Category: roleplay phonesex

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He arrived at ten sharp, wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex that could’ve funded a small country. He smiled in a fake and predacious way when he saw me. “Stella,” he said, “I hear you’re an experience worth every penny.” He placed his leather briefcase on the mahogany desk and opened it, revealing a thick envelope full of cash, a stack of credit cards, and a signed contract. The initial request was that he wanted a session, but I wanted his ego. He just didn’t know it yet.

“Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the leather chair across from me. The leather squeaked as he obliged, as his posture already flattened under his own weight. I let him linger a moment, watching his eyes dart to the sleek Manhattan skyline through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize that he thought he owned everything that lay beyond that glass.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 453

Mr. Thomas had a foot fetish. It all makes sense now. But at the time, I always thought it was weird how he would just stare at our feet. Then one day he asked me to stay after class. At first, I thought I was in trouble. But I quickly realized that it wasn’t that at all. He asked me to take off my shoes. I thought that was weird. But I did as I was told. He let out an audible groan when he saw my feet emerge from my shoes. That’s when he motioned for me to come stand in front of him. He was sitting in his desk chair. As I walked over, he couldn’t take his eyes off my feet. When I got close enough for him to touch me, he reached down, picked up my foot and set it in his lap. He rubbed it for a few seconds. Then he set it on his cock. I could feel how hard he was through his pants. Then he picked me up and sat me on his desk. He caressed and admired both of me feet.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

My feet beat out a steady rhythm on the treadmill as I began to wind down my cool down run. My gym trainer would be checking on me soon and I needed to be ready for the stretches he’d insist on. Slowing my pace further; I drink from my water bottle, spilling a little down my chin. I wipe my chin and come to a stop. Taking a few deep breaths, I shake one leg then the other before wiping down the controls.

I turn to find my trainer right behind me. “Good job. Now let’s get you stretched out.” He nodded over his shoulder to the yoga mat he’d already laid out. I rolled my head to relax my neck and assumed the first stretch. One knee almost touching the floor, my other leg in front of me at a ninety degree angle, lunging forward. My trainer counted down before I switched.

After switching sides, it was time to do the butterfly stretch. My trainer was never happy with my progress for this one. I sat and brought my feet together in front of me, bracing my elbows on my knees; I gently pulled on my feet. The

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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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mechanic roleplay

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

As I stood at the grease-stained counter of Miller’s Auto, I knew this conversation wasn’t gonna go as planned. “Three hundred and forty dollars,” Dave said, not looking up from his ledger. He was a man composed entirely of callouses and indifference. “New alternator, labor, plus the diagnostic fee…tax…”

I looked at the counter, then at my hands. Three hundred and forty dollars was a fantasy. My bank account was a haunting echo of two-digit numbers and my rent was looming like a storm cloud. I thought about the rusted sedan in the bay behind him. It was my only tether to a job that was already dangling by a thread. Without that car, I was nothing. Without that car, I was back on the street.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Miss Julie, it’s Misty. Are you ready to have some fun?” Her sweet feminine voice whispered. I always love it when Misty gets the rare opportunity to model for me. Misty is a pin up model. We dress her up and have fabulous photo shoots. This time was a spring theme. We went on a delightful shopping spree and picked out a very feminine, little floral romper. Then we hit the lingerie store. She picked out a striking teal teddy. It was velvet with black lace trim and decollete. We got some black lace trimmed stockings to go with it. Then there were the shoes. We couldn’t forget the shoes! And we found the absolute perfect pair. They were four inch heeled, black mary janes. So Sexy!

We transformed her into the sexiest pin up model. Her hair and makeup were on point. And her sassy confidence was evidence that she knew she looked good. The photos most definitely reflected that playful sex appeal. We started outside with the vintage cars. Then we moved to the boudoir. Her poses kept getting sexier and sexier. And more and more risque. So I decided to take this fun to the next level.

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Good Girl

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I’m sorry but being called a good girl has got to be one of the hottest things a guy can do. Especially for submissive girls like me. I’ve always loved being a good girl here at Tomsin.

That same submissive side also lends me to lust after being called a girlfriend. I’m forever looking for an older man who wants a good girl of his own.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I really should have known better than to let my little ABDL diaper enthusiast, Leo, sit on the cream-colored sofa. I was busy folding laundry in the next room, humming along to the radio, when the distinct, rhythmic squelch-squelch of a soggy diaper signaled that my boy had once again pushed his luck to the absolute limit.

When I marched into the living room, I found him staring at the ceiling with that wide-eyed, guilt-ridden expression that only a grown man wearing a printed disposable pampers can pull off. “Oopsie, Mama Cory,” he squeaked. His voice cracked with feigned innocence, while a widening, warm puddle beneath his backside confirmed exactly what kind of afternoon we were about to have.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His name was Julian. I didn’t know his last name and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had met him at the hotel lobby bar only two hours prior. He didn’t talk much, which was a relief. In a place where you don’t exactly belong, silence is the only honest currency.

The hotel’s hot tub was tucked into a secluded corner of the terrace, shielded by heavy, dripping ferns. The chlorine smell stung my nostrils and mixed with the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. When he pulled me into the water, the heat was abrasive, bordering on painful. The thing is, I kinda liked it.

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Dance On my pole

TS Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Slide over here, little sissy girl. Let me have a good look at you. Don’t play shy with me now! You told me how much you wanted this. Your first time with a Goddess like me. I can see how excited you are inside of that slutty, lingerie you’ve put on just for me.

You said you wanted us to match, and we do. Suspender stockings, crotchless panties in soft pink with push-up bras to match. I sure feel girlie, do you? Your six-inch heels make such a pretty sound on the floor as you saunter back and forth. You look ready to dance on my pole now, so like I said, “Slide over here, little sissy girl.”

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