Phone Sex Adventures of Kayla getting Hunted: Kayla gets stuffed

Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357

I’ve only been in Las Vegas for a little over a year. My roommate is great but I have dinner with her every night. I miss my family and my friends from back home. I miss the traditions and cozy feel of my Aunts house. The way memories from holidays past flood over you when everyone is together. Not having that now, can be incredibly lonely. When I got the INVITATION to join Wolf for THANKSGIVING DINNER, I couldn’t say no.

I wore a light grey sweater dress and heels. I kept my hair down, just the way he likes it and prepared to spend a wonderful evening with him and his “coworkers.” I assumed that meant men and women. The guys he worked with and their spouses or girlfriends. I had even considered being flattered that he wanted to introduce me to his friends, I should have known better.

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Dangerous Dream Phone Sex

Kayla Cumsalot 18443322639 EXT 357

Last night, after a fun filled night of TRICK OR TREATING, FLIRTING and being deliciously NAUGHTY, I crawled into my bed. Sleep came quickly as it always does when I exhaust myself but with it came a DANGEROUSLY PLEASING DREAM.

I was all alone, kayaking down a calm river in the middle of a thick jungle. SWEAT stained my white tank top from the muggy heat of the tropical air and my tan shorts stuck damply to the bottom of my kayak. The trees were parted over the water, allowing the burning sun to kiss my thighs and shoulders. My hair blew back in the wind and I couldn’t have been happier to enjoy the peace around me.

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Getting My Husband A Promotion Phonesex

Chyanna 844-33-2639 x 249

My husband and I went to a party at his bosses house. I love dressing sexy everywhere I go. Oh course the party was no different. I definitely didn’t look like the other wives there. I could feel all eyes were on me. Even the wives were starring at me.

During the party my husbands boss kept rubbing against me. Accidentally touching my ass a few times. He would find any reason to get me alone. He even told my husband he wished his wife looked half as good as I did.
Later on that evening my husbands boss approached him to say if I would have sex with him my husband would get the promotion he really wanted. I knew how much he wanted that position. It also came with a huge pay raise. I did what any good wife would do. I let my dress hit the floor, wearing a G-string and some high heels. I straddled his chair and gave him the most mind blowing sex hes probably had in 20 years. Oh course, I got my husband the promotion. He even got the corner office with a view.
Chyanna
844-33-CANDY
             (2639)
extension 249

Phonesex Therapy Session three: Mr Jilted Lover

Nina 1-844-332-2639 Ext 378

Some men are so unlucky in love that it consumes their perception of self, very sad and heartbreaking to witness. My new friend had spent years in situations where no matter what he did, earned or looked like he could not catch a lucky break in love. If he was not being abused then he was mocked for being an average Joe. I let him know that there is nothing wrong with him being an average Joe but to Mr. Jilted Lover this was not the case. He had a great passion for brunettes that looked like his mother. With love and admiration in his voice, he went on to say of her “A lovely Irish Protestant woman with a heart of gold. Born and raised in Boston and not a cruel bone in her body.” He was a proud mama’s boy and we all know how horribly they are treated. He wanted me to listen to him get off and needed to let me know that “it is okay if you cannot cum too, I am not much of a man”. What Mr. Jilted Lover did not know was that if my client is good to me and gets me wet, I will cum with him and most times twice. It was Mr. Jilted Lover lucky night. He hit the jackpot when he dialed extension 378.

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The Taste of Jasmine Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262
His face close to mine … the warmth of his breath on my cheek …  “Taste yourself,” he whispered … his mouth hungrily devouring mine,  our tongues exploring one another’s mouths–tongue fucking. His magnificent cock deep inside my wet pussy grinding, pumping. My orgasm building, savoring the taste of my sweet juice on his lips.

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Holiday Affair Phone Sex

Dawn  1-844-332-2639 Ext. 296

Are you all done with the Holiday Gift buying…or is she still spending your money.

All those unnecessary extras that will make her happy but nobody will even notice it.

All those extra presents for someone you have never met or spent any time with.

What about you and your needs…what about making you happy…

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JUST.LIKE.THAT. Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, I thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

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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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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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Nocturnal Emissions Phone Sex~Part 3

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“Are you ready to play ‘The Naked Fun Game‘ honey?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, as I sat up in bed. Daddy walked towards the bed and started pealing back my blankets. “You have such cute little toes,” he said, planting a couple of tiny pecks along the tops of my bare feet. His hands moved up my legs, stopping when he reached the elastic waistband of my pajama pants. “We’re gonna take these off now, okay?” “Yes, Daddy, please,” I said, almost independent of myself. As I wiggled out of my pajama bottoms, I felt more and more like I was in a dream, reliving something … something that never happened … something that wouldn’t happen …

… or did it?

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