Mistaken Identity Phone Sex – Rhiannon’s Little White Lie Goes Too Far Part 2

Welcome back! I figured you’d be back to hear how this case of mistaken identity sex ends. Be sure to check out Part 1, because catching something in the middle isn’t the best. After you finish up, give me a call and we’ll do our own version of mistaken identity phone sex. There are so many possibilities, twists, and turns to take. Let’s let our perverted imaginations run wild! Little white lies could definitely play a part in our take on it, don’t you think? Let’s get back into this tale though!

 

You, being a perfect gentleman, call us a Lyft to take the two of us back to your place. After such a perfect date, how can I not agree? While we’re in the backseat, you run your fingers through my hair, look into my eyes and call me Shelly. Because I don’t want to be awkward, I shut you up with a kiss. My tongue explores your mouth as we press our lips together. Kissing is the best, even if you do think I’m someone else. For you, I’ll be my sister. A little white lie never hurt anyone, and it’s not like we’re in love. 

 

Still in the back of the Lyft, I start to grope you through your pants. Mmm. Your cock is rock-hard and I absolutely want it right now. It’s too bad there’s a complete stranger in the front seat. Instead of a full on reach-down-the-pants-grope, I rub that lovely bulge through your pants and watch your lips part into a little moan. Yes, I know I’m a dirty girl, and it’s so much fun to be one when the reputation isn’t mine to ruin! 

 

Eventually, we get to your place, and all I can think about is you moaning my sister’s name as I make you cum. 

 

Well, that’s not the worst thing I could do. Even if this whole thing is a case of mistaken identity sex, I’m going to enjoy every single second of it. My little white lies keep growing bigger and bigger, just like your dick as we walk through your front door. Your hands are on either side of my face as you lean down to make out with me. Fuck, this is hot! You start to kiss down my shoulder, moving the strap of my top. It’s obvious that you want more of a connection and that you aren’t in this just to fuck – no, you want to make love to Shelly, to me. Luckily, I’m able to redirect you, and lie on your couch. Before you can object, I waggle my finger at you, beckoning you to come closer.

 

You take the bait, and make your way over to me. With a smooth motion, your belt is being pulled from your waist and you’re pulling your pants down. That cock is so ready for me, and I can’t wait for you to be balls-deep inside of my tight, dripping, cunt. Hungrily, I reach for you, and pull your body on top of mine. The skirt that I’m wearing is easily pushed up as I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling your girthy dick into my awaiting pussy. I tell you how badly I want you to fuck me, to pound my pussy into your couch and leave a giant wetspot on the cushion. This just seems to encourage you even more!

 

Lying to you about being my sister is the best choice I could have made!

 

Soon, you’re breathing into my ear. Repeating my sister’s name over and over again and how you’re going to fill me up with a nice, thick, load of cum. Hearing this turns me on so much, I can no longer hold back, and suddenly I’m cumming. Writhing underneath you, lifting my pelvis up from the couch to meet you stroke for stroke. My pussy pulsates around your cock, fluttering, squeezing it. I’m moaning, begging you to fill me up with your cum. Being a good man, and a good fuck, you do as your told. After you pull your pants back up, and pull my skirt down, you let me know that you have a confession to make. How curious! I let you know that I’m all ears, but it can’t possibly be that bad. It turns out that you were just standing in for your roommate, who is also your brother, because he was too nervous to meet up with me. 

 

With my mouth agape, I stare at you.

 

After that I laugh and tell you that it’s as weird as you’d think, but that I’m not mad. How can I be mad a double case of mistaken identity sex? We’re both just spouting little white lies, aren’t we? It’s so funny how things work out.

 

Did you enjoy the little twist on this mistaken identity phone sex romp? Hehe. Did you see it coming? Even if you did, it’s a fun little fantasy. Both you and I meeting under false pretenses, but having an amazing time regardless. Be sure to check out the audio as well. I always include some extra dirty details!

 

Until next time.

 

Xoxo,

Rhiannon

877-716-2084

 
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