Jasmine’s Room Service Phone Sex

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“Who’s there?” I called. “Room service,” came the answer, muffled little bit by the closed door. I arose from bed and walked slowly, sensuously over to answer the door, a sly smile playing upon my lips. I opened the door and my smile, it became more wicked when I saw the look of shock and embarrassment register upon the sexy young porter’s face.

I wore nothing but long black silk stockings and garters, sheer black panties and high heels. The boy’s eyes roamed up and down my luscious but lithe form as though trying to commit to memory as much of the sight of me as possible before I closed the door. I beckoned to him to bring the tray in and winked as he gulped and the bulge in his trousers became even bigger.

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Jasmine’s Good Little Boy Phonesex Part 2

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“Do you want to please me, baby?” I ask you with deceptive sweetness. You melt and nod eagerly like you did when you were just my baby boy, my little son. You are still my little son, although what a big boy you have grown into–on the outside anyway. Inside you are still reduced to a needy, whimpering mass of jelly by that lust and desire for your own mother, a lust that has never abated, not one whit, not even after all these years of us living together and loving and fighting and fucking.

“Do you want to be Mommy’s good little boy?” I ask. You want to cry out, don’t you? You want to cry “Yes!” You want to throw yourself at me. But I do not want that, no. You will kneel in front of me and await my instructions like a good little boy, your cock stiff beneath your trousers, your body trembling in fear and desire.

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The Way He Walked Phone Sex

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I had noticed and watched him from afar long before we ever came to speak. He was in his late teens, I guessed and his young, muscular body, his ruffled dark hair and his tattoos thrilled me. I was particularly taken by the way he walked or should I say, strutted. That walk said “Fuck you” to the entire world and that insouciance, that “fuck you”, it appealed to me. I am drawn to people who do not give a damn for what others think of them for I am that way myself. I am who I am without apology and so was he. He was a study in turbulence and energy. He was trouble which him all the more alluring .

One hot day, in the depth of the summer, I was crossing the street and I saw him while pretending not to. I saw his eyes take in my body in my skin tight soft jersey top and short skirt. He smiled at me knowingly and said hello. I met his eyes and issued an invitation that required no words. I led him back to my place and my eyes were fastened on his arms, his body, his ass in those tight jeans as I imagined what lay beneath.

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Tipping Is Always Quite Wonderful With Ms. Gloria

I’m generally a very busy MILF so, every once in a while I treat myself and order a pizza. Last night was a very busy day and I forgot to get the cash to tip the sweet delivery boy. When I heard the doorbell, I had just slipped into a tiny little dress I had laying around, trying unsuccessfully to find something more appropriate to change into. As I opened the door I had forgotten this is the dress that I have to wear a slip under for the fact it is so sheer you can see right through it. I could see the young man’s eyes opening wide as he looked me over his eyes wandering as they stopped on my breasts.

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Jasmine’s Teaching You How To Fuck Phonesex

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Do you want to learn how to please a woman like me? A woman of the world, a mistress of carnal pleasures, the sexiest, most beautiful woman you will ever know? And yes, is true, I am famous for my modesty as well as my skill at drawing men to me like moths to the flame. Well, little boy, I am going to teach you. I am going to teach you how to fuck.

The boy was young. He was nervous. They always are and it rather adds to my own arousal to know that it is I who have made them not only nervous but so horny that their cocks, they are twitching in their trousers at the very thought of being between my silky thighs. I pushed him back on to the bed and after satisfying my own desire to kiss his hot young mouth passionately, I began my lesson.

“Start slow,” I said. “Tease. Touch. Me. Like.This.”

I softly stroked his naked body, barely touching him,  gently and slowly all over. Then I took him by the hand and guided his fingertips all over my body, my arms, my neck, all over my silky black negligee, allowing him the slightest touch of my breasts, my thighs.

“That’s it, baby. Slow. Tease me. Make me want you as badly as you are wanting me.”

I spread my legs little bit, enjoying a secret smile at how flushed he had become and how ready his  cock was. The slightest of touches would have made this little boy explode.

“No,” I said as his hand went for my pussy.

Yes, I wanted his hand there, yes, his hand and his hot young cock too but I had a lesson to teach. And the lesson was in how to fuck a woman and fuck her well.

“You don’t get to touch that yet, little boy,” I said, smiling wickedly and leaning forward to give him another kiss.

This time he grabbed me impatiently and it was hard to resist fucking him then and there. But no, he needed to learn. 

He began to stroke my thighs, making sure now to obey my instructions, keeping his hand away from my pussy, for now. His breath came hard and fast, the smell of his desire filled the air and aroused me even further and my breath, it began get ragged too.

Finally I let him put his hands on my breasts, I let him play with my nipples.

“That’s it, baby,” I said huskily as I removed my negligee.  “Now take control.”

He grabbed me impatiently and pushed me back on the bed, sucking on my tits.

I moaned as his fingers made their way up my thighs to rub against my wet pussy…to rub hard.

“No,” I told him angrily. “That is not the way to do it. You go slow. If you do not listen, you will not get to fuck me. Do you understand?”

He nodded mutely, his cock, glistening with pre-cum, leaping without my ever having touched it.

He moved his hand to the lacy waistband of my panties and trembling, looked down at me for permission.

“Yes, ” I said. “But gently. Do not forget.”

He began to lightly massage my wet pussy through my panties. I sighed with pleasure and desire.

I took his cock in my hand, spit on my hand, and touched it. “Mmm,” I said. “What a magnificent big young cock, you have, sir.” I laughed as his body trembled, his cock leaped at my words of praise.

“Oh God please, I need to fuck you. Please just let me fuck you,” he begged urgently.

I laughed again. “No, you don’t get to cum until I tell you, boy and the second you put that nice cock in my pussy, you will blow your load. And we cannot have that, now can we? Trust me. If you do just as I say, though, you will get to fuck me. But first, you need to learn how.”

 

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JUST. LIKE. THAT Phonesex

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I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, I thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

I led him to the bed I shared with my husband. It gives me particular thrill to fuck young men in the bed where I fuck also fuck my husband. Am I evil? Perhaps so. All I know is I enjoy the thrill of knowing I might get caught and the light smell of my husband’s musk on the sheets I purposely tell the maid not to change on days when I am “entertaining”, the smell of my husband mingling with smell of my newest young hot fuck.

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Deep Inside Jasmine Phonesex

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“You have been awfully quiet tonight pal,” my husband Edward said. Our drinks have just come and I was looking over the entree menu. “Something it is on your mind?”

I lowered the menu and looked into Edward’s blue grey eyes and tell him nothing. Nothing at all darling. Possibly I am little bit tired. The truth was yes something it does weigh heavy on my mind and it was my marriage to Edward and the recent affair I begin with his son Adam. Conflicting emotions surrounding me closing in like Gulag. I feel part shame guilt for I am betraying  man who adores me a man who has afforded my lifestyle most luxurious while other part of me is filled with excitement with lust with pleasure. Not for the sex truly not so much as in bed the son he cannot compare to the fathers  expert touch but rather for the feeling of power I have in Adam’s presence. Yes I enjoy fucking him , making him sex slave,  sex slave who bend to any whim I might have at that moment. A sex slave who when I command to kneel does so without moments hesitation because his lust for me it is so powerful.

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Crazy Swingers Sex Party Phone Sex

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We had arrived at the wedding reception, Edward and I, much later than most of the other guests. “Is always good to make an entrance,” he said, before walking in like some sort of head of state shaking hands and giving phony smiles to anyone who crossed his path. “I look at everyone as a potential customer pal,” he once told me early on in our courtship, and his philosophy seemed to work well for him, as he had made first million by age of thirty. “I made money right way too, with material, land, buildings, none of the internet nonsense.”

The appetizers came and they were good, especially the arugula salad with sun-dried tomatoes and a light vinaigrette dressing. I ate in polite silence and listened as the wives of Edward’s colleagues complained about their husbands and kids. As the main course was being served, the photographer was using opportunity to snap a few candid shots. Yes, photographers and their candid shots, their real shots. My mind began to drift, drift back to my time with Paul.

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The Scent of Jasmine Phone Sex

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I knew when I enter home and find little box on bureau it meant my husband Edward was going off on another one his business trips. It was customary for him to ply me with gifts whenever he was going away or whenever we argued, both of which seemed to be occurring more and more often.

“Did you get my present,” he asked, now filling the doorway of our bedroom, his broad frame illuminated by the soft moonlight beaming in through the window.

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Teaching the Paper Boy: School’s Out! 2 Phone sex

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I caressed his hair and stood back at the foot of the bed again with my crop to observe him fully. He was already glistening with a light sweat in anticipation, breathing heavily and his eyes heavy-lidded with a submissive yet lustful glean. It was different than when I took his virginity but no less exciting. But I couldn’t let him know what he was doing to me. Wouldn’t want it to go to his head!

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