Orgasm Torture Phone Sex With Sinful Serinda

Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394

Being a California girl, I’ve been to my fair share of parties, but this was my first masquerade ball. I figured if nobody can see my face I had to be completely obscured so nobody would recognize me. I tucked my hair up under a long blonde wig, purchased a mask that would conceal pretty much all of my face from my nose up. I wore a plain, yet cute black dress that covered the tattoo on my arm. Nobody would know who I was, I would know nobody there, and this night would never exist to me. I repeated this to myself as I walked in, the lights extremely dimmed, obscuring most everyone. I wandered around, taking in the assault on my senses – the faint smell of spent sex clung to the air as strangers hastily fucked in the back rooms. The music loud enough to barely dulling out the grunts and groans as party goers came and made their respective partners cum in creative and some sadistic means.

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The Case of the Curious Clitoris Phonesex-Chapter 1

Goddess Rhianna 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“You have to relax now,” Rhianna said, her voice soft, yet commanding. “I’m going to insert two fingers.” Instinctively I dripped some warming lubricant onto her perfectly manicured fingers. “Give yourself to me,” she said. “I will have you. I. Will. Have. You.”

I watched as her fingers slowly massaged the clit of her latest client Maddy Lang, who Rhi affectionately nicknamed “Madame Curious Clit,” before entering her tight wet cunt. “How does that feel,” she asked. Her question was met with a groan of ecstasy. Naked from the waist down, perfect tits on display and kneeling between Maddy’s creamy thighs, Rhi said, “I’m going to kiss it now.”

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Thirty Thursday Forced High Teen Phonesex

It’s common knowledge that sexy young co-eds like me have at some point falsified identification cards to gain entrance to clubs and bars. It happens all over America—do you know why that is? All of us ornery teens are thirsty; and, no, not just for mojitos or body shots. When we’ve had too much to drink, we develop a thirst for cock!

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Mistress Jasmine’s Slave Boy Phonesex- Part 2

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

The boy, my slave boy, is kneeling before me, naked, hungry so very eager to please. It is the collar I have put about his neck in part–but the rest, well it is me–he has wanted me for a long time and will do anything in order to have me. But I intend to play with him first, to edge him to the very brink and then bring him back until the ache of his desire, it hurts. Until he begs for his release. And I intend to make him hurt in other ways too. This is the price he must pay in order to be with me and I have no doubt that he will pay it.

I pull on the strap on and stand before him. I give to his collar a sharp tug and force him to take the strap on into his mouth. “You are my bitch,” I tell him and though some part of him wants to rebel against this assertion, his desire for me and the collar, that constriction about his neck, remind him that he must obey my every command. 

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Mistress Jasmine’s Slave Boy Phone Sex

MISTRESS JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Do you trust me?” I ask the boy with a wicked laugh. He is naked and beautiful as he kneels at my feet, trembling with combination of fear and desire as I put the collar around his neck. He is overcome by such conflicting emotions– the desire to please, love, arousal and terror. But he nods his head and says “yes” for he loves me with blind devotion. He would do anything for the chance to be possessed by me, to be my slave.

“So say it, ” I tell him. “Repeat for me the rules”. I dangle the key to the collar before his eyes and he raises eyes to meet the intensity of my gaze. “I will have a key to the collar but I am not allowed to use it,” he says. “And what if somebody asks you about it,” I say. “Then I will tell them the truth about it,” he answers with a meekness that is touching. “And what is the ‘truth’, darling?” I ask. “That I am yours,” he says, his voice catching in his throat. “I belong to you and need you and you alone. I am your slave.”

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Mistress Rhianna’s Worship Me Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 844-332-2639 x 253

Yes, I know. I AM a Goddess and you are literally on your knees worshipping me. And you long to wear my collar. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get that all the time, you pathetic loser. But are you really worthy? There hasn’t been nearly enough groveling and begging and following through on your commitment to serve and worship Mistress Rhianna. I’m not even sure about how deep your commitment to worshipping me is!

And make no fucking mistake, faggot, I am going to hold you accountable. When I say “jump” you are going to say “how high?” OR ELSE. Or else what, you ask? Or else, you will never wear my collar, you will never receive further notice from Mistress Rhianna. Because I don’t need you, you need me… because without me, your life has no purpose, no meaning. Admit it. You are just a whimpering, quivering would-be cocksucker and cum eater not even worthy of the spit you beg of me, let alone the privilege of being tortured and forced to suck cock in my fully equipped dungeon.

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Monica 1-844-332-2639 ext 229

Well now you’ve done it. You have gone and ticked sweet Monica off. Now all you’re gonna get is badass bratty Mon. Who is quite mean when I wanna be;)

So take those pants off right now mister. You know you’re gonna like this punishment anyways. Now go bend over the side of the bed.

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Forced To Become Woman You Are Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Enough, it is too much, I thought to myself. I was not going to allow you to continue living a lie. It is not fair to your wife for one thing. She deserves a REAL MAN, not a transgender posing as one. So it was time to act.

I kidnapped her and took her to secret place and then I summoned you and told you if you wanted her to leave alive, you would do exactly as I told you. It is for your own good, darling. You know this. I am always so very “supportive” of your need to become a woman. So I tied her to a chair and gagged her with pantyhose so she could not speak and said: “Repeat after me, Aaron and look her in the eye, yes LOOK HER IN THE EYE as you say these words ‘Serena, I want to live as a woman‘”.

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Willow’s Tickle Me Phone Sex

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WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230

I’ve been recently very intrigued by Tickling Fetishes. I am extremely ticklish, so ticklish in fact, that it’s hard for me to even get a pedicure. My feet are especially sensitive. I’ve read a lot about tickling and how it can be taken to extremes. Since I am an adventurer by nature, I was all for trying it out.

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Where to Dump the Cum in a Orgy PhoneSex

~ABC‘s, Always BCute! April (844-332-2639) ext 207

I had a call with a filthy little cumdumpster recently.

I tied my little play thing to table, under false pretenses. He didn’t know I had 9 inch and 11 inch dildos waiting for him. I fucked his mouth, then put a dry dildo up his ass. It was a fight to get it in. But when I did I shut his mouth with a butt plug, like a pacifier. I flogged him while I was inside him. 

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