Jasmine’s Wild Things Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Jasmine?” I turned my head and saw the boy approaching my secluded table. “I would have recognized you anywhere,” he said, “you look exactly like your photos.” Men, boys, they always look at me this way, as though I am creature not quite of this world. Well, perhaps there is some truth in that. I am different than anyone I know and therefore, fit in no place.

I motioned for him to have a seat, and he did so.It was late Thursday evening and my husband Edward was once again out of town for the weekend, “It’s business pal,” he said, “can’t be helped.” At this point in my life I no longer cared. Not really. Come or go, stay or leave, it was inconsequential. The turns my life had taken in just a short period of time, why it had been less than one year since I first took a lover behind my husband’s back. Then another. Then another. My marital indiscretions had ignited in me a fire that could not be extinguished, a thirst for sex that was unquenchable. I wanted it all. And what I wanted, I took. 

My companion for the evening asked, “What are you having?” With a shrug, I answer, “Dirty Martini,” He complimented my taste and ordered us another round.  “Good band,” he said, “huh?”

I smiled and nodded “yes” although at the moment the discussion of music was not high on my list of priorities, for I had other things on my mind. Wild things

A few hours and many drinks later, we were back at my Penthouse on the Upper East-Side writhing with pleasure, fucking in my husband’s bed. It always gives me a perverse thrill to fuck my playthings in Edward’s bed.

With each thrust of the boy’s thick, pulsating cock my orgasm built to a crescendo. “You like getting that pussy plowed huh bitch,” he asked.

“No talking,” I commanded. “Only fucking.”

As his cock exploded inside me, he rolled off, me. panting hard.

“That was great huh baby?”

“Not really, no,” I replied.

“Yeah right,” he said but I could see his bravado melting beneath my contemptuous gaze.

“First you call me bitch, and then you accuse me of lying? No, it was no good. You know nothing of how to fuck. If I were so inclined, little boy, I would teach you lesson you would not soon forget.”

And then I thought, well, why not? This rude stupid little boy had disappointed me and so now, I would take my own pleasure whether he liked it or not.

Before he knew what had hit I mounted him once more, this time not craving his cock, but his mouth. I sought to degrade him, to show him that I owned him, that it was I who was in charge. I slid forward and felt my wet, cum drenched pussy wrap around his chin. Reluctantly his tongue darted forward, but then after a few moments he lost his inhibitions and began savouring the sweet flavour of my juices mixed with his fresh cum.

As the morning broke, the sun now shining through the entirety of my quarters. I looked over at the boy my desire for him completely diminished. My mind it was already racing ahead, plotting for a new lover.

“So,” he said, “it’s morning, where’s my breakfast.”

“The McDonald’s down the street,” I sneered, and then ordered him out.

Boys, these days, they have no manners at all.
JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262