Category: fetish phonesex

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I couldn’t wait for my Sissyslut to come visit me at college. I had been planning this for weeks, and the anticipation was driving me wild. The day finally arrived, and there he was, standing at the dorm entrance, all nervous and eager. I met him with a wicked grin, my eyes roaming over his timid body. “Welcome to my world,” I purred.

I took him straight to my room, shutting the door behind us with a click. The room was already set up with an array of outfits and accessories. I ordered him to strip down to his underwear, and he complied with shaking hands. I circled him like a predator, admiring his body and my coming conquest.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I pressed my soles into the damp earth, watching the rich, dark mud squelching between my toes, as I coated them in a thick, satisfying film. Daddy liked it when I committed, so I deliberately sought out the wettest patches and the places where fallen leaves were decaying into a rich, dark compost.

The mud was cool, but quickly warmed from my body heat. It slithered up my ankles, caking my arches, filling the spaces between my toes. I wiggled them, feeling the grittiness as the earthy smell rose to meet me. Perfect. When I finally padded back into the living room, leaving a trail of brown smudges on the polished wood, Daddy was waiting. He was in his usual armchair, a book open on his lap.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day, she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.

She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey who would have no idea that they would soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Ice Goddess.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.

He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.

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Slutty Sissy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Halloween is the perfect holiday for a slutty sissy. The best excuse to really whore it up and wear the sexiest outfit you can find. Last week I told you about a slutty sissy I know who spent Halloween at a club with me. We had the BEST night together full of hot men and even hotter encounters.

After getting my girl dressed up in a sexy nurse uniform, we left my place and started towards a big Halloween party downtown that I’d heard about. She was following closely behind me, but I could tell she was nervous. My slutty sissy was a virgin after-all.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’m a woman of simple, yet incredibly specific, pleasures. While some chase after fancy dinners or the latest gossip, my eyes are always scanning for one thing: a beautiful, thick BBC to wrap my soft, glossy lips around. It’s a craving, a delightful obsession, and frankly, my favorite way to unwind.

Recently, I met his guy. I spotted him across the room, as he was leaning against the bar with an easy smile playing on his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders and had that unmistakable “big dick energy” that always makes me feral. My radar went wild. There was a certain confidence in his stance, a lazy power that promised a delightful experience. My heart did a little flutter-kick. I had to have him!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Welcome to Miss Zoey’s Sissy Finishing School!  There’s so much more to becoming the perfect sissy than just putting on panties and a dress.  Also, there are far more skills to master than just sucking cock.  I’ve spent 26 years perfecting my femininity and honing my slutty skills to a master level.  So, who better to open a finishing school specifically geared to wannabe sissy girls?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I have to confess, I am so freaking horny for Halloween! Not just for the spooky vibes, but for the very sexy costumes that seem to bring out the naughty in every guy on the block. As soon as October rolls around, my mind is flooded with dirty dreams of getting railed by hot guys in their tight-fitting superhero suits, devilish horns, or even a simple pirate outfit that hugs their muscular ass just right.

I remember one Halloween party in particular, where I spotted a tall, dark, and handsome devil strutting around the dance floor. His red suit was so tight it looked painted on, accentuating every delicious inch of his chiseled physique. As he spun me around, his rough, calloused hands gripping my hips, all I could think about was having that thick, devilish cock buried deep inside me.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a well known haunted hotel built in 1886. I was attending an event, and everyone was going to stay there since the event was being held there. I wasn’t really worried about all of the ghost stories. It was a really popular hotel. People came from everywhere to experience a night there. And many celebrities frequented it. So I was actually pretty excited. When you walk through the doors, you can’t help but feel the history. It permeated the air. You’re met with a grand circular staircase. It was made of marble, but they added a red runner after someone lost their life falling down it. The bar had a speakeasy vibe. It was ornate with nineteenth century brass fixtures, red velvet booths and floor to ceiling curtains. We all met for drinks. Then it was time to head to our rooms for a good night’s sleep. The event was going to start bright and early in the morning.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It’s almost Halloween, and I’m feeling especially naughty. My perfect, pink 20-year-old pussy is just begging to be devoured like a decadent treat. And tonight, I’m granting that wish.

I strut around the dorm in a sultry black pussycat costume, my curves accentuated by the tight, form-fitting fabric. My bright red lipstick is smeared, giving me a wicked, come-hither look. I can practically hear the whispers of desire trailing in my wake.

But it’s not until I slip into my room that the real party begins. I shed the costume, revealing my naked body in all its glory. I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Pert breasts, toned legs, and of course, that flawless, pink slit between my thighs.

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