Mistress Pandora 1 844 332 2639 ext 283
Your sissy tooth is aching. It’s like a sweet tooth except your craving is for something salty. Your mouth waters for a hot load of faggot frosting sliding down your throat after sucking a throbbing veiny cock like the slut you are! You can’t fool me. Your dick is hard right now thinking of the way a cockhead bruises the back of your throat as you swallow every inch. There’s no feeling like sucking a cock and we both know it.
Mistress Pandora 1 844 332 2639 ext 283
Your true identity is feminine. Why do you try to hide it from me, knowing that I see through your “male persona” into your sissy heart? As a result, you look at dickprints when you’re out with your wife or girlfriend. I watch you shifting your sissy stick as it responds to the thought of a big fat cock in your mouth or your boy pussy! Do you think that your love of cock is just going to disappear? It’s time to face the fact that you are a sissy boy cock craving girly.
It’s time for dollie dress up phone sex. I know just the thought of it makes your little clittie hard and tingly. You see all of Mistresses sexy lingerie and want to dress up like a sissy girl. Your titties are ready for a slutty nightie or silky bra. Your nipples get hard as you twist them between your fingers.You want to feel feminine and pretty, don’t you? You want all the boys to like you, and want to have sex with you.
Don’t you worry, dress up dollie, Mistress has this all under control. We both know you love the feeling of stockings on your legs because you feel empowered. All of you pretty boy dress up dollies call me right now. You can add me on Skype to give me a feminization phone sex show. I want you to shake your ass, bend over in your thongs, twirl around in your slutty dresses and get all the attention of hard dicks everywhere. You know that you’re meant to be a girl.
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, extension 230
There is an art to Sugaring. Yes, that’s right, it’s called Sugaring and once you have experienced it, nothing else can compare. A lot of girls try the Sugar Baby game, but few really have what it takes to excel at it. Of course it takes two to tango, so every Sugar Baby Princess needs a Sugar Daddy.
Madison (a.k.a. bratty Maddi) 1-844-332-2639 ext 359
I was thinking that I’m in major need of a slave. I can tell you right away that your job isn’t going to be easy. You are going to be my new cum dumpster. That’s right, I have a lot of real men that are eager to spill their load and I just don’t want to handle them all. So starting NOW, I will accepting applications from all of you whom desire to become my next dirty little cum dumpster. And yes, this job is not easy and it’s definately messsssssy.
I’m also thinking that I’m going to burn all your manly clothes. You won’t need those nice brand name clothes. That’s right, I’m just going to destroy them. I am going to dress you up as a sissy, and I will start with panties. I can already tell how excited and eager you are to be owned by nobody else by me, that’s right your barely legal bratty teen. Continue reading “Be My Cum Dumpster Phonesex”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I love all of the hard lines of a MAN. The way his shoulders curve down to solid biceps—the strength of his jaw and the length of his neck. A man who takes care of himself is a man I want to take care of. I love the long, slow, sweet tease and exploration of a fit body.
I ache to watch your LIMP DICK respond to my gentle CARESS. It pleases me to watch your cock swell with a need that only I can release. The slow glide of my tongue along and the soft trail of saliva as I mark your body turned me on. It makes me squirm against you. I want to spend days finding the places on your skin that makes your cock THROB FOR ME.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
Would you like to sneak a peek at my little secret? Okay, it’s not actually little. In fact, I’d be willing to wager that my secret is bigger than yours. You’ve seen me around the apartment complex and know there is something … different … about me. Though you’ve yet to place your finger on what exactly it is.
My voice is soft and sweet when we greet each other at the mailbox. My height leaves you staring at my legs, but many female models are tall, so it isn’t that that makes you think I’m hiding something. No, it’s just the look in my eyes. The sensuality of my aura that tells you I have more to offer than meets the eye.
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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
An old song came on the radio while I was cleaning up the kitchen, and it got me thinking. I do want a man with a slow hand. These days everything is rush, rush, rush! Two-day shipping because no one can stand to wait on anything.
Girls meet a guy, and that same night she’ll be sucking his dick off. Hell, sometimes a fast girl can’t even wait till they leave the bar, and she’ll be bent over for him in the public restroom fifteen minutes after he buys her that first drink. I miss the old way of doing things. I want a man to woo me into submission. A man who’ll spend some time getting to know what touches I really yearn for.
Call Katie: 1-844-332-2639 ext 356
I only took your diaper off for a second and you made a mess all over the couch! You are such a naughty boy today. You have not listened to Babysitter Katie‘s instructions and disobeyed me over and over. Come over here, I think Babysitter Katie needs to punish you!
Lay across my lap with your bare bum exposed. Yes, just like that. SMACK! You will count every spanking I give you. I know you know how to count to 10, little boy. You will count every single spank or we will start all over again from the beginning. SMACK!
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Jon and I had just made the sweetest love in our private cabin’s shower on the last night of our all-inclusive resort vacation. We cuddled in together under the pure white comforter, my head on his chest and his hand mindlessly rubbing my arm. His breathing was even, and in the stillness of the night, the jerking of the locked doorknob startled me.
I sat up tall in the bed and listened. It came again with a loud thudding sound. As if someone was trying to break in. “Jon!” I hissed and shook his chest. “Someone’s at the door.” He blinked his sleepy eyes open, and the loud rattling sounded again.
“Stay here,” He growled as he climbed from the bed.