The Essence of Fetish Phonesex

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His name was Jean-Paul Kurtz. Half French, half German and all the way hottie. Rich as hell too, you could just tell. He oozed money, power and most of all decadence all wrapped up in a bow consisting of a designer suit, untucked shirt and a three-day beard shadow that would have looked Eurotrash cliche on anyone else. His woman, whose name was Mila was a sultry brunette with smokey grey eyes who clung to Jean-Paul for dear life as we sat sipping drinks and soaking in the atmosphere of Sweet Agony, a members only fetish club located somewhere in the Valley.
Monsieur Kurtz had first become aware of Rhianna when a friend of his bragged that during his session with Rhianna he had achieved levels of pleasure that he “never thought possible.” Or so he wrote in several emails begging Rhianna to take him on as a client. Now after several months of correspondence it was finally happening.

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Jasmine’s Just Fuck Me Phone Sex

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Fuck me,” I said. “Just fuck me.” He smiled, the head of his cock just touching my swollen pussy lips. “I am fucking you, aren’t I?” he replied. Goddamn him. He was going to make me spell it out. I am not used to being the one who is not in control and I could not decide whether I loved it or hated it. Little bit of both perhaps. “Not like that,” I said, as if he did not know exactly what I wanted! I swung my hips upward, I grabbed his ass and pulled him close. “I want you to really fuck me and fuck me hard. Just fuck me, damn you!”

“Oh just fuck you? Really fuck you?” He smiled at me again wickedly but then he began. He slammed his cock deep inside me and then withdrew completely and then slammed me again with such force that my whole body was rocked by his thrusts.

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The Mangina Monologues Phone Sex

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Emma, the no good bitch had phoned me earlier that day, knowing full well that I’m in no way shape or form a morning person. “What the fuck,” I said into my Iphone, barely awake. “You know what time it is?” She then started blathering on and on, claiming she was going through some sort of sissy slut crisis and only I could help. Well naturally. I did after all create Emma, so to speak, transforming a disgusting, boring nine to fiver named Roger, afraid to even wear a pair of nylons into  a cum-guzzlingcocksucking sissy slut, who could work over a dick with the best of ’em, no matter the size, shape or color all while rocking a pair of sky high heels and amazingly gorgeous  bra and panty sets.

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Mistress Rhianna’s Little Foot Slave Phone Sex

 

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How far are you willing to go to earn your position as my little foot slave? What are you willing to give up so you can take the coveted position… kneeling on the floor, worshipping my gorgeous, perfectly shaped and pedicured feet? Will you turn your back on your wife, your family and all the responsibilities and drudgery that entails and truly embrace your uncontrollable fetish for women’s feet, more specifically MY feet?

Whether encased in tight silky nylon or bare, my feet are in a class all to themselves … delicate, feminine and always well polished.I can see it unfold in my minds eye, me your beautiful goddess reclining on a chaise lounge, sipping from a flute of the finest Champagne, and my feet, luscious and bare, enticing you forward, making resistance futile.

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Do You Remember Last Friday? Phone Sex

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Do you remember last Friday? I do….

I remember everything. I remember the way your eyes, hungry with lust devoured me as I sat there, legs crossed in my tight little dress that clung to every inch of my perfect body. It was ever so sweet…albeit pretty fucking stupid of you to trust me that night when we sat together drinking while the moon was high and full in the sky. You marveled that I matched you shot for shot as you rambled on and on about yourself like the pathetic loser you are, all about your fiance and the sick,disgusting secrets you are keeping from her

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Rhianna Obsessed Phonesex

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Look at you sitting there, going through the standard holiday motions; dull family dinners, banal conversations with people you can barely tolerate, that phony smile you plaster your face with year after year as you watch your little dependents open all the expensive gifts your cow of a wife insisted on buying ….

And what about you, what do you have to show for it?

Nothing.

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Pray For More Phonesex

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You are in the classroom. Though you are surrounded by your chattering classmates, you feel alone and the silence is deafening. Torturous. Your mind is wandering in different directions. Am I gonna get suspended? Will my parents be called? What will my friends think? Yes, what will they think, your parents, your friends…especially your friends! You’ll be a pariah, cast out from your precious cliques, your social status ripped to shreds. Your formative years spent dateless and alone. The title of pervert forever hanging around your neck. The scarlet P!

I hold the strings, and I alone. You wither or flourish at my command. My word is gospel at this school. And as you know, I am a sadist.

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Birthday Surprise from Mom Phonesex

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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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Phonesex in Space!

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I’ve always had a dream that one day I’d be able to go into space. The idea of flying while watching the earth and space from so far away. Just the thoughts make me shiver. I think though that my biggest motivation and the thing I want to try most is fuck. I mean, who wouldn’t want to fuck in space?

I know it would be a challenge. Zero gravity makes stable movement hard, especially when trying to work together… But, if you have a hard cock for my wet pussy I’m sure we could make it work. Especially for our space fantasy.

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Phonesex at the Drive In

It makes me sad that so many of the drive in are closing.

There is nothing sexier than going on a date and fucking in the car rather than watching a movie.

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