Joey

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It’s late and everyone else has gone home. I’m the last one out again, so much to do lately, and I have had to stay after hours to make sure everything gets done properly. As I gather the last of my paperwork I hear something. Joey Get’s Fucked At The Phone Sex Office is falling into position, and I don’t even know it yet. I look up, and I see your office light on. I just leave you be until I can hear you looking for something and having a hard time finding it. I walk over to see if I can be of assistance, and you are so surprised to see me here so late.

You tell me that there is a missing file that you need tonight, that it is very urgent. Funny enough I know exactly where that file is because thats what I have been working on all evening. “Your a lifesaver Joey” you tell me. Inside I feel so happy to help and see him tonight, here, alone. I have such lust for him that at times it is distracting. You take the file from my hands so slowly while looking deeply into my eyes, and it sends shockwaves up my thighs. You grab me by the back of my head and pull me into you and kiss me.

This kiss is so deep and hard that my young pussy is quivering along with the rest of my body. You slip your hand under my skirt and drag it up until you can feel just how wet I am. Flipping me around and bending me over your desk, you lean into my ear to whisper to me. Tell me you want this Sweet Joey, tell me how badly you want your bosses big fat cock shoved deep inside you, I hear. Oh I do want you bad too, and have for some time. This is happening right here, right now, and I’m going to get the pounding I have been role play fantasizing about.

Love,

Sweet Joey xoxo

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Its after midnight and you are nowhere to be found. Joey The Spy Of Phone Sex sits in the shadows of the Lowbrow Saloon, a dive bar down at the docks as our scene is set.

Your late and my mind wanders in a million directions. Was last night the final time I will know your touch? Will we live out our incredible fantasies together like we talk about? Were you taken out by the very target we hunt? A soft bell rings out from the door swinging open, its you. I can finally exhale for the first time for over an hour. You join me at my little round table and shoot back the Johnny Walker I ordered you.

“Do you have it?” I ask. You tap your breast pocket signaling all is well and we can move forward with the next phase of our mutual masturbation mission. The pieces are lining up and we move out into the night. The moon shinning so bright off the black ocean water. Walking briskly you quietly tell me you like my hair. I had to dye it for this latest assignment. The man I have been hired to kill is mad for a tall brunette and I always get my man. So with my new sorrel locks we disappear between two ships.

I walk into my marks hotel room where I see him standing over at the suites oval cocktail cart. He asks what I’m drinking, and I reply, “A rusty nail”. He raises one eyebrow and smirks. Men are so easily impressed. He fixes my cocktail and motions for me to join him by the window. I always love the city from this high up, quiet and still, the vulgarity melts away leaving only its twinkle and beauty. He hands me my drink and grabs the small of my back. He believes my teen pussy is his for the taking, but he will learn just who is predator and who is prey in just seconds.

He takes a hand full of my hair and pulls my head back. “Natasha” he hisses as he leans in for a kiss. Instead of my lips, he is met with my Walther PPK. A single bullet takes his last breath away and he falls at my feet. I gather the needed data off his hard drive and make my exit out of that big picture window, into the view I love so much.

I meet you back at our sex nest home base so worked up from the thrill of it all that I immediately tear into you. Kissing you deeply I reach for your belt to rid you of all clothing blocking my next meal. As I look into your eyes I whisper, ” I couldn’t have done it without you, my double agent”. I am consumed with lust for my spy who has flipped over to my side. The man who loves the good girl gone bad in me. We are now an unstoppable duo, and success is our only protocol.

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I was dancing at the studio I rehearse at regularly, when I spied an older man watching me. He looked nice enough, handsome even. He was noticeably staring though, which made me a bit uncomfortable. What did he want I wondered? I kept on with my practicing, trying very hard to ignore the growingly disturbing stranger. I was struggling to dance as myself, making simple mistakes, and getting frustrated, so I decided to take a short break. While I was leaning over to grab my water bottle with the sparkly J on it, the stranger greeted me. “Hello there. Why aren’t you a cute young girl” he said. “Thank you” I awkwardly replied back, and began to walk across the floor to the other side of the room. The man followed making desperate attempts at holding a conversation with me.

 

Finally I asked him if there was something I could help hime with. Under his breath I heard him say, “Adultery phone sex“. “Excuse me” I exclaimed. He repeated the comment, only this time loud enough for me to not question him. “I don’t follow” I said a bit frustrated at this point. This man of questionable behavior began to explain that what he was actually seeking was a relationship of sorts with one of those baby fuck sluts. He was looking for a dancer to support in exchange for her Ageplay Daddy & Daughter indulgence.

I made it clear that I was not interested, but he continued to ask me questions about my lifestyle. He asked me how many hours I work a week, and how much energy is left after all of my working for dance. He made multiple points that for a small amount of Role-Play Phone Sex I would have the luxury of spending my entire day studying dance, and going to auditions. I must say that the little devil on my shoulder began to speak to me. I mean how bad would it really be to, for a short time be someones anal whore, as he put it.  And how many other daddy’s little girl dancers were doing this same sort of thing? Plenty I bet.

Then my angel piped up and said very loudly, “Are you crazy? A kept girl? You? Miss independent? Miss I can move out to the big city and make my dreams come true no matter what anybody says? You?” I just don’t know… What would you do?

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