TeleFetish Phone Sex

There’s something about having sex in a hotel that’s very naughty isn’t it? I mean, I like to fuck in any old bed, but a hotel is special. For one, you don’t have to clean up afterwards.

Why am I thinking about hotels? Because the other day I was in one. With a very sexy guy. You see, I met him online and we hit it off right away.

I was in the mood to get nasty and apparently so was he. After all, taking phone sex calls all day long makes me horny. (But you knew that already, didn’t you?)

Anyway, he stripped me naked and started practically worshipping me. He licked every inch of my body and by the time he got to my pussy I was begging for it so badly. He spread my pussy lips and began to lick up and down my slit. My body was shaking, I was so into it. God, it was amazing. I just wanted more and more.

Then he surprised me again. He was so gentle up to that point and then suddenly his mood changed. He flipped me over and without warning, took me from behind. He fucked me hard, pinning my arms above my head. His cock went deep inside my pussy and each thrust brought me closer to coming.

And then I felt it. He came right inside me. It was so fucking hot and I loved every moment. He withdrew and I felt his cum spilling out of my pussy and running down my legs. My cunt was throbbing and I reached down to start rubbing my little clit. He leaned back and watched as I fingered myself to an orgasm, my cum soaking my fingers.

I’m hot just thinking about it. Tell me, what sort of nasty things would you do to me in a hotel room? Call my phone sex line and tell me every single one please.

Now that school is out for winter break I am having soooo much fun!  I have been to so many awesome parties and hanging out with my girlfriends, all types of stuff. The most fun I had today though was all by myself because I bought myself a Christmas present.

It is like, the best present I have ever given to myself ever. It is a back massager!!!

No, silly, my back is fine! But when you’re a teen like me you can’t just go into any old adult bookstore to buy a vibrator or a dildo or anything like that. For the longest time I’ve wanted my very own vibrator, not to use my electric toothbrush or even sneak my mom’s out of her drawer.

But a back massager you can buy pretty much anywhere! When I went to pay for the vibrator, I mean massager, you should have seen how RED the face of the man who was checking me out was! Seriously, I think he had a boner under his little red apron! Like he even had a chance with a hot teenage girl like me! Whatever!

So I got home from the store and ran to my bedroom with my new toy! Holy shit I didn’t know how loud it would be! I laid down on my bed, peeled off my panties..I was so horny my pussy had already made my panties all wet! I also forgot to lock the door!

I plugged the massager in next to my bed, put it on my pretty pink teen clit and let ‘er rip! I was sooo enjoying it when my door opened!!! You are never going to believe who was there!

I had a crazy night at the strip club yesterday. There I was, naked, spread-eagle on the stage, my shaved pussy literally dripping on the floor. It was the end firstperformance of the night when I heard a bit of racket coming from the floor.

Now I don’t like anyone ruining my act–a jealous bitch, a wasted frat boy, no one! It wasn’t long before when I managed to get a look at what was going on. It was a guy I will call “Joe.”

Joe is a famous rock star who every so often likes to come to the club. All us girls usually play it casual, but the customers are always pestering him. Joe has long blonde hair and a huge cock, not to mention a huge wallet. Unlike other celebrities, he never comes with a huge entourage. Just usually one of his bros and a body guard.

As sat their sprawled on the floor, my tits straight out to the audience and my cunt wide open for the world to see, I saw Joe approach the stage and the crowd parted for him. Not only did he come up and give me a bigass tip, he whispered in my ear where he was staying and the room number.

See last time Joe was in town, he took a liking to me and all the bitches in the club got jealous, but I didn’t care. You’d think he’d want like 5 strippers to come home with him, but he told me later he was looking for quality cunt, not quantity cooze! That first night in the hotel, Joe fucked me like the rockstar that he is, he was rough but sexy. There was lots of ass slapping, hair pulling, and he pummeled my ass with his enormous 10 incher! But what Joe did that really set him apart is that he made me squirt. The guy’s got some good technique. As he ate my pussy out, he inserted a few fingers and not only can he hit the notes on the guitar, but he can hit the G-spot in my pussy!

He left the room drenched with my pussy juice, said he wasn’t going to take a bath before his next concert! Now is that sexy or what?!

So the other night when I went to his room, the first thing he told me was that the night he played all covered with the scent of my divine twat was the best reviews he has ever gotten! He said I have the “magic pussy” and that he had some other ideas to milk the juices out of my cunt! Did he? Oh yes! But if you want to hear how he managed to do that, you’re going to have to give me a call and I promise to give you the celebrity treatment!

When I get out on the stage, do not think for one minute that I can’t tell which one of you are slaves.  Oh, I can.  The longing in your eyes is just so different than the other men out there.  The worshipful way you look at me, your eyes practically begging me to manipulate you and control you with my beautiful body and daring sexuality.

Such bold words for a stripper, eh?

You can take your little preconceived notion of how you think I should be and just throw it out the window, Mister.  Not only are you dealing with a hot piece of ass, you are also dealing with someone who knows exactly how to control you.

With every flick of my head, every toss of my honey blonde hair, and every shake of my perfect ass I draw you in closer.  You slowly get out of your seat and your comfort zone at the side of the stage.   You walk to the edge of it, waiting for me to come closer.  And I do, I saunter over to you looking deeply into your eyes.

To every other man in the place it looks like a simple transaction that takes place hundreds of times a day around here.  Take dollar bill, insert in garter.  But we know it is different, don’t we?  We know that the games have now begun.  The addiction is starting.

Go ahead, try to resist me.  Try to get me out of your head.  You won’t be able to.

Pick up the phone and call me, you know that you can’t resist.