Category: phone sex

Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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My Kink

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I can’t help that my kink happens to be cheating. You don’t choose your kinks after all, they choose you. That’s why it’s not my fault that I cheat. I literally can’t help it! It’s my kink and knowing that it’s wrong makes the orgasms even better!

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was the middle of the day and I was feeling particularly mischievous. Willa, my perfect little panty slut, was hard at work in his office, oblivious to the surprise I had in store for him. To the outside world, Willa appears to be a normal, red-blooded American guy. But I know better. Behind closed doors, he transforms into my sissy princess in emerald green panties.

I snuck into his office while he was at lunch, my emerald green silk panties clutched tightly in my hand. The jewels sparkled temptingly in the fluorescent light. This particular pair drives Willa wild. The minute the warm silk caresses his milky thighs, he melts into a needy puddle, his clitty straining the front of his pants.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I have my own personal adult diaper baby. Can you believe it? At first, I never thought I’d be into it. Hell, I never thought he’d be into it either. But here we are, my fingers tracing against the soft, cotton edge of his diaper while his cock strains against the fabric like it’s begging to be freed from the Velcro snaps.

It started as a joke you know. Bobby and I were talking about kinks one night, tipsy off a bottle of something dark and dangerous, and he admitted it—he likes wearing diapers. All the time! Not for necessity, not for age play, but just because. “It makes me feel safe. Like I am being … taken care of” he said in a low voice as if he was confessing a sin. I didn’t laugh, cringe, nothing. I just got curious…

Now, he’s in my bed, sprawled out with nothing on but that thick, padded vice hugging his hips. It shouldn’t turn me on the way it does, but fuck—IT DOES!! Maybe, it’s the vulnerability of it you know the way he looks at me with those sultry blue eyes, waiting for my next move. Maybe it’s the Continue reading “My Adult Diaper Baby” →

Subby Is Locked But I Want To Play

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I own a little subby boy who’s cock is terribly sensitive. It brings me great pleasure to tie him up and torment his cock. I love to lube it up and stroke it to the brink of pleasure then deny him. Watching him writhe makes me giggle. However, recently my sensitive boy was naughty and the result was my tender plaything being locked up in chastity. *pouts*

It’s really not fair that his punishment should punish both of us. There is no need for me to deny myself pleasure when I’m the one in control, so tonight, I’ve made him sit and watch while I invited another Sub boy over to play.

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I'm Not Too Young

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’m not THAT young. At nineteen, I’m very mature for my age. Ask any of the parents I babysit for. They all love and trust me. They say I’m very responsible and reliable, so why won’t you let me be responsible for your orgasms?

Sure, sure. You’ve been friends with my Dad for longer than I’ve been alive, but what does that really matter? I’ve seen the way you look at me. The subtle ways you have to adjust yourself so no one else sees your erection. I’m not too young for you to fuck, so give in already.

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Ebony 844-332-2639 Ext 240

Stroke for me. Just like that. Nice and slow. Feel how good it is to let go, to surrender to my voice, my words. I know you need this—need me guiding you, teasing you, making you crave more.Let your hand move exactly the way I want. Smooth, steady strokes, dragging pleasure through every inch of you. Don’t rush it. I want you to feel everything—every twitch, every pulse, every bit of aching need.Your breath is changing already, isn’t it? I can hear it, feel it, the way you’re slipping deeper into this heat with me. But I’m not letting you finish yet. No, not yet. Keep stroking, keep letting the tension build. I want to keep you right here—on the edge, desperate, waiting for me.Stay with me. Listen to me. Stroke for me, just the way I say. We’re only getting started.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My ex-boyfriend loved to fuck barely legal cunts. He had an extreme fetish for age-play. The black youngsters were his favorite. I had been babysitting my neighbor’s little one Bella for almost a year and was loving every bit of it. She was such an obedient sweetheart. I would let him come over and ravish her each time I would babysit. Sometimes I even made her shove her tiny tongue in my asshole so she could see what a grown woman’s ass taste like. “Open your fucking mouth you little niglet!” She cried when he shoved his cock in her face. Taking advantage of her miniature mouth, he made her drink all his vanilla juices. We would use her and do whatever we wanted to her while her mom wasn’t around.

Bella was barely growing tits and ass but she had the tightest twat. “Lay down and open your legs for me!” Her eyes filled with tears but she did was she was told. Her honeypot was super wet and yummy. He would moan so loud sliding his cock into her, thrusting hard back and forth. The younger the jailbait the better the fuck he would always say. “Take this cock Continue reading “Barely Legal Cunt Fucker” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m always eager to explore new experiences and push my boundaries. This weekend, I decided to try something I’ve never done before – being a rope bunny. Little did I know, it would be a mind-blowing adventure that left me craving for more.

It all started when a friend introduced me to her rope topping partner at a kinky party. Intrigued, I watched them tie her up in intricate knots and positions, marveling at how sensual it looked. When they offered to tie me up too, I hesitated for a moment before diving in headfirst.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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