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I hear your hesitation the second you pick up, and I don’t let it slide. Don’t get caught up with Married Men Phone Sex…that’s what you’re craving, isn’t it? I can hear how desperate you are just for my voice, and I take it. I lean back, fingers on my thigh, my voice low and commanding. “Sit still and listen,” I say, “because I’m not here to play nice. You’re mine for the next few minutes, and I’ll decide how much you get to enjoy.”
You gulp on the other end, and I smirk, knowing exactly how much control I have over you. “I want to hear you thinking about me,” I command, dragging out each word. “Tell me what you’ve been hiding, every little filthy fantasy you’ve had about me. Don’t hold back… I own this moment, and I’ll take everything you give me.”
I let my fingers trace slow, teasing circles over myself, letting my voice slide lower, thick and sultry. “You like it when I take charge, don’t you? You love knowing I can make you squirm, make you beg… without even being in the same room.” My tone sharpens, dominant but dripping with lust. “Answer me. Tell me you want it, that you need it, that you’re completely mine tonight.”
Every sound you make feeds me, every pause, every quiet moan, I claim it as my own. “I control this,” I command, letting the words roll over you, “and I love knowing you’re hooked. The thought of you cheating on your wife just to be with me makes me super horny with no hesitation. Every little reaction, every gasp, every trembling breath… it’s proof that I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”
I lean closer to the phone, voice dropping even deeper, leaving no room for hesitation. “You’re addicted to me, and I don’t care who knows it. I want you on your knees begging for my dick to be down your throat, and up your asshole jammed in roughly. I love being the only one you want, the only one who can make you this desperate. And you? You’re going to stay that way for me.”
By the time we end the call, you’re hooked, breathless, craving more. I’ve taken every second, made you squirm, and left you wanting. I smile, satisfied, knowing that control… that power… is mine alone. And next time? I’ll make it messier, dirtier, and absolutely impossible for you to resist.
The phone never stops buzzing, and honestly, I love it. Every time a new number pops up, I know someone is craving me, eager for my voice, my energy, my control. Cock Worshiping Phone Sex isn’t just a pastime… it’s my power, my playground, and every caller is mine to toy with.
One guy rings nearly every day, and I grin knowing exactly how I’ve got him hooked. He thinks he’s chasing me, but I lead every interaction. I send little hints, playful commands, and he hangs on my words like a moth to a flame. The anticipation alone makes me thrill inside. Another caller thinks he’s sneaky, but I can hear the hesitation, the little sighs, the way his attention bends around my energy. Every single one of them is hopelessly drawn to me, and I revel in the effect I have.
Sometimes, I let them linger just a little too long, sending vague hints that make their imaginations run wild. I love imagining the chaos I cause… hearts racing, palms sweating, minds spinning… just because of my voice, my smirk, my teasing energy. One poor guy actually messaged me while I was mid-call with someone else, begging for a second of my time. I laughed and left him waiting, knowing full well he’d be back for more before the day ended.
I delight in how predictable they are, how easy it is to make them crave, imagine, and guess what I might say next. I keep a mental list: who called this morning, who’s likely thinking of me now, who I can push just a little further before they beg for attention. Every pause, every flirtatious laugh, every sly little comment is calculated to make them chase, linger, and fantasize without me ever doing anything but speaking.
Even when I hang up, I know I’ve left a trail. They replay my commands with my dick in their mouths, the tone of my laugh, the dominance of seeing them bent over ready for more cock. I own their attention, and I know it. When the next call comes, I’ll have them hooked on My BBC again, desperate to hear me, eager for my energy, and completely under my spell.
I love this game… the thrill, the tension, the way I can dominate without moving a muscle. Each new number that calls me only adds to my power, my reputation, my fun. I control the line, and every man who dials is just another part of my little empire. Until the next call, I’ll keep teasing, bragging, and letting them crave every second of my filthy, bossy, seductive energy.
I love knowing you’re pathetic enough to call me again, just to hear my voice. Shemale Domination Porn isn’t just a title… it’s me, it’s my energy, and you’re my little toy, hanging on every word I choose to throw your way.
“You called again?” I tease, letting my tone drip with amusement. “Can’t stay away from me, huh?”
“I… I just…” your voice cracks, and I laugh. Cute. You’re already trembling, already begging without realizing it. I adore that.
“Shut up,” I snap, a grin in my voice. “Do exactly what I say, when I say it. Got it?”
“Yes… Mika,” you stammer, soft, weak, obedient. Perfect. That’s what I want… you know your place. You’re nothing without me teasing, commanding, and controlling you.
I let a pause linger, just long enough to make your imagination run wild. “You like being my little bitch, don’t you?” I whisper, low, mean, and teasing. I can hear the gulp, the shaky inhale, the desperate nod I know you’re giving.
“Yes… I… I do,” you admit, and I grin. Weak. Pathetic. Just how I like you. Every word you say makes me more powerful, more in control, more satisfied with how easily you submit.
I tease you, let my laughter curl around the line. “Good. You’ll do whatever I want, won’t you?”
“Y-yes, Mika…” You’re practically begging, and I love it. The tension, the way you’re completely consumed by me, makes me feel untouchable. You’re mine, and you know it.
I lean back, enjoying the way you’re hanging on every syllable. “You’re nothing without me. Remember that. I own you. I decide, you obey, always.”
By the time I finally shoot my fat load, I know you’ll be begging on your fucking knees, replaying every word, craving the next command, the next tease. You’re mine to control, to twist, to dominate, and I love every second of it.
I know exactly why you’re calling, baby. That little secret part of you that nobody else gets to touch, the part that’s aching for me. Crossdressing Phone Sex is exactly what I want to give you tonight, guiding your hands, teasing every inch of you as you explore what you’ve been hiding.
I love when you wear those pink panties for me, baby. I love imagining them stretched tight over your cock, how desperate it makes you feel, how naughty it is to be caught between wanting to hide and wanting to please me. I want you slick with oil, rubbing yourself while imagining me straddling you, my BBC pressed against you, teasing you with every stroke.
Slide your hands along yourself, baby, feel how hot it gets when you grind, when you push into my imagined body, feeling me react with every twitch of your hips. Squeeze, rub, moan my name… let yourself get lost in it. I want your strokes sloppy, greedy, dragging yourself over me, desperate to give me everything.
Lean in and whisper to me, baby, tell me how those panties feel, tell me how hard you are for me. I want to hear your voice break, your breath shorten, every little shiver and gasp. Keep moving, pressing, teasing yourself while I guide you, make you feel exactly how I want.
You’re so close now… I can hear it, feel it through every word you whisper. Let go. Cum hard, baby, shiver, moan, twitch. Let it spill all over, feel yourself shaking, losing control, completely undone, completely mine.
Yeah… that’s it. Every gasp, every groan, every desperate stroke… just like that. You gave it all to me, wore those panties for me, and I made sure you felt every filthy second exactly how you needed it.
Hey baby, it’s Mika. You know you’ve been waiting for this. That voice you hear? That’s me, thick and teasing, ready to make you beg. You wanted Black Cock Phone Sex? Well, you got it. And trust me, I don’t hold back.
I can hear you already, that nervous little shiver in your tone. That’s what I live for. You love being under my control, don’t you? Sitting there, tight, wanting, imagining my thick hard BBC driving you wild while I laugh softly on the other end. You know I like to take charge, especially with men like you… rich, white, desperate to be dominated by a queen like me.
Let me tell you exactly what I’m doing right now. I’m leaning back, letting my long fingers tease myself, thinking about you. You can hear the wet sounds, can’t you? God, I know you can. And you’re already imagining it, imagining me sliding down on top of you, taking every inch, making you moan my name. I want to hear you beg, baby. Beg for me like I own you, because I do.
I’m not gentle. Not tonight. I’m all heat, all lust, and all power. I tell you exactly how I want you, how I want you on your knees, how I want your hands tied up while I take what I want. Every filthy thought you’ve ever had about me is about to come alive. I’m teasing, stretching, teasing again, knowing your pulse is racing with every word.
You’re lucky I’m generous. I like giving men like you exactly what you crave. My voice, my body, my thick hard BBC all mine all for you. I can hear you trembling now, desperate, lost. And I haven’t even touched you yet.
I slow it down then. Let you sit in that feeling. I remind you who brought you here and who controls how far this goes. My voice stays steady while yours starts to break, and I smile knowing I did that. I tell you to stay right there, to listen, to remember this moment.
By the time I’m done, you’re undone in the best way. Breathing heavy. Mind spinning. Knowing you’ll replay my voice later when you’re alone again. I end the call softly, confidently, leaving you wanting more.
After dark, baby, you already know where to find me.
Tranny Phone Sex starts the second I open my mouth and start giving orders. Sit your ass down and listen because once you’re on the line with me I’m in control. I want you worked up, hard, and already knowing you’re about to be handled.
I tell you to open your mouth wide and imagine my thick heavy cock right there demanding your full attention. I talk about the size, the weight and how badly you want to worship it. Your jaw would ache from trying to please me properly and I’d love every second of watching you struggle.
I tell you exactly when to stroke and exactly when to stop. Slower. Tighter. Now freeze. I enjoy hearing you breathe harder knowing you’re frustrated and needy and doing exactly what I say.
I make it clear who’s running this. My name is Big Dick Mika and I love the power that comes with it. I tell you how you’d kneel for me, how you’d work that mouth like it’s your job and how you’d beg just to keep going while I laugh and push you further.
I keep you right on the edge talking dirty and bossy telling you how good you look obeying. I describe how focused you are on me, my voice filling your head and my cock being the only thing you want.
When I finally give you permission to finish it’s on my terms. You’re shaking, spent and completely hooked on the way I took control.
You don’t call me to relax.
You call me because you want to be dominated.
Mika entered the room, every rich boy immediately kneeling, eyes glued to her with equal parts awe and fear. “One of you is going to feel the Biggest Cum Shot tonight,” she said, her voice smooth and commanding, “and the richest one who knows how to spoil me best is going to get everything he’s been craving.”
The richest guy swallowed hard and whispered, “Anything you want, Mika… I’m yours.”
“Good,” she murmured, circling him like a predator, letting the others squirm under her gaze. “You’ve earned this. You’ll feel every bit of control I hold, while they watch and wish they were in your place.”
She guided him into position with a firm hand, making him surrender fully to her command. Every movement, every gasp, every shiver was a reminder that she decided everything in the room. “You’re mine,” she whispered, voice low and sharp, “completely at my mercy, and you’ll remember this moment forever.”
The others moaned and whimpered, desperate for her attention, but Mika ignored them. She focused entirely on the richest one, teasing him, drawing out his anticipation, ensuring every second was hers to control. When he finally reached the edge, he collapsed into helpless surrender, undone in every way possible.
Mika smiled, stepping back as he trembled beneath her influence. The others stared, frustrated and powerless, as she reminded them all who was truly in charge and that only those who worshipped her properly got the ultimate reward.
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