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Daddy Is Drunk

         Oh gosh, phone sex daddy, were you drunk last night? Giggles. You don’t remember a thing, do you? Well daddy, let me tell you all about it and you can hand over your credit cards..

I woke up this morning to find daddy asleep and naked in my bed.  Maybe he thought I was mommy?  I wonder if he remembers anything about the night? I sure fucking do! 

I heard my bedroom door open. I heard a few bad words, as daddy bumped into my nightstand. Then the bed creaked, as he got into it with me. Daddy snuggled against me and what did I feel? I felt nothing, fucking nothing. Now, my feelings are terribly hurt. Daddy’s dick didn’t get hard for me. 

Now I’m really mad and I’m also horny, and I need a hard dick. I know, I know. I began to kiss his butt cheeks, and then bite a little. Daddy sort of moaned, then I began to lick his pucker and he really liked that. 

            Did I make the entire thing up to get daddy’s credit cards since no one can know? Maybe! Giggles. 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
Call Torrie @ 1-866-415-2934
Email- teentorrie@aol.com

 

           

The Little Thing Down The Road

Tiny, fragile, innocent, lonely, and sad. These are the things you look for. Aren’t they just that? Flat chests, old torn clothes, and hungry. You know just what it is you are looking for.  Your telescope is out, as they move in. You are anxiously waiting, and looking. You see bedroom furniture. Could it be? 

                  The weather took a fucking early warm turn, and she is sitting alone in her shorts. You are nothing if not friendly, so you introduce yourself to the family with drinks and cookies. Those empty brown eyes are calling to you. You smile and make small talk to her. You know all about the games, dolls, and music little ones like. You fit in so well.

               You make plans. You buy a kiddie pool, some yard toys and you are all set. You have never wanted anything so much. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

 

The Queen Of Mean

If you’re looking for a sweet, wholesome, giggly twat, stop fucking reading this.

I am the Queen Of Mean and I don’t have anytime in my life for silly bullshit games. The only time you will hear me laughing is when I completely humiliate, and degrade your loser ass.

I know you desire to be controlled by a strong woman who will subdue and seduce you. If you don’t know by now, you will soon learn that I am your Superior in every way and misbehaving will not be tolerated.

Are you ready to submit to the Queen Of Mean or are you too afraid?

 

Written By: Goddess Jezzabelle
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Accomplice Slut

It was really late but I knew if I looked hard enough I could find a “treat” for him. I knew he would be waiting with a raging hard on for fresh, young cunt and I didn’t want to disappoint. For years he had been using and abusing my tiny holes it was time for something new. Being his accomplice slut is no easy task, I have to get very creative to give him what his fetish cock desires most.

Finally, I found the perfect one and rushed home to satisfy his wicked urge. Watching him ravish his new play pet was more than my pussy could take. I licked three fingers and shoved them into my eager little cunt, humping and moaning his name. Telling him what to do, begging him to be rough, my tiny pussy dripped with hot fuck honey for even more deviant deeds.

 

Written By: Raemi
Call  Raemi @ 1-888-229-3013
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Bethany’s Phone Sex Audition

           I was online playing and looking when I saw this ad. Phone Sex Girls? I get to play with my hot, tight body for money? I did see the 18 plus, but I’m going to pretend that I didn’t.

I called the number and a nice man answered. I described myself and told him I was 19 years old. He liked my voice and asked if I would like to audition for him.

                 Of course, I would! I told him to give me a second while I took off my clothes and grabbed a toy. He asked me to tell him a little story about my first time fucking. How does he even know? I could still have my cherry. 

I told him about the time I came home from drinking beer and hanging. When I climbed back in at 2 am, daddy was sitting on my bed waiting. I knew I was in trouble, but I sort of liked to be spanked. It makes my little pussy get wet.

Without even saying a word, I pulled down my shorts and laid over daddy’s knee. 

Want to hear more of my naughty stories? Call me!

Written By: Bethany
Call Bethany@ 1-866-686-4049
Email: babylilbethany@gmail.com

 

Morning Coffee

   

       

I was running so late this morning that I didn’t have time to take care of personal matters. I wasn’t but a few minutes into my Starbucks Carmel Frapp, when I knew my tummy was brewing.  I do love that feeling. The problem was I love to play with my clit while pooping, but I was at Starbucks. I felt like both ends needed attention.

                 I ran to the restroom, and noticed a bit of brown when I pulled down my panties. Now, I was really getting horny. My panties smelled so fucking good. Maybe if I smear a bit of the smelly, warm brown stuff on my nipples. Oh, that fucking feels so good. 

There’s a knock at the restroom door. He asks me if I could possibly hurry. I wonder if he can smell my pussy and ass? Should I? I tell him, the door isn’t locked. 

 

Written By: Delaney
Call  Delaney @ 1-888-566-2337
Email- teendelaney@yahoo.com

 

Debi Really Did Do Dallas

Gosh, you know I really was one hell of a wild thing. I grew up in a suburb of Dallas, and at a tender age, fell for tight jean wearing cowboys. Lord, I would just stare at their crotch.  It would totally embarrass anyone with me, as I had no control when it came to men and boys. 

             I admit, that I wasn’t even picky. It was all about the dick. Once I moved out on my own, there was no stopping me. It was nothing for me to take 10 cum loads in my fuck  holes. Some girls are just made for fucking. You know? 

             The older I got, the more nasty I got. Gang bangs, orgies, nudist resorts. Honestly, I would fuck a homeless person if their dick was up to par. Friends ask me why I just don’t calm down a bit at my age. Maybe just use toys instead of countless men. Come now, we all know that a toy feels nothing like a hard, thick, veiny, helmet head dick. 

 

 

Written By: Debi
Call Debi @ 1-866-649-3992
Email:AOL/Yahoo: milfdebi4fun

Cum To The Dark Side

A little walk on the dark side never hurt anyone.  

Blasphemy play can be highly erotic, not to mention it makes you feel like you’re putting your very soul in jeopardy. How exciting is that?

I want to take you to that place where you feel like during our call, the floor will open up to be sucked down into the depths of hell.

I want you to fuck me with a cross. Fuck me by putting a strap-on onto a life-sized image of Jesus, have me dressed as a little catholic school girl as you ram your cock into my ass while I pray in Latin. Push your rosary beads into my wet cunt, while you kneel between my legs in supplication, praying at the altar, then place them between your lips and suck the beads out of me, hearing the creaminess of my pussy as you do so.

Let me present to you a statue of the Virgin Mary as I coax you into giving up your wet, hot load onto her perfect face, then watch as I lick off every bead as it drips down onto her praying hands.

So many bad bad things we could do, and all to make you feel like you’re in the presence of God, while actually knocking at the gates of hell.

 

Written By: Alexis
Call  Alexis @ 1-866-415-6927
Email: yournaughtyalexis@yahoo.com

 

Follow Me

             

     It’s a long, lonely walk up those stairs, isn’t it? You stand there and sigh. You can feel your cock growing stiff. He’s up there, just as fucking cute as can be. You go back to your den. You try to look at some porn. Porn isn’t very satisfying, when you can’t look at the dark stuff. You are shaking as you go on the special section of The Dark Web. You quickly turn it off and snort up a line.

Now you are pacing the floor. You try, and calm down with a drink. She won’t be home for another 2 hours. Maybe just a peak in his room. More liquid courage and another line. You finally summon up the courage to call me. 

Follow me up the stairs. Come on, because you know you are craving it. 

                   Call me to make all your dark, disturbing, and twisted fantasies come true. Why deprive yourself, when you can call me?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
Call  Ivy @ 1-866-949-6550
Email-poisonivy4phone@aol.com

 

Did Santa Let You Down?

             Oh no! Christmas is over and you didn’t get anything you wanted from Santa. Do you know why that is? It seems you’re a big ole perv and Santa didn’t understand your present requests. You have bags and bags of chocolate candy now. You don’t even have a sweet tooth so what the heck was he thinking? 

I just hate seeing you so disappointed. Don’t worry, I knew exactly what you were begging Santa for. Not exactly chocolate, but just as sweet, and tasty. I’ve been preparing for you and trust me, your present will be huge! 

               It does seem however, that part of your present is on the sexy cock of my boyfriend. Let me rub it all over your face. Oh my, I see that clitty growing in your pants. 

 

Written By: Delaney
Call  Delaney @ 1-888-566-2337
Email- teendelaney@yahoo.com