Archive for the 'Drugs Phone Sex' Category

I Saw What You Did

I saw what you did and I must admit, I was not impressed! You finally get her in your house and then nothing. You give her a Coke and you didn’t even spike it. What a fucking loser you are. It’s  clear how much you need me. 

You try again the next afternoon. You get brave and touch her little pink nipple. Are you actually drooling, you pervert? 

I really can’t take much more of this. I swear, I’ll vomit and make you lick it up.

I bust the window on the kitchen door and let myself in. You’re such a loser that she’s laughing at you. Once she sees the look on my face, she stops laughing and the sobbing and begging begins.

You’re beginning to think this was a bad idea. You only wanted a peak at those little hard nipples and her hairless cunt. Just a peak. You sure didn’t want me to cut off her clothes and tell her she won’t be needing them anymore.  Your face says one thing but your hard cock says another.

Let’s face facts loser, you desperately need me to bring your plan to fruition.

 

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

 

 

 

Blackmailed

Been a long ass day, and you could really use a little something before heading home. It’s after 2 am, and you doubt anything is open.

You head down the street and see an occasional person. Mostly night workers and beginnings of day workers. You smile to yourself at the scents of the night. Pot, sweat, and sex. You lose sense of where you are. You see me sitting in a doorway.

You think I look pretty edgy, maybe I know of something. I shrug and tell you to follow me. I point to a small house. It looks deserted to you. You’re beginning to think that you have been set up. What could I want? You’re getting annoyed and decide to leave.

You hear laughter, you hear moans, and you hear cries of pain. You see a room with several young boys and girls. They all look either high or scared. Either way, now I have your attention.

You take a drink off the tray on the table. After a few sips, you start to feel a bit odd. You wake up to a boy and girl nude in your bed. Your head is killing you. What the fuck happened last night?

I will tell you. In fact, I will show you. I will even hand it all over, but first hand over your wallet.

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
Call Frankie @ 1-866-949-5818
Email- fetishfrankie@aol.com

 

Groomed

You are a very important business man with a very specific taste in women. Actually, I should say girls to be most accurate. Young, skinny, eager, and blonde.  I like a man who knows exactly what he wants. You live in the house at the end of the road. The huge one with a swimming pool, and a high security gate. Your parties are epic and secret.

I was just the person who delivered lunch to your office, but I made you see more in me, I made you see just how helpful I could be. Slowly, I began taking over your life. I even delivered your illicit requests.

The first party went well. I found you just what sort of merchandise you wanted.  Girls and drugs. I seemed to be always there. Helping you fuck her, helping you keep your secrets. I groomed all the girls for you and your friends.

After a few parties, you began to get more brave in your affairs. You even made sure all was saved on video to watch over, and over.

I know you better than you know yourself. The next party was private. Just you and all the little party favors. But you see, it wasn’t the girls getting groomed, it was you. You have so much and I want it all.

You don’t want me to go to the press with all I know, now do you? Hand it all over, and all will be fine.

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
Call Frankie @ 1-866-949-5818
Email- fetishfrankie@aol.com

 

Nasty, Dirty and Raw

 I woke up this morning in the strangest mood. I was feeling extra horny, but after an hour of fucking my cunt with several toys, it just wasn’t enough.  Very intrusive thoughts kept entering my mind. I was thinking of sexual and otherwise things I would normally never do, but this morning I needed more. 

The streets were pretty quiet this morning. A few construction workers, people just coming home from their night out, drug dealers and the street people. I was wearing little to nothing, and getting lots of attention. 

            I walked through the park until I got to “Tent City.”  People were walking around, drinking coffee, and smoking crack. There was mostly men, but a few women. There was a couple fucking outside their tent. 

   I wondered if they would agree to a threesome? I approached them and the man grabbed my arm, and pulled me down to the ground. The other men circled around us. Hours later, I covered in dirt, booze, grass, and cum. 

Sometimes a woman needs to get as nast, and filthy as she can. Join me?

 

Written By: Brianna
Call Brianna @ 1-866-949-7079
Email-badgirlbrianna4phone@aol.com

 

 

Ivy’s Little Whores

 

          Stop hanging at the park watching the little birds come home with me. I can show you so much and we can have such a fucking amazing time if only you submit to me and my sexy little friends. Take a long hit from my pipe and follow me up my stairs. 

                           Let Rose and Violet show you around my home. Please, make yourself comfy. You ask me their ages and I just smile. If you know, you know! You love the shiny matching corsets and boots. You wonder if you’ll get to fuck all of us.

  Not fucking hardly, bitch boi. The little ladies are mine to enjoy. Rose seductively asks you to strip for her. She points at your cock and looks confused. She has never seen something so tiny. What a waste of a man you are. 

The girls take you to another room where they wax and dress you. Violet mocks you telling you since you aren’t a man, you need to look like a bitch. They bring you to me and push you to the floor. They demand you suck my cock and then theirs. 

Let me tell you bitch boi, you have a very long night ahead of you.

 

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

 

 

Torn Easter Dresses And Dirty Feet

            Easter is almost here and you’ve planned a neighborhood Egg Hunt for anyone who wants to join in the fun. You’re so excited for this. You’ve already purchased the cute rabbit cupcakes, little fun sandwiches, booze for the adults, and fruit punch for the little ones.  You even decided to wear a bunny costume. 

The parents hung around for an hour or so and once convinced, the kids were fine to be left with us. You look at me and smile. It’s warm out and the kids are warm from all the playing and hunting. It’s time for some fruit punch.

As they drink, they get silly.  I suggest a game or two.

As they run more and play their pretty little sundresses are blowing up. All the boys have left and it’s just us and 3 girls. They’re so sweaty, in bare feet, and torn dresses. We bring them all in for clean up and a nap. After some more fruit punch, they all fall asleep on my bed. 

I can feel the juices flowing, my pussy is craving a little fun time. I lock the front door, close the blinds and we enter the bedroom.

 

 

 

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

Twisted and Violent

It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

 

 

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

 

Drink For Me?

Weather’s getting cold and summer fun is long over. Not much else to do but stay in and watch movies, read, listen to music, and DRINK! I bet a cold one or two would feel so good going down your parched throat. Maybe you have a little smoke or some powder? Let’s play!

Just look at me? You want to make me happy, don’t you? I tell you what would make me happy. Call me and let’s get wasted. When I say let’s, I mean you. Just you, I won’t drink with you. Not a fucking drop! You on the other hand, will drink for me. 

See how my nipples stiffen when you put that bottle to your lips. Maybe I’m thinking about what else those lips can do? Or probably not!  No love, I’m not laughing at you. Just maybe laughing with you.

Time to spark one up for me, don’t you think? A few puffs, another shot, and you’re making me so very happy.  I do wonder if my pussy is getting wet for you? Doubtful!

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
Call  Malaya @ 1-866-659-8370
Email: malayamax@aol.com

 

 

Don’t Make A Fucking Sound

             Do you hear the window glass shattering? Someone is breaking into my house. It seems like your mommy picked a terrible night to have me babysit. He’s walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. Don’t make a fucking sound! If he finds you, he’ll do terrible things to your sweet, fragile, young body. 

   He’s singing a very odd song, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?” She’s so scared she’s trembling and the little cunt just pissed her pants. I can hear his breath at the door.

I open the door, then leave the room. I go to change into my bondage gear and bring with me chains, floggers, and rope. Might as well make the best of a fucked up situation.

               Back in the room, he has already cut off her clothes. Fuck, would you just look at that! He wants to rape her, I want to torture her. Over a bit of powder, we come to an agreement. I put on a bit of “I Spit On Your Grave”, to get the cunt juices flowing. I’m going to savor fucking up this little bitch.

 

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

 

Hey Loser

   There you are again, watching me and my friends getting ready to party for the night. Every fucking day with that pathetic loser look of yours. I was pretty excited to have a step-brother until I fucking met you!

               No matter what we do to you, you hang around like a horny little puppy. Do you remember the day you wanted to smoke hash with us, and we had you smoke dog shit? You’re such a fucking loser. Remember when your daddy bought you a new car and we hung used tampons all over it? 

  Now that we’re all older, I thought it was time for some adult games. You know that dildo you keep sucking on to taste me? I think it’s time to make you a dirty, nasty girl. I can’t tell if you’re excited, or if you’re going to cry. 

            I take you into my bathroom and I remove all that nasty boy hair. I dress you in pink panties and a full face of makeup. Oh! Aren’t you just too fucking cute.  You beg me for a kiss and I spit in your face. 

There’s a knock at our door. You wonder if it’s more of my hot girlfriends. They’re hot, but they certainly aren’t girls! Get to it, loser!

           

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