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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.

 

Jack Off For Me : It’s The Best Kind of Humiliation

Jack off for me, and earn your spot on my Humiliation Wall. When you tell me all of the self degrading things you enjoy, I get a good laugh. In fact I even get paid to simply laugh at pervert losers. It’s my pleasure, for sure!

Yesterday I had this guy that told me his favorite self degrading thing. It’s really quite humorous, and fucking sick. So this one loved to go out in panties and diapers on. She would wear a sissy princess dress that was nice and short. So her panties stuffed with her diapered ass and clit – truly this looks so pathetic.

Well it doesn’t stop there. Nope. In fact far from it. Well she will go and visit a Mall and walk around looking ridiculous. To illustrate, she would wear her lipstick in bright red and smeared. She would were big eyelashes and heavy eye shadow. Even a Brown bob wig. Then she would have on platforms and walked around showing off her ridiculous persona.

But it does not stop there! Nope. This little Sissy used up blow up doll freak would wet those diapers. She would go into the Bedrooms displays and into a little princess bed and lay there crying that she wet her diaper.

Obviously this one deserves her place on my wall of humiliation, doesn’t she?

Jack off for me

Sissy Phone Sex

Snuff fantasies help me get out my aggression and your cum

Snuff fantasiesMy Snuff fantasies are the ultimate escape from the chaos within. It is never a dull moment in my life.

I always find the most interesting people hang out with, and sometimes it’s more trouble than it’s worth. See, I met this chick at a strip club. I was feeling horny and wanted to spend, so I got the best damn lap dance money can buy.

But strippers always cause trouble!

This chick had moves I’ve never even seen before. She put her thick ass in my face, and in that moment, I didn’t care if I suffocated in it. After the dance, I had her hang back with me and have a couple of drinks. She had me smitten.

Before I knew it, we were back at my place grinding on each other’s pussies. We fucked for a whole weekend straight. She definitely put a spell on me, because four months later, she was living with me full-time.

I thought we had something special, and I trusted her enough to let her into my inner circle. I told her I have other lovers, and she never had a problem with that, and I thought it was about time she met my man, CB. I brought her to his new bar, and it was a wild time. The place was packed, and everyone there was so hot and getting wild.

Me and CB were having some time together and we didn’t suspect a thing. That fucking bitch robbed his safe. While he was fucking me, she picked the lock and took it all. Stupid bitch was smart enough to get out of there ASAP, but not smart enough to avoid being found.

She didn’t ditch her phone; the silly bitch was right on her tail. We hopped in his Corvette, and I called her up. I told her horrific things because the Sadistic phone sex was just the beginning. We got her on a backroad and ran her off. Stupid bitch crashed into a tree right by his cabin.

She woke up tied to a bed in the middle of nowhere. I got his dick so hard it broke her jaw when he face fucked her. She sucked it, and I fucked her with the most enormous strap-on I’ve ever seen. Seventeen inches wide! It destroyed that dumb whore’s cunt and ass.

We played with her for days. CB had a couple of friends give her some black justice. She screamed, begged, and cried forgiveness, but nothing was going to stop her punishment.

The dumb girl bit off more than she could handle and now has to pay the price. She was kept alive by drinking my piss and eating my ass, and when we were done with her, we threw her to the dogs.

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.

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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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Lia

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies, stop being fantasies once you meet me.

I’ll do anything you tell me to do, even if that means screaming, crying, or begging you to stop.

You are always doing whatever sick and twisted shit you have been wanting to take out on women. You can take it all out on me.

Show me how much of a worthless cunt I am and treat me like I’m just some fuck hole for you to use!

Absolutely dominate me and prove how women are beneath you.

I am just a good-for-nothing whore whose only job is to get fucked by anyone and anything that wants to fuck me.

I am a pathetic slut only worthy of getting fucked to shut up. 

 

 

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Caught Jacking and Humiliated The Best By Goddess

Caught jacking and hiding along the trailside like a filthy stroker. In fact, a pervert like you lives in every town. Often, there are multiple sick, perverted jerk-offs living within a small radius.

My point is, you are not unique. Obviously, you are pathetically ridiculous and have a small dick. And I say this out of experience.

First of all, my clients are fairly needy guys with little dicks. And you guys crave my attention. Not only my attention and the knowledge of how pathetic you are, but also my humiliation.

The next thing you realize is that you find yourself kneeling in front of me. Not only kneeling, but also with that little wang in a cage.

Now you are ultimately my little bitch. You do not have a cock worthy of pleasing me, so you will use your mouth. With your mouth, you will rim my asshole.

Finally, if you do a good job eating your Goddess’s asshole out. In this moment, you may earn something more. Perhaps to eat my pussy and get a taste of my piss.

Caught Jacking

Dirty Phone Talk with Kiya The Feisty Mistress Seducing You

Dirty Phone Talk

You shouldn’t be listening, but I love that you are. I can hear the way your heartbeat changes when you realize I know exactly what you’re hiding. You’re a married man sneaking, wanting, aching, and I get off on it. There’s something so filthy, so irresistible about a man who’s supposed to be loyal but can’t resist me.

This is Dirty Phone Talk, and I’m going to make every second count. I love imagining you sitting there, alone, thinking about your wife, while I make your hands move on their own. I tease you with my voice, slow and low, letting every word sink in. I know exactly what buttons to push, how to make you desperate without even touching you.

I want you to picture me, slim and sexy, with a naughty smirk and eyes that see right through you. I let my fingers glide over my own body while I describe it to you, making you imagine every soft curve, every shiver, every gasp. I love knowing that you’re thinking about how it would feel to have me, to taste me, to bend to my will while you’re supposed to be at home.

Every dirty word I whisper is meant to make you ache, to make you crave, to make you lose control. I tell you what I’d do if you were here, how I’d dominate, tease, and punish you for being so naughty. I let you feel every inch of my desire, every wicked thought, and every slutty fantasy as if I’m right in front of you.

I love the way your mind works, imagining me, wanting me, knowing you shouldn’t. That’s what turns me on the most. Your desperation, your guilt, your need… it’s all fuel for me. I drag it out, making every second count, letting you hang on every word, every moan, every tease.

Playfully enjoying you dripping, twitching, begging silently for release, and I haven’t even touched you yet. That’s the power of a mistress like me. My name is Kiya, and I live for married men like you, making you crave the sin of me while you hide your filthy little secrets.

Domination Phone Sex with Kiya Punishing You Hard and Fast

Domination Phone Sex

“This is Domination Phone Sex, and don’t even pretend you’re calling for anything other than me. Tell me… did you sneak off again just to hear my voice?”

“Yes, Mistress Kiya… I had to. I couldn’t stay away.”

“I know you couldn’t. You never can. The moment I cross your mind, you break every rule you set for yourself just to get back to me.”

“I try to stay away… I really do… but you pull me in.”

“Of course I do. You’re addicted to me. Addicted to the way I talk to you, the way I play nice one second and mean the next. You crave every side of me.”

“Yes, Mistress… I crave you constantly.”

“I can hear it all over you. That shaky little breath you take every time I speak? That’s what gives you away. Where are you right now?”

“Hiding… I slipped out. I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Good. Sneak for me. Crawl back to me every time. You’re mine when you run from everything else just to hear me.”

“I am… I can’t escape you.”

“Why would you want to? You know you love the way I handle you — soft enough to make you melt, sharp enough to make you obey.”

“Yes… exactly that, Mistress Kiya…”

“Say it properly. Tell me what you’re hooked on.”

“I’m hooked on you… all of you… every part of you, Mistress.”

“That’s right. You want what only I give you. That rush. That pull. That feeling you can’t get from anyone else. No one gets in your head like I do.”

“No one, Mistress… only you.”

“Good boy. Now kneel. Even if you’re hiding in some hallway, drop down. You know what I like.”

“I’m on my knees for you.”

“Of course you are. That’s where obsession puts you… right beneath me, waiting for whatever mood I’m in. Sweet or cruel, you take all of it.”

“Yes, Mistress Kiya…”

“And you’ll keep coming back. Sneaking away. Breaking your own rules. Because once I have you like this, you never escape.”