Naughty Nymph Confessions With Perverted Therapist

Hi guys, it’s Ricki.  Your favorite perverted, age play phone sex specialist. I have been around here for a while now and it’s no secret I have a dirty fantasy mind that will go in any direction you guide it, especially talking to perverted open-minded guys.  I like to say my mind is unique and that I am a gifted nymphomaniac. Giggles.  A good, taboo phone sex session always starts with what really turns you on. So don’t be shy when you call me.  You never know where we’ll travel, but I assure you we will always have a happy ending.

If we haven’t talked before you will quickly learn that I can turn you into putty in my hand.  I will give you the total mind fuck you’re after when it comes to taboo phone sex. I will openly and honestly admit that all types of taboo fantasies are exciting, but the more perverted they are the better.  If you agree then I think we’ll have a deliciously delectable time together!  I can use my acting skills and give you the top notch, high quality phone sex fantasy girl you dream about and then some.

You are in the driver’s seat when you call me so tell me what’s on your horny mind and I will sexily slip into the role you’d like me to play for your perverted phone sex session.   I’m ready to role play and pretend to be your sweet, innocent age play princess or even a slutty brat.  Who will you be?  Daddy? Brother, or even the Therapist my parents picked out to help their little nympho girl. I’m open for anything, so cum and get it! Now sit back and enjoy this extremely dirty, perverted age play phone sex call I had recently.

My first appointment with Dr. K

The call started like most of my call sessions do with Dr. K.  Laughing about random shit, even crying from laughing so hard. Then the scenario is laid out, oh yeah, we’ve done this one before! We both get hot, then the slow breathing sets in.  On the other end, a familiar voice pretending he isn’t already hard before I even say hello. That’s when he said it: “You’re going to be little Ricki.” The super young girl he likes where I’m “too wild” for my conservative parents who insisted I see a professional therapist.

Dr. K. came and extended his hand for me and briefly addressed my parents. I remember hearing something about two hours, “Two hours”, I thought to myself, what is going to take that long?  He walked me back to his very quiet office at the end of the hall. Dr. K pointed at the oversized stuffed chair, “go sit over there” I did what he told me, my legs crossed, wearing a skirt that barely covered anything but my little girl panties he watched me and groaned. That day I learned what it was like to suck a grown man’s cock.

After I gagged on his cock, he told me to go stand in front of the mirror and say, “I love my beautiful body”, repeating that two more times.  Dr, K told me to get undressed, I said I’d never done this before, never told anyone the thoughts that kept me up at night, “That’s what I’m here for baby girl,” he replied. The authority in his voice sent a ripple through me, go get on your hands and knees in front of the mirror. The silence on the line was thick, the kind where you know someone is gripping the phone tighter.

The Examination: Crossing the line on purpose

He asked me what I needed help with. I told him I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking. All the girls my age were doing it. About being guided. About being “taught.” I let the word hang there, suggestive but intentional. He shifted in his chair, I could hear fabric moving, breath turning heavier. He asked if I’d ever been touched the way I imagined. I told him no. That I was inexperienced but aching to understand my body. That was the hook.

I described how he stood up from behind the desk and came closer. How his shoes tapped softly against the hardwood floor. I lowered my voice to a whisper and told him I could smell his cologne as he leaned in. “Therapy requires trust,” he murmured. I repeated it back like I was learning something sacred. My hand drifted down my stomach as I spoke, and I let him hear the faint change in my breathing. “What if I want you to show me?” I asked.

There was a pause, that delicious hesitation that makes taboo feel real. Then his tone changed. “Ricki, I am going to need to pop that cherry of yours”. He told me to get ready for him to take my cherry. Every inhale trembled. When I told him his fingers brushed against bare skin, he groaned low and unfiltered.

I gasped softly into the phone and told him it felt overwhelming, painful, intense, I was crying. That my body reacted instantly. That I was wetter than I expected. The power dynamic pulsed between us, but it was mutual. We were building it together, brick by brick, breath by breath.

The Release: When fantasy takes over

By this point, the line between performance and pleasure had blurred for both of us. His voice was no longer calm and measured — it was rough, strained, barely holding composure. He told me I was a “quick study”. I laughed softly and said I had a very good teacher. The compliment fueled him. He told me to imagine his hand guiding my hips, setting the rhythm, controlling the pace. I let my breath stutter like I was losing control.

I described the couch creaking beneath us. The diplomas on the wall were watching silently. The thrill of knowing this was forbidden but wanted. I told him my hands clutched at his jacket, that I whispered I didn’t want the session to end. He responded with a growl that sent heat straight through me. The call became a steady exchange of commands and reactions, push, respond, escalate, orgasm.

He followed seconds later, his control finally gone. For a moment after, neither of us spoke. Just breathing. Heavy. Satisfied.  I then softened my voice again. Sweet. Composed. “Same time next week, Doctor?” He chuckled, still recovering. “I think you need ongoing treatment, Ricki.”

No matter what is on your horny mind I’m ready to play with you! Just be sure you’re ready to slide into your fantasy role too.  If this means bringing lube to your perverted phone sex fantasy, bring it because you’ll be sliding into one, or all my pink holes before it is over! I can’t wait to hear from you and to make all your senses come alive.  Most importantly having you squirt a load of hot cum, making it one of the most memorable cherry popping orgasms you’ve had.  Call me, your age play phone sex specialist soon!

Ricki – 1-888-878-1918