Category: erotic phonesex

vegas

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas. As soon as I answered his video call, he panned the camera outward. The Bellagio fountains erupted behind him, with water arcing under the cold platinum glare of floodlights. “Surprise, my little New York raindrop,” he said. His voice rumbled so low I could feel in my bones. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Think of how you looked when you came the last time I touched you.”

I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I let the image of him fade as the fountains crescendoed, their mechanical thrum syncing with the pulse in my dripping wet pussy. When I looked back, the screen showed not his face, but his body. Drenched in sweat, naked except for the sheen of the Vegas night. His hands slowly traced the curve of his ribs, as if he were sculpting himself out of muscle and clay.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I have always liked the dark side of control. Sometimes, I think back to the hallway of my old school, where the smell of chalk and old books mixed with the scent of my very hot teacher’s cologne. Mr. Harris was my English teacher for three years. He was kind, with a soft voice that could make Shakespeare feel like a whisper in a lover’s ear. To me, anyway.

After graduation I left the town. I moved to the city, and learned how to dress in black leather and how to make a command sound like a promise. I became a domme. This entire time, I kept Mr. Harris’s name in a notebook with his birthday, his favorite coffee, even the way he tapped his pen when he was thinking. It was a secret map, like a game that only I could see.

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Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464

The wooden screen between us felt like a joke as I pressed my thighs together, my bare folds sticking against the smooth of the kneeler. ” Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” I began, my voice deliberately breathy .” I have been touching myself in the chapel, imagining your hands on my body instead of god’s, a true confessional desecration.”

Father Micheal”s sharp intake was audible even through the lattice. I could almost hear his heartbeat as I continued. “Last night, as I lay in my cot with my habit pushed up in my waist, my fingers circling my clit until I was dripping. I imagine you walking in, catching me, your cassock tented with arousal.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about when a sexy plumber fixed my leaks.  My sink sprung a leak and I was forced to call the plumber.  He said he’d be there by 9 a.m. but never showed up until 3 p.m.  I was furious that I had to hang out at home all day waiting for him to come fix my sink.  He could have called or texted to let me know he was running late.

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Isabelle 1844-33-candy Ext 464

Detention is where I am right now, and where I belong. Seated in my plaid skirt, I was innocently minding my own business, white shirt loosely unbuttoned to tempt Mr.Black, a plan I’d hatched with the intention of provoking a reaction. Suddenly, I saw Mr.Black look up from his desk. His eyes reflect a hungerthat immediately tightens my thighs.

He knew I was a bad girl, and I was desperate for him to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t forget. “Isabelle,” he growled, standing up and walking over to lock the classroom door. ” You’ve been distracting the entire class with your attitude. It’s time you learned your lesson.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I had been so busy that I couldn’t keep up with the housework. So I decided to put an ad out for a maid. I never anticipated ending up with a sissy maid. But he was the most eager and excited of everyone I interviewed. I didn’t know at the time that he was a sissy. But from the moment he started, he was buzzing around, busy at work. It was as if the deep cleaning and organizing revved him up and gave him more energy. I couldn’t believe it. It felt as if it were too good to be true. But he continued day after day, and my life had become so much easier. Nothing had ever been so organized. Especially my lingerie drawers!

One day I was in my office working away on blogs when I decided to run to the kitchen for a snack. Some movement on the security monitor caught my eye and when I took a closer look, I couldn’t believe what I saw. He was in my daughter’s room trying on her panties. I went running in there to ask him what on earth he was doing. He looked so embarrassed and humiliated.

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pussy eating

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re not like the others, Amber.” He’s a lot older than I am and I probably should’ve run for the hills as soon as he said that, but I didn’t. I couldn’t help but desire him, even though I knew he was trouble. His hands were cold when he cupped my face, as his thumbs brushed my lips. I tilted my head back, as he murmured, “Spread them.” It wasn’t a request.

My fingers trembled, parting my pussy lips to reveal the ripe, aching fruit between us. The next thing I knew, he was devouring the flesh. MY flesh. I moaned, thinking it was passion, until his teeth grazed my clit and sent a joly of electricity through my entire body.

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Tiny Gross Girl

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Boys can get off on some wild things. This one, in particular, likes to make me his tiny, gross girl. He loves it when I’m gassy and blech for him. Burping up whatever is in my little body for him to breathe in and get off to. He’s been begging for me to let the gas out in another direction, and I’ve been refusing for a long while. I mean, come on, girls don’t fart! Right? At least not in public or in front of boys.

He wants it so badly, though, that he tricked me. He dressed me in a super-sexy dress and high heels, then took me to a fancy Mexican restaurant. We ordered tepeches and the amount of rice and beans! My stomach was rumbling before we even got to dessert!

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna had a secret crush on her brother-in-law. She imagined what it would be like to fuck him behind her sister’s back. After all, her sister was a vanilla. And Anna, well, she was always a dirty girl deep down.

Anna went to a local dirty motel and called her brother-in-law.  She told him that she needed to talk and instructed him on where to meet her. She undressed in the room and waited on the edge of the bed.

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sluts

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The rain hammered against the pavement as Zoey and I huddled under the awning of the laundromat, with our work panties clinging to our skin. Twelve-hour shifts at the brothel left us reeking of sweat and cum, and our pussies were chafed raw. “Remember the ad we posted?” Zoey whispered, her breath fogging in the cold. “Seeking detail-oriented individual for personal cleaning duties. Must be hygienic, patient, and open-minded.”

Hugo answered within the hour. He arrived in a hoodie two sizes too big with eyes the color of storm clouds. “You wanted someone for cleaning services?” he’d asked, staring at our soiled panties. We’d nodded, leading him to the laundromat’s back room. It was nohing more than a narrow closet with a rusted sink. “It’s a ritual,” I said, stripping out of my panties. “We need someone clean to do it.” His hesitation lasted three seconds. “I’m good with details,” he mumbled.

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