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Guided masterbation slides off my hot red dress

Guided masterbationYou asked for Guided masterbation, so I slip off my hot red dress to get more comfortable. My nipples harden from the cold air. I pinch them and order you to stroke.

Get it hard, I love watching you spit on it and squeeze it. Slap it in your hand and tell me how bad you want me. I squeeze my tits, lick my nipples.

I’m such a mean tease!

You really want me that bad, you are going to jerk it faster for me. Now your erection looks like it could break a brick, just the way I want it. Don’t stop stroking it, but slow it down. Don’t you want to cum too fast.

I get closer to you. You can feel my hot breath on your head. I love watching you leak precum. You want to suck it so bad, don’t you? If you beg nicely, I’ll kiss it.

Jack off for me, while I kiss it. I don’t want you to stop jerking even with my lips around your mushroom head. You taste so salty, it’s hard to maintain my restraint. I have to swallow it all.

You’ve been a good boy, stroking your dick just like I asked. It’s time to choke me out with your cock.

Fuck my mouth, I’ll slobber all over you.

You won’t be able to hold off. So, I want you to paint my throat with your nut juice. I won’t stop sucking either because I want to get you rock hard again.

A girl has needs, ya know. And I need you to slam your cock deep inside me and work that pussy! I want your balls deep in me because I know you got a lot of jizz inside them. And my hot pussy is going to get it all!

My Phone Sex Site Lets Us Explore Your Fetish for Pantyhose or Panties Too

phone sex siteMy phone sex site lets us explore all sorts of fetishes and kinks. From taboo family fun to pantyhose fetishes, I’m down to explore anything with you. And last night I talked to a pantyhose man. I don’t get too many of them anymore. But my mom raised me to never show my bare legs. The exception to the rule: shorts and bathing suits. But skirts and dresses required pantyhose. And just because I ran away from home and ended up hooking on the streets of LA does not mean I forgot that.

I still wear pantyhose to this day. Although I live in California and you see tons of bare legged women in dresses and skirts, I often choose to wear pantyhose. One, I love the feeling on my legs. They’re silky and shiny and they make my legs look better. And two, I love wearing pantyhose because every time I do I pick up a pantyhose fetish guy. Some guys have feet fetishes. Some guys enjoy a shoe fetish. And some enjoy fetishes around hosiery like my caller did last night.

We explored our sensual fantasies around pantyhose. I told him my mom believed it was improper for a woman to show her bare legs if she wore a skirt or a dress. He grew up with a mother like mine. She had a huge pantyhose drawer, and he would play in them.

A Lot of Men Inherit a Pantyhose Fetish from Mommy

A lot of boys do this. And like most boys, he would wrap hose around his dick and jack off. I’m certain that all my sons did the same thing with both my panties and my pantyhose. Women get to wear the best things under our clothes. Men only get boxer briefs, tidy whiteys or boxers. Not a lot of variety.

A mature woman in pantyhose becomes irresistible. I think part of the appeal of this fetish includes the naughty urges boys hold for their mothers. And although this guy never fucked his mother, he wanted to fuck her. Pantyhose reminds men of their mothers.  He wore her pantyhose to feel like her pussy was against his cock. And that grew into a fetish for the feel of pantyhose. So, I encouraged him to put on a pair and wear them for me.

I slipped on a pair of pantyhose while we talked and masturbated myself while wearing them. And then I suggested he buy a pair of my own pantyhose that would smell fresh like my mature pussy. Pantyhose contains a cotton lining in them. And most of us do not wear underwear when we wear pantyhose because of that. So, a pair of pantyhose often rubs right against our pussies, retaining our scent.

We can talk about your pantyhose fetish too. But I will encourage you to explore it further. And I might even pretend to be your fantasy mom in pantyhose who wants to fuck you. How does that sound to you? You can admit your love for pantyhose and panties with me.

Sissy phone sex turns you into the sloppy whore


Sissy phone sex Sissy phone sex gets your fuck hole really sloppy. But you love it. You want it as sloppy as possible. You want to be destroyed by dick.

When I say destroyed, I mean you will even go as far as taking diseased cock. Yeah, I know what you are, a filthy, dumb bitch whore who needs to be put in her place.

A bimbo bitch chasing dirty dick is gonna get it real dirty!

And what a whore you are! Dirty Joe called you up and told you to get to his place. You didn’t waste a second, did you?

So you and Mommy got there, and he had a bunch of his friends there. They all had a wild look in their eye. Like “Bitch you are about to get it.”

They gave it to you rough, didn’t they?

I like that I can be there for encouragement. I know you have been wanting this for a while, and now that you are here, you’re so overwhelmed.

It’s like you are finally here. Everything you’ve been dreaming about. Here are all these really dirty fuckers, and they are looking at you like meat they are going to shred apart.

You stupid bitch, you know some of these guys are probably infected with all sorts of STDs. But you can’t go back now. Can’t you let Fantasy mom, Karen, down?

Dirty Joe and his buddies aren’t going to take turns with you. It’s just going to be a pack of rabid cujos pile driving your buttyhole bitch!

 

 

 

 

Family Phone Sex with Kiya Wanting To Fuck Her Boy Cousin

Family Phone SexThe house is finally quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavy and electric all at once. My parents are gone for the weekend, leaving me alone with my favorite “guest.” We’ve been sitting on this velvet sofa for two hours, pretending to focus on the movie, but I can feel the heat radiating off him from across the cushions. 

Family Phone Sex used to be the only way I could explore these forbidden thoughts, whispering into the receiver while imagining his deep voice on the other end. But tonight, there’s no need for a phone. He’s sitting right here, filling up the room with that raw, masculine energy I’ve been craving since we were teenagers.

He’s always been the one I watched from a distance… tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly strong. As he reaches for the remote, his bicep flexes against his shirt, and I find myself biting my lower lip. He’s more than just handsome; he’s got that magnetic pull that makes my skin tingle just by being near him.

 I’ve known he had a crush on me for years, but tonight, the way he’s looking at me feels different. I’m not shy anymore. I’m hungry. He finally shifts closer, his leg brushing against mine, and the friction sends a jolt straight to my core. “Kiya,” he whispers, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that makes my breath hitch. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be this close to you.”

I turn to him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw before sliding down to his chest. He’s so solid, so powerful. When he stands up to pull me toward him, I’m struck again by just how massive he is. He towers over me, a beautiful specimen of a man, and I can already see the heavy outline of his BBC straining against his jeans. 

It’s a sight that makes my knees weak. I’ve spent so many nights wondering if he was as gifted as I imagined, and now, the truth is staring me right in the face. He doesn’t wait for a formal invitation. He wraps those strong arms around my waist and lifts me like I weigh nothing, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck. 

I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him as close as possible, wanting to feel every inch of that strength. This movie night just took a very dark, very delicious turn. My parents are miles away, the doors are locked, and I finally have my tall, handsome cousin exactly where I want him.

Fantasy Mom Kiya Getting Pregnant By Her Rich Sugar Daddy

Fantasy MomThe silk sheets of my penthouse apartment feel a little cooler today, but the diamond tennis bracelet catching the morning light on my wrist reminds me exactly who I am. I’ve always been your favorite Fantasy Mom, the kind of college girl who knows how to balance a heavy course load with an even heavier bank account. 

Being a mistress to a man with an empire has its perks… the designer bags, the tuition checks, and the private jet trips… but lately, something has shifted in the air between us. My sugar daddy thinks he’s in control because he pays the bills, but he has no idea that our little “arrangement” just got a permanent upgrade.

I remember the night it happened; we were celebrating a massive merger, and the champagne was flowing as freely as his promises. I leaned back in the leather seat of his Maybach, wearing that sheer vintage slip he loves, whispering in his ear about how much I cost to keep. He loves the power dynamic… the wealthy older man and his spoiled, brilliant college girl. 

But as I look down at the two pink lines on the counter of my marble bathroom, I realize the power has officially shifted into my perfectly manicured hands. I’m carrying his legacy, and I know exactly how to play this. “Honey,” I purred into the phone earlier today, my voice dropping into that low, tempting honey thick tone that makes him forget his board meetings. 

“I have a little surprise for you that isn’t on my Amazon wishlist.” I can already picture his face… the mixture of shock, panic, and that deep seated pride that men of his status feel when they realize they’ve left a mark. He wanted a mistress to keep him young, but now he’s got a gorgeous college girl carrying the one thing money can’t usually buy.

I’m not worried about the “accident.” In fact, I’m already dreaming of the nursery in the Hamptons and the increase in my monthly allowance. Being a sugar baby is an art form, but being the mother of a billionaire’s child? 

That’s a masterpiece. I’m going to make him crave every second of this pregnancy, teasing him with how my curves are changing while I remind him that his little college girl is now the most expensive investment he’s ever made. He wanted the fantasy, and now he’s living the reality of being tied to me forever. This isn’t just a scandal; it’s a promotion.

XXX sites queen, gets her girls for a reverse gangbang

XXX sitesXXX sites, you think, are the reasons why you are in trouble. Blindfolded, naked, and utterly disoriented. You feel the chill of the cold floor beneath your bare soles.

Naked and blindfold, you fear the worst.

Just as your heart is racing, you hear a distinct clicking of high heels. The rhythm of the clicks tells you that there’s a group of women coming towards you.

Now you know that damn bitch put you in this position! Then you heard her whisper a playful taunt in your ear.

“Having fun yet?”
Suddenly, strong hands grasped you from all sides, and you were roughly lowered to the ground. Still blindfolded and powerless as they make you their plaything.

These females smell so sweet, and their hands roaming your body got your cock so hard.

Then, a searing warmth enveloped him as a skilled mouth took him deep. Your cock surged to rigid life, and your captors became wild.

It’s like a feeding frenzy

They all took turns sucking and stroking your dick, and in the distance, you hear a familiar chuckle.

The blindfold comes off, and you are face-to-face with her. She and her friends are naked, in heels, with a crazy look in their eyes. She smiles and grabs your cock,  “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love, I thought I should give you a special treat!”

She gets down on her knees, stroking you and licking your cock head. “See, baby, I think today is the perfect time for a reverse gangbang. My Sensual fantasies of it have been so intense, I had to try it out.”

She starts deepthroating you, and all the other girls massage you, warm hands on your balls and soft hands on your ass. “You are so hard, baby! It’s time, girls!”

On your back, you have a cunt on your face and on your dick. You don’t know who you are licking or fucking at this point. It’s a blur of horny debauchery.

And then you feel her. You know that pussy, and she is grinding on your thing. She is being a total show-off, and it ignited a fire within you. You became supercharged and made her and the rest of those slutty cunts your bitch. You gave them the dicking beating they deserved after all that shit they pulled.

You saved the best for last!

That show-off got what was coming to her, with your cock in her ass. You were hard enough to break a rock, so that meat stick destroyed her tight asshole. But she loved it, didn’t she?

Phone Sex Sites Kiya Is Your Filthy University Secret Slut

Phone Sex SitesI know you’re sitting there in your leather office chair, staring at the clock and counting down the seconds until you can finally be alone with me. You’ve been browsing Phone Sex Sites all day just to catch a glimpse of my face, but they don’t give you the rush that I do when I’m standing right in front of you. 

I’m your favorite little university secret, the one who spends your tuition money on lace that’s far too expensive for a girl my age. I’ve already locked the door to the apartment you pay for, and I’m standing here in the dim light, waiting for you to realize that I’m the only thing that matters after a long day of pretending to be professional.

I’m wearing that black, sexy lingerie set you bought me last week… the one that barely covers my nipples and digs into my hips just enough to leave a mark. I lean back against the desk, arching my back so you can see exactly how much I’ve been thinking about you. I start to tease your cock through your expensive slacks, my fingers tracing the outline of your desire with a practiced, slow rhythm. 

I love the way your breath hitches when I look up at you through my lashes, reminding you that while you might be the boss in the boardroom, in this room, you belong to me. I’m your filthy little university slut, and I know exactly how to make your heart race.

Slowly, I reach behind my back and unhook the lace, letting it fall to the floor with a soft hiss. My skin feels electric as I peel away the last of the silk, standing before you completely naked, my body flushed with the heat of our anticipation. I want you to see every curve, every place I want you to touch. I’m not just some girl you met; I’m the mistress who knows all your darkest cravings.

I move closer, my bare breasts brushing against your chest, and I can feel the tension in your body ready to snap. I want you to take me right here on top of my textbooks, letting the world outside vanish while you claim what you’ve paid for.  I’m ready to be used, ready to feel you filling me up until I can’t breathe.

You’ve provided everything I need, and now it’s time for me to give you the only thing you truly want… Your Balls Being Drained FILTHY! Don’t make me wait any longer… I’m wet, I’m yours, and I’m ready to show you why I’m the best investment you’ve ever made.

Taboo Phone Sex Makes My Pussy Purr

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex makes my mature pussy wet. I love talking to dirty perverted men. Especially, dirty, perverted men who like young pussy or even young cock and ass. This mommy never judges. And I enjoy talking to men with similar parallel lives.

Last night I talked to a man with a mother much like me. His mother became pregnant with him as a teen runaway and hooked on the streets. That’s how I became pregnant with my oldest son. He’s the only one of my six offspring whose daddy remains unknown. But when I got married, my husband adopted him. And then I gave birth t0 five more.

My caller last night grew up with a mother who not only hooked on the streets, but also did porn and stripped to provide for her son. Now I married a wealthy man. A man I knew enjoyed young girls because I met him as a Lolita hooker. My caller’s mother never lucked out and bagged herself a rich sugar daddy. But she turned out to be a wild woman. Now her story happened 30 years before mine. So, in the 70s, she could swing with other kinky individuals. And she sometimes pimped her son out for money.

Lets Share Dirty Fantasies and Experiences

He understood that he could talk about his upbringing with a woman who works on XXX sites. No shocking us because we are not choir girls. Most of us worked in the adult industry before landing on phone sex. So, I love swapping stories. This caller was older than me, but our lives seem parallel. We fantasized about me being his mother in the 70s and getting him fucked for the first time with one of my stripper friends. This paralleled how he lost his virginity in real life.

His mom essentially pimped him out to her sexy mommy friends. But he loved it. Now I pimp out my sons and my daughters to friends of my husband. People pay good money for tender age pussy and ass. And I love hearing about other people’s experiences. It turns me on to know that I’m not the only dirty mommy around.

Phone sex sites exist for many reasons. We can fantasize about taboo things you’d never do in real life. We can provide companionship during lonely and difficult times. And perhaps we can even share real experiences together. So, whether you can share real dirty experiences or not doesn’t matter. We can still fantasize right.

Nasty phone sex with a little size queen

Nasty phone sex is where all the fun is at. This one started out fun right from the beginning he had me bent over shoving my vibrator up my tight little ass hole. Instantly this tiny bald pussy was dripping, completely saturating my inner thighs. Once he learned that my fuck box was flooded with my sweet juices is when the real fun began. My tight little hole just aching to be filled I was instructed to get the smallest dildo from my collection. I thought that was boring but quickly learned the method to his madness. Gliding my slender glass dildo in and out of my pussy all the while my ass is stuffed with my vibrator. He can hear my pussy sloshing with all my delicious sauce that is when I was told to insert the next size up from my collection and that I could not take the first one out. I reached for my silicone cock about 7 inches with regular girth. This tight little cunt slowly stretched apart as I inserted the very tip, pressed up against my glass dildo this tiny pussy began to open up. Flooding with my delightful nectar my pussy invited that second cock in. My fuck hole is now a gaping sloppy valley. Double stuffed while fucking my pussy relentlessly and a vibrator up my ass. I could hear him stroking his meat and that made me drip even more. He told me what a good job I was doing but he said I could handle more. Trying to keep two cocks in my cunt and a vibrator in my ass I reach for the next closest toy in my collection, much to my pleasure it’s another vibrator. Not quite sure at this point I can take much more before I explode all over my toys, I do as I am told and force it in on high speed! My pussy stuffed with 3 artificial cocks I wrap my hand around all 3 and fuck myself harder than I ever imagined, blowing my fuck hole apart as I quiver and cum with the hardest orgasm in my life so far. As we ended our session he told me I am going to be a good little size queen. Can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next time!Nasty phone sex

Sadistic Phone Sex Kiya Enjoys Making Her Weak Callers Ache

Sadistic Phone Sex

I’m lounging back in my silk robe, feeling a bit restless and looking for a way to burn off this dark, delicious energy. This Sadistic Phone Sex call is the only thing that’s going to satisfy me tonight, especially when I hear your voice trembling as soon as I pick up. I’m in a wicked mood, the kind where I want to play with you like a cat plays with a mouse, watching you squirm for my amusement. 

You tell me how much you’ve missed my voice, but I just laugh, a low, smoky sound that I know sends a shiver straight down your spine. You’re already begging for my attention, acting so desperate and weak, and it honestly makes my blood hum with a cruel sort of heat. I love knowing that just a few of my sharpest words can make your heart race faster than any touch ever could.

I start slowly, whispering all the ways I’m going to make you suffer for being such a pathetic, needy boy today. I call you my favorite little loser, mocking the way you can’t even handle a few minutes of my focused attention without falling apart. I can hear you gasping on the other end, loving every insult, getting high off the way I’m demeaning your lack of willpower. 

I describe exactly what I’m wearing… the way the silk slides over my skin… and then I cruelly remind you that you’re not allowed to even imagine touching me. I want you to ache, to feel that heavy, pulsing tension building up inside you while I tell you to keep your hands far away from where they want to be. I’m being mean, sure, but I’m doing it with a smirk because I know this is exactly what gets you off.

Every time you try to speak, I shut you down, demanding that you listen to the sound of my breathing instead. I’m painting a picture of my absolute control over you, making you realize that your pleasure is entirely in my hands, and I feel like being stingy tonight. The more I tease you and call you names, the more I can tell you’re becoming addicted to the sting of my voice. 

I’m your queen, and you’re just the weak little caller who lives for my rejection. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be vibrating with a need so intense it’s almost painful, but you’ll be thanking me for the cruelty. You’re trapped in my web now, and we both know you’ll be crawling back the second I feel like being A Bitch again.