Category: kinky phonesex

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

He took me for the test drive of my life. I was car shopping. Just for the fun of it. I ended up at the jaguar dealership. I wasn’t really planning on test driving anything. But one sexy as fuck car caught my eye. As I was in my own little world admiring it, a sexy voice startled me “hello ma’am”. I jumped, and turned towards him, giggling with embarrassment. And when I did, be still my heart. Before me stood a very attractive young man, with a flirtatious, and seductive smile. I tried to quickly gain composure. “Hello”, I managed to mutter through an uncontrollable smile. He blushed. And when he did, it sent a shiver down my spine and a surge of adrenaline to my pussy. I could see his cock harden in his pants. But he tried to remain professional. He cleared his throat and asked, “would you like to take a test drive ma’am?” The way he said “ma’am” drove me wild. “Yes”  jumped out my mouth. He looked pleasantly surprised. “Great! Let me go grad the keys! I’ll be right back” he interjected quickly before scurrying off. But it didn’t take him long at all.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Weekend Worthy, from Thursday to Saturday, doesn’t even begin to describe the filth and fire I walked into by Thursday. He sent me the game night invite with a wink emoji and the words “Dress to lose.” I wore red. No bra. And lip gloss he said he wanted to lick off. The vibe was already thick before we played a single round. Every answer I gave during the game was calculated. Every glance, a green light. When the “Truth or Risk” cards came out, I chose risk every time. Flash my tits on cam? Done. Send a voice memo of me moaning his name? Sent.

Friday night, I broke all my own rules. I let him listen while I used the toy he sent me last month—on video, with my mic on, saying his name in a whisper that made the other players beg for replays. And by Saturday? I was ruined. We played “Seduction Showdown” and he won. But I was the real prize. He said I sounded like sin. I said, “So make me repent.” We didn’t play after that. My mouth was too full to speak.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

The heat is sweltering, the days seem to stretch on forever, and all I can think about is sucking dick. My name’s Aynsley and I’m a cute little thing with a petite frame, perky tits, and a tight little pussy that’s always dripping wet. But let’s get to the good stuff. I’m a total cum slut and I live for sucking cock. I’ll lick it like a popsicle ALLLLL DAY!

It’s my absolute favorite thing to do. I love every minute of it. The feel of a thick shaft sliding over my tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking out, the helpless groans of pleasure that spill from a man’s lips as I worship his cock. Mmm, just thinking about it is making me so fucking horny.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was bikini week at work. All the girls were so excited. We even got to take a dip in the pool while we were working if we wanted to. I had no idea that the customers were going to get so crazy though. They were grabbing our asses and asking us to flash our tits. I mean don’t get me wrong; the customers are always crazy and pretty bold. But they were extra. I guess they can’t handle seeing hot, young girls in bikinis, lol. There were a couple of guys that were being very flirty. They were sitting at the bar. I couldn’t help but notice how they kept watching me, whispering to each other, and laughing. But we were really busy, and I was focused on my tables. I forgot all about them until I saw them later. They were outside by the pool. Of course they were belligerent. But again, I went about my business. I was trying to finish up with a couple of tables so that I could go on break. And as soon as I did some of the girls were asking me to go into the pool with them.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a hot Saturday afternoon at my neighbor’s summer BBQ.  Little did I realize the naughty fun that awaited me that fateful day.

I arrived in a short red sundress that hugged my curvy figure, showing off my ample cleavage and long legs. The moment I stepped out of my car, I caught the eye of Chad, the tall, muscular guy next door. He was grilling up burgers and gave me a sly wink as I walked over. “Well hello there, gorgeous,” he said smoothly, eyeing me up and down. “Welcome to the party.”

I blushed and thanked him, feeling his strong hand brush against mine as he handed me an ice cold beer. The rest of the guys were gathered around the yard, their tank tops glistening with sweat in the summer heat. There was Jared, the reserved bookish type with glasses. And then there was Ryan and Shane, the mischievous twin brothers always up to no good.

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Mr. Kinky

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Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I have this one really kinky client. I call him Mr. Kinky. He comes into the club and watches me dance. But he’s always staring at my feet. I see his cock getting hard in his pants. But he never asks for a private dance at the club. Instead, he asks me out on a date. He’s always such a gentleman. We go out to the nicest restaurants. He wines me and dines me. And shows me off to all of his friends. He even takes me to business parties and other events. Everyone thinks that we are dating. They don’t realize that I’m an escort that he hires. We always have a lot of fun together. And afterwards we always go back to his place. It’s an extravagant penthouse. He puts some music on and asks me to dance. Then he sits there and stares at my feet again. Once he gets hard, he asks me to take my shoes off. While I do, he takes his pants off. Then he asks me to hand him my shoes. So I do. He takes them and starts rubbing them all over his face. Then I go make a drink.

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Ass Slapping Competition

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My hands rubbed together, clapping the excess chalk from my palms. I watched my competition bounce into the ring. Zesty Zoey. She might be a small bundle of energy, but she’d been making waves in the community for the power behind her strikes. She’s been known to knock girls off their feet when her firece hand meets their ass. The MC rambles off her impressive stats as the crowd gets to their feet. They are as ready for action as I am.

She’s no taller than a minute, but she sizes me up confidently. We are both wearing our sponsored crop tops and matching thongs. My tits probably weigh as much as she does but im not dumb enough to underestimate her. I give her a nod, which she returns, and then the referee stands between us for the coin toss. Zoey calls heads, and he flips the shiny coin to the back of his hand. Tails. I slap first. Zoey grips the ropes and bends over. Her feet braced for impact, but she wiggles for the crowd. Her little butt jiggles and my palm twitches. “Whenever youre ready, Lea.” The referee announces.

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Sissy Summer Makeover

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How many of you have been waiting months now to get your sissy summer makeover? You’re so over your boring winter hair and are ready for some summer fun, aren’t you.

Well then, why do you keep denying yourself of the pleasure of a sissy summer makeover? If you know that you were meant to be a sissy slut then why are you so scared? You need to just take a deep breath, get ready to finally accept who your true self is and do this with me.

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pegging

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Daniel had been hinting for weeks. Little comments about my strength, lingering eye contact that held a shade too much heat. I’m not blind. And honestly? I was curious. We were finishing up his last session when he dropped the bomb. “So, Cory,” he said, winded after I finally let him cum, “I was wondering…you ever, uh…you know…” He trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck. I smirked. “Peg someone?” I finished for him. He nearly spit out his water.

“I…well, yes. I’ve always been curious about what that would feel like.” Daniel was a handsome guy, all sculpted muscle and nervous energy. The thought of taking control and ass fucking him was more than appealing. “I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to explore that one together,” I admitted, figuring honesty was the best policy. His eyes widened. “Really?”

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ruined orgasm

1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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