Boy Toy Humiliation Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

I was in the mood for some boy toy humiliation. And I know how long you have been fantasizing about me. I know exactly how much you want me. I eat boys like you for breakfast. So, there you were, with our friends, watching me emerge from the ocean, a vertible Aphrodite, in my barely there bikini. My perfect tits bounced a little as I jogged in and as I toweled myself off, I made sure to turn just so–now you can see my tight, toned ass.

I see your cock grow hard in your swim trunks. And then I slink over to you and whisper in your ear, “Oooh what is this we have here, Kris?” You blush and stammer as I smirk knowingly at you. I’ve had a few drinks and that always makes me horny. You know I could tell everyone, don’t you? How we would all laugh at you! Ah, but I am not *completely* heartless.

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Jasmine’s The Serpent Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Jasmine walked into the club and nonchalantly, handed her high heeled sandals to the young barman who knew her well. Rumour had it that he knew her very, very well indeed. Without even deigning to look at him, though he gazed longingly at her in mute appeal, she ordered a double brandy and padded across the floor barefoot, as though there were nothing unusual in being barefoot in a chic nightclub. Her head was held high and her Nile green dress was long, clinging to her beautiful body so closely that she might almost have been naked. She walked without care, consumed within the fires of herself.

As she moved, serpent-like through the crowd, the revelers moved out of her way reflexively. She curled her body sensuously into a chair beside the sweet blonde girl whose lover she had taken for her own and what she is said to have told her was later grist for the ever avid gossip mills of our social circle.

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Jasmine’s Good Little Boy Phonesex Part 2

 JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“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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Jasmine’s Like Father Like Son Phone Sex

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His lips on my tits, wild like animal, taking my nipples into his mouth and devouring them like  thirsty cub sucking at his mothers breast. Moving a top me now, his muscular naked torso pressing hard against my body, his weight pinning me down his cock hard like granite inches from the warm wet pleasure that is my pussy. “No no ” I say to him, “you wait. First I get pleasure.” I grabbed his hair, pulling hard and forcing his face between my legs. “Be a good boy. Show me how strong your desire is, show me how much you want me.”

AND WANT ME HE DID.

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Games With Auntie Jasmine Pt 2 Phonesex

Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

My nephew realized his mistake. We had been playing The Waiting Game and he had cum without asking my permission. Truthfully, I found the fact that he had cum so fast convenient for now I would have good excuse to punish him. Not that I needed an excuse. I owned him completely, body, soul, mind and cock. He would have done anything for me.

I smirked disdainfully at his still dripping cock. “You do nothing without my permission,” I said. “Do you understand?” His breath was ragged when he answered me, “yes Aunt Jasmine.” “No,” I said. Today I am not going to be Aunt Jasmine. I am going to be Mistress Jasmine.”

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Something Wild Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext 262
It was late  in the evening as I sat alone on the chaise lounge, looking out the bay window of my penthouse apartment at all the lights of Manhattan, drinking a rather large snifter of brandy. The ticking of the grandfather clock began to oppress me, as though my life, I could measure it out by each and every tick of that fucking clock. I was alone again as my husband was away–again–on business trip.
Barefooted, I walked out onto the balcony. The winter breeze was cool on my face as the liquor worked its magic warming me up from the inside. Excitement moved through my veins as surely as that brandy. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was not, but at that moment I began to feel a deep longing, yes, a longing to run, to become someone else if only for tonight, to escape, to be free, to do something. To do– something wild.

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