Category: Roleplay Phone Sex

Let’s Play House!

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I’ve always been the motherly type, even when I was younger. Everyone can remember the games we use to play as little ones like freeze tag and hide and go seek, but my favorite was “House”. It always happened when my family got everyone together and left us rug rats to entertain ourselves. They would put me in charge because well, I was the smartest. (winks) I remember saying right away… “Lets play house, I get to be the mama!” That would make such a commotion about who wanted to be the “daddy” My older cousin Leroy would eventually get it and the games would begin. I would pretend to do motherly things like clean and talk on the phone before my sons and daughters needed dinner. Some were old enough where they could eat real food but others wanted to drink “milk”. We would go into a corner and I would undo my training bra and all my cousins got to see my developing titties. I would tell them to suck and lick on it like how Aunt Sherry breastfeeds her new angel. Then daddy Leroy would come in and tell everyone to get out. He was way much older than everyone and he definitely knew what he was doing. He would say it’s time for daddy to get some loving. I would lay back and he would get on top on me and hump my little kitty. Every time they came over this game “house” would get kinkier. I remember one day playing this naughty ol game. Leroy told me to take my panties off and he was going to stick his privates inside of mine. All of my sons and daughters had to pretend to be taking a nap but we all know they were watching as Mommy and Daddy humped each other. We had a closed-knit family so everyone kept this game our little secret.

I wonder if you would be up for playing a little game of House. I get to be the Mama of course. Who will you be?

 

Role play phone sex: Naughty school girl

They were describing what they wanted and I just nodded and took notes; I didn’t really care what they wanted me to do for these private parties.  I just liked making the dough and scoring some drugs afterward.  So, I arrived in my best school girl uniform; and, I was surprised at the guests.  They were about 12 older men, each one about 50-70 years old.  I shrugged and made my way to the center of the room, which looked more like a stage.  They had gone to elaborate efforts, and I thought that was kinda sweet and kinda creepy at the same time.  What were these old guys wanting with a school girl?

The host of the part came up to me and reminded me what I was supposed to do.  I had forgotten because I had been so shocked at the age of my customers!  I walked around the room, bending down seductively; then, sitting for a few minutes.  And, you wouldn’t believe it: these old men were crawling on the floor like teenagers to look up my skirt!  I pretended that I didn’t seem them; then, I acted shocked that they would do such a thing.  I reprimanded them, saying that they were too young to do that and that their moms would be ashamed!  I had to bite my tongue a few times to keep from laughing.  Those men who were old enough to be my grandpa were turning red-faced like a bunch of teenagers!

Then, as the final touch, I sat in the middle; the lights were turned off except for the candles sitting around me.  I undressed slowly and left my white panties on, as instructed.  Then, I began rubbing my clit for them.  It was too dark to see anything, but the groans in the dark were undeniable clues that several men were masturbating.  I was shocked at how quiet they were as I continued to masturbate.  Then, when I came, I snuggled underneath the sleeping bag.  After several minutes, the lights were turned on and my money was right across from me.  That was my cue to go; it was a pretty easy way to make a lot of cash!

BBW Phone Sex with Glenda: Pussy and Cock for Brunch

I woke up early this am because I got a call from the couple I recently house sat for. They wanted more fun with their favorite horny BBW. Well it’s Sunday Funday and I was going to have some fun. Some hot fun. I put on something sexy and headed to the valley. I think I left a puddle on my car seat in anticipation of another hot threesome. When I arrived, they greeted me with Mimosas and chocolate covered strawberries. We all went into the bedroom and got comfortable. I love them because they enjoy worshipping my body. They laid me on the bed  and fed me strawberries. He then straddled my face so I could suck his cock, while she got between my legs and dipped those chocolate strawberries into my pussy. She said my nectar made those strawberries yummier. At one point she was eating them out of me as I was sucking her man’s beautiful dick. Then he poured a Mimosa over my big beautiful breasts and they both licked it off my body. Sunday brunch was being served on my body.

Once his cock was good and hard, they switched positions.  I was now licking her sweet honey out of her beautiful tight cunt. Such sweet puffy pussy lips. He slid his cock into my snatch while I tongued her cunt. Her juices were flooding my face while my juices  were flooding his cock. We fucked each other for hours. They are such a hot fun couple and I love joining them.  I have never really considered myself bisexual, but I love this woman. I would fuck her with no cock around.  You have a bi curious wife? I’d love to join you guys. Threesomes are my new addiction. Pussy and cock at the same time is so hot.

Blackmail Phone Sex: Masquerade

The boss had rented a nice large house for us to throw a masquerade party.  I was really angry at him because he hadn’t given me the raise that he promised; however, I couldn’t pass up free drinks and a party.  I dressed as a cat, my outfit entirely black and gold.  My black hair blended in perfectly and I was proud of how I looked.  When, I arrived, I saw someone else with my same outfit; I asked a friend who it was.  She told me that it was Lisa, the chick my boss was fucking (even though he was married).  Instantly, my mind began to run in a wicked vein; and, I shared my plan with my friend.  Maybe it was the liquor, anger at not getting a raise, or thrill of it all; but, we decided to go for it.

While my friend led Lisa away, I took the tramp’s place.  I tried to deepen my voice like the tramp’s; and, the boss was so drunk that he really didn’t notice any difference.  It was so easy!  I kept flirting with him openly; and the more that I did, the more he drank and continued flirting back.  Finally, he said what I had been waiting for: “Let’s go to one of the bedrooms and do that thing you know that I love.”  I nodded.  The idea of having sex with my boss was not appealing; however, I knew that I wanted to have some leverage over him…and I desperately wanted that big raise.

When we got to the room, he hurriedly took off his clothes.  I was confused because he wasn’t groping me or trying to kiss me; in fact, he lay down in the bathtub, where I followed him.  I flipped the camera on my phone to take video and sat it on the counter in the bathroom.  “Okay, honey, I’m ready!” he announced.  “Oh, don’t be shy now; you know you love it, too!” he said when I hesitated.  I stood there, unsure of what to do until he said something that I didn’t expect: “Come on, Lisa, give me that golden piss of yours!”  He opened his mouth and waited.  I stripped down the bottom part of my costume and pressed my pelvic bone upwards.  After all of the drinks that I had enjoyed, I knew there was plenty of his “golden piss.”  I thought about all of the things that I was going to do with the money I got from my raise as I showered him in all of my piss!

Smoking Fetish Phone Sex with Cassandra: Human Ashtray

I walked into his bar; not sure what to expect as I’m never allowed in Master’s place of business. I thought I was waiting in the car like a good girl, so sneaked a smoke break. He must have known I would be naughty without his watchful eye. Master could smell the smoke on me when I entered the bar and he was not pleased. Only he is allowed to smoke, but never me. A good slave should be seen, never heard and certainly never smelled. I saw Master from behind the bar and I knew what his hand signal meant. I got down on my knees and crawled to him with my lit cigarette in my mouth. When I reached his feet, he removed the cigarette from my mouth and I opened my mouth wide. First, I got a hard slap across the face; then he put the lit cigarette out on my tongue.

Master reached in his pocket for a lighter and pulled it out to light another cigarette. When it was lit, he drew in a long drag and blew the smoke in my face, which was followed by a hard slap. I inhaled deeply his smoke with every drag he took, and said “I’m sorry Sir, with every smack I received. Every time he smacked my face, he called me his “Pretty Ashtray.” I am happy to be his pretty human ashtray. After all, I was born to belong to men, to be used by men, to serve men. How would you like to use me Master?

Roleplay Phone Sex with Brooklyn

If you have a nice cock, I’m pretty much game for anything. One of the bulls in my pen loves role plays. I have been a naughty school girl; a nasty nurse;  a biker babe;  a nympho secretary; an inspiring starlet….. You name it; I have played it for his 11 inch cock. Today’s request was more simple, and I thought sort of boring. He just wanted me to wear glasses. He insisted glasses were hot and would make me look smart. I was insulted at first because he was implying I was dumb. I am certainly not dumb; I know big cock is better and there are all kinds of stupid bitches out there who think size doesn’t matter. But, I am weak for the big cocks so I went to the drug store and bought a pair of cheaters.

I went home and even dressed put on a sexy little business suit to fit the “smart look.” I waited for him to come over.  Like clockwork, he showed up at 11:00 AM. When I answered the door, he was in nerdy glasses, khaki pants, a polo and carrying some big case. Apparently, my computer caught a nasty virus and needed a good scrubbing. I explained that I am a college professor and I need my computer clean and running efficiently. He asked me if I ever looked at pornography and I assured him an educated woman like me would never look at such filth. He informs me that most computer viruses come from pornography viewing.

He opens my computer and begins to look around, and imagine my embarrassment when  he not only finds the naked pictures of me, but a history of all the naughty sites I have visited.  I act embarrassed that I have been caught, but then see the bulge in his pants. “I guess you like my naked pics?” I say. He replies, why yes ma’am, you are not only gorgeous but smart.” I then unzipped his pants and out pops a monster cock that rivals any porn star cock I’ve seen.  I tell him he missed his calling; instead of making sure computers run smoothly he should be making sure pussies run smoothly. I then become a goddess on my knees, and work his huge shaft in my mouth; my eyes bulging and watering from the girth of that thing! After 20 minutes of polishing that knob and nearly gagging, he pushes my legs apart, pulls back my panties and sticks his tongue in my cunt. My juices are drowning him I am so wet. Then he kisses me, and I can taste my own yummy nectar on his lips. Before long, I am riding up and down that shaft; huge balls bruising my ass. Right there on the couch, we fucked for hours, both cumming multiple times.

I do love role play sex and even roleplay phone sex. Who says guys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses!  Who can I be for you?

 

Backfield in Motion

I don’t hate football season, but sometimes I get tired of hearing about it…and it keeps guys away from the strip club.  So, instead of trying to avoid football this year, I decided to embrace it as much as possible.  I started my own little jar where guys could guess the final scores of every game; and, those who guessed ‘spot on’ were going to be rewarded with a free visit to the V.I.P. room.  The trick was that they had to pay to enter; I double-charged them my normal rate for lap dances, but they didn’t seem to mind.  My first winner was an older guy, husky and smelled of whiskey and cigars.  He kinda reminded me of my grandfather…when I was little.  He got the normal slaps on the back and then followed me to the V.I.P. area.  First, he wanted me to jump around in my cheer-leading uniform, yelling for his old football team.  Apparently, he had been a football stud (according to him).  Then, he fell further into the couch and slapped his knees; by the bulge between his legs, I knew where he wanted my attention.  I crawled on top of him and he started calling me “Mary Anne,” his school sweetheart.  I didn’t really care; I just played along. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Mary Anne,” he said, “but I really want to make love to you.”  I begged him to enter me, trying to sound like someone out of a 1960s film.  He gently slid his cock inside of me and told me how warm and tight I was; he was actually pretty sweet, I thought, even though calling me someone else’s name was a little creepy.  “Now, you know what I want to do, Mary Anne,” he said.  I was confused.  “I want to play in the backfield.  You know that’s my favorite.”  I understood and got on my knees while he spread my ass cheeks apart and spit in my asshole.  He spanked my buttocks and I jumped; he reassured me that I always liked it.  Pushing inside my tight ass, he shoved every inch of his manhood inside of my thin anal walls.  He was thick and stiff; and, as he pumped inisde of me, he continued to tell me that he had won every football game for me.  Only for me.  I tried not to bust out in laughter.  And, after he came inside of my ass, I turned around to suck his cock.  He kissed me on the forehead and told me that his Mary Anne would never do that.  As he left the room, I could hear his voice shouting, “Touch down!”  Whether the football team had scored or not, I have no clue; but, at least I had one happy customer and a wad of cash!

BBW Phone Sex: A Sexy Encounter with an Ex

I had a job interview today for The Tilted Kilt, a chain bar like Hooters; they are looking for hostesses. I figured this would be some nice extra cash and another way to meet hot eligible bachelors. I put on a cute but upscale slutty outfit and head downtown. When I got there, I was greeted by a girl I went to college with. It is such a small world. Her husband is the manager of the local Tilted Kilt. She said he does all the hiring but she  helps with the application process. She is a buxom, curvy gal like myself. I always thought she was hot. In fact I had a girl crush on her in college.

After we caught up a bit and I filled out the application and answered a few questions, she signaled her husband to come out to finish the interview process. My jaw just about fell open when I realized she was married to one of my ex boyfriends. Big Jim I called him. Not the brightest bulb around, but one of the biggest. It was hard to imagine him settling down; monogamy was never his strong suit. He was a player. I guess Rebecca was able to tame that beast. I did worry, however, that my application would not be considered now. Big Jim and I did not part on good terms. When I caught him cheating with my then BFF, I sorta pulled a Carrie Underwood on him and took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. In fact I think there is a warrant out for my arrest still for destroying his new BMW.

When he came out, I thought it would be awkward, horrible, maybe even violent. But it wasn’t. Big Jim recognized me of course. We had dated for almost a year. But, he apologized. Said he was a changed man. Rebecca had tamed him. I looked at her and said “impressive, he is a hard beast to tame.” I asked her secret. She undid her blouse and revealed even bigger titties than mine! Then she grabbed me and kissed me long and hard. I was a bit shocked. I mean I had a crush on her in college, but here she was married to my ex boyfriend who potentially could be my new boss. But my pussy was dripping. I looked at Big Jim and he had his cock out and was stroking it.

Rebecca went over and locked the door, came back and said” I keep him faithful by letting him watch me with the beautiful girls he can’t have.”  I was in shock. I mean technically he had me, but didn’t want to keep me, and now he had my girl crush and what she was suggesting was so hot to me. She started undressing me. She had me sit on the pool table naked. She then took the pool stick and teased my whole body; she used it under my boobs, to caress my body , then she fucked my pussy with the first 10 or so inches of that pool stick while her hubby, my ex jacked his huge cock. I came so hard too that I squirted on the pool table.

I had to return the favor. I undressed her. I laid her down on the table and  licked every inch of her. She has a plump juicy cunt. Smooth, tasty and very wet. I made her cum on my face, but I was not satisfied with just making cum once. I grabbed a pool ball and pressed it on her clit and rubbed it around while I sucked on her tit until she cam hard again. I did that with all the pool balls. That’s 12 orgasms, well 13 if you count the cue ball. I looked at Big Jim with every cum I gave his hot horny wife.  He shot like 4 loads. We all came a lot.

I am not sure if I got the job or not, but I did get to satisfy an old crush, make up of sorts with an ex I was wasting energy on loathing still, find out I am not gonna ever be arrested for destroying a car and cum several times. Sometimes running in to an ex can be a pleasant surprise.

Big Tits Phone Sex: I Fuck For Pleasure Not Money

Last month I was traveling to visit a girl friend at the beach. We always have a girls getaway in the summer. Well, in a blonde moment, I stopped at a rest stop and got distracted by a hot guy and locked my keys and purse in the car. I was starting to panic as no one was around. That hot guy sped off before I realized what I had done. I went into the quick mart and the only person in there looked a little Boys From Deliverance like if you know what I mean. I may have even heard banjo music. I did not want to ask for help from him. I just needed a phone to call AAA. I looked around and saw a bus stop at the corner. So I walked over and waited until someone came.  A young college age boy, glued to his phone, sat down like he didn’t even see me.  But, I am an attractive woman. I started to talk to him. I explained that my car was just down the street and I locked my purse in the car and needed a phone. He looked at me rather intently and said, “I have no money.” I was like “excuse me? I just need to borrow your phone to call AAA.” He replied, “Sure, whatever you say, but I still ain’t got any money.” I didn’t understand what the communication problem was here, but obviously he did not buy that I was just stranded. I got up and looked him right in the eyes and I said “I don’t know what your problem is, but I am stranded. My phone is in the car and I really just need to use your phone.”  He looked at me, cocked his head and said, “You mean you aren’t a hooker?”  Really, hookers work the bus stop in broad daylight these days? I assured him I was not a pro, but really stranded and that the redneck back at the quick mart kinda scared me. I asked him why he thought I was a whore. He said, “Um, look at what you are wearing Ma’am.” Ma’am? Being called a hooker is better than being called Ma’am! I said I was on a road trip to the beach and my AC went out in my car so was just trying to stay cool. We had a good laugh.

He then apologized and said he would call a friend of his who was a mechanic to meet us at my car. He walked me back to my car, where is friend showed up with one of those jimmy things and got my car door open immediately. I was so very grateful I offered the guy a ride to where ever he was going since I made him miss his bus. Turns out  he was just on his way home from work. His car was in the shop and he was not 25 yet so couldn’t rent a car. He was just a tadpole!  I took him home. He invited me upstairs  to freshen up. I had been in the heat for awhile and walking in not so appropriate foot wear.

I was in his bathroom and got a good look at myself  and thought I could see how someone may mistake me for a hooker. He was nice after the confusion and helped me get my car situation settled. I though why not fuck him. He was cute. So I walked out of his bathroom in just my hooker boots. He was, like “damn, but I thought you said you were not a hooker. I’m broke, even though you are wicked hot.” I assured him I did not want his money. I had my own. I just wanted to show my thanks for helping me out. I fell to my knees and started sucking this beautiful young cock like I was a pro. Hell, I bet I sucked it better than a hooker because I wanted to suck it. He had a nice cock too. I started rubbing my clit as I took him inch by inch down my throat. He had never witnessed a woman touch herself in front of him before. I had a lot to show this young one. And I did. I taught him how to eat pussy. I taught him how to fuck me in the ass and I let him titty fuck me. He was rather obsessed with my boobs so I let him fuck those too. When he came,  he shot his load all over my huge tits. And I let him watch as I savored every drop of his cum off my boobs. That shit is yummy.

As I was leaving, he said I should be a pro because I was hotter than any hooker he ever saw. He insisted I would make a ton of cash. I let him know that I never wanna take money for sex. Not cuz I am a prude or anything, but because I never want to think of fucking as a job. I informed him I fuck for pleasure and whom I fuck is not dictated by how much money I need, just by how much cock I need! He kissed me goodbye, and I got back on the road, happy to be mistaken for a whore.

Phone Sex Fetish with Sheila: Teddy Bear Love

I came home early today from the spa. I heard a strange noise from my bedroom. At first I was scared, but then I saw my step son’s keys on the table and thought he is just jerking off to a pair of my panties.  He has done that ever since I married his father. I love to watch him jack his big thick cock. So hot to watch a man be the  master of his domain. I strip naked to go join him. Figure we could get off together. I sneak in the bedroom as to not interrupt him and ruin his orgasm. But, he was not jacking off; he was fucking. And not another woman. Not even a guy. I was in shock at what I saw. He was fucking the big blue teddy bear my hubby won for me at the State Fair a few years ago. The bear was underneath him, and he was humping away and moaning and groaning like he does with me! No way a teddy bear feels better than me. My cunt has to feel better than an old ratty furry teddy bear? My ego took a blow. I slipped  out of the room undetected. He never heard my gasp.

So, I get on the Internet and I Google fucking teddy bears.  Much to my mortification, this is a fetish that afflicts many, male and female. It is called Ursusagalmatophilia. This is the sexual attraction to teddy bears. Now I have heard of furries. But this fetish is not that folks want to have sex with a person dressed as a bear, they want to actually fuck a teddy bear. Wow. I like to think I am open minded. I take it up the ass. I fuck my stepsons. I swallow cum. I take black cock. I do gangbangs. But fucking Teddy Ruxpin  is just creepy. But how do I handle this? Do I acknowledge that the guy I love to fuck the most has a strange fetish? Do I embrace it? Do I ignore it?

Well I decided to do what any horny housewife would do. I took some pics of me with teddy bears and texted him to come fuck me and my  little furry friends.  I mean, if I am being honest, I’d fuck Ted. Well when in Rome I guess. I figure why knock something you have never tried. I guess I WILL do anything for nice cock.