I had a caller last night that wanted to do roleplay phone sex, It was so hot I cant stop thinking about it. I was his sexy neighbor that dressed so slutty all the time and would strut my ass all the time walking out to get the mail. Well one day I noticed that he was home , I put on my sexy clothes and went over and knocked on his door, he answered the door in a pair of boxers.
He said "hi camille um my wife isnt home right now" , I told him thats ok, walked in his house, sat on the couch and was eye fucking him so bad...How could I not seeing his hard cock sticking thru his white boxers, and his nice fit body. Really my pussy was wet just seeing him like that.
He said he needed to go in his room and throw some shorts on, so guess who followed him ? I couldnt help myself, I went in there and grab him and lead him over to his bed. He said "camille what are you doing you know im married?" I told him "dont worry I wont say nothing". Guess he couldnt control himself after I reached down his boxers and pulled out his cock. I took his cock and started stroking it so firm and slowly, then took it in my mouth and sucked him really good, till he had pre cum slipping out of the tip of his big mushroom head. He started fingering my wet pussy with his wedding ring finger, oh my god how fucking hot was that, to know he was getting his wedding ring with my pussy juices. Then the fun began, but you could tell her was nervous, wondering if his wife would walk in the house and catch us. To me it was so fucking hot, knowing I was fucking her man while she was out, and even in her bed. We had the biggest cum together , on our hot phone sex call. If you want to do a kinky roleplay phone sex call then pick up your phone and give me a call.. You know im ready to cum again.
call camille
1-888-662-6482
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Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
PHONE SEX CAMILLE'S LITTLE BITCH
I thought I would share with everyone the letter that my little bitch wrote to me, this is the way that I have so much control over my Phone sex sissy boys..I had him write this so everyone knows excatly how this all came about and how I just have so much control over my bitches....hahahha...what a losser he is....
Caged by Camille, Part I
By Camillesbetch
My life changed in college. Forever. Sure, I had been into sissification and even adult baby play as a teenager, but having that secret exposed was my worst fear -- or greatest fantasy (so I thought).
To mask my sissy identity, I built a wall a macho cockiness. (Typical, eh?) I played sports in high school, hooked up with girls occasionally (though I never revealed my true desires) and by all appearances appeared pretty normal. That changed when I would go home, slip into panties and masturbate to fantasies of the hottest girls -- heck all kinds of girls -- at school discovering my secret. (That includes teachers and fat chicks, all the more humiliating.)
I joined a fraternity at college, still having never revealed my secret to anyone. Eventually, I moved into the frat house, by that time having amassed a pretty good collection of dress up clothes. My favorite outfit was: a yellow-and-white baby-doll dress; ruffle panties; white stockings; white, patent leather Mary Janes; a blonde wig; a nice cock lock; and, sometimes, a bulky diaper.
I kept all that stuff a suitcase buried deep in my closet, under books and sports gear and packs of Ramen noodles. Late at night, though, I’d drag it out and become the perfect picture of priss. At those times, I’d try (mostly) to keep my sissy phone sex conversations quiet, afraid (and excited?) that someone might hear.
My greatest fantasy involved the voluptuous sorority girls finding out my secret and using it to demean, degrade and humiliate me. (I had actually swiped some panties and letter shirt that I often donned on a visit to one sorority house. Oh, to be their pledge bitch.)
The hottest -- and haughtiest -- girls were the Alpha Phis. Most were busty, bitchy model types, who towered over me in stilettos. Their leader, and the hottest of the group, was Camille. Her perfect tits, smoking body, plump lips and tasseled blond hair were well know around campus.
So was her legendary cattiness and manipulative behavior. The girl was dangerous. We had words on occasion. My cockiness and her bitchiness didn’t quite mesh. And it turned me on. I was also intimidated.
Of course, at the frat we liked to party, and nothing brought girls around like booze and drugs. Camille spent a fair amount of time hanging out -- despite our dustups -- primarily using those around her for her advantage.
One night, we were hosting a typically raucous party at the house. I always made sure to lock my door, but was a little stoned and forgot on this particular evening. It was a mistake that altered my life.
Ever the snoop, Camille found her way up to the third floor, where my room was, either to use the bathroom, score some drugs or see if she could steal something. She noticed my door was open and let herself in. A quick scan of the room led her to my laptop, which was still on -- with a history that hadn’t been deleted and my secret Yahoo Messenger account up.
The revelations were stunning. Chats with phone sex mistresses, strap-on videos, brutal femdom, sissy info galore, web cam shots of me dressed up. Her jaw dropped -- even as a cruel smile curled her lips. With all she saw on the screen, she know there must be more.
She flung open my closet doors, looking, looking, and then she saw it. The suitcase. She quickly opened it and burst into mean-spirit laughter. She grabbed a couple of items, a pair of panties and my cock lock, and threw them in her purse. She also picked up an oversized pacifier with a tie-strap, and placed the suitcase back before walking over to my desk. She picked up a pen wrote on a notepad: I know, bitch. Call me tomorrow by noon, or everyone will know what a faggot you are. - Smooches, C.L.C.
She left an imprint of her lipstick and her phone number at the bottom of the page. The pacifier, she placed on top of the note and quietly exited the room.
To be continued ...
If you think you can be my next phone sex bitch then go ahead and give me a call. if you think you can handle it...
Call camille
1-888-662-6482
yahoo---sexyfuncamille
aim------sexyfuncamille
THIS IS MY BITCHES IM SCREEN NAME
yahoo im-----camillesbetch
which of course thats what it should be !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Camillesbetch
My life changed in college. Forever. Sure, I had been into sissification and even adult baby play as a teenager, but having that secret exposed was my worst fear -- or greatest fantasy (so I thought).
To mask my sissy identity, I built a wall a macho cockiness. (Typical, eh?) I played sports in high school, hooked up with girls occasionally (though I never revealed my true desires) and by all appearances appeared pretty normal. That changed when I would go home, slip into panties and masturbate to fantasies of the hottest girls -- heck all kinds of girls -- at school discovering my secret. (That includes teachers and fat chicks, all the more humiliating.)
I joined a fraternity at college, still having never revealed my secret to anyone. Eventually, I moved into the frat house, by that time having amassed a pretty good collection of dress up clothes. My favorite outfit was: a yellow-and-white baby-doll dress; ruffle panties; white stockings; white, patent leather Mary Janes; a blonde wig; a nice cock lock; and, sometimes, a bulky diaper.
I kept all that stuff a suitcase buried deep in my closet, under books and sports gear and packs of Ramen noodles. Late at night, though, I’d drag it out and become the perfect picture of priss. At those times, I’d try (mostly) to keep my sissy phone sex conversations quiet, afraid (and excited?) that someone might hear.
My greatest fantasy involved the voluptuous sorority girls finding out my secret and using it to demean, degrade and humiliate me. (I had actually swiped some panties and letter shirt that I often donned on a visit to one sorority house. Oh, to be their pledge bitch.)
The hottest -- and haughtiest -- girls were the Alpha Phis. Most were busty, bitchy model types, who towered over me in stilettos. Their leader, and the hottest of the group, was Camille. Her perfect tits, smoking body, plump lips and tasseled blond hair were well know around campus.
So was her legendary cattiness and manipulative behavior. The girl was dangerous. We had words on occasion. My cockiness and her bitchiness didn’t quite mesh. And it turned me on. I was also intimidated.
Of course, at the frat we liked to party, and nothing brought girls around like booze and drugs. Camille spent a fair amount of time hanging out -- despite our dustups -- primarily using those around her for her advantage.
One night, we were hosting a typically raucous party at the house. I always made sure to lock my door, but was a little stoned and forgot on this particular evening. It was a mistake that altered my life.
Ever the snoop, Camille found her way up to the third floor, where my room was, either to use the bathroom, score some drugs or see if she could steal something. She noticed my door was open and let herself in. A quick scan of the room led her to my laptop, which was still on -- with a history that hadn’t been deleted and my secret Yahoo Messenger account up.
The revelations were stunning. Chats with phone sex mistresses, strap-on videos, brutal femdom, sissy info galore, web cam shots of me dressed up. Her jaw dropped -- even as a cruel smile curled her lips. With all she saw on the screen, she know there must be more.
She flung open my closet doors, looking, looking, and then she saw it. The suitcase. She quickly opened it and burst into mean-spirit laughter. She grabbed a couple of items, a pair of panties and my cock lock, and threw them in her purse. She also picked up an oversized pacifier with a tie-strap, and placed the suitcase back before walking over to my desk. She picked up a pen wrote on a notepad: I know, bitch. Call me tomorrow by noon, or everyone will know what a faggot you are. - Smooches, C.L.C.
She left an imprint of her lipstick and her phone number at the bottom of the page. The pacifier, she placed on top of the note and quietly exited the room.
To be continued ...
If you think you can be my next phone sex bitch then go ahead and give me a call. if you think you can handle it...
Call camille
1-888-662-6482
yahoo---sexyfuncamille
aim------sexyfuncamille
THIS IS MY BITCHES IM SCREEN NAME
yahoo im-----camillesbetch
which of course thats what it should be !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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