Category: Nasty phone sex

Mean Phone Sex Kiya Degrades You With Her Dirty Hungry Mouth

Mean Phone SexYou text that you’re outside the hotel, and I answer annoyed, dripping impatience. This is Mean Phone Sex, I remind you coldly, the only reason I agreed to meet after you vanished, because punishment feels better when you’re already desperate.

I tell you to stay in your car while I check in, voice sharp enough to cut. I let you hear my heels snap across the lobby, slow and deliberate, each step a reminder that you wasted my time and now you’ll pay for every second you owe me, and I’m already annoyed, already wet with attitude and zero patience.

I lock the hotel room door and lean against it, finally alone, finally in control. I describe the bed waiting untouched, then tell you it stays that way until you behave. Your apology bores me. I want hunger, obedience, your voice breaking while mine stays calm and cruel. I want you squirming downstairs, hard, needy, thinking about what my mouth does when I’m mad and aching without permission, stupidly obsessed.

I pace the room slowly, telling you exactly where I’m standing, what I’m wearing, how bored I look. I talk about my mouth, dirty and impatient, how it punishes when ignored. I let my voice go wet, then yank it back, laughing when you groan. I know you’re touching yourself already, pathetic, shaking, waiting for permission I won’t give yet because I like control, money, and your complete surrender tonight.

I remind you that neglect costs money, and you always pay best when you feel small. I tell you to picture me on the bed, legs spread, still dressed, deciding your fate. I degrade you carefully, aggressively, until your breathing stutters and you beg. I want you humiliated, hard, imagining my mouth using you, not caring how desperate you sound while I count your money, your silence, your obedience upstairs.

I sit on the edge of the bed and tell you to come upstairs, but not yet. Waiting hurts you more than denial. I describe what happens when you knock, how my hands grab, how my mouth takes, mean and starving, because you earned punishment. I promise nothing gentle, only teeth, saliva, control, and my anger focused completely on you when you finally stand in front of me, shaking, owned.

I hang up and leave you sweating in the car, wallet ready, ego wrecked. When you come up, you won’t ask questions. You’ll hand over the money and your control. This hotel room isn’t for comfort; it’s for correction. By the time I’m done, you’ll know exactly who you belong to tonight. I smile, satisfied, already planning how to use your body, your need, your devotion, without mercy until you leave emptied, addicted, poorer, grateful, silent, obedient, aching, smiling, mine.

Ageplay Phone Sex with Lia is barely legal!

Ageplay Phone Sex

 

I’m a professional Ageplay Phone Sex whore, so let me be your little one, and you can do whatever you want to me. 

Let me be your nasty little slut who can’t say no to your thick, girthy cock.

Pound my cute little asshole until I’m screaming out your name.

Tell me how much I deserve this punishment for being a nasty little bad girl. I

know you want to shut me up really bad, so why don’t you face fuck me until all your cum and my spit is dripping down my chin?

Don’t stop until I’m gagging on your thick member and begging you to stop.

But I guess that’s just what I get for being Daddy’s bad girl. 

 

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Sensual Fantasies sent me to Sex Pot Therapy

Sensual FantasiesSensual Fantasies that I have got me sent to sex therapy. My Mother Thought it would be a good idea. She says I shouldn’t always want to play with my cookie. I can’t help it though My Pussy stays so wet my fingers wander down in my little panties and I just have to have a taste.

My mother is just jealous because her cunt could put the Sahara Desert to shame. She is always catching me finger diddling this tiny little cunt, watching the most perverted porn, or teasing my twin brother with my tight naked body. She sent me to therapy. But what Mother Didn’t count on was…

..me having a crush on my therapist.

Mr. Austin is a sexy older man, Late 30’s.  I do everything I can to flirt with him, and because we talk so much about sex, I try my best to make him hard. Mr. Austin gave me my diagnosis yesterday. It read as follows-  Julie ——–, ,age 19, Diagnosed with Hypersexuality, CSBD (compulsive sexual behavior disorder) and  Nymphomania. Julie shows signs of Problematic Sexual Behavior and Compulsive sexuality.

Which means I’m a Teen Slut That Loves to fuck and Cum….. in a nutshell

After Mr. Austin told me that, I turned on the tears. He tried to console me and tell me that it was okay, and I wasn’t the only one. He hugged me and I wrapped around him. Hugging me tighter and offering words of wholesome encouragement, and reassurance. I began nuzzling his neck, and kissing him softly. My hand slid down to the front of his khaki dress pants and I massaged and rubbed his growing cock.

“Julie, I don’t think you should be doing that”

Mr. Austin didn’t stop me though. I rubbed his cock, made it grow and Harden. I pressed my hand into his crotch, and my other hand played with my clit while I kissed his neck. His manly musk and cologne made me like a feral kitty. Wild and wanting. My kissed became more passionate, and I grabbed Mr. Austins cock, stroking it enough to change his breath and make him move his hips.

“Julie… Stop, you have to stop…this ahhh, um Julie. Uh, ahhh, Julieeeee”

I felt his muscles get tight, ,and then he has a strained grunt as his butt cheeks tighten, and he holds back his thrust. My twat got all warm and tingly. I needed to cum so bad. Mr. Austin chimes in. “Your mother brought you here just in time, we have a lot to unpack with your diagnosis. There is much work to be done…”

I Looked down at the wet spot by his zipper, Listened to his ragged breath as he talked. Smiling I thought to myself, “Mom you were right, I want to get better & I think therapy is just what I need”

 

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I need to hear your Nastiest, Dirty Phone Talk tonight!

Dirty Phone Talk

 

I want to hear your dirty phone talk. Actually, the nastier and dirtier the better for me.

I get so turned on when I get to hear all about your depraved fantasies and kinks, and nothing gets my pussy wetter than a man telling me all the fucked up shit he would do to me and all my friends. 

Maybe you would keep us as sex slaves? Or make us suck your cock day or night, whenever you want. Make us just your little fuck holes you get to control. Absolutely dominate us, Daddy, and do whatever your cock wants to do to us.  

You could even breed us and make us good little housewives for you.  Whatever your cock wants!

Tell me, Baby, what is something you’ve always wanted to do, and let me bring your dreams to life for you.

 

 

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My Guided masterbation instructions leads you into trouble

Guided masterbation always gets way out of control when I got my Countryboy on the line. Here I was talking dirty while he was on the line, stroking his dick. It’s so hot when I tell him to squeeze his meat for me, but I like to take it up a notch. Guided masterbation
So, being a dirty girl I knew he was at the bar he owns.

I really had to check out this place, so I dressed in my sluttiest outfit. Little white crop top that shows off my nipples and jean shorts that are more like a thong.

He is in for a very filthy surprise!

Now, mind you, I am still on the phone with him while I walk into the bar. I paraded into that place, knowing full well every pair of eyes would be glued to my sexed up body.

I had him on the phone, stroking his cock in the back room, while everyone in that bar was drooling over me.
I sit at the bar and whisper,” Stroke that thick country cock for me, I want it to explode.”I moaned into the phone.

“I wanna hear you grunt when you get close to cumming.” Then those breathy sounds of Countryboy’s pleasure echoed through the phone as I ordered a Whiskey sour. I also had to really show off so of course I turn to his  patrons to give them a unobstructed view of my heaving tits.

“Countryboy, baby, you cumming’ yet?” I taunted as his ragged breathing grew more intense over the line. “No, no, don’t you dare! I need to see that gorgeous face of yours right now,” I commanded, swiftly ending the call. He definitely heard me from the back room.

He walks out, making a beeline straight for me. “You dirty little bitch, you think you can do whatever you want, huh?” And of course, I nod yes with the most devious smile. That’s when he takes me right then and there.

He really gave his patrons a show by taking my tight ass first. He slammed it deep and hard and exploded a massive load of cum in me. It was fun to watch all of these dudes stroke their cocks to him, giving me a cock beating of a lifetime. This Nasty phone sex session turned wild when he let his customers face fuck me while he was inside my sloppy pussy.

Nasty phone sex with Tasha the tease

nasty phone sex

I’m a nasty phone sex slut with a sexy body and a wet, hot pussy! I have tons of kinky stories that’ll make your dick twitch, ache and throb!

Wanna hear about me being a tiny slut and getting mouth fucked by my older brother? Lots of men like stroking their dicks to my stories like that.

 It always makes my pussy wet when I talk about fucking or sucking him. He’s been hooked on my whore mouth, tight cunnie and perky titties for years.

What started as curious young siblings fooling around turned into me being used like a living fuck doll.

I sucked my brother off for the he first time when I was really young but I still remember how horny it made me.

I did my best to suck his dick like in the porn videos he had shown me.

He threw his head back and thrusted his dick down my throat while moaning and panting.

My pussy was all hot, wet and tingly but I didn’t understand why.

The more I sucked and stroked, the louder he moaned.

 Seeing him all sweaty and out of breath made my panties all wet.  I don’t know if it was instinct or if he instructed me but I started rubbing my pussy.

 At one point he put his hand on my head and shoved me all the way down. His cock was pulsing and jumping around in my throat.

I could feel my mouth being filled with salty goo.

 I didn’t understand what the hot, creamy stuff was that was pumping out of his cock but I loved the way it tasted!

Every day after that, I would follow him around and beg to suck his dick so that I could get another taste of it.

My brother turned me into a cum crazed slut and didn’t even mean to.

He was just trying to bust a nut but he accidentally got me hooked on his jizz in the process.

Dirty Phone Sex is The Best New Year Resolution Ever

Dirty Phone Sex is what this nasty little coed has in store for you.

In my most dominant ways, I wish you a filthy New Year full of dirty Girl Gemini. With a tight, coed body built for sin, and a mouth that never shuts up about cock.
While everyone else resolves to hit the gym or eat clean, I’m here whispering the dirtiest resolution straight into your ear: call me every night and let me ruin you with filthy phone sex until you’re addicted.

Dirty Phone Sex is What Allows You To Get Freaky

Fireworks pop outside, but the real explosion happens when I answer in my breathy, bratty voice. Truth is I resolve to be your personal cum dumpster, daddy. But first, tell me how hard your cock is now.

First, I’m describing how I’m sprawled on my bed in nothing but thigh-high socks, legs spread wide, fingers plunging deep into my shaved, dripping pussy.
Next the wet squelching sounds fill your ear as I fuck myself harder, moaning your name.

“I’m such a nasty little slut for you,” gasping.

Now I want you to stroke that thick dick while I tell you how I’d crawl across your desk and gobble down that dick—gagging, drooling, mascara running down my face while students walk by
Want me to get nastier?

Dirty Phone Sex

Now I beg you to imagine bending me over my desk, spanking my perky ass red. Then slamming balls-deep into my tight cunt until I squirt all over your shaft.

Next, I describe the creamy mess , then flip over and demand you paint my pretty college-girl face with rope after thick rope of hot cum.

Then I whimper “Feed it to me,”. and  “Make me swallow every drop like the greedy whore I am.

”My voice cracks as I cum hard on the call—screaming, pussy clenching around my fingers, begging you to join me.

You explode seconds later, grunting my name while I coo every filthy encouragement.
When we’re both panting, I giggle softly.

Best resolution ever, right? Call me tomorrow night, Daddy. This nasty freak needs another load to swallow.
Make it yours. Dial now. I’m already wet waiting.

Mean Phone Sex Worker will degrade & emasculate you.

Mean Phone Sex

 

 

I love being a mean phone sex worker. Someone who can make you cum hard, make you feel worthless even harder. 

I listen first, learn how you breathe, learn what makes you edge yourself, since I won’t let you cum.

Then I tease you gently and pull the rug out from under you. I flirt, laugh, and remind you how easy it is for me to flip a switch and treat you like the worthless piece of shit you are. You are nothing more than a walking dildo that I can use at my disposal.

I build you up just enough by showering you with my love, just to make the drop feel sharper when I make you watch a man with a bigger dick than yours fuck me.

I tell you what you crave to hear, then take it away at the perfect moment.

Like when I said your cock was perfect, but you saw what a 13-inch cock can do to me, and that you have never come close to making me scream like that. Your pathetic cock could never.

 

 

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A nasty roleplay with twists and turns, busting barely legal girls

Nasty phone sex

I love this particular caller. His imagination is wild freaky and fucking fun. The way he slowly describes every detail leading up to the ultimate brutality makes my pussy soil faster than a growing plant. You know who you are babe. Every step, every role, you’ve cum up by yourself and I’m overjoyed and completely fucking impressed.

The more you talked the other night, the questions you asked me all had a point. You were slow and sexy, asking me things about sizes, my pussy size, and my beautiful tits. I’ll answer anything for you boo, and send you pics to prove it to.

You’re sexy as hell with a roleplay nasty game with me and my little one. After telling me what to do, putting myself into a position of bring my nasty daughter, accomplice, or even a sexual slave, we’re always game. But the other night you made me cream my pants on the phone. My seat was soaking wet, I was grinding on my vibrator softly between my legs as you described how you wanna fucking ram the shit out of me in front of my young one’s face. Smash my ass right into her nose and let her smell all the yummy thich goey cum you spread all over me. you love put on a nasty show as I glow and glistening from your pre cum dripping.

Ageplay fun, let’s switch things around let mommy rub her pussy….

Spread my little one’s ass cheeks like you desire and mentioned and slowly shove that cock, toy, or plug up her little ass and make me watch, look into your eyes as your balls deep, smacking that massive meat stack deep down inside her. Demonstrate as you say to our filthy young slut class how quickly you can make me squirt watching you bust inside her cookie crunch.

Rapidly fingering my cunt while you ramming and slamming. Once you quiver it’s breeding time. Now “watch closely, look at me, eye contact” as you tell her in your demanding in your dominate sexy yet calming voice, spewing your built up nuts on her face.

Cougar phone sex

You’re always in control of me my love. Like I told you, I’d write about how fucking much you turn me on especially when my little slut whore fuck girls engage, until next time boo!

 

Nasty Phone Sex Kiya Slutty Mistress Teasing Your Dirty Mind

Nasty Phone Sex

I hear the hesitation in his voice before he even speaks. Nasty Phone Sex isn’t just a phrase… it’s my power, my playground, my way of sinking into someone’s thoughts and taking over.

“Please don’t tell my wife,” he whispers, a shiver in his tone, and I can’t help the smirk that curls across my lips. Oh, I love it. I love the way he bends to my words without even realizing it, how my voice alone can twist his mind.

“You’re lucky I don’t,” I whisper, letting my tone dip low, teasing. “Where would the fun be in that?” Every word drips with promise, leaving him imagining things I’ll never fully spell out.

“Get down on your knees, you filthy slut,” he says, trying to flip the script, trying to claim control. I laugh softly, knowing he doesn’t realize who’s really in charge. “Mmm… you think that’s going to work?” I tease, letting him squirm under my voice.

I play him like a melody, my words bending and curling, teasing every nerve I can reach without even being there. I know exactly which phrases will make him tense, which pauses will have him hungering for more. And oh, I savor it.

“You think you can handle me?” I whisper next, letting the question hang. The hesitation in his response is music to my ears. “Yea suck my fucking cock you little worthless nigger slut,”  he screams. Every stammer, every swallowed word, is proof of how deep I’ve gotten into his head.

I let my laughter trail into a slow, deliberate drawl, pulling him further into the space I’ve created. He’s caught, hooked, chasing me with his imagination, shoving my head to his penis, and I can feel the thrill in every second.

When I finally pause, I let my last words linger, knowing he’ll replay them over and over, craving the tease, the tension, the control. My youth, my confidence, my voice… they’re enough to own him completely.

That’s the thing I love most: leaving him thinking, wanting, and emptied completely powerless to resist, all with a few well-chosen words. That’s my magic, my game, my irresistible, and his dirty little secret.