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

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“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 Mangina Monologues Phonesex

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Emma, the no good bitch had phoned me earlier that day, knowing full well that I’m in no way shape or form a morning person. “What the fuck,” I said into my Iphone, barely awake. “You know what time it is?” She then started blathering on and on, claiming she was going through some sort of sissy slut crisis and only I could help. Well naturally. I did after all create Emma, so to speak, transforming a disgusting, boring nine to fiver named Roger, afraid to even wear a pair of nylons into  a cum-guzzling, cocksucking sissy slut, who could work over a dick with the best of ’em, no matter the size, shape or color all while rocking a pair of sky high heels and amazingly gorgeous  bra and panty sets.

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Manhattan MILF Phonesex

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“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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Enter Jasmine’s Dungeon Phone Sex

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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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“Call me Jasmine” Phone Sex

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“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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Nocturnal Emissions Part Four Phonesex

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“She coming to already.” “Her treatment isn’t over.” A flash of “The Doctor” and someone else, someone I’d never seen before, standing over me. A woman? Yes, assistance maybe? Probably. My mind was in a haze … “Drink.” “Drink what? “She needs to drink,” The Doctor’s assistant spoke up. No … I don’t want it … I don’t … “C’mon,” she said, “this way.” She was leading me by the hand, or I was leading myself by the hand. “Isn’t it beautiful in here?” “Yes,” I said, “it is.” We were in this amazing house, gorgeous, and bright and open, windows everywhere, the sun shinning in. This was a beachfront home, the kind I always dreamed of living in. “I can just … I can just stay here forever,” I said. “You can.” Falling back onto a King Sized bed full of lush, silky bedding and soft pillows. She held out her hand towards me, a come hither look in her eyes, beckoning me to her arms, tempting me. Staring at her, staring at … me, everything suddenly became clear. All of my life I had this power over men, they would bend to my will, hoping, praying for a chance to possess me, even for just a fleeting moment, and now … I wanted me. She let her robe fall open, exposing her perfect tits, her nipples erect. I took her hand, and she pulled me in, our mouths immediately met. After a long, passionate tongue-fucking, she pulled away and looked at me adoringly, and I her. 

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The Car Wash Angel-Angel Above, Devil Below Phonesex

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Men are so weird! Take Dr. Dan for instance– had he walked in to discover himself being made a cuckold, fucked eight ways from Sunday  by another man with a bigger cock and a more prodigious fucking skills than he, he would have been furious, swearing and cursing his entire marriage, but upon seeing me deep in his wife’s pussy, his initial shock turned to arousal.

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Mean Mistress Phonesex

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Have you been a bad boy? Do you need Mean Mistress Monica to make you feel just as inferior as you are. I’d love to be able put you in your place like the naughty little boy you are. If you have displeased me, you get

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The Car Wash Angel-Part 2-The Devil in Disguise Phonesex!

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“What are you … doing?” she said to me. I was inching closer and closer to her face, my eyes locked on hers. “What do you WANT me to do?” I replied as I continued my advance toward her.We were in one of the fitting rooms at Victoria’s Secret. She was trying on this sexy silky little lace slip at my suggestion, in an effort to spice things up in the bedroom with her rich doctor hubby. “Wait, wait…” she was saying.”Is that what you really want?” I said. I was even closer now, pinning Cathy against the wall….

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Sissified! Phonesex: The Mall

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     Welcome to Victoria’s Secret, pet. Did you really think I wouldn’t bring you here? Tsk tsk tsk. Come on now, let’s find you some nice lingerie. The salon did such a good job on you, you could almost pass for a real woman. Don’t blush so hard, pet. You might give yourself away.

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