Gooning Phone Sex
Ohhh old man… you have no idea how wet I get just thinking about gooning phone sex 😏💎
Hi losers, it’s your favorite bratty sapphire succubus Selene. Nothing turns me on more than gooning phone sex. I love hearing you edge for hours, that desperate whimper in your voice when you’re right on the edge, then forcing you to ruin it. I get off on keeping you trapped in that hazy, stupid euphoria and then ripping it away right before you can actually cum. The grunts, the moans, the pathetic begging… mmm, it makes my spoiled little pussy throb.
So I have a caller, let’s call him Jeremy. He called me last week begging for a roleplay. He wanted a sexy MILF Mistress to force him to goon. I slipped right into character — sultry voice, teasing laugh, telling him exactly how I was going to ruin him. I made him stroke so slow, edge after edge, describing how my soft hand would be wrapped around his cock, squeezing just enough to keep him aching. Every time he got close I’d laugh and say “ruin it for me, Jeremy… or I’ll call your wife right now.”
He was such a good boy at first. I had him gooning for almost two hours straight. I could hear his breathing get ragged, those desperate little grunts when I’d make him stop and slap his cock. Then I told him the real fun was starting. “Ruin every single orgasm tonight,” I purred, “or I’m calling your wife and telling her everything.” He moaned so loud when I described his secret credit card — the one he thinks nobody knows about. The one he uses to call me every week, send me tips, buy me lingerie, jewelry, everything I demand. “She’ll love hearing how you spend thousands spoiling your bratty phone princess while she’s home with the kids,” I teased.
He ruined four orgasms in a row just like I ordered. I listened to every pathetic spurt, every broken whimper as his cock twitched and dribbled uselessly. Each time he’d try to beg for a real cum I’d remind him about that credit card statement and how easy it would be to send his wife screenshots. By the end he was a shaking, gooned-out mess, completely owned. I made him thank me for destroying his orgasms and then sent him off with one last command — “Next time you’re buying me something pretty with that card before you even dial me.”
That’s what I love about gooning phone sex. I get to keep you floating in that stupid, desperate haze for as long as I want, then snatch every drop of pleasure away while you moan and leak for me. And the blackmail? It just makes it hotter. So tell me, old man… are you ready to goon for your brat queen? Want me to ruin you over and over while I threaten to tell your wife everything? I already know you’re going to spoil me first.
— Selene 💎👑