Tag: phonesex

Paid In Pussy

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

This damn piece of junk car done broke down again. With my man in the slammer, no one is around to help me with stuff like this. It’s blocking the driveway like a lawn decoration at this point, and I don’t got no extra money to get the bitch towed to a mechanic.

My only option was to take my ass next door and ask my neighbor if he would fix my car if I paid in pussy. He’s a dirty old man with no teeth, but he’s real good with cars and stuff. If he could just get it running so I could get to work, that’s all I needed.

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Magnetic Connection

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Our eyes met, and I looked away again. I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder as if his gaze were magnetic, constantly pulling at me from across the crowded space. “Girl, he literally can’t take his eyes off you.” Sasha squealed, and I rolled my eyes, taking another hearty sip of the fruity cocktail, stirring the muddled berries at the bottom with my straw.

“Stop, he’s probably just watching the game,” I said, pointing to the TV in front of me. And it just looks like he’s watching me.”

“No!” all three of my girlfriends retorted simultaneously. “He’s definitely looking at you.” Carol swallowed tightly and looked down at the tabletop. “He’s coming this way!”

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Homewrecking Sitter Fun

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Mr. C is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. He’s sexy, wealthy, and hilarious. I love his silly jokes and how he dresses. I would totally make him my husband; the only problem is that he’s already married. As their family sitter, I shouldn’t be considering homewrecking, but honestly, I just want us to be happy together.

I knew he would never go for my idea while his wife was around, so I waited until I knew she was out of town and had taken their son. I showed up in a slutty little outfit with bubble gum pink lip gloss on and knocked on the door.

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Lost In The Big City

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

The other night, I dreamed I was lost in a big city. I’ve never really been to a city like the one in my dream, but it was late at night, yet the street lights made it brighter than the day. Neon signs flashed from windows, and crowds filled the street as I tried to figure out where I was and where I needed to go.

I felt so scared and unsure. I spun this way and that, and nothing looked familiar. Not the people around me or the street signs. Knowing I couldn’t just stand in one place, I picked a direction and started to walk. Big, calloused hands grabbed my elbows and pulled me towards an alley. Whoever grabbed me was wearing a hat pulled low over their face, and I couldn’t make out a single feature.

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Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Today, you sent me to the spa to be pampered. They massaged and oiled every inch of me. The manicurist did my nails just how I liked them and then went to work on my feet. As she worked over one sole, I thought about how turned on you would be watching her take care of my delicate little toes.

She had me dip them into warm bubble water. The jets sprayed over the balls of my feet and along the arches. Easing out my stress before she even went to work on my feet. When she did lift my ankle from the pool, drops of water trailed down my feet to splash back into the water below.

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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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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a while, I had been studying French. Needless to say. I had not been doing well. Therefore, Daddy decided that James could help me study.

Now, I’m lying in my room, on my king-size bed, masturbating with my massage wand. Suddenly, I hear my door open and Daddy walks in, he’s holding another white box with a black bow.

“I thought I told you to stop being such a little slut Jemma”, Daddy says to me as he walks in and sees my legs spread and my pussy wet.

“I’m sorry Daddy”, I saw, as I continue to rub my clit. Then, Daddy walks over to me and forces himself on top of me and inside of me. Once he has finished all over me, he pulls out the box and hands it to me.

“Put this on, you’re meeting James for a French lesson”, Daddy says.

As soon as he leaves, I open the box. Inside, I find a Sailor Moon outfit and accessories.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Thank goodness the weather had warmed up significantly over the last few weeks. It was warm enough to open the pool at Daddy’s house. The pool was amazing and heated. There was a rock wall surrounding everything, the pool was a large rectangle shape with a square overflow hot tub at one end. Not to mention, Daddy also has a full, well-stocked bar outside.

I was excited for warm weather and I felt like I needed to fuck Blake. As of recently, I had been such a nasty slut. I wanted to make it right by him.

I knew exactly what I needed to do.

Previously, I had bought an emerald green bikini cover-up. It hung at my waist and had a deep slit down the slide, so you could see my hairless pussy. In addition, I had a long red wig and a push-up purple sea shell-shaped bra. Getting dressed, I added a sea shell necklace and six-inch high glittery gold Fendi sandals.

Daddy was supposed to be gone all day, so I texted Blake and told him to come over and meet me out by the pool.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

As long as I can remember, I’ve loved Betty Boop. Not only is she sexy, but she’s adorable. Bimbo is her lesser-known boyfriend. The funny thing about Blake was that he reminded me of Bimbo in some ways.

As of late, I have been loving fucking James. After all, he was Daddy’s choice for me. His cock was so big and yummy and I loved when he ravished all my holes.

Now, I’m having a bath in my clawfoot tub thinking about how I can make it up to Blake for being such a cum slut with James. Closing my eyes, all I’m thinking is Boop-Oop-a-Doop, Blake loves Betty Boop and big boobs.

After towelling off, I browse my clothing racks to find something suitable. Finally, I decided on a super short red cocktail dress. I feel good with a black garter belt on my right thigh and black 6-inch high black Louboutins. To add, I put on gold hoops and a gold bracelet.

I headed downstairs, and I lay on top of Daddy’s Steinway & Sons Fibonacci Piano.

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