I can’t stop thinking about…. PhoneSex

My roommate wants me to go see the new Stars Wars movie soon I told her, my Father and I use to watch the movies together. But now its different. I want to watch people.

She wants me to go with her on a double date. I can’t stop thinking about fucking her boyfriend, a silver fox type that takes her out a lot.

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Fuck Me The Way I Tell You! Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

I led him to the bed I shared with my husband. It gives me particular thrill to fuck young men in the bed where I fuck also my husband. Am I evil? Perhaps so. All I know is I enjoy the thrill of knowing I might get caught andI thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet  the light smell of my husband’s musk on the sheets I purposely tell the maid not to change on days when I am “entertaining”, the smell of my husband mingling with smell of my newest young hot fuck.

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Cuntry Boy Phone Sex

 

He was a farmer, which I found so hot. Met him at the farmer’s market. I found his number in my box of strawberries–smooth move. With his beard and overalls, he reminded me of a hot Amish hipster. I called him, and he invited me for lunch at his farm. I hoped lunch also meant dessert, in the form of his cock.

As he led me around the property, showing me the paddock, the adorable goats, and the expansive land, I was barely listening. I was mesmerized by his tan, muscular arms and the way his jeans hugged his great ass. As promised, we had lunch, and he fed me strawberries after. The sweet juices ran down my chin, and he wiped them away, and we laughed. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and said he bet I tasted as sweet as the berries. I said he needed to find out, and leaned over and kissed him. He grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, and then licked my lips. Sweet, just like I thought, he said. I giggled and said my other juices are just as sweet. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the barn.

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Blue For Winter Phone Sex

 Aurora x 1-844-332-2639 EXT. 256

Baby it’s cold outside. I just want to stay in my bountiful comforter and lay in a trance watching the fire. It is Christmas time and I know there are plenty of dirty perverts craving a young starved sex kitten. You have had blue balls for a while. *giggles* I know you want to drain them inside something hot.

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Birthday Surprise from Mom Phonesex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 Ext. 262

What a spoiled little brat you are! I did not get you the Rolex you wanted for your birthday so you sulk. You already have 3 of them and time ticks by no matter if it is on Rolex or not.. All these people, family and friends, gathered here for you to celebrate you and you don’t even look up from that goddamn phone. You do not even look up from phone when you you hear the sound of my high heeled shoe hitting the floor. Yes, below the table, hidden away from the watchful eyes of party guests, I let my high heel slip from my thigh high silk stocking clad leg.

Do you feel that? Yes, I think you did. That is my foot, my shapely, delicate foot sliding, like serpent, ever so slowly up leg of your trousers, sending sensations throughout your entire body. Oh, what’s this, has your young cock grown hard for me, grown hard for your own mother?

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Deeper My Love, Deeper Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 262

Come with me, my love, yes come with me now, come deep beyond this mundane world to the other side, beyond the veil. Surrender yourself to the power of my Erotic Hypnosis and come with me deep into a whole new universe of infinite possibilities where there exists only you and me and whatever we desire becomes reality, a world where anything and everything is possible.Do you remember the most powerful, mind blowing orgasm you have ever felt? Yes, remember it now….

But understand that this will be different than anything you have ever felt, better, deeper , more intense than anything you have ever known. Are you are ready to come with me now, my love? Yes, come with me. Take my hand and let us go…. Deeper and Deeper….

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Cum Stuffed Holiday Phone Sex Part 1

Aurora 1-844-332-2639 EXT. 256

The desire of having an orgy has been on my mind a lot lately. I sit and drink my hot cocoa. How would I make this happen? I say to myself. I decide to get myself dressed in something sexy yet slutty and head out to the club downtown, it is perfect to find a casual encounter. There is a hotel right next to it called The Pink Valley. I am sitting at the bar, sipping my drink. Three gorgeous men walk up to the stools next to mine and have a seat. WOW I thought to myself this is a coincidence to say the least.

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Willow’s Luck of the Draw PhoneSex

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

My sorority had a Casino Night Fundraiser recently. We had a full casino set up and it was so much fun. I dressed very provocatively in a silver jersey evening gown with a plunging back and a slit up the left leg. I also wore silver high-heeled sandals and my toes were painted silver. I felt like a goddess as I stepped into the room.

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The Size Right Bra Phone Sex

 

Apparently, most women are wearing the wrong size bra, so I booked an appointment at an old-school lingerie shop where little old ladies with tape measures would properly measure your tit size (then sell you bras, natch).

Or, little old men, it turned out. His name was Howard, a tiny, gray-haired man who had to stand on a step stool to reach my breasts. He wielded the tape measure like a total pro, and had  me raise my arms so he could measure my cup size. The fact that Howard was a man didn’t bother me one jot. We were alone in one of the small dressing rooms, my tits at Howard’s eye level.

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