Category: phonesex

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

So, Jess found out that her newlywed husband was cheating on her with a skank, so we invited the two of them to my friend’s dominatrix dungeon as the guests of honor. We looked through all the toys and found a vibrator, a cock cage and an electroshock wand. Oh, what fun can we have with these. The skank was already chained to the wall with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart. The husband was tied to a chair right across from her.

I wanted to hear the skanks screams and cries, but of course everything was consensual and there were safe words put in place. I had a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them up to her perky nipples. She cringed a little bit at that, but the nipples were perky, so I know she enjoyed them.

I cut off her pants and pulled her panties to the side while I put the vibrator right on her clit. Her whole body wiggled, and she let out moan after moan. It was turning me on as well, but I was trying to keep my cool.

Continue reading “Broken Vows Part 2” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

“You’re in so much trouble,” Daddy announced himself as he stepped into the room. I was lying on my tummy playing on my phone. “Do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” He asked with a raised brow. I shrugged a single shoulder.

“Not much.” I sassed. It was hard to keep a straight face when bratting off, but I managed. He towered over me as he got closer, his shadow coming over the screen of my phone, causing me to look up at him.

Continue reading “Frannie Gets In Trouble” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend J and I are super into accomplice play. Fortunately my dumb little sister fucked up recently giving me and J an opportunity to indulge our favorite kink.

My sister Katie sat perched on the edge of my bed, wearing my most scandalous lingerie. The lacy bra and thong set J had surprised me with last month.

“Oh, Diana,” Katie mumbled without looking up, her voice laced with guilt and defiance. “I just wanted to…you know, feel like you for a bit.”

We’d grown up sharing clothes and secrets, but this was a line crossed into treacherous territory. Suddenly, a memory flashed: J’s wolfish gaze lingering on my sister at dinner the other night. The way his eyes followed her slender curves, a hunger simmering beneath the surface. A plan formed, bitter and twisted, but necessary.

“Girl, follow me,” I snapped, my voice icy.

Continue reading “The Accomplice” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mommy decided to go out for brunch with her girlfriends.  I knew she’d be gone for hours cause she always was when she went out for a girls’ brunch.  So, I planned to sneak into Daddy’s bed.  Because Daddy avoids my attempts to try and get him alone.  But he won’t be able to dodge me today.  I know Daddy always sleeps in when Mommy goes out for her girl dates.  So, after I heard Mommy leave, I put on my cutest nightie and I snuck into their bedroom.  Daddy laid still snoring away as I climbed up on the bed next to him.  Daddy wasn’t getting away from me this time.

Continue reading “Sneak Into Daddy’s Bed Phone Sex” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ll never forget the day my panties became so drenched during Professor Thompson’s lecture that I had to sneakily press a folded tissue against my crotch to absorb the excess moisture. It all started when he began to teach us about human anatomy, standing close to the podium, his broad frame dominating the front of the classroom. As he gestured to illustrate a point, his large hands brushed against his pants, and I could unmistakably make out the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.

Throughout the lesson, I found myself staring, mesmerized by the way his powerful thighs flexed or how his dark eyes sparkled with intellectual fervor. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, and before I knew it, my panties were clinging to my pussy, the crotch saturated with arousal. I squirmed in my seat, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure building inside me. Continue reading “Wet Panties” →

naughty story

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

Yes, I know I’m a hottie. And more importantly, I’m a professional-grade menace when it comes to first dates. So, after three weeks of witty banter and late-night DMs, I was finally meeting Alex, the ridiculously charming engineer I found on a dating app. Or, shall I say, he found me.

Alex had suggested somewhere casual, like a coffee shop. But ‘casual’ isn’t really in my vocabulary, especially when I’m trying to make a lasting (and perhaps slightly traumatizing) first impression. The plan was simple: I’d wear a beautifully demure, high-necked vintage dress.

Continue reading “professional-grade menace” →

Would You Suck It?

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Say we met at a party after you’ve had one too many. Too many to notice the things people typically see about me. The things that tell them I’m not all female. You’ve somehow missed all those cues, and then we end up making out.

It’s the hottest makeout session you’ve had since high school. I mean, we are hot and heavy, and then you led me up to a bedroom expecting to get your dick wet. But as you undress me, the elephant in the room becomes revealed. Would you suck it?

Continue reading “Would You Suck It?” →

Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I’m Jackie, and on Veteran’s Day, I like to pay my respects in a special way. Y’all know I’m a Georgia peach, all curves and sass, so I head on over to the VFW hall to show my gratitude in the most southern, honey-sweet fashion.

As I walk in, them old boys’ eyes light up like Christmas trees. I’m glad to oblige; after all, a curvy beauty like me owes it to them brave men to do my part. I saunter on over, hips swaying, and give ’em a wink and a smile. “Y’all ready for some sweet Georgia pie, fellas?” I ask, batting my lashes.

Continue reading “Veteran’s Day” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend spent months venting to me about her ex. She would go on and on about how pathetic he was, giving me vivid details about their sex life. I think she wanted me to be as disgusted as she was. But what she didn’t know is that I was quite intrigued. I’d finally heard enough. I was bound and determined to find out for myself if all of it was true. She told me that he loved to watch her fuck other people. It didn’t matter who it was. She could pick them out. And she said she did. There were men, women, and sometimes both at once. She told me that he loved to clean out all of her holes afterwards. Then she told me that he was such a loser because he would come within seconds. But then he would be hard again. He was multi orgasmic. Oh, and he was balding, which she absolutely hated. What she didn’t know was that all of that turned me on and I wanted to experience it firsthand. So one night  I decided to go to the bar he frequented. He didn’t know who I was. But I told him.

Continue reading “My Friend’s Ex” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discerning taste, particularly when it comes to the men I allow into my tight, wet confines. You see, I must confess: I’m hopelessly addicted to a certain type of cock. Thick, meaty, obscenely girthy. That’s my kryptonite. The plumper, the better.

It all started with a particularly memorable encounter with a rugged, rotund stranger at a dingy dive bar. His girth was so substantial that it strained against the fabric of his trousers, practically screaming for attention. And once I got my eager hands on it, I was hooked. The way it felt throbbing in my grasp, the sheer promise of the pleasure it could deliver! I was entranced!

Continue reading “Your Girth Is Your Worth” →