Category: deviant phonesex

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Pt1

“I’ll get my car, we can load these up and I’ll take you guys over to Sara’s for the rest of my cookies?” I expected at least one of them to say no. To suggest to the others that it wasn’t safe to get into a stranger’s car. I mean, they ARE girl scouts. They should be resourceful and all that, but they just lost their minds in happy cheering and agreed.

There was a skip in my step as I made my way back down the parking lot. My phone in hand, I dialed Mr. V. His gruff voice answered, “What?” Someone must be moody since he hadn’t had a new treat in a while. I was about to make his day.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was the middle of the day and I was feeling particularly mischievous. Willa, my perfect little panty slut, was hard at work in his office, oblivious to the surprise I had in store for him. To the outside world, Willa appears to be a normal, red-blooded American guy. But I know better. Behind closed doors, he transforms into my sissy princess in emerald green panties.

I snuck into his office while he was at lunch, my emerald green silk panties clutched tightly in my hand. The jewels sparkled temptingly in the fluorescent light. This particular pair drives Willa wild. The minute the warm silk caresses his milky thighs, he melts into a needy puddle, his clitty straining the front of his pants.

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Daddy's Fun Stuff

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mikey would do anything for Daddy’s approval, even when Daddy started offering some of that sweet, white powder in a little baggy. Mikey knew that it wasn’t a good idea, that that stuff made people do bad things, but if Daddy said it was okay, then he would listen. He started inhaling the fun stuff that made Mikey feel so good whenever Daddy would offer it, but after a few months, Daddy got stingy.

“Please, can I have some fun stuff?” Mikey was holding on to his elbow as he pleaded with his Father in the master bedroom.

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I'm Not Too Young

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’m not THAT young. At nineteen, I’m very mature for my age. Ask any of the parents I babysit for. They all love and trust me. They say I’m very responsible and reliable, so why won’t you let me be responsible for your orgasms?

Sure, sure. You’ve been friends with my Dad for longer than I’ve been alive, but what does that really matter? I’ve seen the way you look at me. The subtle ways you have to adjust yourself so no one else sees your erection. I’m not too young for you to fuck, so give in already.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing my black lace lingerie. The garter belt, stockings, and heels are all in place, but the sight of you in my panties and bra is a shock. You look stunning, but I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing my things. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know, I didn’t think you had the balls to wear my lingerie,” I say, my voice a low purr. You jump, startled, and turn to face me. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and I can see the bulge in your panties. “I thought you were just a good girl, but I guess I was wrong.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “I thought it would be fun to surprise you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
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wet

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna decided to adopt a new, pretty little slut. She took her by the hand and brought her upstairs to her boudoir. Then Mommy Anna sat her down and undressed her from head to toe. Mommy Anna told her it was time to make her up into her slutty little doll. Fist, she brushed her hair, ‘’A hundred strokes should get rid of all the knots’’ Mommy Anna said. Next Mommy Anna applied makeup to her beautiful little slut’s face: some purple eyeshadow, some blush and highlight, and don’t forget to pucker those slutty little lips! Said Mommy Anna.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mercedes and I are nothing if not Grade A sluts.  We love cocks.  Maybe more than anything in the world.  Fucking just might be the best activity in the whole wide world.  There’s just one little problem though.  After hours and hours of fucking, our sexy little holes get all full of cum.  Sure, we could take a shower and wash ourselves out.  But why do that when it’s so much fun to have our own personal little cleanup boi at our beck and call?

He’s always around, usually hiding and watching as we’re getting fucked.  Sometimes he likes to hide in our closet.  Other times he likes to hide under the bed.  But, he’s always there ready to serve when we’re so full we can’t take another load.

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Geeky Lil Clean Up Cuck

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

How bonkers is it that twins can be so different while looking exactly alike? The star running back of our football team has a twin, and while it’s a hot fantasy to think about being sandwiched between two hot brothers who look exactly the same, his brother ruins the fantasy by being geeky. Like uber nerdy to the point that it doesn’t even matter how hot he is. He’s just such a loser.

A pervy, little geeky loser, though. The last time I was over giving the star running back a workout, his brother came home early from DnD and walked right into their shared room. The hot brother under me exploded inside of me, but I knew the fun wasn’t over yet.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man” →

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My roommates had a party the other night. It got really crazy. They told me that there were only going to be a few people. But they kept coming. My friends were dancing on the pole. Everyone started getting really rowdy and riled up. We were all partying and having a good time. They were all cheering my friends on as they took turns dancing on the pole. I joined in the cheering. Then all of a sudden, they all started cheering me on. They were yelling “Little Rachel on the pole” over and over again. I was so embarrassed. My friends are dancers. They know how to dance on the pole. I don’t. I was saying no but they wouldn’t stop. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve never done it. But between the drinks and the peer pressure, I somehow had the balls to do it. I’m sure I made myself look like a total loser. But everyone was having a good time. Me included. So I continued to give them what they wanted. Before I knew it, they were chanting “TAKE IT OFF!”

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