Category: fetish phonesex

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I had been at my new job at the breastaurant for a little over a week and I was loving it. My manager told me that he likes to check in with new girls to see how everything is going and answer any questions. He told me to meet him in his office after my shift. I was excited to tell him how much I was enjoying my job and how appreciative I am for him taking a chance on me. But when the other girls saw me heading back to his office they were acting so weird. It was like they knew something that I didn’t. So I started getting nervous that he was going to fire me or something. Maybe everyone already knew except me. I knocked lightly on the door. He yelled to come in. So I did. He told me to have a seat. So I did. Then he asked me how everything was going and how I liked the job. I told him that I loved it and that I was so grateful. He told me that he was very pleased to hear that. I was very relieved that he seemed happy with me.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Has anybody ever told you your pussy was finger lickin’ good? It was a beautiful Saturday morning when my lover Mike picked me up in his sleek convertible for our weekend road trip getaway. As we cruised down the open highway with the wind whipping through my hair, the sexual tension between us was palpable. Mike reached over and placed his hand high up on my thigh, giving it a sensual squeeze. I caught his flirtatious grin as he took his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at me.

“Mmm, you’re so sexy Diana,” he purred, his voice deep with desire. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over this gorgeous body of yours.”

I bit my lip and spread my legs, silently inviting him to touch me. His fingers deftly unzipped my tight jeans and slipped beneath the waistband of my lacy panties. I gasped as he began to stroke my already slick folds.

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Stephanie 844-33-CANDY Ext 454

I could see both movers unloading the truck through my kitchen window. Greg & Kev, hired through a service suggested through my leasing agent. I sipped my coffee as I watched them tackle my king sized bed. They came around and entered the front door. With the mattress still in their hands Greg asked “where would you like us to put the bed?” “In the bedroom, sorry I’ll go open the door for you” he nodded smiling at me.

I smiled back as I passed him and opened the bedroom door. I stood inside the bedroom holding the door as they entered. “Nice bed, is all of this yours?” Kev asked. “Yeah you don’t ask a lady that” Greg said sharply. I giggled. “Yes it’s all mines” “you live alone?” Kev asked as they set the bed up against the wall. “Yep” “No boyfriend?” Kev replied quickly. “hey, cut it out” Greg barked. “No it’s alright.” I said softly. They both stared at me with a certain look of curiosity. “Would you guys like some water or something?” I asked to break the silence. “Yeah that’s not a bad idea” Greg said after clearing his throat.

I walked to the kitchen grabbed two bottles of water and returned. My bed was lying flat on the floor. Kev was sitting on the edge while Greg stood leaning against the wall.

 

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Out Of Order

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.

At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”

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Mommy Loves You

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

As an ABDL mommy I can confidently say that mommy loves you my kinky babies. You diaper lovers always make me laugh. Trying to pretend that you don’t need to be changed, when you really do, just to make me angry.
If you didn’t have an accident then why do you have such a full diaper? Is that why you’re extra fussy tonight? Why are you being so disobedient when it comes to me changing you?

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Lying on the floor, I blinked over and over as another load splashed over my face. The big, black Bukakke party was in full swing now. Twelve men stood in a circle around me. Each one stroking a monster like big, black dicks. Purple heads all around, dripping precum down on my skin, and then a gruff grunt would fill the air, and a warm spray of cum would splatter over my skin.

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Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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Perv Tax Season

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We listen and we don’t judge…

Sort of. Sure, we’re no taboo, and you filthy boys get to explore your fantasies and fetishes by pushing the limits of your desires. Sometimes, it’s even us girls pushing you to jerk off to nastier, darker topics. Illegal things, even. Because it feels so good to ruin you, HOWEVER, some pervs want things so disgusting that they deserve to be taxed just for entering the chatroom. Welcome to perv tax season, you filthy fucks. Things are about to get expensive. Continue reading “Perv Tax Season” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Ronnie left the house while Mommy Anna was hanging the laundry to dry. He told Mommy Anna he’d be out for a while, so she reminded him to simply be back for dinner.

 

He took off on his favorite bike, and felt free as ever with his hair blowing in the wind. He decided to visit all of his favorite spots, and pass by the park to say hello to his friends. But next thing ya know, it was lunch time and Ronnie was feeling famished. He happened to be at the same block where he last saw Mommy Anna getting spanked, only he didn’t feel like seafood, so he went to the pizza parlor next door.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I think my husband is a closet sissy. He’s always hiding in my closet and trying on my clothes. He can’t hold a job or get a job because he’s so obsessed with being a sissy. I’m so sick of him not working. So I have an idea. I’m going to turn his obsession into money. That way we will both be happy. Can you please help me? Will you take him shopping for some slutty lingerie? Then take pictures of him in it? So that I can post him for hire?” she practically begged.

It sounded like fun to me. But I had to make sure it was the best thing for him. After having a long session with him, I was confident that it was. He was beyond ecstatic to go lingerie shopping.

So we went and picked out several sexy things for him to try on. Then we headed to the dressing room. He got more and more turned on as he tried each slutty thing on. I could see him getting harder and harder. And my instinct is, see a hard cock, make it cum.

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