Odessa

You Can’t Wait

I love being dirty with you while you’re at work. Something about the fact that you can’t wait till you’re off to talk to me really drives me wild. I imagine you locked in a bathroom stall, hard as a rock, aching to hear my voice and all the nasty things I want to do to you. If you want to hear my voice deliver you the hottest XXX phone sex whether you’re at work or at home give me a call. I can’t wait…can you?

Odessa

Which Role?

Dirty chat is such an amazing way to let go of stress and really play with your imagination. I just love seeing where my mind takes me or where your
mind can go. I love all kinds of role play, the weirder the better. Want to be my alien abductor? Want me to be your space queen? vampire?
babysitter? killer? I’m up for about 99.9% of anything you want to do. I love it all. Give me a call and see where this phone girl can take you.
Maybe we could visit a galaxy far far away, or an old heated memory of yours or even….YOUR GRAVE. Tell me all about it. I’m waiting.

Odessa

Serve Me

I know what you’ve heard about me. I can be harsh and cruel and such a tease…but I promise you there’s more. Submitting to me brings you such pleasure and you already know it’s true just by looking into my eyes and realizing that you aren’t even worthy of this goddess’ mercy. Give me your trust, release all your fears and desires unto me and I PROMISE you will be safe. You will also be filled with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I would never hurt you, pet…that is unless you cross me. Punishment for failing to follow my instruction is not cruel, it is a learning opportunity for you to better serve me. That is what you want isn’t it?

Odessa

Offering

“Yes, Odessa.”
“Pardon me?”
“Yes, goddess.”
I do love to hear that in my calls. A certain kind of call, in any case, with a lovely, sweet man, or man/girl. Sometimes it’s someone who wishes they were a slave. Or less extreme, a submissive. Or even a simple kinkster, who finds delight and pleasure in becoming partners in the nurturing of their unusual tastes.
Tom – that’s not the name on his birth certificate, of course, though I’m not quite sure. We haven’t gotten to the stage where he begs me to let him send such things. Anyway,Tom was sitting at his table, in front of his computer, looking at images of me. he gets a little unfocused by my eyes and lips, knowing how it would feel if I were to lightly brush my lips across his cheek, or even his own mouth. Unfocused? Yes. I can tell by his breathing and his voice. It wavers. Trails off sometimes.
It’s not his fault. As we talk, I have him rub his crotch as I slip my words into his ear and his mind. His body is flooded with pleasure as we talk about his need to be possessed by the eternal feminine, the embodiment of what led him to exist in the first place. At times, he imagines my toes dancing across his crotch or, if I’m feeling kind, his exposed cock. Or me, standing over him, looking down as he rubs himself, his eyes pleading for direction and guidance. It’s a beautiful sight. His desire growing stronger, his cock stiffening, his eyes imploring.
“That must feel good, pet.”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“Pardon me?”
“I’m sorry – yes, goddess.”
“Good boy, Tom. Your worship pleases me.”
You might not be able to imagine it, but making him honor our respective positions is very, very difficult for him in that vulnerable, exposed, and nearly pre-verbal state. It seems to take all the strength in his body to form words as he rubs himself and drifts through the landscapes I have created in his mind, of my strength and compassion as I bring him to the realization that his life – not to mention his throbbing, engorged cock – is much more fulfilling when he’s in my presence.
“Time to go lay down in bed,” I tell him. I delight in hearing his first faltering steps as he reacquaints himself with gravity. As he lays down, he exhales a long deep breath. I can hear his anticipation, his desire, his need to please, his need to release.
The only question at that moment, with his arousal at a pre-orgasm peak, is how long he will need to remain teetering on that edge, between the sublime, ongoing sensation of pleasure and powerlessness and the release that will set him free and rejoin his daily routines.
One thing that I do know – he will be back for the pleasure that he describes as “otherworldly.”

Odessa

Bow Down

Give me your tiny cock and let me make you into my sissy slut! It’s such a joy for me to dress you up in frills and silky things and make you prove
your worth to me as a filthy slut! I’ll make you take my giant strap on cock in all of the holes I can stretch if you just surrender! I look
forward to this moment of submission. Give me a call, whore. I’m waiting to be your XXX phone sex DOMME! BOW DOWN!

Odessa

Teeny Tiny

I want to take your small cock and dress it up nice and pretty with a thick red ribbon. I’ll tie up your balls and make it very tight at the base so that it hurts while you engorge yourself. Ribbon will run from around the base of your balls all the way up to a tight ring around the head of your teeny tiny dick. I will then order you to sit on your hands while I very slowly get undressed in front of you. I will laugh mercilessly as you squirm and struggle to get to your glorified clit and strike you hard across the face if you touch it. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH IT! I MAKE THE RULES HERE.
Suddenly you will hear some soft, sexy music as I continue to strip. You’ll see me start to sway my hips, move my hands up and down my soft, irresistible body clad only in black lacy thong and stockings. I’ll lift my leg up and brace myself on your chest as I roll my sexy stockings down one at a time. My foot will slowly drag it’s way down your chest and stomach until it’s right in front of your balls. You’ll unintentionally push them into it trying to touch me and I will deliver a quick hard kick right into your pathetic, swollen little sack. Why?! BECAUSE I TOLD YOU I AM IN CONTROL AND YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH ME.
Soon after your discipline has been administered you’ll see me drop to my hands and knees. I’ll come up right between your knees and make eye contact with you as I place my mouth on the end of the ribbon and pull. Your pathetic small cock will unravel and bump the side of my cheek! DO YOU THINK IT’S FUCKING OKAY TO TOUCH ME WITH THAT SAD EXCUSE FOR A COCK?!!! You’ll see my hand clench into a fist that comes up hard right against your swollen balls and what do you know? You’re cumming now. ALL OVER MY FUCKING HAND! I will then bring my filthy hand up to your face and shove the hole thing into your mouth. YOU’LL CLEAN UP THAT FUCKING MESS YOU MADE IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU, YOU USELESS PIG!

Odessa

Pumpkin Patch Horror

It was a grey and foggy October afternoon when my brother and I went down to the old farm to pick out pumpkins for Halloween. We had been going every year since i could remember but this year felt different. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something strange might happen and boy I was right.
We’d been walking for about 20 minutes when I spotted something peculiar out of the corner of my eye. There, on the outskirts of the patch sat the strangest looking pumpkin i’d ever seen. It was enormous and flatter than most pumpkins it was also off in color and it’s bottom half seemed to curve up into a sinister smile if you looked at it just right. It was wonderfully strange and creepy and it was the one I wanted. My brother wrinkled his face in disgust.
“That’s the pumpkin you want? Really?” He asked.
“Yes this is it!” I replied cheerfully.
“It’s ugly and looks rotted already, let’s keep moving.”
Just then a large vine started wrapping around my brother’s legs. It was moving so fast I barely had time to react before two vines shot up and trapped each of my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back locked in a painful, twisted knot. I cried out for help but was quickly silenced by another vine wrapping itself around my head like a gag.
I looked down at my brother, now almost completely encompassed in pumpkin vines. He was screaming and writhing around in his green prison unable to move any of his limbs anymore.
“ODESSA HELP! HELP MEEeeeeee…..” He cried, trailing off as the last vine found it’s way into his open mouth. Blood poured from the gaps between the vines covering his face and my heart filled with dread. I knew there was no one here to help me anymore and I was next. What I didn’t know is that the pumpkin patch had a very different plan for me.
I layed in the dirt as the pumpkin vines forced my legs apart and began crawling up my thighs. They moved my knees up over my head and with my dress skirt now up around my chest I began to feel very exposed. I felt a vine start to move it’s way around on the outside of my panties and I must admit my fear was starting to get replaced by arousal. The vine was gentler than i’d expected and I felt very connected to nature in that moment. It creeped its way to the edge of the fabric covering my pussy and pulled it aside.
I felt a soft green vine sprout out of the gnarled edge of the intruder and it slowly started to twist and grow all across my smooth wetness tickling my lips and clit. It was startlingly pleasurable and I found myself pushing up against it with what little mobility I had left. The lush plant went on like that for a good long while and I came more times than I ever had before, each time more powerful than the last. Suddenly I felt something bigger start to touch me there. It was strong and hard, but also smoother than the original woody vine that had my limbs trapped. I looked up between my stuck thighs and saw a large gourd that resembled a zucchini coming right for my tight hole. I started to struggle to get myself free. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside me no matter how wet it made me before.
I started panicking again wondering if it would hurt or if I would like it like I liked the vines and the leaves. I felt it push up against my wet hole. To my surprise, the tip slipped inside me and was able to get most of the way inside before I really started to feel the stretch. The base of this gourd was much wider and my excited little pussy just kept taking more and more. It moved in and out of me for hours while little sprouts and leaves continued to stimulate me from the outside. It was such a surprising and erotic experience and gave me a whole new reason to love Halloween.
Now a year has passed and i’m wondering who to sacrifice to the pumpkins this year so that I can experience it again. Maybe you could be my sacrifice. I’ll have them go slow with you so you can at least watch me unlike my poor brother.
Want more spooky XXX stories from your favorite creep queen? Give me a call for hot PHONESEX and maybe you can inspire a story all your own.

Odessa

Cum Vampire

Something about the leaves changing and it getting colder makes me want to be even naughtier than I am. The nights are growing longer, I can feel myself starting to…change… Do you want to experience my darker side? Tis the season for this sexy XXX vamp to cast her spell. It’s not your blood that i’m after. I want to drain you of something else…Give me a call and all of your CUM.

Odessa

I Love Being Dirty

I was just thinking about all the dirty talk I get to do while i’m here and I must say i’m overjoyed about it. Getting to know your deepest darkest desires makes my little pussy so hot and wet. Hearing you moaning with pleasure to the sound of my voice while I describe what we’re doing fills me with such delight. I know fully when I hear you cum for me that you’re mine to play with, to tease, to reward…it’s so satisfying. I love being your naughty phone girl. Call me anytime.

Odessa

Beg me

For all of you who were wondering if I like talking dirty let me fucking tell you it’s one of my favorite things in the world, especially over the phone. Hot, Nasty, Phone chat is so gratifying because you are completely at my mercy and nothing gets me hotter than hearing someone whimpering or moaning or begging me to let them cum. Will you beg me?