Category: fetish phonesex

Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Kayla loves a good SWAT just as much as the next slut, but today she’s itching to SPANK YOU. You’re sweet, BARELY LEGAL Goddess has selected a few of my favorite toys to use on your willing flesh. So strip down, bend over this bench before you. Let’s get started, shall we?

First, I’ll use the palm of my bare hands to warm up your supple skin with several soft spanks. Secondly, rubbing and kneading your ass cheeks until you’re squirming and your poor little cock is standing STRAIGHT up like it thinks it will get attention tonight. It won’t. Tonight is all about your perfect little ASS and my desire to spank you.

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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Teen tease and please Avery should really be my name. Because honestly I think I was born to be a cock tease. I’ve always been a natural tease and I’m very proud of that fact. Daddy used to tell me that I could get any man to do anything I wanted, just with right look and my cute as little giggles.

We both know that you’re going to call me and before you know it, you’re going to be wrapped around my finger. And if you play your cards right, you naughty boy, my delectable pussy and mouth will be wrapped around your cock.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He is my sissy. My apprentice. The canvas on which I will paint obedience. But he doesn’t quite know it yet. He stands in the hallway, trembling, clutching the thin, pastel cardigan I chose for him. His hair is slicked back in an artificial bob with the ends dyed a pastel pink that catches the light like bruised roses. He looks at me with a mixture of awe and terror, before his eyes dart to the leather cuffs hanging on the coat rack and the polished wooden bench where I will have him sit.

“Welcome, Alex,” I say, edged with authority. I watch the subtle shiver that ripples through his shoulders. He nods and whispers, “Yes, Mistress.” I guide him inside my apartment. The bench is already prepared. An ornate iron frame draped with a black silk sheet and a small brass bowl bearing a single, polished ruby at its center. I instruct him to strip. His hands trembled as he removes each piece of clothing until he stands there completely naked. I hand him a pair of thin lace panties and he looks at me, puzzled. “Put them on,” I say, calmly. “You’re a girl now.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The first man I truly “noticed” was Mr. Harrow, the 58‑year‑old owner of the corner bakery. I would watch him knead dough with a rhythm that reminded me of a heartbeat, with his forehead creasing in concentration and his eyes flickering over the pastries as if he were measuring the stories they could tell.

I didn’t understand at the time, but the way he laughed made me feel that I was in the presence of someone who could teach me a few things. My infatuation grew, not in the shallow way of a teen crush, but more like a slow, deliberate ache. I started to linger at the bakery after school, pretending to need a croissant while really just wanting to hear the soft rustle of his cardigan as he moved. I’d catch his eye, and for a heartbeat he’d smile.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I have an issue.” She confessed during our first session that her husband’s cock was closer to the size of a clit. And she had never been sexually turned on by him. She found herself fantasizing about fucking huge hard cocks.

I told her that honesty is the best policy. It’s probably nothing he doesn’t already know. And it would probably turn him on to hear the truth. She agreed to give it a try and let me know how it goes.

Two weeks later, she reported back. There was a new pep in her step and sparkle in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to tell me about what happened. That night when he got home, she told him about our session. She said that he was immediately intrigued and even seemed excited. So she continued to tell him the truth, from their wedding night. She was so disappointed. He started to squirm as she told him. At first, she thought that it was making him extremely uncomfortable. But then she realized that it was getting him extremely hard. So she told him about fantasizing about bigger, harder cocks that last long enough to give her multiple orgasms.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

There was a time when I spent my mornings sipping coffee on the pier while the rope‑clad sailors shouted orders and hauled nets. Every time a burly deckhand looked in my direction, I felt a flutter in my already dripping wet pussy. I began to wonder whether I was simply attracted to the smell of tar and brine or to the swagger that comes with a life spent battling waves.

One breezy afternoon I decided to test my theory. I slipped into a striped nautical tee (my version of a sailor’s uniform, though I lacked the appropriate boots) and strutted down to the pier, pretending I could read the tide charts. Almost instantly, I caught the eye of one young seafarer, a lanky fellow with a tattoo of an anchor on his bicep, pretending to mend a net. I tipped my hat and said, “Mind if I borrow a rope? I’m feeling a little tangled up in my own fantasies.” He chuckled and offered me a spare coil. His fingers brushed my palm in a way that felt like a secret handshake between the tides and my imagination.

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Turning Johnny Into a Foot Cuck

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The house party was in full swing, and the couches were packed full of people playing games and drinking. Johnny and I took a seat on the floor by the coffee table. I wiggled up into his lap, and he was playing with my hair when I noticed Molly had her feet on the table. Johnny gets so horny for stocking feet, and I wondered if he was getting excited seeing her little toes wiggle around as she laughed.

I look back at him and reached out for her left foot. My thumb dug up her arch, and Molly moaned. Her little toes splaying out inside her socks. “Molly, your feet are so tiny! What size are they?”  Under me, I could feel Johnny’s cock waking up.

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My Big Tits

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

In my opinion, it’s almost impossible to find a man nowadays that isn’t into big tits. Of course, small ones are nice too. But nothing beats a sexy woman with bouncy, big tits.

I’ve been a DD since I was a teen, and I’ve pampered them and kept them firm and perfect. I treat them like gold. All of my men love licking them, sucking them and very often, fucking them.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Where are all my foot freaks?  The boys who can’t get enough of toes, soles, insteps, and heels.  Those who worship every inch of a sexy woman’s foot like mine.  I know what drives you wild and I’m prepared to give you exactly what you need.  It’s time for a sensual and sexy foot job for my foot freaks.  My feet are lotioned and pedicured.  So, they’re soft and beautiful and ready to tease you into mind blowing ecstasy.  Get down in front of me and prepare for me to control you with these sexy feet until you explode all over them.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Hey there little one.  I know you love to play games.  All babies like you enjoy a super fun game with your Mommy.  Mommy wants to play a game with her big boy.  I know you love playing dirty games with Mommy.  They’re always so fun and ends in such a wonderful way.  You always end up winning no matter what we play.  I’ve got a super fun game in mind that I used to play myself.  Today, Mommy wants to play Red Light/Green Light.

Mommy’s going to take your diaper off and let you play with your special toy.  It’s always such a special treat when you’re allowed to play with your little baby cock.  The rules of the game are super simple.  You’re allowed to rub your weewee only when Mommy says Green Light.  However, you have to stop as soon as Mommy says Red Light.

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