Category: kinky phonesex

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

We were short handed at work when we had our big monthly delivery from our main supplier. The manager asked me to handle it as he tossed me the keys to the freezer. I had no earthly idea what I was doing but I had no choice but to wing it. I did know that I wasn’t allowed to leave him unattended. So I met the delivery driver at the back door and led him to the freezer. I unlocked it and held it open for him. He had a dolly full of boxes. I waited for him to finish bringing in several loads. Then he told me to close the door, and he would get the boxes put away as quickly as possible. It was freezing in there. And I was in my skimpy uniform. So he gave me his jacket. It didn’t help much. But I think he thought I looked cute in it. Because he kept looking over at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The MILF next door teases you with her mature, curvaceous body.  You watch out your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out in her yard.  I’ve noticed the way your curtains flutter in different windows as you try to avoid getting caught peeping.  So, today I waited until I knew you were home alone.  Then I put on my slinkiest sexiest dress and walked across the street.  I knocked on your door and stepped inside when you answered and invited me in.  Your mouth hung open as you looked me up and down up close and personal.  Here stood your spank bank material in person right in front of you.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He bowed his head as I circled him. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t move. He was a perfect statue of obedience. “It is the season for giving, isn’t it, pet?” I whispered. He shivered. “But you know I don’t give things away. I take them. And you are mine to take.”

I picked up the items I had laid out on the high table. First, the ribbon. Not the flimsy kind, but thick, expensive satin. I used it to bind his wrists behind his back, pulling the knot hard until I heard a faint, satisfying moan. I tied his ankles together next, ensuring he couldn’t even shift his weight without fighting the slippery silk. He was perfectly secured, kneeling like a forgotten ornament.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My best friend thinks my Friday nights are a delightful mix of artisanal cheese, documentaries, and early bedtimes. Oh, if only she knew the reality of what I get up to with her brother, Liam! Our secret, kinky rendezvous are the spice of my existence, and the highlight is always the grand reveal of my ever-growing collection of nipple clamps.

Tonight was a Christmas affair, naturally. Liam, bless his unsuspecting sister’s heart, strode into my apartment looking impossibly handsome, with a casual smirk already playing on his lips. He knew the drill. We naturally skipped the small talk, the Netflix suggestions, and the pretense of anything remotely platonic. His eyes immediately darted to the small velvet pouch I held in my hand.

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snowman sex

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Barnaby the Snowman wasn’t like the typical, friendly, button-eyed fellow you see on Christmas cards. His broad, muscled torso was comprised of meticulously packed and sculpted powder, but what really snagged my attention was the sheer architectural ambition of his midsection and the monster carrot dick that stood straight out between his snow covered balls. This snowman was more man than snow!

“Well, hello there, handsome,” I whispered, brushing an errant flake off his coal eye. I knew it was absurd to flirt with an inanimate frozen object, but Barnaby radiated a silent, powerful magnetism. The impulse to touch him became overwhelming. The shock of the cold was electric and immediate. Maybe it was just the wind, but in my heightened state, it sounded like he wanted me to press myself against his icy body. I swore he told me to.

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These Damn Littles

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Yo, you won’t believe this story, but I’mma tell it anyway. My friend had to work a double shift; she’s been trying to pull in extra money for Christmas gifts for her littles and asked me if I would come sit with ’em.

They ain’t little like that, probably grown enough to know better, but I could hear…sounds… coming from the boys’ room. She got a boy and a girl. So I crept up the stairs, listening a little harder, thinking I couldn’t be hearing what I thought I was.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

He loves my feet! I mean, I always knew he thought they were cute. And I knew he had a little bit of an obsession with my shoes and toenail polish. The first thing he would do when I saw him was look down at my feet. He was so curious about the shoes I was wearing and what color of toenail polish I had on. But I thought that he just thought my feet were cute. I didn’t realize he had a full on foot fetish, specifically with my feet. Until the day he confessed to me. He told me that the very first day he met me and saw my feet, he knew he had to have them. Not “me”, “them!” He told me that he had never seen feet that cute, perfect, and sexy in his entire life. I was beginning to feel a little self conscious at this point. Especially because of the way he was acting. He couldn’t take his eyes off my feet while he was telling me about his addiction to them. His eyes turned feral and he started to salivate.

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Holiday Heels

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love getting a fresh new pair of holiday heels every Christmas season. With so many parties and events to attend, having a sexy new pair always makes me feel amazing. Plus, they come in handy for all of my CBT lovers.

I think that every holiday season should start and end with a bit of cock and ball “fun”. And I have the sexiest holiday heels to wear in order to make your CBT dreams come true.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I knew he was a cigar aficionado, but I had no idea how deep his smoking fetish went. He was never without a cigar in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. Even during long private dances. But then one night he asked me to go home with him. That’s when I learned the truth and so much more. He had me dance and strip for him. Then we sat and he began tickling my pussy with his cigar, then dipped it inside. All while it was burning.  Then he licked and sucked all of my juices off before taking a huge puff off of it. He told me we were ready for the next step. This is when it got really crazy. He stuck it in my pussy like it was a mouth. Then he told me to clench my pussy tight. He took it out and put his lips on my pussy and his tongue inside it. He told me to push as he sucked the smoke out. We kept practicing until I was able to suck a lot of smoke into my pussy and blow it out into his mouth.

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Kinky Cock Sucker

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

You clicked on this blog because you’re a kinky cock sucker, aren’t you? I knew it. I can always smell men like you a mile away. Well, I guess I shouldn’t use the word “men” should I. Because you’re not one.

Real men don’t get down on their knees and suck dick. Only a cock sucker would do something like that. And that’s exactly what you are, a kinky cock sucker. Or at least you will be by the time I’m done with you. Because even if you’ve never sucked a cock, but dream about it, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.

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