Category: phonesex

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood there, bare and exposed, that tiny excuse for a cock twitching pathetically under my gaze. “Wow,” I laughed arms crossed as I tilted my head. “This is what you’ve been so desperate to show me? This little thing?!!” His face turned red, but I could see the way he was shook by my words. He loved this. He needed it. A loser like him had no other purpose but to be put in his place.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I sighed, stepping closer, running a single finger down his chest before stopping just above his worthless little cock. “This is why you’ll never be a REAL man. This is why no woman would ever take you seriously. You exist for one thing, and one thing only—to be a tiny, desperate loser at my feet.”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he knew in the presence of Miss Trini he was not allowed to. His tiny cock convulsing like it actually thought it had a chance. I laughed. “Look at it. Struggling, trying so hard to be something, but it’s just… fucking useless! You’ll never please me with that. You’ll Continue reading “Small Penis Humiliation: Tiny Excuse” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You see, this time of year, the world is seeing green – and not just because of all the Guinness being guzzled down. No, I’m talking about the emerald hues of the lucky charms that have my sweet snatch dripping like a pot of liquid gold at the end of a rainbow!

For all you horndogs out there, this St. Paddy’s Day weekend, if you’re lucky enough to find yourself sliding into my velvet soft folds, you’ll be seeing more than just green – you’ll be seeing stars! My pink paradise is the ultimate pot of gold, and trust me, once you stick your shamrock inside, you’ll never want to leave my magical land.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I never thought I’d find myself here, about to have my 1st glory hole experience. There I was standing in a dimly lit private booth, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and lust. The idea of a glory hole had always intrigued me—anonymity, the thrill of the unknown, the raw, unfiltered pleasure. But fantasizing about it and actually being here were two totally different things.

I placed my hands along the smooth wooden partition, my breath shaking as I knelt, waiting for the unknown. I could hear faint noises from the other stalls—muffled moans, the slick sounds of pleasure. My body tingled; my skin hot, burning with desire. The waiting was the most intense part, the build-up driving me crazy!

Then, finally, a presence. A thick, eager length pressed through the opening, hard and pulsing, waiting for my touch. I let my fingers glide over the smooth white skin, teasing, my lips teasing over the tip before I took him into my mouth. The first taste of salt and musk made me moan around him, my tongue swirling, my lips tightening as I took him deeper and deeper in my throat. The anonymous stranger groaned, “Ughh Fuck!” his hips swaying Continue reading “My 1st Gloryhole Experience” →

slut

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I love being paid to be a slut. There, I said it. It’s not something I’m ashamed of. You see, I used to work a regular job, just like everyone else. But I couldn’t shake this feeling, this itch, that there was something more out there for me. Something that would make me feel alive. And then I found it – phone sex operating.

“God, you sound so fucking hot,” you groan into the phone, your voice deep and needy. I can feel my pussy getting wet just from the sound of it. I’m completely naked, lying on my bed, the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder. I run my fingers over my nipples, pinching and twisting them until they’re hard and sensitive. “You like that, don’t you?” I purr, my voice low and seductive. “You like it when I talk dirty to you.” “Fuck, yes,” you pant. “I want to hear more…I want to hear everything.” Giggling, I spread my legs wide, my fingers trailing down my

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I have a confession to make – I am hopelessly addicted to spanking. I’m constantly begging my lovers “spank me harder!”  The rush I get from a firm hand smacking against my tender cheeks is nothing short of euphoric. My ideal fantasy is being bent over an armchair (I prefer wood or leather), my tight shorts pulled down slowly to expose my perfectly round ass. A gentle caress at first, admiring my curves, before an unsolicited spank snaps me out of my trance.

The first one never fails to make me gasp. My skin tingles, not in pain but anticipation of what’s to come next. Slap after slap, the stinging only fuels my ardor. Soon, my pajamas are noticeably damp. I crave the red handprints blooming across my firm globes, a badge of honor proving I can take it. By now I’m squirming on your lap, panties soaked through, clit throbbing for release.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I want you to use me, daddy. Use me hard and rough. Use me however the hell you want. Because let’s be real, that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? To be your personal fuck doll, your depraved little plaything, your naughty secret stash of sin and debauchery when the world outside gets too much?

Well, baby, come and get it then. Unleash all that pent up frustration on my tight little pussy. Wring out every last drop of anger, of stress, of pent up lust and aggression, on my pliant, willing body. Slam me against the wall and ravage me. Throw me down on the bed and pound into me until the bed frame breaks. Pin me to the floor and violatingly hiss filthy degradations in my ear as you rail my cervix.

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Sister Uses Your Fuck Doll

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Normally, whenever someone visits, you clean me up and tuck me into the closet. It’s dark and lonely without you, but I understand. You don’t want anyone to know about your favorite fuck doll. You got stuck late at work this time, though, and your sister arrived at the house before you.

You forgot to put me away! And it was too awkward to tell her not to go in your room because you knew she would have headed straight there. So you sit at work, worried that she’ll find me. That’s precisely what she did.

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Horny Daddy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I’m going to get straight to the point, I need a horny daddy. I loooove anything family fun so I’m always down for a hot daddy role play.

Do you feel like a little family fun tonight? Because I’m looking for a very horny daddy. I have a really dark, yet wild, side and I love daddy daughter fucking. And you know what else? I especially love it when you sneak into my room late at night.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You spoil me so much, I am your spoiled sweet submissive.  I feel like the luckiest subbie girl in the whole world.  I love the way you pay attention to the little things that I like and that I do.  Often, I focus on serving and pleasing you so much I tend to forget myself.

I know it’s not my place to worry about me.  That’s your responsibility.  I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate how well you do take care of me.  Your attention to even the tiniest detail means that I never want for anything.  The way you take care of me only makes me want to submit to you even more completely.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →