Category: phonesex

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hello, you horny old perverts. It’s me again, the delicious 20-year-old pussy you lust after so much. I know how badly you wish you could get a taste of my tight young holes. How you dream of ramming your wrinkled old cocks deep inside me. How much you ache to make me yours and teach this bratty little slut a lesson she’ll never forget.

Well, too fucking bad. You’ll never get to experience the exquisite pleasure of being covered in my juices as I ride you into oblivion. Never get to smack my round ass and leave your handprint on my smooth cheeks. Never feel my hot mouth wrapped around your throbbing dick, sucking you dry until you’re completely spent.

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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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Daddy's Fun Stuff

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mikey would do anything for Daddy’s approval, even when Daddy started offering some of that sweet, white powder in a little baggy. Mikey knew that it wasn’t a good idea, that that stuff made people do bad things, but if Daddy said it was okay, then he would listen. He started inhaling the fun stuff that made Mikey feel so good whenever Daddy would offer it, but after a few months, Daddy got stingy.

“Please, can I have some fun stuff?” Mikey was holding on to his elbow as he pleaded with his Father in the master bedroom.

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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” →

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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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates can get really crazy. They have brought people home from work before. But it’s never gotten that crazy before. It was about three o’clock in the morning. I was sound asleep. Until I was awoken by giggles, moans, lots of different voices, and banging. At first, I was scared. I wondered what on earth was going on. Worried that something might be happening to my friends, I jumped out of bed. Then I ran down the hall towards the noise. I was so scared to open the door. My heart was beating so fast. I had no choice but to save them from a possible intruder. So I quietly opened the door and peeked in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What on earth were they doing? I wondered. They had three guys in there. And from the looks of it, they were willing participants. The five of them were having an orgy. They were forming a human chain. All of them were having sex with each other at the same time. I’ve never seen anything like it. I started getting turned on by watching them. I couldn’t stop.

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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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mercedes and I are nothing if not Grade A sluts.  We love cocks.  Maybe more than anything in the world.  Fucking just might be the best activity in the whole wide world.  There’s just one little problem though.  After hours and hours of fucking, our sexy little holes get all full of cum.  Sure, we could take a shower and wash ourselves out.  But why do that when it’s so much fun to have our own personal little cleanup boi at our beck and call?

He’s always around, usually hiding and watching as we’re getting fucked.  Sometimes he likes to hide in our closet.  Other times he likes to hide under the bed.  But, he’s always there ready to serve when we’re so full we can’t take another load.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a crisp autumn evening as I strolled home from cheerleading practice, my ponytail bouncing with each step. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. I felt carefree, lost in thought about the upcoming game and our spirited routines. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. Before I could react, two burly men emerged from the shadows, blocking my path. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. One of them, a hulking brute with a cruel grin, reached out and grabbed my arm.“Hey there, little cheerleader,” he sneered, his breath reeking of booze. “Why don’t you come with us for some fun?”I tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vice. The other man, equally imposing, stepped forward, his eyes roaming my body with a predatory gaze. “Yeah, we’ll give you a real show,” he leered.

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