Category: social taboo fantasy

Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

https://phonesexcandy.com/youre-a-pervert/

Pervert, what do you think will happen if I ever find out that you have been spying on me? Do you think I would press charges? Do you think the charges would even stick? If they found out what I do for a living I bet you would get away with it. And those clips of me that you recorded are just going to sit in your folders. But for now, I have no clue that you watch me go to the bathroom. I am none the wiser that the camera pervert in the bathroom vent has been watching me strip.

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I'm Watching You Loser

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You sulk around as if you are invisible, but you aren’t. I’m fucking watching you, loser. Men like you think no one notices you as you gawk at pretty girls or, worse, take pictures of them. Creeper pictures that you’ll jerk off to later when you’re alone. Thinking about how close you got to her. If you could smell her, how you would never be with someone like her. You disgust me, and you definitely aren’t as unnoticed as you think. Continue reading “I’m Watching You Loser” →

Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

I know life is hard, but I can make sure you don’t have to deal with that stuff again! It’s really simple, I think. We Dommes try to make it as low of a bar for entry to no more stress as possible. You don’t have to worry about work, or friends, or family drama again. Doesn’t that sound tempting? Every man wants to let go of having to do his duties. Paying the mortgage, rent, utilities, all of that boring stuff you have to do now. And all you need to do is let me take control of you!

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For The Love Of Daisy Dukes

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Chad was visiting the farm on a lovely spring morning when I was wearing my favorite Daisy Dukes. Like most boys, Chad couldn’t keep his eyes off the scrap of denim tugged up between my legs that I was calling shorts. However, I could tell the reason he was staring wasn’t the same as most of the other boys.

When I wore my daisy dukes, all the farmhands wanted to get in, but I could tell Chad wanted to be in them without me. I devised a little plan to give him just what he wanted.

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Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Okay, like farts are gross, but everyone does it. If you don’t do it, you can get sick! I’d read it was bad to hold in farts, so when I was on a date with this dude Ian, I just let it rip. We were on the couch, sharing a blanket, watching a movie. It was kind of an intense part of the movie, and I didn’t want to miss it by getting up to excuse myself and toot in the bathroom. Remembering that everyone does it, and some guys even like it, I took the risk!

I leaned away from Ian and pushed out that fart that I hoped would be silent and destructive. Instead, it was loud AF! Ian looked at me in shock as the blowback from my asswind pushed against his leg. “Krysta? Did you fart?”

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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

I have had some calls recently that made me really, really horny. So many of you dirty men who want me to post you all over, telling everyone how pathetic your little cock is. The whole world available to see how pathetic you are. The dirtier you are, the more fun I have. But can you even imagine if someone you knew stumbled upon that picture and knew it was you? Oh my. Your cock is probably hard just thinking about that, because you secretly want them to know don’t you. Ah, what silly little games you play with the stability of your life.

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Intelligent Conversation

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

*Taps on the computer screen* Hello? Is there any intelligent life in this thing? All day long, every single day, I speak to men. Smart men! Businessmen! Men who are overworked and stressed beyond belief. If you think I’m only here to listen to you pant while you stroke your cock, you’re wrong.

I live for a good, long, intelligent conversation. For a connection with another person, and that’s what talking allows. The need for that connection leaks out in every one of my calls, and I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to want more from your phonesex operator than moaning and groaning.

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Watching Him Fuck Her

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

The couple I was babysitting for burst into the house. I was lying on the couch while the kids slept upstairs. They were making out so hard they didn’t even stop to see I was still there. They started peeling off their clothes, and I watched in shock. “Hello?” I said softly, almost unsure If I wanted them to stop or if I wanted to follow them upstairs and watch him fuck her.

They didn’t hear me over their own moaning. My pussy throbbed. I’d never watched a live porn before. I was so turned on I pushed off the couch and slowly followed behind them.

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Sexting

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Sexting my Husband while he is at work is so much fun, but it’s even more fun to sext someone else’s Husband while he’s at work. My best friend’s Husband is a super hot guy, but he’s really loyal to his pretty little wife, or at least he thinks he is.

I’ve been working on him, and I think he’s almost ready to give in to me. He also travels for business, and I have his cell number because, well, I stole it out of his wife’s phone one night while we were hanging out, and she wasn’t looking.

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Punishment

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Kenny is a pain slut. He comes to me for pleasure punishments. It’s one of my favorite sessions because he never taps out. Kenny wants to take all of the pain I wish to deliver him.  A truly beautiful Sadist/masochist relationship.

Today, he arrived and seemed more tense than usual. “What’s going on?” I asked him as he undressed, and I laid out the impact items. A paddle, a thick leather belt, a wide-backed hairbrush, and, of course, a cane.

“Just work, stress.” He ran his hand through his hair and eyes the toys. “I just really need this. Don’t be gentle?”

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