Cirque de Fuck Phone Sex

It was such a vivid dream. A troupe of lithe, strong dancer and acrobat types performing what I can only describe as a sex ballet, with gymnastics and painted bodies and, well, lots of fucking.

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Cuck Fantasy Phone Sex Pt. 2

My loser friend with the baby carrot for a cock was watching, practically drooling, while a real man drilled my pussy with his huge dick. The pathetic little bitch had his tiny prick encased in a chastity device, and it was obvious he was aroused and wanted some relief. But not until I say so, and I was mulling whether or not to eve let him out of his cock cage and let him play with that thing he called a dick. I don’t know. Maybe I was feeling a bit cruel today.

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My First Sugar Daddy Phone Sex

I found the note in one the book he returned, an Andrew Wyeth retrospective. The note read “Do you know what it’s like to be taken care of? Do you want to know?” and then his phone number. This guy was a regular patron of the library, an unassuming, plainly good-looking white guy who I always found intriguing, since the books and DVDs he checked out always seems to jibe with my tastes and likes, like the Wyeth book. But, for some reason, we rarely spoke. I chalked it up to his being shy and let it go.

Turns out, he was not shy. He didn’t beat around the bush at all when I called him later that day. He told me he was divorced and wanted to pamper me in any way.

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Sissy Gets the Boot Phone Sex

Oh man, has Sissy Elyse really ticked me off. Not only did she go into my lingerie drawer without asking, but she managed to rip a hole in a brand new pair of white fishnets! Last time we saw Sissy Elyse, she was getting bukkake’d while wearing a festive holiday outfit. Well, she can put away that micro-dick and forget about any good times overseen by me for a while. I am good and mad, and intend to stay that way.

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Subway Masturbation Phone Sex

It was late at night, and the subway to my place was nearly deserted. Odd, then, that this guy would choose to sit next to me. I looked over at him as if to say what the fuck, but he just smiled a dazzling smile at me. I should have been put off, but I was entranced by this stranger.

He had a coat on his lap, and I noticed it moving soon after he sat down. He was jerking off right next to me–perv! Now I know why he sat next to me. I should’ve been offended, but I was more intrigued than anything. I placed my hand over the moving coat, and told him if he was going to give me a free show, he might as well go all the way. He nodded, and put aside his coat. His dick was out, a bit stubby, but hard and standing at attention.

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A Cum-Soaked Sissy Phone Sex

I found the most ridiculous costume for Sissy Elyse to wear. I found it on my fave clubwear and costume website. It was a Santa’s Little Helper outfit, with red leotard, thigh high red and white striped socks, and a silly pointed hat. I picked out a skimpy pair of red panties to match. I thought Sissy was gonna faint when I showed her what she had to wear for my party. Oh, the humiliation! I couldn’t wait for everyone else to see her decked out as Santa’s Little Whore, her tiny cock and balls barely poking out of the velvet leotard.

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Photo Shoot Fingerblast Phone Sex

His name was Gerhard, and he was a short, wiry, heavily accented German photographer who did a few of the other PSO’s photo shoots. He was very serious, and knew what he wanted. This was my first professional photo shoot, and I was nervous about fucking up, not being comfortable in front of the camera. Worse–what if Gerhard decided I wasn’t sexy enough?

I started out wearing my naughty librarian outfit–tight brown cardigan sweater, equally tight and short skirt, and pantyhose. Gerhard had me begin with normal poses, then encouraged me to start being flirty, grabbing my tits and leaning over so my ample cleavage filled the camera frame. As serious and buttoned up as he was, Gerhard made me comfortable, and soon I had unleashed my double D’s from my bra and was showing them off in their full glory.

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Tits the Season Phone Sex

 

I finished finals this week, so exhausted but ecstatic. Helping me celebrate was my fuckbuddy Dale, the big-dicked intern I fucked around with in the library, and whom introduced me to some light BDSM. Anyhoo, he came over for some Netflix and chill–we all know that means.

We were in my room, sitting on my bed and eating my homemade bread pudding, complete with fresh whipped cream. Dale had a bit of whipped cream on his fabulous moustache, so I leaned over and brushed it away. He grabbed my hand, put a dollop of whipped cream on my index finger, and slowly sucked it off. I sighed and smiled–I’d been wanting to jump Dale’s bones since he walked in the door, and now we were about to have post-dessert dessert.

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Confession Phone Sex

Your balls are heavy and aching, your cock is ramrod straight, and who you gonna call? Your fave PSO, of course. But, what if you just need someone to reach out to, about issues with your partner. You can still call us. Say, you have a longtime GF whom you love very much, but you suspect is stepping out on you?

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