Phone Sex Therapist Rebecca Gets Down To Business

Well, you know as a phone sex therapistphone sex therapist, it’s not uncommon for guys to come in here all worked up and ready to spill their darkest desires. They sit on the couch, their hands already working on their dicks as they start telling me about the depraved fantasies they have. Sometimes it’s rough sex, sometimes it’s non-consensual, and sometimes it’s just downright fucked up. But you know what? It turns me on. I mean, I’m a slut at heart, and the more twisted their fantasies are, the harder my pussy gets.

I listen intently, nodding along, encouraging them to go deeper into their depravity. I might even join in, telling them how hot it sounds or offering up some suggestions of my own. And before you know it, we’re both lost in this twisted world of taboo desires. Their cocks get harder, and mine starts to ache for it.

Sometimes, I can’t help but reach out and touch them. Stroke their dicks, feel the heat coming off of them. And then, when they’re at their most vulnerable, I’ll lean in close and whisper, “Why don’t you just cum for me, baby?” And that’s all it takes. They explode, shooting their cum all over my hands or my tits or even my face if I’m feeling particularly naughty.

But you know what really gets me going? When they start talking about fucking kids or non-consensual acts. That’s when I really lose control. I mean, I’m not into any of that shit in real life, but in the heat of the moment, with my pussy aching for release… well, let’s just say I’ve been known to hop on a cock or two. I’ll straddle their faces, grinding my wet pussy against their mouths until they start lapping at me like hungry dogs. And then I’ll ride them, taking their cocks deep inside me as they moan and groan in pleasure.

It’s a fucked up way to get off, I know. But hey, it works for us. And as long as everyone’s safe and consenting (even if it’s just in their fantasies), who am I to judge? I’m just here to help them explore their darkest desires and give them an outlet for all that pent-up aggression. And let’s be real, sometimes those desires can be pretty damn hot.

So yeah, that’s how it goes down in here. Guys come in all worked up, spill their guts about their sickest fantasies, and before they know it, they’re cumming all over me while I ride their cocks like there’s no tomorrow. It’s not for everyone, but it sure as hell works for us. And hey, who knows? Maybe one day we’ll take things even further and actually act out some of these twisted fantasies together. Stranger things have happened around here.

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