The Feminizing of Aaron Stanford part ll. Phone Sex

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Monica 1-844-332-2639 ext #229

When I looked up from reading the note, I saw stars. I couldn’t believe what I had been reading. He had been deceiving me behind my back all this time…and enjoying it!

When I finally entered the living room, there he was…or I should say she. She was sitting there with a woman’s posture, wearing a blue knee-length dress, nude pantyhose, black pumps, hair and makeup perfect. And…OMG…a bra with inserts, giving her a realistic C-cup bust.

“I’ll never be able to make love to you again, Aaron…this image will never leave me. You look so natural as a woman, you’ve been doing this for a long time, I suppose.” Silence fell in the room..

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Fucking my Stepson ~Like Father, Like Son? Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

“Would you like a taste,” I ask holding my freshly manicured hand out towards him fingers glistening with juice from my wet pussy. He swallowed hard saying nothing. Timidity had all but replaced the air of bravado he so desperately tried to maintain. I see his erection underneath his trousers and this arouses me even more, to know how much he desires me.

“What is it?” I say. “Does pussy cat have your tongue?” 

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The Feminizing of Aaron Stanford Phonesex.

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Monica 1-844-332-2639 ext: 229

So as I’m waking up this morning, I’m reflecting on what happened last night after I got home from work. I walked in the door, immediately slipped out of my black heels, hung up my coat, and took my hair down in the bathroom mirror, the one closest to the front door, just like I do every day after coming home from work. I strode to the end of the hallways, made a right, and went into the kitchen where my househusband usually has dinner sitting on the counter waiting for me. He hates it when I call him that to his face, but it’s his position in the marriage. Soon after the wedding, we agreed that I was the one with the ability to make the money, so he had no choice but to take the other role. And he has really been the sweetest thing about it. Today there was a surprise waiting for me, a little note written on red paper next to my plate. I opened it and read.. 

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CRASH Phonesex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639

Sometimes, late at night, I get restless. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch. Maybe I haven’t had a good enough fuck lately. Maybe I’ve just had an incredible fuck and wanna celebrate, keep that high a little bit longer. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve played an amazingly wicked mind game on some loser. Or maybe I’ve just completely mind-fucked someone within an inch of their pathetic life. Either way, whatever the cause, I’m sexcited, restless, right? So I grab the keys to the white convertible Daddy bought me for my grad present…God, it seems like several lifetimes have passed since then. And feeling an overwhelming desire for freedom, as quietly as I can, I sneak out of the house and into the garage. My excitement growing, I enter the car and stab the keys into the ignition. The engine turns on. My breath comes hard and quick. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I bite my lip as I slam my foot onto the gas pedal and lurch out of the driveway. I speed up through the Hollywood Hills. My nipples are stiff beneath the thin material of my shirt. I take a big slug of Jack from the engraved silver flask my friend and former lover Mistress Leah gave me as a parting gift. I go faster and faster, building up momentum. This is better than fucking. The stakes are soo much higher….

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Manhattan MILF Phonesex

Jasmine (844-332-2639) ext 262

“What is this MILF,” I ask almost indignant, for my instincts tell me she is meaning this as insult.”You never hear that before? ” Beth and I were having brunch together. “It means, “mother I like to fuck.”But I am not mother. I do not understand.”It has more to do with your age,” she said, turning her attention back towards her barely touched meal. “Is  good thing, trust me. The hot older woman she is really all the rage.”Older, I thought, me? I was certainly older than Beth who had just become legal in this country to drink, but I was the youngest of all my inner-circle. 35 it is not old. “I mean come on,” she continues, “you must notice all the men they are constantly checking you out?” Well, yes of course but has always been. Everywhere I go I find there are men watching me their eyes devouring me savouring each and every inch of my form.

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Cheating Whore Phone Sex

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Monica 1-844-332-2639 ext: 229

I’m such a Downright Dirty cheating whore. I live for the thrill of cheating on my bf. It’s such a rush to be sneaky and to lie to him, I just can’t help but keep doing it. I have cheated on him so many times and he knows of a few of them. I told him it’s because I need more! I need more man! I need more Cock, MORE times a day. I need more fun and excitement.

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Enter Jasmine’s Dungeon Phone Sex

MISTRESS JASMINE (844-332-2639) ext 262

You know you want me. You know you need me. You have been bad boy, a naughty boy, deliberately so, because punishment and humiliation is what you crave. That in itself is pathetic but what else do I expect from total loser like you? And worm like you,  special little worm gets special punishment, yes? Not just any punishment though will do. No, what you crave is cruel, degrading sexual and psychological punishment that only I can provide. Yes, I, your one and only Mistress will have you crawling on your knees and whimpering like bitch, begging me . What do you beg me for? Oh maybe you beg me to stop laughing at you oh boo hoo poor baby–FEH. Or perhaps to laugh even more, maybe to spit on you or whip you harder, maybe to put on big strap on and fuck your ass senseless, maybe loosen your collar, maybe bark like my little pet Fido, maybe to finally let you cum because your balls are about to burst, maybe to let you clean my tall stiletto boots with your tongue.

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Losing My Virginity Phonesex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

We were sitting in his photography studio/flat with no light but that of single candle. Flame of the candle kindled answering spark in his eyes. The sound of his voice, his nearness arouse in me feelings unfamiliar yet irressitable. So when he grab by bare feet and start to rub them gently, touch of his hands, heat of his body made me shudder with emotion I barely understand. Then his lips were on the soles of my feet,, his tongue exploring arch of my foot, growing bolder each moment. I moaned out loud as his teeth they graze my heel and my legs part as his tongue runs up first one leg and then the other one, up my thighs and then to my panty clad pussy his mouth like mouth of outlaw as he bite and nibble there, making me wet with desire for more. He tear away my panties and then he is naked before me, naked, his big cock erect and magnificent. At last I think, at last! I do not only submit to his love making, I encourage it. I stretch and arch like cat in heat as his hot open mouth, it goes seeking between my thighs, his tongue working my pussy like master.

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“Call me Jasmine” Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 x 262

“Pronouns, damn it, pronouns,” my husband Edward say sternly into his mobile telephone. We were in the back of our limousine, just leaving the city limits. “What did I hire you for huh? If you can’t do  simplest thing, what good are you?”

Lately with Edward it was all business, dollars and cents, dollars and cents, all the time, nothing else would he talk about. I didn’t bother to respond or even engage him  in conversation, instead I let my eyes wander, watching the Manhattan skyline disappear into the background and recalled how during youth I longed for that city, to be part of it, to be part of something. How magnificent I thought, when first gazing upon the architecture, the endless glass of the high-rise buildings, the streets ripe with automobiles and people, all the people, living their lives, unaware of the glory of their surroundings, taking for granted and never marveling at the ingenuity of man. Now when I look at it, all these years later, I see nothing but garishness. Little boys in big suits, sleeping with each others wives and stabbing their partners in the back. 

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Dawn’s Sweet Ass Phone Sex

Dawn  1-844-332-2639 Ext. 296

It was very late night, and I was just finishing up with my hot bath, to relax sleep well and rest my over- used pussy. I had just gotten out of the bathwater and I was drying my body when the phone rang. It was Jen’s Dad…

‘Hello sexy…it’s me again…’ what a sexy voice, it gets me all juiced up, the second I hear it…

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