Wearing Pantyhose Together Phone Sex

I slip my toes into the foot of a pair of silky pantyhose.  The room is so silent I can hear the whisper as I slide them up my calf, over my knee and encase my thigh.  I repeat this on my other leg before standing up and smoothing the pantyhose over my hips.  I let the pantyhose snap around my waist.

Oh look!  I have another pair here.  Now all I need is someone who will let me slip them on him.  The feel and sound of two pantyhose encased legs rubbing against each other is erotic.

Will you come and play with me?  Our lower bodies surrounded by a tight satiny hug of silk or nylon.

Zesty Zoey

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Auctioned Off for Charity Phone Sex

I recently attended a charity event with Sir.  He loves it when I go all out to look as beautiful and elegant as I can for him when we attend these events together.  So, when the event hosts announced that it was time for the charity auction, Sir informed me that I was one of the items up for auction.  He led me up to the stage and an all expense paid date with me was put to bid.

The bidding was fast and furious, and I blushed as I stood there smiling alluringly.  I could feel my pussy soak my panties at the thought of being chattel for Sir.  I wondered what else would be included in the date for the winner.

The bidding came down to two men, and older white gentleman with a Colonel Sanders like hair style and beard and a very tall virile looking black male in a three-piece tux.  I had noticed him watching me earlier in the evening and was pleased he was engaged in this bidding war over me.  My nipples hardened and tingled, and my pussy clenched when the final gavel came down and it was announced that the tall handsome black man had won.

I watched as Sir surreptitiously made his way over to the tall black man and whispered into his ear.  A wicked grin split the man’s face and I knew more than just a meal with me had been arranged.

Zesty Zoey

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Sexual Connoisseur Fucking All the Time Phone Sex

Some would disparage me and call me a whore.  I, however, prefer sexual connoisseur.

I love to fuckI love being fucked.  I love watching others fucking.

Life should just be a series of fucking experiences.  One after the other.  With whoever we want, whenever we want.  Why are there so many rules about fucking?

I intend to live life to its fullest.  I’m going to get as much fucking in as I can before I turn too old to fuck, if there even is such a thing.

Line ’em up boys.  Big cocks, not so big cocks.  Bring them all to me.  Let me lick them and fill my pussy with them.

Let’s all just fuck each other until we can’t walk anymore!!!

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 4

“Much better,” the King commended me after my latest performance, “However, there is one orifice yet to be used by my jesters.”

Looking up from the ground where I was crouched, I waited for his final command.

“I don’t think I’ll leave it to my silly jesters to take you there though.” he stated looking down at me and meeting my eyes.

Still refusing to speak, I continued to glare at him as more of my fate was determined by his sadistic whims and desires.

“I think an alliance needs to be made between our kingdoms.  When I heard of your betrothal to the Prince in the kingdom beyond mine, I knew I had to step in.” the King explained standing up and descending from his throne to stand before me.

“Why your parents allowed you to wait till you were 27 to marry you off is beyond me.  You are beautiful and wild, any man would have agreed to take you as his wife in a moment.” the King commented, walking around me as I sat back on my heels so I could maintain my seething stare with him.

“My parents allowed me to pick my own husband and I was not ready to marry until I found the man who would compliment me the best.” I explained wanting to defend my parents’ progressive raising of me.

“Well, their stupidity is my gain,” the King mocked and then called “Bring out the vicar and my son.”

The King’s son Geoffery had an even more sadistic reputation than his father.  Geoffery had numerous bastards spread throughout his kingdom and a reputation for taking what he wanted from whomever he wanted it.

From their prisons high above the court, I heard both my parents cry out in protest. They were quickly quieted by guards standing below them poking spears between the bars.  They were forced to watch helplessly as I was about to obviously be married off to the Prince and our marriage to be consummated in front of an entire court of watching courtiers.

I was quickly hand fast to Geoffery and when the official ceremony was over, the King called for his son to celebrate with the public consummation of our marriage.  In a last moment of bravado and panic, I jumped to my feet and bolted for the nearest door.  My hasty escape was thwarted when the Prince grabbed me by my hair yanking me backwards.

Laughing at me, he ordered two chairs to be brought into the throne room.  Then he picked two of the women courtiers in the room to have a seat on the chairs.  Positioning me between them, so that I was facing them, he told them each to take one of my arms and to hold on tightly.  If they let me go, they would be flogged.

They each grabbed one of my arms tightly, wrapping them around their waists and securing my arms around them by the back of my elbows and under my arms.  My breasts were hanging down obscenely and I felt the Prince kneel behind me.  I heard him spit and then felt his hand swipe between the cheeks of my ass.

“Hold on tightly.” he ordered them once again.

Then he shoved his cock all the way into my ass.  My entire body bucked and I could not hold back the scream that was wrenched from my lips.  Nor could I stop the tears running down my cheeks.

I could hear his grunts and laughs as I struggled against my captors as he roughly fucked my virgin ass hard and deep.  He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back ordering me to look into his eyes as he came deep in my ass.  When he pulled out, the King patted his son on the back and congratulated him on his beautiful new bride.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 3

“Take her to the cross,” the king suggested to the jesters.

Smiling to one another, they half walked half dragged me over to a large wooden X shaped piece of furniture.  At each point of the X were shackles.  I was made to face the X and my wrists and ankles were secured within the shackles.  The jesters took turns taunting and pinching and poking me in various places.  I stared at the wood in front of me and gritted my teeth trying to keep any sound from escaping my lips.

“Jesters, do you think she did a good job servicing you with her mouth?” the King questioned.

“Your majesty,” replied one of the jesters, “We found her performance lack luster and disheartening.  We are hoping other performances to be more energetic.”

“Perhaps she needs some incentive,” the King said ominously, “Have the executioner bring his whip.”

I couldn’t see anything other than the wood in front of my face.  I could hear giggles and gasps and people walking around behind me.  Someone came up behind me binding my hair to the top of my head, exposing my back.

Then I heard the king command 25 lashes and before I could take a breath, a searing pain etched across my back.  Each bite of that whip forced the wind out of my lungs.  After the fifth strike, I could no longer hold back the screams.  I was once again begging for the torture to stop.  I would do anything if they would just stop.

After the 15th strike I felt wetness oozing down my back, trickling down my buttocks and the back of my legs.  Then I heard my mother begging the king to stop this madness.  His only response was to laugh and to threaten her to shut her mouth or I would receive an additional ten lashes for her insolence.  I didn’t hear another peep from my mother.

When the 25th lash had finally been administered, I slumped in my restraints, my head hanging forward pressed against the wooden beams in front of me.  The jesters hands were on me again, releasing me from the shackles and dragging me to the floor in the middle of the room.  I was unceremoniously dumped to the ground where I tried to push myself up on my knees to look up at the king grinning sadistically.

“Now, you will service my jesters with your body.  You will be energetic and enthusiastic.  For if you beg or argue or resist, 25 more lashes of the whip await your future.  Get up on your hands and knees and beg the jester of your choice to fuck your pussy.” the King commanded me waiting for me to fail at the task and to give him a reason to whip me again.

Glaring at him in defiance of allowing him the satisfaction of seeing me at the mercy of his executioner, I pushed myself to my hands and knees, looking up at the jester to my right and said in the sweetest voice I could muster, “Please Sir, will you fuck my sweet pussy?”

The jester, giving me a mocking smile replied, “Well, how could I deny such a sweet request from a lady such as yourself?”

Then with that he knelt behind me, forced my face to the ground, opened his pants and shoved his cock into my pussy.  Biting back the yelp as he pushed past my hymen, I began to rock with his thrusting motions.  As his thrusts opened me up making his passage easier, something inside me began to build.  Every time he thrust into me I could feel pressure building until suddenly the pressure broke and I came while he fucked me hard from behind.  I screamed again but this time not from pain.

Cumming on his cock brought the jester to his own climax and he thrust deep inside me and his cock filled my pussy with his seed.  When he moved away, the next jester took his place.  He shoved his hard cock into me fucking me with wild abandon.  Wrapping his arm around my waist his fingers found a very sensitive spot between my legs and began rubbing it.  Another explosive orgasm over took me.  I cried out from the intensity and this time begged him for more.

I heard the King say something mocking to my parents about having a slut for a princess.  I was too overwhelmed by the once again building pressure to pay attention to anything he was saying now.  When I climaxed a third time, the second jester came with me.  I could feel their combined cum squishing out of my pussy and dripping onto the floor underneath me.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 2

My words fell on deaf ears as the jesters quickly jumped up and made quick work of picking me up and tearing off my gown and petticoats revealing my naked body to their eyes and the eyes of all the other onlookers.  The men were wiry and strong and my struggles were futile.  I was dragged to a wooden beam with four legs supporting it.  I was strapped down upon the beam, my back and ass exposed to the air and the wood edges pressing cruelly into my stomach, breasts, and pussy.

From a rack of implements designed to torture a person, each jester picked up a leather flogger.  After first bowing to the king, they began to dance and sing around me.  Then they began to bring those floggers down upon my skin.  Each thrash brought multiple sensations of being stung by wasps.  I tried to keep my cries to myself, knowing that this was what they wanted, to hear my torment.  With the three of them raining down blows is quick succession, I hadn’t know such searing pain and it wasn’t long before wails escaped my lips, not just of pain but of shear embarrassment and shame.

The blows rained down and the screams were torn from my lips.  As two of the jesters continued to beat me with the floggers, the third walked up to my head, opened his breaches and stuffed his foul smelling cock right into my mouth.  My screams turned into gags and noises of disgust and distress.

The king laughed and said “That’s a much more pleasant sound.”

I struggled to pull my head away but it was held firmly in place.  This new noxious instrument of torture and humiliation began to slide in and out of my mouth.  Every time he pressed deep inside me I gagged and was so thankful that I had an empty stomach or I would have embarrassed myself further.  Tears streamed down my face as he fucked and chocked my mouth and throat until finally he grunted and my mouth was flooded with his cock cream.  I swallowed it down to keep from choking and he slid his limp cock from my mouth and to my horror another was ready to take his place.

I was forced to endure this degradation with all three of the laughing dancing men.  When they each had abused my mouth and forced me to swallow their seed, the stinging blows of the floggers finally stopped and I was untied and lifted to my feet.  The king slowly applauded and I optimistically thought that my humiliation was coming to an end.  I was regrettably mistaken, my ordeal had only begun.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex

The orchidaceous King Henry sat upon his throne ruling over all the land.  He was a sadistic, ill tempered king who often sacrificed maidens to amuse his twisted tastes.  My parents were King and Queen of the next kingdom over and we were passing through on our way to a meeting with a kingdom beyond to orchestrate my marriage to the Prince there.

As we were passing through King Henry’s land, our carriage was stopped and seized by the Captain of the Guard and his lackeys.  My mother and father were separated from me and I was taken before the king and presented to him without pretense.  When I arrived in the King’s court, I saw my parents locked individually, naked in cages suspended over the court floor on either side of the king.

“Your Majesty, we have brought you a succulent maiden to entertain you and your courtiers.”  the Captain of the Guard announced holding my struggling form harshly by my arm.

Seeing me glaring up at him and struggling within the guard’s grasp, the King smiled and said, “A maiden with spirit and fight.  You have done well, Sir Aaron.”

Becoming enraged at the sight of my own parents being humiliated in such a manner and indignant at being treated as a common peasant, I gave a wordless roar and used my free lower limbs to free myself.  Shoving my weight into the Captain I managed to knock him off balance enough to kick at him behind his exposed knee causing him to collapse forward.  I used this advantage to grab his helmet and shove his head to the floor and to reach for his sword at his side.

I had just started pulling the sword out of its scabbard when I was grabbed from behind by another of the guard, my arms pinned to my side, and picked up off my feet.  More guards came running in with thongs of leather and they made quick work of binding my hands and feet together.  The Captain, recovering quickly, got back to his feet and back handed me with his gauntleted fist.  I remained silently defiant glaring at him and my other captor despite the rush of the iron taste in my mouth.

The King got up from his throne and came down his ornate stairs.  Coming to stand before me, he grasped my chin between his fingers and forced to look at him.  I refused to be cowed and did my best to show him he would never intimidate me.

“You are Princess Zoey from the Kingdom of Elise,” he stated.

I nodded and continued to stare him down wordlessly.

“Are you offended by your treatment here?”  he questioned smiling that evil smile of his.

“As you so aptly pointed out, I am Princess and my mother and father, whom you have incarcerated above your court are King and Queen of the Kingdom of Elise.  We have done nothing to warrant such treatment.  I demand to know why you have detained us when we were simply passing through your kingdom causing no issues on our journey.” I replied as haughtily as possible hoping my confidence would persuade him to let us go with no further molestation.

His grin spread as though I had responded in exactly the way he had hoped I would.  He turned to the Captain and ordered him to call the court jesters into the main hall.  In a few minutes, appeared three men in outfits nearly as orchidaceous as the King’s.  They made their way dancing and tumbling to kneel at the king’s feet presenting themselves as ordered.

Turning to address the three bowed heads, the King said “Jesters, I have brought you here today to reward you for your outstanding performance and entertainment last night.  Here, I have this succulent morsel for you to enjoy as we enjoyed you last night.  You are to do with her as you wish here and now with the entire court watching.”

Pulling me from the restraining arms of his guards he tossed me unceremoniously onto the floor and walked back to his throne.  Then he sat and clapped his hands signaling the show should start.  From the side doors, heavy wooden furniture as rolled into the hall and strategically placed for maximum viewing ability of the king from his throne and my parents from their cages on either side of the king.  I was to be used and humiliated not only in front of the king and his court but in front of my parents as well.

“No!” I screamed outraged.

Zesty Zoey

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Thanked Him for His Service Phone Sex

I was walking down the street when I spotted this tall, dark, and handsome man, in a Marine’s uniform, walk out of one of those recruitment buildings.  We caught each other’s eye and I smiled shyly at him.  I have always been a sucker for a man in uniform.  He stood outside of the building and waited for me to make my way up the street till I was standing in front of him.

“Hello, Miss.” he said tipping his hat like a gentleman.

“Hello, a gentleman with manners.” I replied grinning.  “I don’t know if people say this often enough, but I wanted to say thank you for your service to our country.”

“I’d be honored if you would allow me to buy you a cup of coffee.” the Marine stated smiling and visibly confident that I wouldn’t say no.

Of course, I accepted.  It was the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.  We hit it off famously.  So, after chatting and enjoying our cups of joe we decided that I had a very intriguing way of showing him just how much I appreciated his service in the military.

Zesty Zoey

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Losing a Football Bet Phone sex

Being forced to watch football has caused the sport to grow on me over the years.  I’m not an expert or anything but I do appreciate the men in their tight pants.  I’ve always been a sucker for the ones who are always under appreciated.  So, being in Steeler’s country, I take a lot of flack for being a Buffalo Bills fan.

My friend Alex, in particular, rides me hard about being a Bills fan and reminds me of how much they lose every chance he gets.  This year I’m being optimistic and when Alex started running his mouth I told him to put his money where his mouth is.

There was an upcoming Bills vs. Patriots game on Sunday and I offered a bet.  He’s been trying to get into my bed for months and I figured I’d take advantage of his eagerness to my advantage.  I bet him that if Buffalo won then he had to take me out to dinner to the restaurant of my choice.  If New England won, I’d put my hair in the pretty braids he loved so much and let him fuck my mouth and show him my mastery in the art of deep throating.

He jumped at that bet faster than anything.  I lost the bet.  He gloated the entire time he claimed his prize.  Then asked me about the stakes for our next bet.

Maybe you’d like your own football bet with me?  *wink*

Zesty Zoey

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Blondes may have more fun but brunettes do it nastier and kinkier phone sex

Look at my braids!  How can you not see past that sweet country girl brunette exterior and see the nasty, kinky, fuck hole that lies underneath the surface.

Blondes may have more fun and they do an amazing job, but I’m here to tell you that brunettes do it nastier, kinkier, funkier, and wilder.  This brunette is a whore beyond your wildest imagination.

Grab my braids.  Lock into my pussy.  Then hold on for the ride of your life.

Fuck!  My pussy is soaked just thinking about how hard and nasty I’m going to fuck you.

Can you handle it?  Hee hee hee!

Zesty Zoey

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