Tag: phonesex

Driving Jon Home

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.

That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I slipped the silk camisole over my head, feeling the buttery fabric glide against my skin. My heart fluttered when I felt the delicate lace trimmed the edges of the garment. Each tiny stitch promised a day of exquisite self‑indulgence. I twirled before the full‑length mirror, watching the soft ivory cascade over my curves. The scent of fresh laundry mingled with a faint trace of vanilla from the candle on my dresser and I laughed, savoring the simple, almost reckless joy of dressing for no one but myself.

The afternoon stretched lazily and I decided to venture out for coffee. I paired my lacy underlayer with a loose, button‑down shirt that fluttered just enough to hint at the hidden treasure beneath. As I stepped onto the bustling sidewalk, a breeze lifted the hem of my skirt, teasing a flash of blush‑pink satin that made my cheeks warm with delighted embarrassment.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

The PTA is constantly hassling the parents for new ways to raise funds for the school. There is always some dance or field trip that the budget doesn’t have money for. Bake sales and car washes are out of date and frankly lame. We needed something that would bring in cash and fast!

As a stay-at-home mom, it isn’t like I have extra money to just fork over. However, I wanted to do my part. For education, ya know? So I asked the PTA president for the list of parent emails. Well, the emails of all the Dads.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A leprechaun, of all things. He was no taller than my forearm, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and hair the color of a freshly sprouted leaf. His beard smelled faintly of earth after rain. My first reaction was an involuntary chuckle, then a shiver of something else. He introduced himself simply as Finn and his voice was a low trill that seemed to echo from the hollow of a forest.

We met in my basement. A room I’d painstakingly transformed into a sanctuary of shadows. Blackened velvet draped the walls, iron chains lay coiled on the table and a single, dim bulb hung from the ceiling, throwing a jaundiced glow over the concrete floor. I wore my usual leather corset, with the buckle fastened just tight enough that my breathing hitched with each inhale. My eyes, dark with anticipation, met his. Bright emeralds flickering with hunger.

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Cheating housewife

Milan 844-33CANDY Ext. 398

A cheating housewife getting cock on the side is one thing, but it takes an extra dirty mommy to let her daughter have a little fun too. My mom loved to bring her ‘friends’ over late at night when she thought I was sleeping. I could hear her moaning while they fucked her, and I started to get curious. My little cunny would get so wet imaging what they were doing. I just had to peek.

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Just A Taste

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.

That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I signed up for a certification in hypnotherapy because I liked the idea of it. But then it turned into something more…something powerful. The first time a client walked into my little office on the third floor of an aging building, his eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite name. Curiosity? Fear? Something darker?

He introduced himself as Julian and said he was a “high‑functioning” executive who’d “just needed a little help to relax.” I began the session as I’d practiced a hundred times, using a gentle voice, a slow cadence, and a suggestion to focus on the rhythm of my breathing. “Follow the pendulum with your eyes and allow yourself to relax…” He seemed happy and booked another appointment. Success!

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wet panties

Milan 844-33CANDY Ext. 398

A teen slut’s wet panties could make any man’s dick bricked. I hope your dick is already starting to throb because my panties are soaked. I mean come on. I’m a teen phone sex slut. All night long I listen to the dirtiest fantasies and tease my pretty pink. Ending the night with dry panties would be impossible. They usually end up in a sopping wet pile on the side of my bed, but I can think of a much better use for them tonight. Open wide and suck them clean.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I still remember the exact moment I first saw HeyZeus across the desert. Being a whore, especially back then, I could feel the magnetic pull of his curiosity. Despite the general consensus that girls like me were dirty. There was something deeply attractive about the way his eyes flickered between intrigue and caution whenever he looked at me. I knew that it would be nearly impossible for him to ignore the growing, inevitable need to explore his desires. It was springtime in the desert, after all.

HeyZeus spoke in hushed tones of the towering expectations his father. More specifically, the insistence that HeyZeus (and everyone else in his village)’s first sexual experience should be sealed within the sanctity of marriage. His father was mighty and powerful, among other things, and had a very strong pull on the entire world’s day to day thoughts and behaviors.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I have a kinky fetish. I like to cum in my jeans in public.” He confessed for the first time. He said it all started when he was a young, horny boy. He would sit in class and watch the girls. He would try to see their budding little nipples through their shirts, and up their little skirts. Inevitably he would cum in his pants. Then a few years later, he had a girlfriend that would sit next to him in class and rub him through his pants until he would cum. He told me that he hasn’t been able to overcome this fetish. After all of these years, he still craves it. But he hasn’t found anyone that was into it or willing to help him fulfill his fantasy. He asked me if I could help him. It sounded so hot to me. My pussy was wet just thinking about it. I told him that I would absolutely love to. So we made reservations at a popular upscale restaurant. I requested a specific booth that is up on a step and overlooking the entire dining room. After all, I wanted him to be the center of attention.

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