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No limits phone sex: gotta be “bad” to get it “good”

I did my best to swallow all Officer Bailey had to offer. When his prick began jetting white streams of cum into my mouth I swallowed it all as he held my head to his groin, “Yeah that’s a good start, Tori, but you have more work to do for me.”

Officer Bailey zipped up his pants and sat back down behind the dated metal desk. He pulled out a file and opened it. You see, I have this ongoing investigation over at the high school, He looked at me seriously, “Your mouth felt fabulous around my cock by the way–it’s still dancing in my boxers,” he winked.

I’d heard the rumors. Principal McHenry supposedly loved girls–a little too much I heard. He would especially take to the troubled ones–the ones from single parent homes. Lots of girls worked out hours of detention for him–I’d always thought it was odd and other kids always talked about it. The speculations ranged from blow jobs to gang bangs for the football team.

“I need you to go undercover Tori. This means I need you to not be the goody two shoes you normally are at school.”

As I contemplated my no limits phone sex choices–lose face and lose my position the tennis team for drinking, or disappoint my parents by deliberately causing trouble–I didn’t see a clear cut choice that stood out as preferable to me. I decided to help officer Bailey, though. I felt like I owed him for discarding the charges of underage drinking.

Officer Bailey slid a picture in front of me. It was a photo of the worst behaved boy in the school. “He knows about my investigation,” Bailey winked, “do you know him?”no limits phone sex

I nodded sheepishly.

“Well, you go pay him a visit, his mouth isn’t half bad ya know?”

My pussy twitched. I always enjoyed thinking about guy on guy sex but here was a guy telling me he’d forced one of my cohort to suck him off to avoid trouble. Something about that made me very excited.

“Go see him, he’ll teach you the ropes about being bad…”

And thus began my bad girl phone sex lessons—

Want to be the teacher? Do you want to teach me how to be a bad girl to earn my way into the principal’s office?

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I watch and I wait for you to come home. My girlfriends at school cannot believe that I have a much older boyfriend who actually WILL make out with me. We’ve gone all the way to third base even! All the conversations I’ve had with my girlfriends about this make me desirous for more though. Most of my friends can’t wait to hear me describe his tongue in my sweet mouth or pussy (something he’d recently done to me and I loved it).

I saw him pull in from his road trip. He got out with his guitar and went into his house. I made sure Mom and Dad were asleep and adjusted all the appropriate parts of my outfit–especially my very short skirt and tight blouse. I threw on a pair of flip flops and out the window I went.

Out the window and into the arms of my much older, yet perverted naughty neighbor phone sex boyfriend. We made out like we were hungry for food. He’d done a good job teaching me the art of tongue kissing and it made me feel funny down between my legs.
Since it was a very vital birthday I told him I’d need to go all the way tonight. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that and we made out some more. Soon he was sliding his fucking dick into my tight, untapped virgin phone sex pussy. I’d love to tell you how old I am, but you’re going to have to call me to find that out. It’s a secret!

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I sat in the lobby of the dingy police station and waited. I couldn’t believe I’d been caught sneaking out, but what’s even worse, I’d been drinking. Being a phone sex bad girl was deep in my blood. My mother was the quintessential bad girl and so it is only fitting that I’d follow in her foot steps.

Officer Bailey appeared in the double glass bullet proof window and raised an eyebrow. Of average height and slight build, Officer Bailey was a friend of family going back many years. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me sitting there with my tattered blue jean skirt, tie dye shirt and missing a shoe. Mascara formed lines that accented the sadness on my face. I only assumed I must’ve looked clown and if I wasn’t so scared maybe I’d break out and juggle. To the observer I looked like the perfect phone sex victim.

Officer Bailey leaned over and spoke to one of his colleagues. Shortly thereafter I heard a loud buzz and I was escorted behind the door and into a small interrogation chamber. Officer Bailey entered the room with my favorite carbonated beverage–sprite.

“Tori, you’re in deep shit,” he began.
“I hate that for you. You’re popular, get good grades, are a star athlete,” his eyes softened at me as he watched my lips grip the bottle and take a long draw. I was incredibly thirsty and a little dehydrated from drinking.
“Problem is, drinking age here is 21–you know that. I’m gonna have to write a report because you were found by someone else and I am going to have to tell your parents about this. You’re going to be suspended from the tennis team,”
“Please, Greg don’t tell anyone. I just made a stupid choice,” and out came the tears.
He sat there and watched me for a minute but his wheels were spinning trying think of ways to help me out, I could tell.
He got up and went out of the room. The red light on the camera in the corner of the room stopped blinking and went dark.
Officer Bailey came back into the room and stood to my right. He then unzipped his uniform pants and his elongated prick fell into my shoulder.
“Looks like you have some work to do, Tori,” he began slow stroking his cock, “looks like we need to get some oral dictation from you and this will all go away,” he rubbed his cock on my teen phone sex cheek…

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Let me marry age play phone sex with some therapeutic phone sex counseling and show you how intense it can be to reveal your deepest, darkest desires in a safe place.

I walk into the lobby–last appointment of the day. For a new therapist I have been booked solid–influx of sexually frustrated people of both sexes. I see you sitting on the couch flipping casually through a back issue of Seventeen. I always pay attention to a potential client’s choice in reading material as they wait. Your choice is telling since you are a middle aged man.

“Come in,” I say warmly.
“Oh, hello Dr. Tori.” You’re nervous.

“So I’ve gone through your no limits phone sex intake form and it seems you’re having some erectiled dysfunction, is that right?”

“Yes,” you say with your eyes fixed on my legs, pervert.

“Well, and I have to let you know that my approach to therapy is completely holistic, have you seen a regular medical doctor about this issue?”

“Yes, Viagra doesn’t work, nothing works..well except.”

This except piques my no limits phone sex interest because I already know what you’re going to tell me. It’s not even that I saw you so intently staring at the seventeen magazine and that you had a partial erection before I invited you to spill your guts to me. I know by smell–by aura when I am in the company of a man who prefers the sexual comfort of underage girls.

And so begins a dance of the forbidden…What is it about them that turns you on so? It isn’t just the aethstetic value is it? It is more than that–oh so much more. Tell me what it is that comprises the whole of your desires. It’s exciting to me. Watch me rub my ankles together first, then invite you sit closer. Tell me more about how I can help you overcome your problems in having sex with adult women.

Let’s look at some photos so I can observe–let’s sit at the computer and let me rub on you and make sure that we have the proper no limits phone sex diagnosis. I will grip your perverted prick and we’ll look at honeys in low cut sweaters, short skirts, neon painted nails and braces. Your cock isn’t broken–it’s fucked up!

What can I do about this? Well, my treatment for this is a bit unorthodox but it involves “flooding” your senses with the depravity you crave so that you become somewhat desensitized to it–but more likely it is to create a slippery slope. It’ll start with pictures then we’ll venture out beyond the confines of this office to play out these desires. You’ll never fuck a mature pussy again–but at least you won’t suffer anymore. And that is how I intend to help you.

No limits phone sex “Hugs are consent”

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Taste the spring air?  It has sprung here and along with it an urge to don my favorite short shorts and mid driff t’s.  I love walking by G’s house.  Especially since he is so proud of his car.  He washes it whenever the sun shines.  Today I think he took the day off.  I skipped school and am skipping along the lonely street–no limits phone sex street–that’s where I live.

The slenderness of thigh and narrowness of hips is very attractive to G and always has been.  Of course when he was 16 being attracted to my young teen body wasn’t illegal–now it would land his prick in jail.  He always thinks about it though.  He thinks especially about how soft it would feel and how fresh it would taste.

And so on this spring afternoon as I skipped by clearly breaking the rules G decided that his cock wanted him to try to break some rules too.  He motioned me over with the hose and he got me all wet.  Then he offered to dry me off–all I had to do was step inside for a moment.  He had a robe I could borrow.  You know all the classic things someone who wants more would say without directly expressing his no limits phone sex desires.

I wasn’t dumb.  I knew what G was up to.  He awkwardly asked for a hug while I sat on his sofa in my underwear wearing his robe.  It smelled faintly of almonds (lol).  Anyway, I gave him a hug.  As he pulled back I started to tell him the story I saw on the news about the guy who thought a girl’s hug gave him consent to molest.

For a split second G’s no limits phone sex plan seemed foiled.  Until I opened the robe to show the buds of my tits.  Yeah, hugs are consent G–hugs are consent to pluck young fruit from flat chests.  Go ahead and call me directly for some no limits phone sex fun–the nastier the better.

No limits phone sex–Gettin’ high in the local church

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I enjoy getting high.  I mostly smoke weed–and I see nothing wrong with doing so.  Most of my friends smoke weed too.  Because it’s fucking no limits to do so–meaning illegal–my friends and I have resorted to smoking pot in some pretty fucked up places.

As far as no limits places go my best friend and I used to sneak to the Cathedral down the street.  You see they had a 24 hour prayer room that they kept unlocked.  We’d just slip inside under the cover of night and toke it up.  We did this for several weeks when our plans were halted by the appearance of the new parish priest.

The first time we noticed him, we just knelt down and pretended to pray–cussing the fucker because getting high had become one of our favorite under the pale activities.  Wasn’t long before he, like other priests before him,  realized that we were the only frequenters and we didn’t seem to have need for counseling or confessing.  He stopped showing–or so we thought.

We started toking up one night, was just after July 4th.  Then the priest appeared at the altar.  He stood there just staring.

“Good evening, ladies,”  he said.

Coughing out our smoke and giggling because we didn’t really realize the situation we both said, “Hello Father!  I think we’re sinning!”

“Well, sinning is relative.”

“Relative to what?” we giggled.

“Relative to a situation.  For instance, is it a sin if no one knows about it?  How do you girls feel about that?”

He approached us cautiously.  When he arrived at our pew he held out a hand.

“Sinning is relative.”

So then he toked on our joint and noticed that we had rolled it from one of the complimentary prayer books.

He continued toking though.

“Sinning my sweeties, isn’t sinning if no one ever knows.  And no one ever will.”

He pulled down his pants and exposed himself to us!  “Toke on this my pretties and you will be absolved.”

Well needless to say doing a tandem blow job on a priest is probably one of the wildest no limits phone sex things I have ever done.  It’s also one of my favorite phone sex role plays to indulge in with a willing client.

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