Tag: roleplay phonesex

 

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

No one knew where she went. One day she was laughing and joking with her friends, and the next, no one had seen her. The community was quickly called in to help in the Missing Francie case. The poor girl’s mother was in tears every time she retold the story of the last time she’d hugged her girl. Your arousal spiked every time you saw her wet face appear. She looked so much like her Daughter. You had thought guilt would pick at you, but it never came.

Days, weeks, months. Not a single trace of the girl could be located. You watched the news nightly, waiting to see if any new developments would come to light. Everyone was missing Francie, except for you.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I had only worked at the hotel for a few days before I started completing room service turndowns by myself. My mentoring Maid had shown me the procedures and felt we would get the rooms cleaned quicker if we split the work up and did the rooms solo instead of together. A divide and conquer technique.

I had knocked as I did on every door before this one, but you didn’t respond. So I assumed the room was empty and slid my master key card into the lock. As I walked into the room, I picked up a discarded towel and slung it over my arm, then walked around the corner to see how much work the room would need. I was shocked to find you still lying in bed, sleeping on your back, with the blankets tangled around your hips. I should have turned around and slipped the “do not disturb” sign on your door. But your cock was rock hard and begging for attention.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

There was this boy I used to date. He was into having sex on trampolines. The first time, we were at his house. He suggested that we go outside and lay on the trampoline under the stars. It was a crisp fall evening. The sky was so clear, and the stars were so bright. We were cuddled up with cozy, soft blankets and pillows. It was really romantic. That night it was sensual and sweet. I felt like it was a special first time for us. What I didn’t realize is that it was only the beginning. The next time, we were at his house during the day. Again, he suggested we go out and lay on the trampoline. I thought since we had such a magnificent time the first night, he just wanted to recreate that. I giggled and reminded him that it was dark last time. This time all of the neighbors will be able to see us. But he was serious and adamant about the fact that he wanted to do it. I just wanted to make him happy and get it out of his system. So I agreed. This time it got crazier.

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Hot and Wet

Posted 1 month ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s a scorching summer day and I’m feeling so hot and bothered, I can hardly bear it. The temperature has been climbing all week, topping 90 degrees for days on end. There’s no relief from the oppressive heat. I’m sweating everywhere, my clothes clinging to my damp skin as I walk outside.

I long for a cool breeze to caress my flushed cheeks and quench my parched throat. But it’s just me against the thick, muggy air. I arrive home from my errands, wilted and weary. The moment I walk in, I strip off my sundress, eager to feel some relief.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I couldn’t believe my eyes! I had never seen a plumber in panties before. He was checking out the pipes under my sink. I had a leak. He bent down to take a peek. And there they were, clear as day. But oh so frayed. The light pink lace trim had separated from the silky bottoms. I couldn’t help but stare. He quickly turned and caught me looking. Automatically reaching back, he felt the exposed lace band. He turned a bright shade of red. I flashed a reassuring smile. He began to stutter as he felt the need to explain. I could tell he was so embarrassed. There’s no need to explain, I assured him. But he continued. “It’s the only pair I have. I managed to steal them from my wife a long time ago. I have to wash them by hand late every night while she’s asleep. I’m too embarrassed to buy any myself. Nobody knows about my fetish. Well, I guess you do now. I’m so ashamed” he confessed.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Candy Girl Trivia Game Night Tonight!!! Let’s see who knows us best! The questions will be quite simple. All you have to do is study our bios. The answers are all there. There will be twenty two questions. One for each Candy Girl. All you have to do is be the first one to answer with the correct Candy Girl’s name and you get the point. The person with the most points that has not already won a game this month will be the winner. And the winner gets a FREE 15 minute call with the Candy Girl of their choice. But you must choose a Candy Girl that is also participating in the game.

Look over the Candy Girl’s bios to prepare for the game. And I’m sure you will learn things that you never knew before. Learn more about each Candy Girl, our specialties, or shall I say Specialtease? Find out what our favorite roleplays, fetishes, and fantasies are. But you will probably be so horny by the time the game starts. You’ll be a bunch of hard, dripping cocks. Just be careful because we all know you guys can only think with one head at a time.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This particular night was the roleplay that broke him. He came in cocky. Hands in his pockets, pretending he was in control. I told him to sit. He hesitated. Wrong move. “I said sit!!” My voice sliced through the room like silk over steel. He obeyed. Slowly. I smiled. Good boy.

He wanted to “try something different,” something taboo. I told him I had a fantasy—and tonight, he’d play the part. He didn’t ask questions. That was mistake number two.

I walked around him in stilettos, slow and deliberate, dragging my fingernails across the back of his neck. “Tonight, I’m not your girl. I’m your instructor. And you’re going to learn how to please me properly. You’ve been slacking in your performance… and now, you’re staying after hours.” His breath hitched. His pants tightened. I grabbed his chin and made him look at me.
“I grade on obedience. And right now, you’re failing.” I tied his wrists behind the chair with my silk scarf, slid my thigh over his lap, and whispered all the filthy things he’d have to do to earn extra credit. I traced my tongue along his ear, then slapped his cheek. Gently. Enough to make his Continue reading “The Roleplay That Broke Him” →

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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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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Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

I’m the girl who turns “What if?” into “Oh God, yes.” With a voice that’s been called “whiskey neat with a side of trouble,” I’ve made a career out of making strangers forget they’re strangers.The spaces between your shame and your hunger. Maybe you’re a CEO who needs to be stripped of control, or a suburban dad who craves a back-alley dominatrix with a PhD in humiliation. I’ll morph into your muse, your tormentor, your accomplice. You want a confessional? A rebellion? A fever dream where I’m both the cure and the symptom? Buckle up, sweetheart.

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