Category: phone sex

Stand There and Take It, For Me

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Please, Mama.” He whined as his cock bobbed pathetically. “I can’t take it anymore!” The snivingly bitch wasn’t even crying real tears. My hand swatted out again. Striking the head of his erect penis and sending it flying.

Precum splattered at our feet and over his naked tummy. Thankfully, his arms were tied above his head, or he might do something stupid like try to stroke himself to orgasm. “I’ll slap it as many times as I like. It amuses me. Stand there, and take it for me.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a four hour road trip to my friend’s ranch. The weather was beautiful. It was a sunny spring day. So I decided to put the top down, turn the music up, and enjoy the long drive. About an hour and a half in, I found myself on a desolate highway. Suddenly I had what I thought at the time was a brilliant idea. I could sunbathe while driving. First, I took off my t-shirt. Then somehow, I managed to get my jean shorts off. So I was driving along in my lacy turquoise bra and panty set. But then I decided that I really didn’t want tan lines. And no one was around. So I thought I might as well take my bra and panties off. I threw them into the passenger seat with my clothes. And there I was driving down the highway naked with the top down and my hair flying in the wind. When all of a sudden, a big gust of wind swooped in. And all of my clothes started flying out. Then I realized that I was going to have to go retrieve my clothes while completely naked. I was mortified.

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Dominant Man

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

My true weakness is a sexy, dominant man. I know that I come across as an outgoing girl, but I’m really just a submissive teen at heart. Sometimes I love giving up all control to a dominant man and being the submissive slut that so many of you have come to know and love.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Mom already has a little pool tote packed and is waiting on me, but I can’t decide on which bikini I wanna tease you with. We’ve been neighbors for a few years, and you’ve finally invited us to spend the day enjoying your big pool. I know my mom thinks you like her, but obviously, you’d want someone my age. Someone to keep you young!
Jessica, my mom, keeps telling me to hurry up and that being late when the house is right next door is inexcusable. I picked a tiny red bikini a friend left at the house last summer. It’s a little too small for me; it shows way more tits than she would ever allow and rides up my ass like a thong.

I yank on some jean cut-off shorts to cover it and a white button-up blouse. Next, I run into my flip-flops and jog down the stairs, telling her I’m ready. I see her bag and ask what she could need when it’s right next door. Mom’s wearing a sensible black tankini, but her massive tits still threaten to spill over the top. The back is all open, showing her smooth skin, and she has a sheer black wrap skirt around her hips, giving just a hint of her thick thighs as she walks. She looks down in the bag and shrugs. “Towles, sunscreen, clothes to change into if we get cold.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My sweet boy K tries so hard to be a big boy.  But every night he falls a little short.  Because when he wakes up the same thing has happened each night.  K has wet the bed.  Then I recently began to find wet pants hidden in the hamper.  So, sweet mommy Zoey has made the decision the tame has come for unpotty training baby K.

I broke the news to him at bedtime.  He was expecting me to get his pullups out for under his jammies.  However, instead I told him to lay down on his back and to spread his legs nice and wide.  He was so shocked when instead of a pullup, I pulled out a brand-new package of Pampers.  I bought them at the store that afternoon.

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Submitting To Me Means Whenever I Want

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Jensen is new to submission. He craves being entirely owned but hasn’t been very good at relinquishing control. To help him realize that once he’s submitted to me, it means I’ll use his body for my entertainment wherever we are, whenever I want, I came up with a little outing for us.

In a small purse, I packed a blindfold and handcuffs, then told Jensen I wanted to go out dancing. I wore a tight dress and itty bitty panties while he wore a nice button-up and black slacks. He had no idea what was in my bag, and it wouldn’t matter. He’d already agreed to give up all his choices when he submitted to me.

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ass

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and fervent admiration, were locked onto me. A villainess doesn’t beg. She commands. That primal scent, a mix of leather and something else entirely, intensified. His earlier indignation had vanished, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. He was no longer the man about to call the authorities; he was merely a man. A man caught in the web I had so carefully, so deliberately, spun.

I straightened slowly, the motion deliberate, the ripped catsuit revealing just enough, yet leaving the rest to his imagination – or perhaps, his memory. The stiletto heels clicked again as I turned, a slow pivot that allowed the light to glide across the gleaming patent leather, across the exposed curve. I didn’t need to speak. The silence was louder than any words. It was filled with the thrum of his heartbeat, the rapid, shallow breaths he couldn’t quite control.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’ve seen you at the club a few times, and the girls always get giddy when they see you walk in. They suspect there is a wealth of cash to be pulled from you, BUT you have a reputation for slipping away before it can get too good. You keep a tight leash on your wallet, but the strippers are always happy to take what they can get either way. 

I am standing just before the exit when I see you scan the room and act as though you’re going to leave. Realizing your go-to girls aren’t milling about the stage area or sitting on laps. The ATM is right by the door, and I lean my body against it. Lengthening out my little core and popping out one hip. I’m wearing black sheer stockings that are bold against the paleness of my thighs; the garter belt holding them up frames a shimmery red pair of cheeky panties, and my bra has lots of straps to catch your eye as they stretch over my cleavage. I’m twirling a lock of strawberry blonde hair around my finger, and I hum when your gaze starts at my heels and SLOWLY devours up the length of my body.

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Hot Fuck

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Do you ever have those days where you just need a hot fuck? You know the days I’m talking about. When you’re so busy with everything you barely have time to eat, let alone fuck. That was me a few weeks ago.

I’m definitely not a mall girl and that week especially I’d been putting off picking some things up there. I only go to the mall when necessary, or when buying kinky things. But that day, it was necessary. I had been so busy that I forgot I had to pick up a few dresses and I needed them for an event the next night. I told you I was busy! I barely had time to eat or sleep which meant time for a hot fuck was nonexistent.

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Pretty Little Candy Girl Part Three

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Amber didn’t sniffle or cry as I pushed her into the house—my brave little candy girl. The cabin was a single dusty room with a bathroom off to one side—a small kitchenette tucked under a small window. The twin-size bed had no sheets or pillows. “Get naked.” I barked, which made Amber flinch.

I couldn’t decide if I was happy or annoyed that she wasn’t fighting me more. Adrenaline had built up in my veins, waiting for this moment, and I was buzzing off the possibilities. Her being compliant hadn’t been a situation I considered.

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