Untold Phone Sex Stories of Valerie -Extreme Accomplice-

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It all happened so fast, and I didn’t mean to put an end to the sweetest treat on the block. You know I can’t really go into that horrid detail of how my hands were wrapped around her throat as her Step Daddy fucked her. It was just too hot for me to intervene. I wanted him to ruin her in every way and I didn’t hide it!

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Meet Your Humiliatrix, Vanessa Phone Sex

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MISTRESS VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

I absolutely adore being a humiliatrix. It’s a fairly recent term used to describe a specific type of female dominant. This type of dominant possesses a particular skill set in the particular art of erotic humiliation. 

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Tranny Admiration Phone Sex Wish Fulfillment

844-332-2639, ext. 346

Oh, who’s that girl fresh on the scene, looks good on the bottom but on top is a queen, Macy’s here, hey there pork chop. A girl never can have too many admirers, and I might have been a woman inside all my life but I haven’t been able to get admirers for my natural girlishness as long as a lady could want.

My ass doesn’t lie, my lips certainly don’t lie, my legs don’t lie, and baby, let me assure you honey the only kind of Lying I usually get are on my back with my high heeled shoes planted firmly on you shoulders. Life can be a drag, but with a girl with a little extra where it counts we can all just be queens.

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Pushed to the Edge of Phone Sex Humiliation

844-332-2639 ext. 205

I like to use people, I know one could say sometimes that a person isn’t to blame for their actions, but trust me, slut, I am very aware of how much pain I can and do cause, how uncomfortable I leave you. In fact its the one thing you’re probably able to guarantee you’ll make me happy with you, is to let me use you and hurt you for my own fun and games.

You’ll let me use you like a little fuck toy, won’t you?

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Asian Phonesex Titty Worship

844-332-2639 Ext. 344

You’re a horny boy aren’t you? Yes, I know you are, you want to see these big, young, perky titties don’t you? Of course! you love titties. Why are you so addicted to them, silly? You’re such a dirty horny boy, you’d do anything to get those mitts on my tits aren’t you?

But like, what have you done to deserve my pretty luscious melons? What have you done for me? A chat, a call? That’s not enough to just come over here and slap my fat titties around like a kitty with two sexy yarn balls

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The Privilege of Being Used by Me for Phone Sex

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Some people ask why I call them pet. I know its a colloquialism, but the thing is, we’re all owned. The thing is, pet. I rule, and I know I do, and you know I do.

I don’t ask you to love me, you’re supposed to. I don’t hold out my heel and command you to lick my toes, you do so because I’ve graciously not objected. Your families, your bosses, everyone owns you. The difference is they’re not me.

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Making You My Bitch Phonesex

The Divine Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Sssss,” I whisper to you, like sound of serpent in your ear. You are asleep amid the sumptuous satin sheets and velvet comforter on my big canopy bed. You begin to awake as you always do–your body naked, spread-eagle on your stomach. You begin to stretch. But wait, there is something not quite right this time. You try to move but you cannot. You are bound tightly by the wrists and ankles to the mahogany bedposts. “What?” you say to me, still sleepy, still not sure what is happening. “What?” I echo, a cruel smile playing upon my crimson lips. “What are you doing, Jasmine,” you say as you begin to realize what is happening. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am playing with you,” I answer, moving closer to you but not so close that you can touch me. “Like cat with little mouse.”

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A Delicious DD Thanksgiving. Accomplice Phone Sex With My Main Squeeze!

Avery  1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I hope all of my American friends had an amazing Thanksgiving filled with with family and delicious food!

Our Thanksgiving in Canada was last month but that doesn’t stop me from telling you about a delicious dream I’ve been having a lot recently. It involves the perfect Thanksgiving feast featuring something, or someone, rather succulent.

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Dark Secrets Phonesex Part 3

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 262

I awoke screaming. There was a roaring buzz in my ears. Gasping for breath, my naked body shivering, chilled with sweat as I pulled satin sheets tight about me. With trembling hand I reached for the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on. My hands they shook as I took cigarette, lit it and took long, deep drag. Why had the dream come back yet again, I thought, silently watching the smoke curl and twine itself in the air before me. After all this time, that damn dream, the one that never seemed to away. I blew out puff of smoke defiantly, with false bravado.

My brother Nik, well I had not seen him since I left London over a decade ago. That one last time in London when he found me where I had run so far to escape him. Nik, my brother, with his head bent over my breasts, suckling on them, biting, stroking down my torso, his hard cock pressed against me as he stuck his fingers deep inside me and my body, with will of its own began to move and buck beneath him. I wept with desire and shame as he straddled me and drove himself hard between my thighs.

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Hateful Humiliation for Boot Obsessed Little Faggots, Phonesex for the Real Losers out there

844-332-2639 ext. 205

I know why you’re here, bitch. You’re a dirty little boot slut, aren’t you? That’s right, I can hear your little pea brain working away at fantasizing just how much you want to run your tongue over these pretty, shiny, black boots, to suckle on my heel, to have my toe grind into your lip. Just say it out loud, loser. That’s right. Beg.

“Please goddess, can I please lick your boots? I know I’m not worth it…”

Never forget how little you’re worth to me, and how you don’t deserve anything I give you. Worshiping at my feet is a privilege, one I think we both know, a loser little bitch like you,  could never hope to observe. You’re such a fucking loser.

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