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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Why do I like it so much Dr. Julie? I feel so ashamed. Back when I was young, this wasn’t talked about. It was very taboo. Now I do realize that I’m not alone. But that doesn’t take away the shame. I don’t understand myself. I’m so confused and broken. I’ve tried so hard to make myself change. But it’s like an addiction. I can’t stop wanting to wear women’s panties. I’m powerless over my attraction to them. They make me happy. When I was growing up, I would wear my mom’s and sister’s. Now I wear my wife’s. When I wear men’s underwear, I feel depressed. They make me feel like I’m being forced to wear and be something that isn’t Me. But I don’t want to be a woman. I’m attracted to women. I’m not attracted to men Dr. Julie. So I don’t understand why I also want dildos up my ass. I’m so ashamed that it feels so good”. He confesses.

Let me start by reassuring you that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m going to take this one thing at a time. Because we are dealing with two separate topics.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My ex-boyfriend loved to fuck barely legal cunts. He had an extreme fetish for age-play. The black youngsters were his favorite. I had been babysitting my neighbor’s little one Bella for almost a year and was loving every bit of it. She was such an obedient sweetheart. I would let him come over and ravish her each time I would babysit. Sometimes I even made her shove her tiny tongue in my asshole so she could see what a grown woman’s ass taste like. “Open your fucking mouth you little niglet!” She cried when he shoved his cock in her face. Taking advantage of her miniature mouth, he made her drink all his vanilla juices. We would use her and do whatever we wanted to her while her mom wasn’t around.

Bella was barely growing tits and ass but she had the tightest twat. “Lay down and open your legs for me!” Her eyes filled with tears but she did was she was told. Her honeypot was super wet and yummy. He would moan so loud sliding his cock into her, thrusting hard back and forth. The younger the jailbait the better the fuck he would always say. “Take this cock Continue reading “Barely Legal Cunt Fucker” →

1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing my black lace lingerie. The garter belt, stockings, and heels are all in place, but the sight of you in my panties and bra is a shock. You look stunning, but I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing my things. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know, I didn’t think you had the balls to wear my lingerie,” I say, my voice a low purr. You jump, startled, and turn to face me. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and I can see the bulge in your panties. “I thought you were just a good girl, but I guess I was wrong.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “I thought it would be fun to surprise you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
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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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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Babes, I am still reeling from the most incredible sexual experience of my life this past weekend – I experienced the thickest I’ve ever had. I can barely sit still as I write this because my pussy is still quivering with aftershocks, even days later. See, I had the immense pleasure of taking the thickest, most magnificent cock that I’ve ever had the privilege to wrap my lips and legs around. And let me tell you, it was pure ecstasy.

When I first laid eyes on his impressive manhood, I knew right then and there that I was in for the ride of my life. The sheer girth and length was astonishing. I couldn’t wait to feel it stretching me open and filling me up in ways I never thought possible. And when the moment finally arrived, it did NOT disappoint.

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Darkest Desires

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A caller recently told me that other than himself, I was the only person in the world who knew what he truly desired. His darkest desires. The only person he’d ever shared his dark desire with. His kink is rather taboo, and naturally, he feels as if he can’t share it with anyone in his personal life. His words keep replaying in my mind. Over and over.

I’m the ONLY person who knows exactly what pleases him—the only person who can tempt the darkness in him to come out and play. No matter how dark or disturbing, he and I can explore that desire together until he achieves the most satisfaction from the naughty little idea. Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to know he’s comfortable confiding in me?

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sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned back against the plush velvet headboard, my eyes drinking in the sight of you. You stood before me, a vision in lace and satin, your delicate form accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Your cock was caged, the steel teasingly visible beneath the lace panties you wore. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, my fingers itching to play with you.

“Come here, my little sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. You obeyed, your heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as you approached the bed. I could see the flush of arousal on your cheeks, the way your breath hitched as you looked at me. “Amber,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. I smiled, reaching out to run my fingers over the silky fabric of your panties. I could feel your cock straining against the cage, begging for release. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

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A Very Cucky Valentines Pt3

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Part2

The restaurant setup couldn’t have been better planned if I had done it myself. We were seated at a tiny VIP table covered in rose petals in the middle of the dining room. It was even propped up on a small stage as if they knew we’d be putting on a show.

Expensive champagne and flickering candles waited for us, but there were no menus. As we sat, my man kissed my hand again and told me the chef had planned a special Valentine’s meal just for us, and there was no need to order. He poured me a glass of bubbly, and I texted my ex the address while he was distracted.

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BBC Confessions

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I love confessions, but nothing makes me happier than sharing BBC confessions. Lots of my naughty callers are loving husbands with a BBC addiction, and I am here to feed it!

Of course, when you are living a double life, there aren’t many people you can share your secrets with. So call me and spill, bitch! I’m aching to hear all the flirty, delicious details of that piping-hot tea!

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