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Orgasm Denial Phone Sex

Orgasms cannot be rushed especially a toe curling one. So, if your into Orgasm denial, Orgasm control, playing little cum games, forbidden fantasies, taboo fantasies, cuckhold type fantasies, anything kinky and beyond the realm so to speak, Let’s hook up! I love talking to subbie’s, pantie boys, sissies who need some guidance. I don’t mind a man that knows what he wants, that’s for sure! But I love a man that wants to be dominated. Also, I love giving head, anal, and anything else you can dream up to do with FUCKING!

I Dare You

It started simply. It started quickly. We transitioned from the occasional flirty glance to daily teasing and talking all because of one moment of my carelessness, one moment of his prying eyes. I was standing in the elevator lobby tapping away on my cellphone, adding the photo I had taken in my car moments before to a text message to someone, and I didn’t know that he was behind me. We rode the elevator up to the top floor together and about halfway up all other occupants got out.

“So did he like it?”

I just stared at him, heart racing, hoping he didn’t mean what I thought he meant. The grin on his cute, boyish face confirmed against my hopes.

Shit.

I knew I was blushing and all I could say was “He hasn’t replied yet”. The teasing, kinda-cocky glint in his eye brought my own smile out. We said no more, just proceeded to our respective sections to find our cubicles.

In the days that followed a tentative email and a knowing grin while passing by multiplied into more. We found brief moments throughout the workday to surreptitiously tease and flirt via email. Coded words, double entendres,  secret communications. A heavily-veiled but obvious-to-us message coupled by an innocent-to-others meeting at the printer 5 seconds after for a few words to be quietly uttered that were most definitely not safe for work.It took a lot of self control for us both to keep straight faces and limit the number of “coincidental” encounters and keep our fun under the radar of nosy nearby co-workers.

Soon we were augmenting our coded emails with raunchy text messages. It didn’t take him long to ask to see that same photo that started it all, the one he only caught a glance of, a flash of naked skin. I pondered that, I weighed the risk. I decided to ask for an insurance policy. I told him I wouldn’t send it to his phone unless he sent me a naughty pic first. For once I managed to silence the boy with all the snappy comebacks. I texted him again and proceeded to describe the photo he was asking for in explicit, sultry words. Then I described another one that was also in my phone. When I told him to meet me at the copier in 1 minute, his response made it hard for me not to outwardly gloat.

“I can’t get up from my desk right now without being obvious that uh….something came up…”

“Show me. Now. Turn around and let me see what is so obvious.”

The photo he complied with showed a bulge that seemed out of place in his work pants. Ha! Subtle, but I knew what I was looking at. And thus, the teasing and risque photo dares started (there is something so deliciously naughty about a hard cock surrounded by office clothes). It was hot and arousing and distracting and such a delicious surprise, this turn of events. But yet still…..this did not go beyond work. This did not go beyond glances, words, text and photos despite how close by our cubicles really were. Until…..

Until the day I was wearing this sexy blue dress at work. I went into the bathroom to take a photo for him, my bra cups shoved down and tits exposed. The text along with the photo told him that I was leaving my bra like that for awhile and that he should take notice the next time he walked by me. Oh, he noticed. A little while later as we stood by the printer pretending to sort through papers he stood close to me for a moment and accidentally-on-purpose brushed the back of his hand over my breast. The touch caused my nipple to harden instantly. Oh, he noticed. For what felt like minutes but was more like 3 seconds, his fingers lightly caressed my rock hard nipple through my thin dress. I didn’t breath until he stopped and once he did stop it took me a minute to regain my composure and know that I could walk the 8 feet to my desk. Aided by our clutches of printed papers, me hiding my nipples that could cut glass and him hiding the hard bulge in his dress pants, we scurried back to our cubes where the messages flew back and forth. He knew about my bullet vibrator; he knew I carried it with me but I had told him that I never used it at work before or at least not at my desk. He thought he was being so daring. He asked questions about it and I knew what was coming.

“You should go put the bullet in and turn it on while you’re at your desk…..I dare you, Sam.”

Oh gee, why gosh no, I couldn’t possibly do that……

Oh, a dare, you say? Well how can I refuse then?

And so it went. He asked, I told, about how good it felt and how naughty I was. I told him how my chest was flushed red and I was so close to coming. It was nearing 4pm. He waited a bit longer, for half of our co-workers to head out for the day, before he came to my desk under the guise of showing me how to look something up in our system. And he saw for himself my beautiful agony, how badly I needed it. While I followed his work-related instruction he whispered “I dare you to come right here at your desk as I watch”.

I should win an Emmy for that performance. Pretending to be taught, pretending to ask real questions, all while letting only barely audible moans escape as he spoke and I ground the bullet into my clit. As I felt that moment of imminent orgasm I couldn’t speak, I could only subtly tap his hand to let him know. He stared and watched the show as I tried to feign normalcy while my body betrayed me. My eyelids fluttered, I jerked three tiny body spasms that slipped from my control, and I felt the heat spread across my face and my chest. When I met his eyes again I saw awestruck lust.

“Thanks for showing me, Thanks, I’ll let you know if I have any other problems.” I smiled serenely and stared at him until he walked away, with a tiny restrained smile on his lips. Paperwork held low, covering the bulge in his pants.

Call and hear me cum for you, and I  would LUV to make U cum.

LUV.

SAM

Lips like Heroine….I am your Drug, arent I?

Most of my close friends call me Charlie, but your wife or girlfriend would most definitely call me something completely different, wouldn’t she? Perverted, kinky, twisted and inventive. I mean really, why would she even try to compete with that? What’s my price for being your fuck toy? The question tumbles out before you can hold it back. It’s very simple really. I don’t ask for much. After all, MY needs are being met, aren’t they? What I want, my price if you will, is your every thought. While you are dutifully fucking your boring wife twice a week in the same position so you don’t offend her delicate sensibilities, you will be thinking of me. When you are sitting in your office in the middle of your day, thoughts of me and how you can pleasure me will slip into your brain and your hands will tremble with the urge to touch and caress. Your nights will be haunted with dreams of me and you will wake up hard and aching, desperate and eager to hear the sultry whispers of my voice in your ear. Will you be able to hold off until you get in the car or will you sneak into the bathroom and run the water to mask the sounds of your release?

Well…will you?

XOX

Charlie

Guided Masturbation Phone Sex

I want to talk very sultry and sexy with my lil southern twang telling you just what to do with that amazin rock hard cock of yours.

Guided masturbation phone sex is a lot more than me just tellin you to stroke it slow or fast.  I like to show you my special techniques so that you can blow that wod super hard for me. I want you to shutter the way that you make me. So delicious….

I like it when you tell me what to do with my tight lil bald twat too.  How to touch it, where to probe it, tease it maybe which toy to use.What position you want me to be in for you. I will be your kinky bitch all night if you want.

You can just sit back and jerk that big dick while your dirty slut gets her tight pussy off in front of you or you can join in.  I know you love to see me finger fuck my holes and moan like the whore I am.  Give me a call I’m around until late tonight!

FINGER LICKING GOOD!

I consider myself to be finger licking good and you will too when the warm cream from my juicy pink cunt is all over your mouth. Let me be your sexy hot vixen tonight and we can play dirty kinky games all night long. I really need to be your nasty little submissive slut and I promise to do whatever your heart desires and so much more! Pleasing you will be my only want and making you explode every drop of cum will be my reward. You can have the night you need with me, cum make me your personal sex slave.  Call me I’m waiting!!! With my mouth and legs open for you!!!

Bukkake Office Party

A few drinks and champagne toasts got things at the office party started.  I can’t really recall just exactly how much executive cock I sucked that night but it was a lot.  My teasing lap dances got me into some troube. Some really hot trouble that is.

Five guys from accounting decided my tits were big enough to titty fuck three at a time which left two cocks for my sweet, wet mouth. Ha! So mathematical right?  Who knew the nerdy smart guys were such sexual animals. Wow! They were so kinky and hot, it did make my sweet hole ache for them. They all wanted to cover my tits in hot, thick,sticky jizz. Who was I to say no?

It was amazingly hot to much to write here so give me a call and I will let you shoot your hot load wherever you want.

ttys!!!

Hot slut Abby

The Tub

The water was lukewarm and the bubbles almost spilled over the edge of the tub. I laid into his chest and his hand pushed between my thighs. I shifted to allow him access to my cunt and his fingers pushed inside of me. Within second I was moaning, gripping at nothing, water splashing and coming.

“Hurt me”, I whispered directly in his ear. He pushed hard against my g-spot, grunted and I convulsed against him.

I shifted upward, pushed him against the length of the tub and positioned myself between his legs. My lips pressed against his and I kissed him deeply. My hand found his erect cock and I stroked him as my tongue pushed deeper in his mouth. I parted from him and licked up and down his Adam’s apple. I listened to air escape from his lips as I licked, sucked and stroked him. I pressed my body harder against him and his hands slid up and down my back.

“Are you ok?”, I whispered against his cheek.

“Mmhmmm,” he rumbled in his throat as I bit the side of his neck.

I went back to kissing him and continued stroking his cock. I felt his cock release pre-cum into the water as I pushed around my hand around it. Every so often he would scoop handfuls of water and drip them down my back and every so often I would break from his lips to gasp for air. The water felt warmer, hotter and my skin was burning with heat.

My mouth pressed and opened his mouth as I sucked his tongue like a cock. I licked the underneath of his tongue as I would with this cock. Soft moans pushed from his throat escaping through the cracks of our lips.

 I wanted him to fuck me in this tub right now. i wanted to feel him inside me, feel the water around me. I turned around, put my hands on the wall and stuck my ass in the air for him. He held onto my hips and I felt his wet cock pressing against my pussy lips. He shoved his cock hard inside me and fucked me so hard, I thought the shower walls would cave in.

I put my pussy in direct fire of one of the tub jets and felt the pressure on my clit flicking and pulsating water and vibrations against me til I couldnt take anymore. I screamed with pleasure, keeping myself in front of the jet til I was done cumming. My pussy muscles squeezed and pulsed around his cock, and he came hard and long. It was very erotic, my body felt weak and I felt drained.  I pulled apart from him and drained the tub.

I woke up a few hours later in my bed, alone, and remembering my erotic adventure in the tub.

Veru satisfied, I got up and went on with the rest of my day.

Need to be satisfied? Give me a call! I will satisfy any of your desires!

XOXOXO, JACKIE    1-866-949-9737

A cuckold dream

It was late when I got home from a night out with friends.  First dinner then dancing and drinks at the club where I did one shot, two shot, three shot four and ended up stripping on the bar.  Body shots followed and then I passed my panties around to every hard dick in the room.

When I got home I was so sore had trouble even making  it up the stairs to my condo my pussy was oooozing with hot creamy jizz from a night of dick. Panties absolutely soaked with hot sex juice mmmmm Licking my lips thinking about it now.  So very, very yummy.

I just unlocked the door and started to take off my stilettos when the new manager knocked on my door. I almost forgot  the rumors of him being a “cuck”  ha but something about the submissive way he held himself brought that thought to fruition.

Before I knew it I was on my sofa legs spread eagle up over his shoulders while he licked and sucked every single drop of my cream pie delight.  He cleaned me for hours drooling and moaning, savoring every drip of hot jizz and my honey too.

I need a good cuck again now….my juicy honey hole is ready to be fluffed and cleaned tonight.

Call Jade for hot cuckold phone sex!  I have lot’s and lot’s of kinky cuckold stories.

Want some “Candee”?

Are you looking for some “Candee” that won’t rot your teeth? However I will warp your mind with my twisted mind and hot body made for fucking.

I can be sweet and loving or a nasty bitch with a filthy mouth. I do love a good potty play phone sex call where we explore the tastes and textures of our bodily fluids.  I’m one of the nastiest sluts around these parts. I will do whatever it takes to make your call one that you won’t be able to forget.

If you’re into toilet slave phone sex calls then I want to hear from you! I love using my man as my own personal toilet. No need for toilet paper as long as I have you. I want you to drink my piss and eat my shit. Then clean me up with your tongue.

I do get soaking wet when I have a cock stuffing my tight ass full or fucking my cunt. I also have wave after wave of orgasms as I give and receive oral sex. I can’t get enough of sucking a cock dry. Cum is one of my favorite food groups!

I do all of my calls with a sick, and twisted imagination. I also play with my cunt with all of my calls. I’m horny 24/7.

Candee

1-866-949-9738

Games We Play (ageplay and familyfun entwined together)

I am his “little girl.” I call him “Daddy” and he calls me “little girl.” I often put my hair in pig tails and wear a schoolgirl outfit. Most often we play at the seduction… Daddy coming home from work and punishing his little girl for a call he got from my teacher or principal. He takes me over his knee and gives me a spanking, telling me that I need to be good. Dont I want to be good for Daddy? Dont I want to be Daddy’s good girl?

“Oh, yes, Daddy. I want to be good for you! Let me be your good girl!” I plead, my white cotton panties down around my knees, his hands perilously close to my sex. I am  squirming on his lap, grinding against his cock while he admires the red patterns his hands made across my bottom.

“If you really want to be my good girl then you’ll do something for me. Something that Mommy won’t do. But it has to be our secret.”

My eyes get comically big, looking up at him with tears rimming my eyes. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Anything! I won’t tell!”

He tells me to get on the floor. I start to pull up my panties but he has me leave them down. I get between his legs and he looks down to see the swell of my pussy, full and open like a flower in the morning, faint traces of my dew around the tendrils of my pubic hair.

Putting his hand on my chin he says, “Daddy needs help with a problem he has. He gets these pains and the only thing that can help him is if Mommy kisses him in a certain way. But she won’t do it. Won’t you help Daddy feel better?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy. Why won’t Mommy help you?”

“She gets tired of helping Daddy. She says that Daddy hurts too often. But you won’t feel that way, will you, honey?”

“Oh, no, Daddy. I want you to feel better!”

“Good girl,” he says, leaning back and undoing his buckle. He undoes the button of his pants and lowers his zipper. His cock is straining to be free and I see the bulge of him stressing the front panel of his whitey tighties, now dappled with pre-cum.

Freeing himself he says, “This is Daddy’s penis, honey. I need you to kiss me here.”

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” I say before gently showering the head of his cock with little kisses as he holds onto the shaft, feeling his pulse throb under his fingers.

I need him to tell me what to do. I am acting innocent, so he says, “That’s good, honey. Now, lick it, like an ice cream cone.”

My kisses change to little laps as I run the tip of my tongue over him, paying special attention to the underside of the head, knowing this drives him wild. I flick, making his leg jump. “Slow down, honey. Now just put it in your mouth a bit.”

“Like this, Daddy?” I ask, sliding the head into my mouth. He loves watching himself disappear into me.

“Yes….” he moans, “Just like that.”

He feels my tongue working, sliding up and down along the underside of his cock while I suckle him with my lips. He takes my right hand off of his thigh and wraps it around his cock. “Hold it tight, baby girl, and rub up and down.”

I do this obediently and moan. “It feels so nice, Daddy. It’s so warm and it makes my mouth tingle. Am I doing it right?”

“Yes, honey. You’re doing a great job. Try to take more of it in your mouth and move your head up and down a bit.”

“Okay, Daddy…. I’ll try…. but it’s so big!

 I move my mouth over him, my lips sliding down his shaft while I ring the base with my thumb and forefinger, gently tugging at him as I slide more and more of him into my mouth.

I look up at him with big, innocent eyes as I take him deeper and deeper, pleasing him. Pleasing my Daddy. He knew what this was doing for me…. to me. He knew that if he reached down and felt my pussy that I’d be sopping wet. But that’s not part of the plan.

Sometimes he tells me that my mouth isn’t enough. Daddy needs to do something else that Mommy won’t let him do.

Other times I ask for more. “I want to do everything that Mommy does for you,” I beg. He tells me that he’ll do something close… but that his girl needs to stay a virgin.

Either way, his girl gets fucked in the ass.

But, tonight, Daddy’s little girl is bringing him closer and closer to cumming with my sweet mouth.

“Oh, yes, baby. That feels good. You’re making Daddy feel so good. Daddy’s going to give you a treat. Just keep doing that and he’ll give you some candy. Daddy’s warm, rich candy, right in your mouth,” he says, laying it on thick. I moan around him, taking him even deeper, and he finds release in that moment.

My eyes go wide again as I swallow Daddy’s load. I keep him in my mouth, suckling him gently until he tells me that I was a good girl and pats my head.

I release him and, taking me by the shoulders, he has me lean back. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn to make you feel good,” he says.

He reaches between my legs, feeling my sex slick with desire. He finds my clitoris and takes it between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it gently.

“Oh, Daddy, that does feel nice,” I coo

“Good,” he says, rubbing my nubbin, feeling me rock against his hand. “Be sure to keep our secret and Daddy can make you feel like this all the time.”

He slips a finger inside of me, making his hand into a claw, his thumb on my clitoris, three fingers plunging inside of my pussy. His pinky he slides snugly into my anus and I gasp before driving myself farther onto it.

I was using his hand now to pleasure myself, bucking against it, his fingers going deeper inside.

“Yes, little girl. Lose control for me. Lose control for Daddy.”

I let go of an ear splitting scream as I cum on his hand. He feels my pussy gush and grasp at his fingers like a hungry mouth, the hard suckling slowing with each gasp for breath.

He finally pulls his hand free and I collapse in a heap.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, weakly.

He smiles and leans back, considering doing up his trousers but feeling his cock stiffening again as he looks down at his disheveled “daughter” and contemplates fucking me.

I smile to myself and think fondly of the games we play.