Category: fetish phonesex

gaming

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Why does my mind always wander? I failed my freaking final because of it. And of course my professor and his wife insisted that I meet them at their house. Or else I would fail the semester. For some reason I was really nervous this time. I guess deep down I was worried because this would be the last time. So I was scared of what she may want to inflict on me. She obviously hates me and loves to try to humiliate me. She’s wanted to get revenge ever since she caught me under his desk giving him a blow job. It’s all so twisted. I will be so happy to be out of this situation once and for all.

I showed up right on time. There was a drink waiting for me. She said that I would need it to relax. That made me extremely nervous. But I knew I had to do as I was told or else I would regret it. I didn’t want to give her any reasons to prolong or intensify whatever she had planned. So I drank it.

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Cougar Fun

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How long has it been since you discovered you loved olden women and having cougar fun? I bet it’s since you were a teenager. There was probably a hot MILF or neighbor you knew that you were desperate to fuck. Well, now you can.

I know that some of my cougar lovers have been calling me for a while, and I will never get tired of fucking you. But maybe there’s some fresh cock out there looking to try someone new. Wanting to see what kind of cougar fun they can have here and who can take their fantasies to the next level.

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Just Put A Load In!

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Times are tough recently, and I had to rent out a room in the house. Thankfully, the dude who answered my ad is sexy as fuck. He’s tall and muscular, a real gymrat. He makes me so hard when he struts around the house half-naked, jerking off his shaker bottle to mix his supplements. I just want it to be my cock in that tight grip! The longer we lived together, the more I craved being consumed by his perfect body.

With him going to the gym and being such a sweaty beast, he was always changing clothes and leaving them all over the place. You know, boys will be boys. And yes, I’ve snatched up a sweaty tee or two to snuggle at night, but that isn’t the point! I keep telling him to put a damn load in the washer but he chuckles and tells me he will when he’s ready.

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unique

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Okay, so, my boyfriend, Mark, has a unique hobby. He likes to have “accidents” his pants. I know, I know. It sounds like something an adult wouldn’t find hilarious, but for Mark, it’s apparently peak adult entertainment. Look, I’m not judging. Much. When he first confessed his little passion, I choked on my kombucha. It was a first date, mind you. Smooth, right? But I’m a pretty open-minded person, and honestly, after the initial shock wore off, I was mostly just curious. Plus, he’s really cute. And makes a mean lasagna.

He explained it all, bless his heart, turning bright red. He insisted it wasn’t just the wetting part and that he was also really into the aftercare. The whole helpless, vulnerable thing. Me taking care of him. The diapering. Okay, the diapering was a new level. I’ll admit, the first time I changed him, I felt like I was babysitting. It was awkward. I kept giggling, which he did not appreciate. “Seriousness!” he’d whine, voice muffled by the onesie he insisted on wearing for the occasion.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m so fucking horny Daddy. Here I am, lying in bed at my college dorm, fingering my dripping wet pussy, thinking about you. I’m a 20-year-old nympho who can’t stop fantasizing about daddy’s big cock stretching out my tight little holes.

I’m wearing a lacy black thong and bra, teasing my tits as I imagine you pinning me down and ripping them off. I spread my legs, showing off my bare, glistening cunt, begging for daddy to fill me up. I need daddy to pound me into the mattress until I’m a moaning, cum slut.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

His transformation has been amazing! We met through friends and hit it off right away. And it didn’t take him long at all to feel comfortable enough to open up to me. He told me that he had been curious his entire life and drawn to panties and girly things. He fantasized about what it felt like to be a girl. And I was so excited to show him!

First, I took him shopping for panties. He was so freaking excited that he was dripping in his underwear. I informed him that it was the last time he would ever be dripping in boy’s underwear. From here on out, it’s only panties for my newfound sissy. He was overly excited by this and looking at all the different girly girl panties. They were so frilly and feminine. Pinks and pastels, hearts, lace, and bows. By now he had exploded in those underwear.

Then it was time for more. He yearned for cock. All he knew was that he loved the taste of his own cum. But he fantasized about tasting other’s cum. And he desperately wanted to feel a hard cock in his mouth and ass.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a gorgeous spring night and the anticipation was electric as I strutted into the venue, my blonde hair bouncing with every step. The headlining rock band was one of my favorites and I couldn’t wait to get lost in their guitar riffs and pounding drums. Little did I know the evening had an even bigger surprise in store…

As I made my way through the excited crowd, my eyes suddenly locked with a very familiar face. There he was – my old flame from a few years back. Tall, dark and devastatingly handsome. He smiled that wicked smile, and I felt my insides clench with desire. We hadn’t seen each other since our fiery breakup, but the sexual tension between us was still off the charts.

We exchanged a few flirty texts during the show, the air crackling with unspoken lust. As soon as the final encore ended and the masses began to file out, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dark parking lot. “My car,” he growled in my ear, giving my ass a firm squeeze. I didn’t need to be told twice.

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Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

You picked up just in time. My voice is already dripping with need.

“Mmm… I was hoping it would be you.”

I’m lying on the couch, completely bare, one leg draped over the edge, my fingers already tracing slow, lazy circles over my thighs. The air is thick with anticipation. I’m aching — and the second I heard your voice, it got worse.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Every time I touched myself, I imagined it was you.”

My breath hitches as my fingers slide higher, just grazing that slick, sensitive spot I’ve been teasing nonstop. I let out a soft gasp — just for you.

“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My roommate is dating a guy named Joe, and he is too sexy for his own good. Like you know, how some women say they look at a man and their ovaries explode? That’s how sinfully sexy Joe is. He makes me want to have his babies so badly. And once I want something, I’ll do everything to get my way.

The perfect opportunity presented itself yesterday morning while I was in the kitchen, stretching up on my toes to reach my coffee mug. My roommate is taller and loves to be annoying, placing things I use often out of my reach. I was leaning into the counter, wiggling my fingers to catch the handle, when her man pressed himself against my rear and reached above me. He brought the mug down and handed it to me with a cheeky smile. I pushed my ass back against him and softly murmured, “If you’re looking for coffee, we’re out of creamer.”

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