Creampie Phone Sex with Phone Sex Geek

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As it gets closer to Christmas people seem to get more and more adventurous and glutinous. What kind of gluttony am I referring to, well I’m talking about cum eating phone sex. Slurping cum left and right, men can’t seem to get enough of the delectable taste of their own spunk. I mean, who can blame them? It’s my favorite source of protein. If you didn’t know I’m a vegetation, let me just inform you now. The only meat I ever eat is a nice thick cock; oh I just love to suck all the salty cum from them!

I bet you wish you had a engorged cock in your mouth so you could slurp up that wonderful jizz. You’re in luck little cum guzzler, I am looking for some forced bi phone sex sluts to train in the arts of cock sucking. Oh wouldn’t that be so much fun to grow fat off cum. Hehe I know you want to have every orifice of yours filled with dick and jizz; I know I do. 😉 Nothing is more satisfying than feeling cum drip out of your pussy and into a slave’s awaiting mouth after a good and hard fucking. Like a good cum eating phone sex slave you’d even suck that delicious cum right from my pussy, wouldn’t you!

You should be so lucky to be allowed to opportunity to lap up all that cum. I usually claim it all for myself. Hehe I’m such a cum eating whore, I want to savor every last drop. Listen, I don’t know why we’re wasting all this precious time, you need to call me right now so we can have a cum eating fetish fantasy! You’ll be hard-pressed to find a cum diva more passionate than me, Chelsea. 😉

Sissyboy Steve has Naughty Phone Sex Confessions

The other day I was playing WOW, just doing dailies and talking with friends, when I got a call from a new sissy.

Good for me because it was  a very fun and lengthy phone sex session with sissy Steve. He said that he wasn’t man enough to please his wife, having only a measly 4 inch dick. He confessed that he has been wearing her panties for a while now, and loves sniffing them too, especially when shes come home from being fucked by a big black cock.

Well humiliated cuckold Sissy Steve with his wimpy dick is starting to volunteer to be his slutty wife’s fluffer slut bitch. I mean there’s only so many things you can do when you’re under-endowed sissy right? I love small penis humiliation phone sex for that reason. It’s so fun to humiliate and abuse your little tiny dick and I know you love to hear my giggles and laughs now don’t you? hahahha!

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Erotic AsSITHxiation

Lately I’ve been playing a lot of Star Wars: The Old Republic. I’m a ruthless Sith Sorcerer who inflicts pain and suffering wherever she goes. I’ll stop at nothing to reinforce the authority of the Empire and I maintain a force based chauvinism that exalts those who are naturally gifted with force wielding abilities, and degrades those who are not to the role of chattel. Of course the precepts that I adhere to in game aren’t so very different from those that I practice in my day to day life. As a phone sex dominatrix and misandronist I don’t just believe that women are inherently superior to men; it’s a fact that I exemplify daily.

Imagine having an erotic phone sex encounter with me while I’m in my relentless Sith Sorcerer persona. Perhaps I would force choke you until you croaked out my name, begging me to release you from your suffering. You wouldn’t need to wear a posture collar to force you to look into my penetrating and steely gaze. I’d have my vice grip around your neck and my eyes would be the last thing you’d see before losing consciousness. Once you were unconscious who knows what I’d do to you. Perhaps I’d dress you up like a little slave girl and pass you around to my other sadistic Sith comrades. Maybe I’d chain you to the bedpost in my starship. Oh how I would love to take out my lust for blood on your tight and willing ass pussy. Once I come back from slaughtering villages full of innocents, my adrenaline will be high and I’ll be quite impatient. If I were you, I’d make sure I was lubed up in advance and had myself all prepared to be ravaged, otherwise it might not be too pleasant an experience for you. Of course, if you like it rough then by all means remain chained to my bed until I return, wallowing in your own filth. You know I like to see you debased and humiliated, nothing more than a disgusting phone sex slut that I use like a masturbation sleeve.

If these Star Wars themed phone sex antics seem intriguing to you, then rest assured my overactive imagination has countless other scenarios to subject you to. Perhaps you’re a bounty that I’m hunting on my Mercenary. Wouldn’t you love to play a little homicidal hide and seek? It would be extra fun to give you a little head start and make you feel like you’ve escaped me. Then when I finally caught up with you I could catch you by surprise. I wonder what I’d do to you once I secured you? I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks on that one. Of course, don’t count on there being any blanks in my blaster pistols. I assure you that they are both fully loaded and cocked for maximum punishment.

Desire and Memory: An Erotic Journey


the (i)d is the window to the soul.

You have dark secrets. Caves carved behind the paperthin layer of polite humanity that you construct everyday to hide your deviance; your unspeakable lusts. They’re rife with the whispers, fears, dark motivations and expectations that cast a shadow on your everyday interactions and cloud your mind with the memory of unfulfilled desire. After years of maintaining this throng of hidden experience, it starts leaving telltail signs on your countenance. Things that you thought you would be able to hide forever, without a single witness, now start to creep their way out into the open, scarring your every thought with a spiderweb of secrets. The paper shroud of courtesy and properly socialized behavior that is inscribed onto your gestures in public starts to wear thin, revealing the well of loneliness that you hold inside. You’re desperate. You’re frantically searching for some release. Some way to fulfill those errant fantasies. You’ve found it. I’ll stir the dark waters of your passion until your desire to please yourself evaporates, and your desire to please me starts to take hold. A wave of pleasure that will consume your mind and flush all your darkest secrets into the open.

humans are capable of smelling over ten thousand scents simultaneously

Ten thousand voices clamoring in the crowd. Ten thousand hormonal responses. Ten thousand synapses firing. Ten thousand wishes. Yet every one is much like the other. You can’t rise above the clamor to distinguish that one dulcet tone; that one intoxicating scent that calls to you, inviting you to see it out. Clear your mind of distractions and invite me in.
I know what lurks beneath your smooth, smiling, and hygienic exterior. It’s dark and red and dirty. It’s full of un-lived lusts and un-acted atrocities.

knock knock. I’m here.

Perhaps you’ve stumbled across me. Maybe you’re a seasoned phone sex veteran and you’re looking to try something new. Perhaps you’ve finally learned to discern that one hypnotic scent from among the thousands of others clamoring for your attention. Whatever the reason, know that you’ve arrived at your destination. I have only to knock on the fragile walls of your secret mind, and every desire you’ve ever hidden from anyone will echo to me from the dark cave of your consciousness. I’m the ultimate in hypnotic phone sex because I’m able to read those scripted interactions that dictate your responses in polite company. I read them, memorize them, and then strip them away. You’ll beg me to restore you some vestige of your humanity. your dignity. That fragile shell of courtesy and social punctilio that you use to hide the dirty phone sex addictlurking within. Be prepared for erotic nirvana. I’ll let your monsters out, until your own desires have ravaged you haggard and you’re begging me for mercy.

A Panty Lover’s Daydream

panty fetish phone sexYou’re always at the laundromat on Thursdays, because that’s when SHE is there.

You’re sitting with your back to the gumball machine, just waiting for her to arrive. She doesn’t know you, in fact, she has never even noticed you. To her, you’re just another pathetic, poorly dressed loser probably waiting for his mom to finish her laundry and take him back to his murky basement hovel. You can smell her before you see her. It’s a singular scent like peppermint, lilacs and something else you can’t quit define, something uniquely her. You strain to catch fragments of the scent as she walks in the door.

You poor sniveling bastard.

You lean forward, eyes slightly closed, and you imagine being drowned in the scent of her. The musky woman smell washes over you like a wall of sound, deafening in its intensity. You can’t think or speak or even move. All you can do is just inhale, and feel your pathetic dick slowly swell in your pants as she comes into view.  You watch the curve of her breast heave as she lifts up her laundry and carries it past you, overwhelming you once again with a torrent of pheromones. You imagine just burying your face in her spandex running pants, inhaling her scent so deeply that it becomes part of you, a prisoner to your twisted phone sex fantasies. You could talk to her, you could reach out and touch her but you don’t. You can’t. You’re immobilized by her intoxicating presence. It’s at this point that your eyes flitter over to her laundry and your breath catches in your throat.

She’s about to wash an entire load of panties.

There are lacy ones, thongs, g-strings, cheeky shorts, black and yellow, pink and orange. You feel your spit pooling in your mouth and move a finger up to the corner of your lip to wipe away a spot of moisture. You can see that some of the panties even have some damp spots on them, some stains where the hot juices of her sex have drenched them. You feel yourself getting harder now and you imagine jumping up, running over to her and grabbing those panties. You imagine taking them home and just rubbing them all over your body, licking at the stains and wet marks, trailing the lace over your cock and your legs. The soft borders of the lingerie would tickle you with their edges, as soft as a woman’s eyelash. You close your eyes and groan softly, trying to rub yourself through your pants without anyone noticing. You visualize what it would be like to rub yourself through HER pants, her silky underthings teasing your balls and assaulting your senses with their enveloping scent. You groan a little louder now and you notice that she has turned around.

You’re in a panic.

Thoughts flicker across your mind like a frenetic slideshow. What will you do? What will you say? You’re surprised when you notice a glint of recognition appear in her eye. She picks up one of her panties and starts striding over to you with it in her hand, balled up into a fist.

What does she do next? What do you do? Care to continue the fantasy?

I know that you little cum eating, panty lovers just love a good session of panty sniffing and humiliation phone sex . With my wicked mind and detailed fantasies, I’ll arrest your senses and immerse you in the cruel and creative universes that I design for your torment (and my pleasure). Expect a session of intensely erotic, and devastatingly devious phone sex when you call Princess Chelsea.

Fucking My Way to A’s

fetish phone sexEven as smart as I am, I’ve never been what you’d call an ideal student; I cheated, made others do my homework, and slept my way through life. I suppose I haven’t changed that much *giggles* I’ve been thinking about some really hot and dirty phone sex.  I recently had a call where I was a naughty schoolgirl who used her charms to seduce her college professor to pass her class. Well, after that call I couldn’t help but notice how wet and hot my pussy was; I was really turned on. I couldn’t help but think back on all my years I spent dreaming about fucking my teachers, I could have graduated with high honors!

I’m really in the mood for some teacher-student roleplay phone sex. I can just imagine straddling you at your desk and riding that cock like a stallion. I’d show you how much of a whore I truly am! Hehe I bet you’d just love for me to be kneeling underneath your desk sucking your dick in the middle of a lecture. You’d have to try to hard not to moan out as you cum all over my face and tits.

What’s life without risk I say, we should make things interesting and have some fetish phone sex.  I could jump you while you go to the restroom as school and lock you in a stall with me. Knowing at any moment someone could walk into the room and hear us fucking.  *giggles* You’d lose your job if they caught us! I’d ride that cock of yours five times a day if I could. I’d tell all my friends that I was fucking you too so every time they saw you, they’d know that I was your little whore. You know, I bet your wife wonders why you come home every night smelling like my tight pussy. I think I have her phone number somewhere around here…

So teach, if you don’t want me to spill the beans, you should really give me an A in your class. Hehe

Well, what are you waiting for; give Staci a call for some taboo phone sex.

Weak Men Are My Toys

We’re not strangers to the taboo, while providing exciting phone sex one tends to sample all the flavors. Its frequent virgin men look to me in question, gathering up the courage to ask me to fuck them. They play, trying to dance around the subject. Perhaps they think their desires will be met with scorn. Well, let’s set the record straight, I love it all.  From foot worship to mistress worship, even good old fashioned romance; there’s nothing that doesn’t get me wet. I do have my favorites, don’t get me wrong; I love forced bi and forced feminization phone sex calls. Hehe

When a man calls me begging to be humiliated and forced to wear panties, I get super excited.  You see, I am a natural born mistress; I love to be dominating and force men to do what I want. Binding and tying men up and forcing them to watch as I slowly slip lacy panties on them, watching them squirm and try to break away—ooh baby! Clad in lace and knee high stocking, I only let them fuck me then… If they’re lucky enough. And they rarely are.

I’m always looking for another sissy bitch to clean my house on their hands and knees. Their only tool for cleaning is their wet little tongue and they better do a good job or they will get a spanking. hehe.  How I love to make them bark for me like a good puppy, woofing my name as they go do what I command. Those kinky fetishes are another of my favorites.  When my puppy is a good boy and does everything I command, I sometimes tie him up to a post and allow one of my other slaves to mount him, or even lap up his own cum from a doggie bowl.

You better for forget to ask this Princess Mistress for permission before cumming, or else I will be very cross. Hmph! Whatever your flavor, I’m sure to serve the best domination phone sex you’ll ever have. What are you waiting for, shall I get out a collar? Hehe

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Feeding Your Cum Eating Fetish

cum eating phone sexYou already knew these hot ladies are the best in fetish phone sex but what you may not know is that includes just about every fetish. One fetish I’ve really gotten into over the last month or so Is cum eating. You boys really love to open up and swallow all that creamy cum! Honestly I had never known that it was such a big fetish till I started doing all kinds of calls with you guys over it. Are you a cum fetishist? Do you like jizzing all over your face? how do you like to do it? what’s your favorite position?

I know there are some of you that really want to eat your own cum too. You want to give in and I want to help you. First timers, don’t be alarmed. I’m sure in the past you’ve thought about it and chickened out of cum eating at the last moment. I can help you get over that fear by introducing it gradually. Besides, when you have my sweet voice in your ear giggling and encouraging you, I can bet that you will want to do it even more!