirt ride up further. No panties. I made sure of that.

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sissy girl

Posted 1 month ago by Amber

sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirk as I walk into the bedroom, my sissy girl already waiting for me on the bed. She’s wearing a tight pink dress that barely covers her ass, and her long blonde hair is pulled up into pigtails. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but there’s also a spark of excitement. She wants this, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“You ready for this, sissy?” I ask, my voice dripping with amusement. She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mistress.” I chuckle, walking over to the dresser where I keep my toys. I pick up the sleek, purple device and wave it in the air. “This little thing? It’s going to make you scream, like a sissy bitch.” She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets. I can see the wetness already staining the crotch of her dress.

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this hunger

Posted 1 month ago by Amber

Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s this hunger stirs within me most nights while I lay alone in my bed. It’s a longing that cannot be quenched by the mundane, of course. A girl like me craves for the touch of a masterful tongue, a dance of passion and the type of desire that will awaken my deepest fantasies.

Do it, I whisper to the unseen force that I trust will answer my call. Have your way with me, I plead, opening myself up to the possibilities that lie ahead. My legs part, inviting the sensation of a warm, wet tongue to explore the hidden corners of my body (o, as is in this case, we’re manifesting a fat tongue by acting as if we already have one by using my trusty Womanizer Pro). The first touch is electric, a jolt of pleasure that courses through my veins like a raging river. The “tongue” lingers, tracing a path of fire and ice along my inner thighs. I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat as I savor the feeling of something so forbidden yet so right.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My daydreams during lectures are filled with thoughts of feeling a hard, throbbing cock slide deep into my tight 20-year-old pussy. As the professor drones on about some boring topic, my mind drifts to fantasies of getting fucked. Sitting there surrounded by my classmates, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, imagining fingers or a tongue exploring my wet slit.

I cross and uncross my legs, my short skirt riding up my thighs. I make sure to wear the tiniest thongs so I can feel myself getting aroused. Fuck, I’m so horny! All I can think about is a big dick rubbing against my clit, then plunging into my needy cunt. My nipples stiffen under my thin top and I arch my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and I was lounging around the house in my favorite Metallica t-shirt and pink lace panties. My little ABDL buddy had fallen asleep for his afternoon nap, and I was left with a few hours to myself. Now, I have a pretty active social life, if I do say so myself. And one of my most reliable friends is Kevin, a fellow kinkster who shares my love of all things taboo. Kevin is my go-to guy whenever I need a little company, or a little excitement. And on this particular day, I knew he would be just the thing to liven up my quiet afternoon.

So I gave Kevin a call, and he was more than happy to swing by for a visit. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” he said, his voice already sounding a little breathless with anticipation. When Kevin arrived, he didn’t even bother to knock. He just let himself in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, well, well,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Looks like someone’s ready for a little fun.”

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sister

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Did we really just do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. I can’t help but smile at you, my lips curling up into a wicked grin. I take a moment to look around, but everyone around us seems to be blissfully unaware of our little tryst. The crowds are still milling about, enjoying the sights and sounds of the county fair, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away, you just ripped off my clothes and are about to fuck me, your little sister, on a bale of hay.

I can feel the heat radiating off your body, your chest heaving with each breath. I reach out and place my hand on your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear. I can feel you shiver at my touch, your body responding to me in ways you can’t control.

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Peggy

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

peggy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

In the privacy of my luxurious penthouse, I stood tall in my stilettos, commanding attention in my sheer lingerie. My gaze fell on Peggy, a man of power and prestige, yet here, in my domain, he was just a man with an insatiable desire. “Take off your clothes, Peggy,” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. “You know the drill.”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Only for you, Cory,” he replied, shedding his expensive suit, revealing his toned body. His dick stood at attention, eager and ready. I walked over to my collection of toys, my fingers tracing over the various sizes. I picked up a large, black dildo, turning to face Peggy. His eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to love this,” I promised, my voice dripping with seduction.

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boyfriend

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Recently, my best friend Tayla and her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas found themselves in the midst of a heated argument at the local dive bar. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of too many drinks and pent-up frustration that had been brewing for weeks (well, more like months). Once again, in an effort to make himself appear far superior (and cooler) than he actually is, Lucas told everyone that he’s related to a famous rockstar and wanted Tayla to play along. Tayla, her eyes flashing with anger, wasn’t having it. She hates it when Lucas lies, especially when he insists she participate. Tayla turned around, her heels clicking sharply on the sticky floor, and stormed out of the bar, leaving Lucas looking like an idiot and feeling very embarrased.

Lucas, desperate to salvage the night, followed her out, his voice pleading as he called after her. “Baby! Baby, you can’t just walk home! Let me drive you!” Tayla, her back stiff with defiance, snapped back, “Well, I ain’t helpless here, you’re just someone I can’t stand. I can find my own way home, I don’t need you!”

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