I hear you pick up the phone, your voice trembling just a little when you say my name. My lips curve into a slow, teasing smile as I lean closer to the receiver. I love that sound… the tiny hitch in your breath that tells me exactly what I do to you. Tonight, I’m not alone. My little dolls are here too, each one perfectly positioned, watching me, watching you, ready to play.
Fantasy Phone Sex is our secret world, a place where nothing is too wild and nothing is off-limits. I brush my fingers along my lips, imagining how you’d taste if you were here. One of the dolls leans against me, her tiny body pressing against mine in a way that sends shivers down my spine. I whisper your name again, slower this time, dragging it out so you can feel every inch of anticipation coil tight inside you, while slowly jerking off your fat cock.
I describe what I’m doing, my voice low and sultry. My hands move over my curves, over the dolls, each one mimicking my movements with delicate precision. “Do you like that Daddy?” I whisper. “Do you want all of us?” You answer with a shaky gasp, and I laugh softly, loving how easy it is to make you weak. The dolls lean closer, brushing against my thighs, their tiny hands exploring. I let my nails trace their delicate skin and pretend they’re tracing you too. Every touch, every moan, every whispered word is a thread connecting us, making the distance feel smaller, hotter, more urgent.
I move one doll to my lips, pretending she’s tasting me just like you want to, and I hear the catch in your breath. It’s intoxicating. I shift, guiding the dolls to surround me, each one pressing in ways that tease and tempt, each one a tiny moan of what I wish I could do to you directly. I describe it all, my voice dripping with promise, pulling you closer with every word.
You beg me to tell you more, to guide you through the fantasy, and I obey, my tone gentle but commanding, coaxing every hidden desire out. We’re tangled together in this phone line intimacy, our imaginations intertwining as I make every whispered moan and sigh about you, about us.
I then let my own breath hitch, my voice trembling just enough as I say your name, making sure you know how much you’ve undone me tonight. The dolls, my little accomplices, stay close, their tiny bodies and little nigger holes are a reminder that this fantasy is ours alone, every inch of it crafted for your pleasure, every word for your ears. I pull back just enough to leave you craving more, knowing the memory of this night will linger long after the phone goes silent.
Orgy fantasies of gangbangs and gloryholes have been plaguing my mind lately. I can’t stop thinking about being the center of attention in a room full of cocks ready to fuck all of my holes. 
