“Forced” Bisexual Phone Sex
May 10, 2013 | 
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I find that when I am in most social situations, the thoughts that run through my mind are not the usual kind. Take this situation for instance, I walked in to a house party of a good friends and saw a few drunken 20 something boys play fighting and wrestling most of them were in tight-fitting cyclist gear.
Most girls would scoff at this find something more interesting to amuse themselves with.
Not I, says the Domme at the vanilla house party…I stayed and watched.
I wanted to see who was the the most tipsy and who was enjoying themselves a little too much…I can spot them from a mile away, the Boys that use this seemingly innocent ‘rough housing’ as a way to fulfill a sexual longing for their close friends.
This is a situation that I am always willing to take advantage of.
Like I said, I watch and wait. I set eyes on the ones I wanted have ‘perform’ for me. The next part was terribly easy, it almost wasn’t fair. I offered the two friends, anything of their choosing from what I call my ‘Alice Box,’ although before we could partake we obviously had to seclude ourselves.
We searched and found a large seemingly empty bedroom that contained nothing but a mattress. They chose their party favors from my Alice Box and all of a sudden they’re feeling warm and fuzzy while I, completely sober began to talk to them about how watching them wrestle in the yard made pleased me immensely and how I quieted us away so I could witness a private encore.
This was received well and with no hesitation. One picked up the other and tossed him onto the mattress. I requested that they remove their shirts and the both did so with great haste. After watching them continue to caress/wrestle I told them “I want a winner. I want to see someone submit.”
When I said this one got a head up on the other and got him into a hold he couldn’t escape. He had him pinned and I realized they they were both visibly aroused. I asked them to kiss for me and after only a moment of hesitation they began to kiss each other deeply. Then all at once a kiss turned into a full on make out session and within moments they both had their cocks out and were feverishly jacking off while kissing, licking and even biting each other- supposedly all for my amusement.
I was thoroughly pleased with both of them after they came on each other as per my request, got dressed and went back out into the party.
I absolutely love having guys go to any length to please Me. Not thinking twice about obeying My every word. Trusting Me completely…There truly is nothing better. Looking for some adventurous bisexual phone sex role play with a demanding mistress?
Then you may have met your match.
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Most Mondays-Wensdays-Thuradays-Fridays-Sundays from 12am-8am or later
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Mistress Mercy West
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Fun with the FuckSaw
You know it’s going to be a good date when a guy shows up with power tools. And I don’t mean ‘power tools’ as a euphemism for vibrators or other sexy hardware.
In this case I’m talking about a legitimate 18v cordless reciprocating saw with a twist: a unique little attachment that allows one to attach a vac-u-loc dildo to the end. Some of you already know. That’s right, I’m talking about the timeless fucking machine for the home improvement set, the FuckSaw!
Fast forward through a little consensual BDSM play and a lot of rope and we get to the point in the evening where I am tied, hands behind my back and legs held open and fastened down to the bed. I am almost painfully aware of how vulnerable my body is, and as much as I want him to put that crazy thing inside of me, I am a little afraid of it too. It doesn’t help (or does it?) that he gets this sinister gleam in his eye when he brandishes the tool and takes in the scene.
I’m sure he whispered something dirty to me at that point, but I don’t remember what it was. All I remember is the way the rounded tip of the dildo felt as it pushed inside me, the man on the other end probing my pussy as if to calibrate the depth of the thrust. Or just build in anticipation. When would he turn the thing on?
Oh.
My.
God.
He teased me with it for a long time, fast, slow, deep, shallow, all the way on through to the point where I had squirted myself dry (I was still having those kinds of orgasms, but nothing came out!) and begging him to stop.
Which, of course, he didn’t.
And then I came some more.
Wanna hear more? Call me and get all the juicy details! 
Cindy
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Phone Sex Submissive
I don’t know why His voice has this effect on me, but the second I realize it’s Him calling, my pulse quickens. The flush spreads across my face, settling like a scarf around my collarbone and cleavage. There is a lump in my throat, but it isn’t from any emotion like sadness. It is the physical manifestation of my desire to please Him, a literal catch in my throat because I am, uncharacteristically, speechless. I don’t know what to say, because from this point forward every thing I do and say will be determined by Him.
I know this predictable, involuntary reaction of mine is why He chose me as His phone sex submissive. Indeed, He delights in reminding me that He can tell how close I am to coming by the way my breath sounds. (And the bastard can, I kid you not.) He makes me get on all fours, furiously rubbing my own cunt while He describes in excruciating detail what my ass must look like, thrust into the air and wiggling shamelessly.
“You know what I would do to that ass if I were there with you, don’t you?”
The fucking billion-dollar question. Oh yes, I know. I can picture it. I am instantly transported into the fantasy. He lifts His arm, letting it fall hard and fast against my bottom until my cheeks are pink and tender. The stinging slaps jiggle my ass and send vibrations ricocheting through my pussy. I begin to gush. He cups me from behind, gathering my wetness into His palm. Obscenely slick, wet sounds inform me He is slathering my juices all over His cock. I feel Him position Himself behind me. Fingers dig roughly into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, thumbs pressing against the sensitive flesh just beyond the pucker of my sphincter. My own moans sound alien to me.
“Is this what you want? My hard cock in your ass? You dirty, dirty girl.”
I feel the tip of Him push inside and my body fights the sensation for a moment before surrendering. The pain lasts a few tantalizing strokes, and then I cannot pretend I don’t want this. My orgasm builds quickly, and the eruption sends me into convulsions and sobs of relief.
“Yes, that’s right. Such a good girl…”
If you want to hear for yourself how hard I come for a Dominant man, call and make me your phone sex submissive today.
Tonya
866-SEXY-832
Bend Over!
I am super excited about our phone sex special this month, in case you missed the post earlier we are offering 30 mins for the price of 20 or 45 for the price of 30. Thats right, for bending over and taking it from Uncle Sam you can get a little extra time with me! Or any of my hot and naughty friends on here. But here’s why you should choose me, at least for this particular situation!
I understand that getting fucked by the IRS may make a few of you men squeamish. Not all, but if you enjoy getting it up the ass, that’s all well and good but not my area of expertise. (Editor’s Note: Try Mercy or Chaps!) Me, I love getting fucked hard in the ass. Doing my taxes was still ungodly awful and painful. Yet here I am, still longing to have something shoved up my butt.
My pussy gets wet at the thought of being bent over and ass-fucked by you, by dear old Uncle Sam, by the stranger down the street…Let’s get creative! I am sure we can come up with some absolutly delightful situations where my ass is bare and your hard cock is pounding away. Seriously my tight little bum can’t get enough!
I know, I know, you didn’t love the ole heave-ho Uncle Sam gave you, but please don’t let all that pent up energy and frustration go to waste when I am sitting here all hot and bothered. My ass is here waiting, my pussy is dripping, so come along and let’s play!
AmyLyn
866-SEXY-832
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Milf Phone Sex
So I have a teenage daughter who has started dating, and I have been meeting the boys she has wanted to date. Which has been kind of interesting…
One of the boys happened to be a bit older then I would have liked for her, but if I forbid it, she would go anyways and continue to see the boy without my permission. So when I met this one boy- we will call him Jake- Jake happens to be in his very early 20′s attractive, smart and just plain funny. So I told my daughter I wanted to meet this young man and have a bit of a conversation with him to see what intentions he has with my only daughter.
When we met, I was instantly taken back by how gorgeous he was. And of course some of my own teenage insecurities came back. Until he started to hit on me. Now I know what you are thinking. My god, he is dating your daughter… Well to be honest, he was kind of hard to resist. *giggles*
We talked and I got to know him and things happened, so one day I invited him over for diner and wanted to see their interactions, but my daughter was not home yet. He arrived early and we talked, and talked some more… Still an hour had passed and nothing so I called my daughter to find out where she was and she had said she was off with another boy from her school. I was floored, so I asked her what I should do about Jake, and she said just tell him I am not going to be coming home, I am out with friends.
I agreed and figured it was best for her to tell him and not lead him on any longer. Once I came back in he living room I noticed he was much more comfortable and he had a look in his eyes I had not seen before. It was that hungry look. And so I said. “Jake I am sorry, my daughter is not going to be home for a while. Looks like I arranged this all for nothing.”
The look in his eyes spoke a thousand words and then his words took on the meaning held in his eyes. “Ohh, Miss Moore, I think you had other plans, didn’t you?” I looked at him confused for a second before I realized what he meant. I did not get a single word out before he had grabbed me and pulled me close and I felt his lips hot against mine. The weight of his body crushing against my breasts and the feeling of his cock hard against my thigh as he pinned me to the couch… The feel of him was intoxicating and the way he kissed me was nearly primal… I gave in… Now I know what you must be thinking by now… Ohh no Mom he is your daughter’s boyfriend!
But by this point I do not think she cared anymore and to be honest he did not seem to care much either. We never made it past the floor in front of the couch. His hands tearing at my clothing, his hunger devouring my lips with his own… My clothing and his clothing seemingly melted away and we were consumed by a mass of writhing naked flesh. Hands, mouth teeth tongue danced and writhed in erotic Delight as we took what we wanted from each other.
The sex was fantastic, and now I finally understood why men love MILF’s! Lol. So call me for MILF phone sex and find out why experience makes all the difference!
Ava Moore
866-739-9832
Tax Relief Phone Sex Special
Have I mentioned how much I hate doing my taxes? I mean, I don’t imagine many of us get off on it, but I really really really dislike dealing with finances. The business side of running a business, if you will. It isn’t that I’m incapable, I’d just much rather prance around being arty and creative, and let somebody else handle the icky accounting stuff. Want to inflict sadism this masochist won’t like? Force me to do math. Lol! But seriously, being a small business owner means the buck stops here, so I’ve spent the past month freaking out over taxes and money and dammit I’m sick of it. The forms were completed and e-filed weeks ago, but I just dropped off checks to the post office so I can finally breathe again. *shudder*
In honor of my deep-rooted hatred of all things tax-related, I’d like to invite you to join me in loud round of “fuck the IRS!” Who’s with me? Fuck the IRS! Fuck the IRS! Fuck the IRS! I’ll even throw in a pretty damn generous tax relief phone sex special! Call via dispatch anytime through the month of April and ask for the “Tax Relief Special” to get either a 30 minute call for the price of 20, or a 45 minute call for the price of 30! (Limit of one per customer.) Let your favorite Bay City Blues phone sex sweetie soothe the painful memory of being sodomized by Uncle Sam. Unless of course that’s your thing, in which case I’m sure she’d be happy to lube you up for him…
Also, part two of my podcast interview with Dr. Dick’s Sex Advice is available now! I had a lot of fun chatting with him, and I think many of you will appreciate my unfiltered take on phone sex work.
Ok, now who’s going to come fuck the numbers out of my head?
Tonya
866-739-9832
Spanking Phone Sex
It’s not like I hadn’t been trying to earn that spanking, I had been baiting the poor man for a week or more. I can be a proper brat when I want to be, and one of my favorite games to play is, “Oh? Is this sexy? Does that turn you on? Oh what, I had NO IDEA!” Typically accompanied by a deviant smile and a cute little butt wiggle. I had even sent him pictures of myself in this great little purple schoolgirl skirt I have. I was wearing panties that matched and showed off my tight, round ass. The message I wanted to send was: Spanking Required.
I think I accomplished that goal because when he did finally manage to get his hands on me he gave me the spanking of my life. There wasn’t even a lot of foreplay, unless you count his hand at the back of my neck using handfuls of my hair to push me around. (Okay, so maybe that is foreplay. I certainly liked it.) He pushed me over his knees and growled something in my ear about what a bad little girl I had been and how much I deserved what was coming to me. I don’t think I really heard it anyways, I was too busy noticing how wet the whole thing made me. My clit came alive and I had to buck my hips a little bit on his thighs, like trying to scratch an itch I couldn’t reach.
It didn’t matter much anyways, because before I could get into any kind of a rhythm he started wailing on my ass. Large rough hands took me by surprise, cupping the supple flesh as if he were trying to tenderize it before each new assault. My pussy was dripping down my leg by the time he was done, and my ass was so warm and red I knew I would be able to feel it through my pants on the way home!
Live out your Spanking Phone Sex Fantasy with me!
Cindy
866-SEXY-832
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Home Sweet Home
I am back visiting the amazing, naughty, and fantastic city – Portland, Or!
After a wonderful night of sleep in a real bed I am go for business. Hotel sex is the best! I booked a room with two beds, one for sleep and one for play. So far I have fucked three times and had my ass beat like a naughty brat, and this is only day one!!
If all goes according to plans I have a hot date tonight, my first female encounter! She really helped open my eyes to being sex positive. After her though my nights are pretty open. Want to help make my nights memorable?
The biggest need I have right now is to be treated like a dirty little slut, be used abused and fucked like crazy. Can I be your dirty little phone sex whore tonight?
Picture me setting at your knee, waiting …watching… anticipating your every move. Kneeling, my tight wet pussy dripping on to my calves, my eyes focused on you… Your hand on my shoulder, working its way down… slowly down my breasts… lower to my stomach… and finally resting on my sweet mound. Where do we go from here?
I’m waiting for you, I promise I wont let you down.
AmyLyn
866-SEXY-832
Podcasts and Workshops and Phonesex, oh my!
Hello, my dedicated phonesex perverts! Just a quickie to pass on a few titillating links…
First of all, part one of a two-part podcast interview I did with Dr. Dick’s Sex Advice is available now…Click here to listen! And keep an eye out for the second part of our chat, which will be available next week.
Second, I’ll be co-teaching a Sex & Creativity Workshop on Saturday, May 4th with my dear friend/mentor/inspiration, Eleanor O’Brien. If you’re interested in learning how to talk dirty and roleplay better, or in creating your own erotica (poetry, stories, performance pieces, etc.), check out the workshop description on the Dance Naked Productions website. You can buy a ticket if you scroll down the page past the course description and teacher bios. Hope to see some of you there- I promise it will make your sex life juicier!
Or you can just take a shortcut and call me for some kinky phone sex…Heh.
Tonya
866-SEXY-832
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Chaps Has A Daddy Fantasy
I love to share your taboo phone sex fantasies with you. It’s funny how your fantasies actually emulate many of my fantasies or even real life situations or scenes. Take the Daddy fantasy. Yes, many girls do love having a Daddy they fantasize about and I am no different.
My Daddy is a little different than some Daddies though. My Daddy is much rougher with me than some. He’s the kind of Daddy I have fantasized about and masturbated to since I can remember. The fantasy that would go through my head as I would lie face down on my little twin size bed, pillows plumped up between my legs and just under my clit. The fantasy I would see behind closed eyes as I would grind myself and whisper the cries of “no, no, no” that I didn’t want anyone to hear (because secretly, begging my Daddy no was part of what made me cum!)
For a very long time, I’ve fantasized about the dynamic of playing very dirty and savagely rough, with physical force and threatening words from the most taboo of all role models….I have a Daddy fantasy.
My ideal Daddy would be loving and care for me and about me. My fantasy Daddy wouldn’t harm me for the world. He gives soft kisses and gentle pats on my ass as he sends me off to bed. My Daddy would hug me close and I would feel nurtured and wanted in his arms. My Daddy would want to know what I’ve been up to, where I am going, if I got home safely, and what my plans are when he is away. My Fantasy Daddy checks on me through the day and I am a happy little girl to always know that he wants to know who I’m with and where I am at. I also know a secret…You can read more here about how my Daddy “NEEDS” me.
Do you like Daddy fantasy phone sex calls? Call me now at 1-866-SEXY-832. I would love to share my Daddy fantasy with you! Late at night is the best time to keep our secret. It is quiet and in our fantasy, Mommy wouldn’t hear…
Chaps~
1-866-SEXY-832
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