I swear that I love my job. Right now, I am wearing pink delicate panties with white lace, and a white semi-see through bra for my double Ds. I am laying on my back on my oversized round rotating Italian bed. I have my rabbit vibrator in one hand, and my cellphone in another.

I love bringing your fantasies to life. It is especially fun when you get me so turned on that I join you in the action. Just yesterday, I had a man that had this wonderfully sexy teacher-student fantasy:

He imagined me as his high school English teacher, Mrs. Bianca. She was a woman with big breasts and would bend over his desk whenever he needed help. He asked me to be Mrs. Bianca scolding him for not doing his homework. Apart of the punishment was grabbing his balls outside of his clothes, and whispering into his ears of all of the naughty things she was going to do to him. It went something like this


 

[Standing in front of Georges desk.]

Mrs. Bianca: George*, I need your book report on my desk this instant, or you are going to fail my class.

[George sitting at desk].

George: Iuh.

 

Mrs. Bianca: George? WHERE is your report?

George: Well, Iuh, I..uh

 

[Teacher bends over desk. Her boobs are dangling in front of Georges face].

Mrs. Bianca: You dont have it, do you? What AM I going to do with you, George? Youre going to FAIL my class unless you DO something about it!

 

[George looking hungrily at her boobs].

George: ma-maybe extra-extra credit or something?

 

Mrs. Bianca: Extra Credit for a report that I gave you a MONTH to write? Oh the nerve!

 

[George eye balling her breasts, feels a tingle between his legs].

George: …uh..may-maybe I can do something for you? I can clean your white board, or wash your desk—I can do whatever you want, whatever you needanything.

 

Mrs. Bianca: Anything? [She stands back up] You know, George, you should always be careful for what you wish for. [She unbuttons two buttons at the top of her blouse]. Okay, George, youve got itExtra Credit.

 

[George begins touching himself, and his teacher notices].

Mrs. Bianca: NO, George! Hands off! [She walks over to him]. GET UP!

 

[George gets up, and stands in front of his teacher. Mrs. Bianca, takes her hand, and grabs Georges balls. She leans in, and squeezes them].

 

Mrs. Bianca: For being a very naughty boy, I am going to have to teach you how to behave.

 

[Her hand then slips into his jeans. She grabs his hard cock, and squeezes it gently].

 

Mrs. Bianca: I am going to take out this hard-throbbing cock, and make it make my pussy sing.

 

[She presses up against George, and inches from his nose]

 

Mrs. Bianca: This is my cock now. I own it. You will do whatever I say. You will fuck me like your life depends on it. Because it does. You will make me cum so hard. If you dont, then kiss goodbye your A for this class.

 

[She unzips his pants, and pulls it down to the floor. She pulls down his underpants, and exposes his large swollen penis].

 

Mrs. Bianca: Oh, look at that naughty boys pecker, if only the rest of his body stood at attention like this part, you might be passing my class. Now, George, tell me exactly HOW naughty youve been, and how you need to be punished.

 

George: I uh..Ive been so-so very naughty teacher, I need to be punished.

 

[Mrs. Bianca unbuttons the remainder of her blouse].

 

Mrs. Bianca: Yes, you have, George. So very naughty. George, Im going to only tell you this once, and you must listen very carefully

 

[She lifts up her skirt, exposing the fact that she doesnt wear undergarments].

 

George: MmMmm

 

Mrs. Bianca: Fuck. Me. Right. Now.

 


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*names changed to protect his identity

I am a thrill-seeker, and I needed a new adventure…

After scouring the internet, I found a post on Facebook about an underground Speak-Easy hidden in an old turn-of-the-century bank building. The new owners of the building discovered the hidden chambers in the bowels of the building, and decided to restore the venue completely. This FB post said that the owners were allowing the public to attend the Speak-Easy if they would RSVPd. (Which I promptly did). This sounded like a lot of fun. Apparently, after descending four flights of stairs, one could find a large hidden room behind a not so obvious trap door, and would walk into the world that existed during the Prohibition era. During the Prohibition, the bank had some rather interesting history: there had been a full-running distillery, packaging, and shipping company running underneath it. The illegal alcohol was being made and consumed by the bank owner, and no one ever knew. He was never caught, and the operations of the facility only ceased when the bank suffered a terrible loss in the 1940s. Yada yada yada


Anyways, its Friday night,

and with my confirmation print out in hand I entered the lobby. I was directed down a long thin hallway, and was told that I would find the stairs opposite of a large picture window. I went as directed, and found a solid wall opposite of the window.

I didn’t see him, but a man quietly stepped up behind me, and whispered into my ear, “Exciting, isn’t it?”

I felt a chill down my spine, and my body went cold. I slowly turned around, and this handsome rugged man stood behind me. Tipping his Stetson, he saw the fear in my eyes, and he immediately apologized. “Whoops! Looks like I frightened the little lady.”

I tried to smile. Where on earth did he come from? Reading my expression, a grin formed on his face, and he turns to point to the picture window.

I had accepted the idea of the window being a “true” window, when in fact, it was an actual “picture” of a window. And, this window slid back and forth on rails, exposing the true nature of its being: it was a cover to a passageway that led to a stairwell down below.

 

“After you.” He says to me.

I walk into the doorway, onto the landing, and look down below. Its a narrow stairwell, and mildly lit. He steps behind me, and closes the picture window. I get a whiff of his cologne, and find myself oddly attracted to him. We begin to descend. It is very quiet except for the creaking of the wooden stairs.

We get down to the first landing, and realize that the lights in the second stairwell is out. He tells me that he knows the way, and puts his hands on the small of my back, and gently guides me down. The touch of this hand makes me have feelings that I can’t quite explain. Here’s this handsome rugged looking cowboy type with the Stetson hat, and boots included, helping me find the way to an old speak easy in the dark. I don’t know what it is, but I want him to pull me into a room, and claim me as his own.

We get to the third landing, and I bump into something, I jump back, and knock strait into this guys hard abs. He catches me. He holds me for a moment. I don’t move. I can feel a rush of warmth into my nether areas, and I tremble a little.

“Hey, Miss, are you cold?” He holds onto me a little tighter.

I begin to relax, and melt into him.

After a long moment, he turns me around, and whispers into my ear: “I know a place where we can go. If that’s what you want.” I turn to him, and brush my lips against his cheek, and whisper a “yes”.

I feel my body being picked up, and hoisted over his shoulder. It’s scary as heck, but so invigorating. He carries me down to the last landing, and slides open an additional trap door, drops me in, enters himself, and slides the door shut.

We start making out. His fingers pass over my hourglass body, and finds my hard nipples pushing against my dress. He touches them, “Oh look at that, you are as hard as I am.” His arms go to work with unzipping my dress. It falls to the floor. He unclasps my bra, it too, falls to the floor. My C-cup breasts hang out, and with both hands he grasps them. He lightly pinches each nipple, and chuckles. He takes off his Stetson, and puts it on a hook along the wall. (Is this a broom closet?) He then hungrily takes my breasts one by one into his mouth. He sucks on them, and lightly massages them. A hand begins traveling down my stomach, and over my panties. He massages my panties, and I realize that I am extremely wet.

“Let me take these off for you. They only get in the way.” He proceeds to add my panties to the pile of clothes on the floor.

His hand makes its way back down to my privates. He gently rubs them, ever so easily brushing my clitoral hood. Kissing me passionately, he continues massaging me, and causes me to squirm with delight.

I find a top of a table behind me, and brace myself against it. Instead, he lifts me up, and put me on the table.

I reach a hand out, and feel a massive budge pushing against his jeans. He takes my hands, and pins them down on to the table. He leans into my face, “how would you like it? In the lady-bits, in the bum, or something else?”


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FRIDAY CONFESSIONAL: Today’s blog is told by one of our regular callers, who uses 1800SEXTALK to reenact one of his most favorite sexual encounters…



I couldnt believe my luck…

The girl that I have had a crush on at work for the last month sat next to me! I always eat my lunch alone, but today, she choose to be my booth buddy. I could feel her warmth, and was getting dizzy from the smell of her perfume.

I have been crushing on his red-head, and here she was. She leans against me, peering over at my lunch, and asks me what I am eating. I feel a rush of heat flush throughout my body. Her warm body against mine. Her red curls smell like flowers.

Uh Oh.

She looks at me for a few seconds, reading my mixed expression of worry and excitement. Still leaning against me, she takes a hand, and touches my chest. Her hand travels down to my abdomen, and finally rests on the hard budge that is developing underneath my pants. Mmm

She lightly massages my growing budge, and in a crossbetween want and embarrassment, I push her hand away. She retreats, and sits next to me defiantly. With her now free hand, she begins to touch herself outside of her clothes. Mmm.

The girl who I have fantasized about was sitting in my booth, next to me, touching herself. I wanted to touch her so bad. Reading my expression, she takes my hand, and puts it where her crotch is. She humps to the motion of my hand. With my free hand, I begin to massage my own crotch. I want to fuck her so bad.

She begins to shimmy up her skirt to reveal the lack thereof of undergarments. I take my hand, and continue to massage her warm pubic mound. With two fingers, I begin to massage the inner lips of her pussy. She was so wet and warm. I felt a shiver of sensation, and I look down to realize that she is massaging my hard budge again. I want to taste her. I gesture her to lay on her back, and open up her legs. I turn onto my stomach, and make my way in. With my two hands, I separated her lips, and with my tongue, I took a few tastes. Wow. I went for a few more. I ended up burying my face into her pussy. This was the best lunch that I have ever had! She was so wet, and wiggling with delight. I was so hard that it hurt being trapped in these pants. Quickly, I unbuckled my jeans, and pulled them down to my knees. Her pussy looked so good that I wanted to be inside her NOW. I pulled out my massage gorging cock, and her eyes went wide. She arched her back, and opened her legs more. She wanted me. She wanted me to fuck her so bad. She was so wet. So I went for it. I climbed on top, and began thrusting into her. I fucked, and fucked, and fucked. The very best way that I could explain her pussy is that it felt like a warm hug. She took her hands, and pulled my hips into her every time I thrusted. She wanted it deeper. I fucked her until her eyes went back into her head, and her groans were uncontrollable. She was having a fucking orgasm, and it made me buck wild. As she shook, and the walls of her pussy pulsated, I felt a rush of electricity of my own. I came into her like a firefighter rushes a fire. I could feel my cum gushing all inside her, and she was wild with sensation.

We were both breathing very hard when it was over. She got up, and did the cum walk back to the girls room. I sat there realizing that I just had the best lunch that any guy could ask for. Thanks to 1800SEXTALK for letting me tell my story. Im putting it out there in the universe, because I hope that I am granted a round two, because this guy is still hungry

But till then, I am going to call

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and fantasize about this happening again and again. It’s real girls at any time.

Oh, crap, all of this talking is making me hard again. I am going to call them right now…

FRIDAY’S STORY:

Thanks to one of our girls supplying her BFF’s Confessional. It’s from a guy’s perspective this week. Enjoy!


When I was a kid, there was this girl in day camp that I always thought was beautiful, but never had the guts to tell her or even talk to her. She wasn’t popular, and was in the group that the other campers would completely ignore. It think they were called, “the rejects”. It was a pretty bad label, and it followed them from summer to summer.  I always wondered if my peers were blind to her beauty or if I was just the weird one, and so I left it at that.

I always felt a little bit like a creeper, watching her from afar. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, and these plastic framed glasses. I guess the glasses is why people labeled her “a reject”. Some folks just can’t see, and they get made fun of for it. It’s really messed up, and I wish that I was a better person back then to stand up for her… anyways, she always said hello to me in the morning, and smiled. I always felt little butterflies in my stomach when she did this. I would wait for her every morning, and her smile always made my insides squeeze, and my knees weak. I would purposefully sit next to her “by accident” on the camp buses just to smell her rosy scent. She used to make unusual lanyards, and I was always in awe to how she put them together. I think that I was in love, and then one day she disappeared.

She quit day camp, and my little 11 year old heart broke.

Well, fast forward about ten years, I was in college, and I am going to the library to study. I sit by an area that has reserved rooms, and I find myself looking up. No idea why, but I keep feeling drawn to this one room. Completely random, I know. The door opens from that reserved room, and this tall blonde with very long hair comes walking out. It takes my brain a second to register, but my insides immediately drop to the floor. I don’t know why or how, but I find myself blurting out her name. It came out more like a statement and less of question, she stops, and focuses on me. Her face, showing no recognition, faces in my direction. I find myself getting up, grabbing my things, and walking her way. She looks up at me, and her eyes widen with a faint recognition. “Oh”.

She looked at me. Her face had become even more beautiful. She had traded in the glasses for contacts, and had filled out up top. She wasn’t this little flat chested girl anymore. I found myself looking over her curves, and fine lines. She was incredibly hot, and all of those mean kids in day camp were surely missing out.

She caught my eyes, and looked deep inside. “Jeffery, is that you? Wow, you are handsome!” Yes, yes it was me. Oh I am handsome. She steps closer, “you were the sweet one in day camp. I always liked you”. She was close enough that I could smell her, and the hint of the rosy flavor was still there. I breathed in deeply trying to trap that flavor in my very being. I wanted drink her in. I wanted to taste her.

She stepped even closer, I was just inches from her face. “Hey, would you like to study with me? I have a study room all to myself. It gets pretty lonely in here, and—oh…” The closeness of her body, the fragrance, and the butterflies were a bit too much. We both look down, and I see that I have a ragging hard on poking her through my shorts. She looks up, bits her lower lip, and quickly pulls me into the study room. Closing the door behind her, she motions to me to throw my books into a pile on the floor, and I do so. She comes up to me, her hand massaging my crotch, and looks deep into my eyes, “what are we studying for today?” She breaks eye contact, and her hands travel down my body, and begin unbuttoning my shorts. She pulls them down to my ankles, and works back up to my tighty-whities. She pulls them down, and returns to look at my raging boner. She takes one of her hands, and delicately holds my penis. Then she looks at me, “oh Jeffery, I’ve been fantasizing about you since masterbating was a thing. I hope you don’t mind if I make that into a reality…” I nod, her gorgeous blue eyes break away, and she puts my penis in her mouth. The warmness of her hands, and mouth feel incredible. She strokes me, and pushes me deeper. I can’t exactly explain the wonderful sensation of deep throating a girl, but I had to brace myself against the furniture to throat fuck her. She gags, but continues to take me in. Her hands cup my balls, and lightly squeeze them. I feel a pulsating pleasure coming on. I can’t help the intense feeling that is riding in my groin. I pull my penis out, afraid to cum without pleasuring her first. She insists, and gently guides the head of my penis back into her mouth. She sucks it, licks its, and pushes it back down her throat. I can’t exactly explain the sensation, but it was a million times better than it was with using my own hands. I blindly orgasm into her sweet throat, and she sucks it down. I leave my penis there for a few seconds more, until she gently pulls it out. I am going flaccid. She stands up, I am again weak in the knees, and she looks into my eyes…


This is where he left off.

Apparently, he had gotten so turned on by recounting the storyline, that he needed a little “encouragement” to go on.

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You can be Jeffery, and I’ll be the hot girl from your youth.

Let’s do this!

 

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Its been a busy week, and I

decided to go unwind at a local pub. Sometimes, there are sports games on the monitors, and other times, it’s the local programming. Tonight, it was local programming.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping a glass from my favorite tap (Dog Fish Head), when this young man comes strolling into the bar. He is wearing a Harley bikers jacket with many patches, and places his helmet up on the counter. It’s bizarre to me, because it isn’t typically young men who own the Harleys. But what do I know?

 

He catches me looking

at him, and nods. He peers at my drink, recognizes it, and nods again. I’m having what she’s having. The barman produces the drink, and biker guy takes a long swig from it. He turns to me, curious about what I was up to, and if I wanted to “see it”.

I’m looking at him for all the wrong reasons. Young, good-looking bad boy with a bike. Of course, I want to “see it”. Who wouldn’t? I agree, and we leave together.

 

Outside, he points out his ride. It’s his old mans classic beauty. He gets to ride it now and then. I look over at him, biker patches, jeans that shaped around his form quiet lovely, and hardy work books. I reply to him, that I’d like to “ride it”, too. I winked.

He looked at me, a tall blonde haired blue eyed mid-twenties woman with a few buttons undone displaying my lovely assets, and a pair of jeans that hugged all of the right parts.

 

I walked up to his bike, and carefully traced the shape with the ends of my fingers. He tells me that the ride is exhilarating, and he loves how it feels up top. I stop and look up at him: “I’m having what you’re having”.

 

In the next second,

I find myself being led by the hand to the area between the pub and the building next to it. There’s a pathway, and it goes to the back of the building. It’s dark out, and private. He pushes me against the wall, and we start making out. He quickly unbuttons my shirt, pulls down my bra, exposing my breasts, and starts sucking on them.

I take my hand, and feel for his pants, he is budging. He takes my hand, and pins it back against the wall. Panting, he unbuttons, and pulls down my jeans to my ankles. Taking his hand, he grasps my pussy, and kisses me some more. I am incredibly wet. He quickly shimmys his pants down to his ankles, and pulls out this massive cock. He whispers into my ear, “Lets ride”. He lifts me up, and slowly slides my down right over his penis. I’ve never had a guy lift-fuck me before. Pressing me against the wall, above ground, he fucks me as hard as he can. OMG! I cant describe the sensation than anything more than exhilarating. He was right

 

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So much for that.

My boyfriend ditched me at iHeartRadio Festival. Well, kind of. Here’s the tickets, and ran. Maybe its more like dumped me. Its complicated…


Anyways, I was standing outside of the T-Mobile Arena, by myself, with two tickets to go have fun at this awesome festival, when this woman walks up to me…

“Hey. I just wanted to tell you how cute I think your pink shorts are”. She smiled.

I was still a little bit in shock from the boyfriend incident before, so I may have been underwhelmed when responding back to her kind compliment: oh, yeah, uh, thanks.

She tilted her head to the side, and looked at me carefully.

“Well, I don’t know what you think, but I think that they are adorable,” she said with a matter-of-fact voice.

Feeling slightly ashamed of my behavior, I apologized to her, and said that my mind was elsewhere.

But I didn’t expect her response.

I figured that she’d just walk off right after that encounter.

Instead, she came closer, and put her hand out to me.

“Hey, I’m Krissy. I like your shorts. I like your golden blonde hair. I think that you have a cute smile. And, your boyfriend is a loser, who doesn’t know what he is missing.”

My eyes opened wide. How did she know about him? Was she watching us when he kicked me out of the car, unceremoniously threw my bags out of the trunk into the gutter, shoved the tickets in my hand, and told me to fuck off! Oh, sorry, I mean, Here’s the tickets now fuck off! I guess she did.

“Don’t worry about him, she said, you are now with me…”


I was ushered along into a bigger group of these model-esque looking blonde girls. Most of them had waist long hair, one had a pony tail, the other had pigtails. They were also wearing little short shorts like me, but wore loosely hanging tees that were sometimes see through. One of the women in the group, had a streak of red high-lights, and wore gogo boots. She smiled at me.

 

They were going into the festival, and had VIP tickets. My tickets were the cheap ones, I knew that I couldn’t get in to where they were going. The gogo boots woman seemingly reading my mind, parted the crowd, and walked right up to me.

 

Don’t worry, we have friends. You are coming with us, she said. And with that, my bags were picked up, and I was shepherded to a non-public entryway to the side of the T-Mobile building.

 

This security guard looking dude asked for our credentials, and GoGo lady pulls out a piece of paper. The guard looks at it, looks up at us, and then nods while handing the paper back. The door opened, and we all step through. I am beside myself surprised. Who are these people? Where am I going? I obediently followed the girls along a pathway, and through several more doors, until we came to a suite. It looked like a private hotel lounge, but prepared for just our group. There was a rotating bed, several couches, and even a fireplace! What? Where am I?

 

Krissy walks over to me, and says that I can make myself at home. She takes my jacket, and throws it on a chair. She walks over, and sits on the rotating bed, and pats the area next to her. I obediently walk over, and sit down. With her hands, she brushes my blond hair away from my face, and goes in for a kiss. Surprising myself, I dont pull back, but instead kiss her back. Her hand, I feel it making its way down my chest, and up into my shorts. I feel a new pair of hands, unbutton my shorts, and slip them off. A third pair of hands, lift my shirt, unfasten my bra, and grab my breasts in a circular fashion. Amazed by this, I quickly tear off my shirt and chuck my bra across the floor. I am now guided onto my back, and there are five girls around me. My panties are peeled off. I take a finger, and touch myself. I am wet. I have never been with a girl let alone FIVE girls and I am incredibly turned on. My hand is brushed away, and I feel the tip of a tongue begin exploring the fine definitions of my libia, and clitoris hood. I feel a mouth gently sucking on my large breasts I continue kissing, and now I am touching her. I am gently stroking her public mound, and feeling her clitoris hood. She is very wet. I want to put my mouth on her and taste her, I want to feel her inside of me…


Actually, I want to feel YOU inside of me. Im so fucking horny right now, you just NEED to call me. I’ve gotten so turned on by writing this that my pussy is all wet. Im pulling out my pocket rocket, and need your help to finish me off.

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