Category: phone sex story

beads

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I never thought I’d be into this, but the moment I saw the anal beads on your bed, I knew I had to do it. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, sissy?” I tease as I hold up the beads, their smooth glass globes shimmering in the sunlight. You bite your lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes, Mistress Amber. I want to be your sissy whore.” I can’t help but laugh at your eagerness. You’re so desperate to please me, to submit to my every whim. It’s fucking hot. “Alright, then,” I say, grabbing the hem of your dress and tugging it up over your hips. “Let’s get you ready.”

I spread your ass cheeks apart, revealing your tight little hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched out by those beads. “Bend over,” I command, giving your ass a slap. You do as you’re told, bending at the waist and sticking your ass out for me. I can see the sweat glistening on your skin, making your curves look even more delicious. I press the tip of the first bead against your asshole, feeling it resist for a moment before slowly giving way. You gasp as the bead slides in, the sensation of being filled sending a shiver down your spine.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

When we first met, I had no idea that beneath your shy, reserved exterior hid the most deliciously debased, submissive little worm. At first, I thought it was cute how you blushed at the slightest compliment, how you stumbled over your words in my presence. But as I got to know you better, I realized that your meekness was not merely a charming facade – it was the very essence of who you are.

Oh, the things you make me do to get you even slightly aroused! The filthy names I have to call you, the degrading taunts I must whisper in your ear as I “accidentally” brush against your crotch. “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I ask with a giggle, knowing full well it’s neither – it’s just your microscopic pecker twitching pathetically in its cage.

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dinner

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Miss Anna decided to host a family dinner, and made sure to invite all of her siblings, cousins, and of course, her naughty nephew. When all of the family members gathered and entered the front door, she pretended as if she hadn’t seen her naughty nephew for quiet some time, saving face and greeting him with a big hug and kiss in front of everyone, but as she leaned in, and they kissed each other on the cheek he whispered: ‘’I want to fuck you so hard.’’

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I spot you across the room, Spencer. Your eyes are fixed on me, and I can feel your gaze from here. I’m wearing my favorite shiny pantyhose tonight, the ones that make my legs look like they go on for miles. And my dress, it’s short, but just enough to give you a glimpse of what’s underneath. I bite my lip and saunter over to you, my hips swaying with every step.

“Hey there,” I say, my voice low and sultry. You turn to me, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Well, hello there, Amber. You look…incredible.” Your eyes rake over me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m more than ready to give you what you want. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper…I take your hand and lead you out of the club. My heart is racing with anticipation. As soon as we’re in your room, I push you down onto the bed and climb on top of you, straddling your hips. I can feel your hardness through your pants and I grind against it,

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Good girl,” I say, my voice dripping with anticipation. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?” I reach down and grab your hand, leading you over to the bed. I can feel your body trembling as we walk, and I can’t help but smile. This is going to be fun. I push you down onto the bed, and you lie there, staring up at me with wide, excited eyes. You look so small and helpless, and it’s mesmerizing. I reach into my drawer and pull out a strap-on, attaching it to my hips.

“Please, Mistress,” you beg, your voice trembling. “Please fuck my rosebud.” I climb onto the bed, straddling you, and I can feel your body tense up beneath me. “You’re mine now, Tami,” I say. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.” I lean down and press my lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Then, I reach down and grab the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your hips and grab the strap-on, positioning it at your rosebud. I push forward, forcing the strap-on inside of you. You cry out in pleasure, your body writhing beneath me, as I keep pushing, forcing myself deeper

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Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458

When I found out that my new school had a running club, I was so excited .  It’s just running club, but it’s a new school, and I wanted new workout clothes to look cute in. It also meant that it was time for me to pick out my first sports bra. When I got to the local department store, I had no problem finding cute shorts and matching tops to run in. Picking out my first bra was kind of a huge deal. It was more than just a piece of clothing, this meant that my body was changing and I was now developing into a big girl. 

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dressing room

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Miss Anna went shopping for a new wardrobe. It had been a while since she treated herself and so she decided she needed some new threads. She had the sales clerk, a young handsome man, follow her around as she piled every item that caught her eye into his hands, until he could barely see over the mounting pile which he carried to the dressing room for her.

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Tonight I Dont Want A Trick or Treat

Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458

It is finally Halloween night and the town around me is in full go mode enjoying all of the festivities. I would love to be trotting around, in one of my many slutty costumes, but tonight I don’t want a trick or treat, I just couldn’t pass up a cozy night at home while I had the house all to my self.  I’ve been such a good girl in school, passing all of my tests this week,  all of the studying just has me exhausted. I am totally looking forward to a quiet night home alone, I might even turn off all of the lights to keep the trick or treaters away. Daddy wouldn’t want me opening the door to all of those strangers while I’m home alone anyway. I decided to get comfortable in my favorite onesie, this one is soft and fuzzy, it feels like I’m being cuddled.  I got settled in the living room  and started painting my nails as I watched  a halloween classic on tv. Just as I was starting to think I had avoided all of trick or treaters for the night, I heard a firm knock at the door. Of course I ignored it, couldn’t they see I didn’t want to be bothered?! I rolled my eyes and turned up the tv. The knocking persisted and finally I heard a man yell “PIZZA’S HERE”  through the door. Maybe daddy decided to send me a snack !

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.

I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.

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Front Porch Diapering

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Your wife called me again. Seems as though someone isn’t obeying orders. You haven’t been wearing your diapers to work like Mama Felicity instructed. I’m so glad at least one of you is honest with me. I drove over right away. The thick, prink diaper bag over my shoulder as I stood on your front porch and knocked on the door.

You opened it, startled to see me. Even leaning in close and hissing, “Felicity, what are you doing here? My neighbors will see you?”

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