Category: fetish phonesex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The floor of my dungeon is cold, but Puppet doesn’t seem to notice. He hasn’t moved for twenty minutes, the poor thing. His knees are pressed firmly into the hardwood and his head is bowed so his chin brushes his chest. Here, he exists in that perfect, vacant space between my commands, like a human instrument waiting for the hand that plays him.

I lean back in my red velvet armchair and savor the view. To anyone else, he might be a man, but to me he is exactly what I named him. “Pussy-Free Puppet Plaything.” And he knows it. “Look up,” I say. My voice is low and doesn’t quite sound the way it does in my everyday life. Puppet obeys instantly. His eyes, usually clouded with the chaotic noise of his own thoughts, are now hollow, stripped of everything but the singular need to serve. He is nothing if not for my direction.

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Cock Sleeve Kayla

Kayla cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

At least one of you knows this about me, but I have this desire, this need, to be treated like a cock sleeve. You know the popular male masturbators you can buy that are molded after adult film stars? I’m not saying I want to mold my own and sell it. No, I want you to treat my body like your personal cock sleeve.

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Make Me Cum

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If you can’t even make me cum why do you think I would be faithful to you? All you deserve is a cheating wife due to your subpar performance in bed.

Don’t sit there and pretend to be surprised that I’m cheating on you. When’s the last time you made me cum? It’s OK, I’ll wait while you try to figure it out but we both know it might take a while. You can’t make me cum. Period. So I had to find someone who could.

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Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mommy Anna’s Lover had sent her a gift for Mother’s day: a brand spanking new paddle. It was all leather, and just the right size for boys Ronnie’s age. Mommy Anna was so delighted when she opened the gift, she could barely contain her self or wait to have the opportunity to use it.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The storm had driven me into the sea caves, but it was the silence inside that truly trapped me. The water here didn’t crash; it lapped against the smooth rocks like a warm breath against skin. I waded deeper, the bioluminescent algae painting the water in an electric indigo that barely illuminated the area around me. Then, the water shifted; a slow, hydraulic swell rose against my thighs, wet and deliberate.

Out of the glowing depths, the first one emerged. It wasn’t rough, but impossibly sleek and cool. A dark, muscular ribbon of flesh breaking the surface without a sound. It brushed against my calf, an almost teasing, feather-light caress that sent an immediate shiver straight up my spine. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, terrified but transfixed.

Another rose, followed by three more; all of them slick and glistening with a pearlescent sheen. They circled me in the water, a slow-motion ballet of fluid muscle. One rose higher, draping itself over my knee. The underside was lined with soft, pale suckers that dimpled against my bare skin. The suckers didn’t hurt. Instead, they created a strange, rhythmic vacuum. A series of tiny, pulsing pressures that felt almost…

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My new friend Brady works at the coffee shop on campus. I’d seen him there and said hi a few times. But then the other day he told me that he thought my braids were cute, and we started talking. He told me that he had just finished his sophomore year in college. But he decided that what he really wanted to do was go to cosmetology school. So that’s what he’s going to do. I’m going to be his test model, and I told him that he can practice on me anytime. But there’s a catch. He also wants me to teach him how to do his own make up. And he wants me to dress him up.

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You'll Never Fuck a Woman Again

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

I knew what would happen as soon as you pulled down your pants. That embarrassingly small clit peeks out at me, and I burst into laughter. It was obvious you needed to become pussy-free. I mean, why would you want to continue being such a fucking disappointment to every woman you try to sleep with?

Don’t worry, though. Just because you’ll never fuck a woman again, it doesn’t mean you won’t be having lots of sex. Lots of sex where you ARE the woman!

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Dale was a man of quiet competence, held together by starched collars and a stoic demeanor that begged to be dismantled. I didn’t just want his attention, I wanted his surrender. We’d been flirting (well, he had been anyway) for months and he finally broke the stalemate one evening as everyone else was getting ready to leave for the day.

“Still working, Stella?” he asked. His voice sounded a little more vulnerable than usual. “No, actually,” I replied, standing slowly. “I was waiting for you.” He gave me a puzzled look, but I didn’t fill in the gap. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air between us felt heavy and electric. “I think you’ve been looking for things you aren’t allowed to find, Dale.”

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Just My Finger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mmm, I know you’re nervous. You’ve never been with someone like me. All those confusing thoughts swirl in your head, making it difficult for you just to enjoy the pleasure I can bring you. Are you a faggot if you let me fuck you? Are you gay if you cum in my mouth or only if you swallow my cum?

Stop thinking and watch me suck your cock. From my knees, I look like any other girl you’ve been with. Soft lips, a wet tongue, hungry eyes staring up at you. The only difference is when I slip just a finger into your ass, it’s to open you up for my shecock.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

There is something fun about having the whole house to yourself. No distractions, no noise, and no pressure to be anywhere else. I enjoy those quiet moments because they give me time to relax and enjoy my playful side.

After work, I usually change into something comfortable, make myself a drink, and turn on music that matches my mood. Some nights I dance around the kitchen while making food, and other nights I stay curled up in bed talking on the phone for hours.

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