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• Bunny’s Costume Play Phone Sex

  November 4, 2026

  Bunny

  Costume Play Phone Sex

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  Judge’s Notes • Halloween Costume Contest • Entry #47

  The lights dimmed and the first contestant stepped under the spotlight. I crossed my legs slowly, the soft whisper of seamed stockings loud enough that he noticed. Costume play phone sex with me is never just about the outfit — it’s about how long I make you stand there while I decide whether you’ve earned the next point.

  I sat at the judges’ table in a tight black velvet dress that hugged every curve, a single red rose pinned at my hip and a thin garter belt line visible when I shifted. He was dressed as some kind of vintage devil — horns, open shirt, the whole bit — and he kept glancing at my legs like he couldn’t help it. I tapped my pen against the scorecard and smiled the way only a real pinup can. “Walk for me,” I said. “Slow. Let me see how well that costume actually fits.”

  He obeyed. Every step made the fabric pull. I marked a point for posture, then another for how hard he was already getting under the costume. Costume play phone sex lets me be both the glamorous judge and the prize at the same time. I described exactly what I was wearing underneath — classic pinup lingerie, seamed stockings, the garter straps that framed my thighs — and told him he could earn more points if he described what he wanted to do once the contest ended.

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  Costume Play Phone Sex Scoring

  He started talking, voice rough. I kept scoring him out loud: two points for the way he said my name, one deducted for rushing, then three more when he admitted he’d been thinking about peeling the stockings down my legs with his teeth. I told him the real contest was whether he could stay still while I walked around the table, heels clicking, and ran one fingertip along the edge of his costume. “Good boys who want to win costume play phone sex with me learn how to wait,” I murmured.

  The rest of the night turned into a private judging session. I made him describe every piece of my outfit while I slowly undid his. I let him earn points for kissing the tops of my stockings, for telling me how the garter belt looked against my skin, for staying hard and obedient while I teased him about what the winner actually receives. Every time he got close I made a new mark on the scorecard and pulled him back. No limits on the fantasy, but plenty of control on the pacing.

  By the time I finally let him finish, the scorecard was covered in my notes and his breathing was ragged. I stayed on the line afterward, voice warm and a little wicked, telling him the next contest starts whenever he calls. If you want to be scored, teased, and claimed by a vintage pinup who knows exactly how costume play phone sex should feel, come find me.

  You can see more of my pinup side and the rest of my schedule at kinkypinup.com/bunny. I’ll be waiting with a fresh scorecard and a very short list of ways you can win.

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• Bunny: Halloween phone Sex Fun

  October 9, 2026

  OCTOBER · COSTUME OPTIONAL · HORNS MANDATORY

  Bunny

  HALLOWEEN PHONE SEX

  The paper bat taped to the bar kept hitting my hat. Cider on my mouth. Seamed stockings. I slipped into coat check with his voice already in my ear and told him the little horns stayed on. That was Halloween phone sex in a rented hall, between other people’s coats.

  The zipper is not yours yet, darling.

  I described the costume the way a pinup describes a pose. Black wiggle dress. Cheap velvet devil tail pinned at the hip. Red mouth. The party record too loud to hide what I was saying. He was in his car. I was in October, acting like the month belonged to me.

  He wanted the dress off. I said the clothes stay a minute longer than manners. Halloween phone sex likes a costume that works. I had him stroke to the sway I would have done on the dance floor if I were still out there. Stop when a stranger walked past the half-open door. Start when I said the coast was mine again.

  Femdom in a rented hall. I told him to thank the costume. Thank the month. Thank the fact I was on the phone instead of dancing with someone who could see my face. No limits on how filthy the coat check got as long as the door stayed a crack. Anything goes if he kept his voice down.

  Halloween phone sex again while I talked him through putting his hand where the tail clipped on. I described sitting on the bench with my knees together like a good calendar girl and then opening them because I am not. Seamed stockings. Garter. The October air under the exit door.

  He came close too fast. I made him hold it through a whole chorus of whatever song they were murdering. Then I let him cum with the horns still on my head in the story and cider still on my tongue. I laughed into the coats. Pinup devil. Not a sermon. Just a party and a man who paid to be in the closet with me.

  I went back to the floor for one song so he could hear the room behind me. Paper bats. Bad cider. Someone’s husband laughing too loud. Then I found the coats again and put him back to work. Halloween phone sex likes a little public in it. Exhibition without leaving the building.

  I had him describe what he would do if the door opened. He fumbled. I did not. Pinup girls practice the face that says nothing happened. I used that face in my voice while I told him to finish messy and stay on the line while I powdered my nose.

  The compact clicked shut. I told him not to call me sweetheart when I walked back into the lights. Call me Bunny. Next cheap party lives at kinkypinup.com/bunny. Bring cider. I keep the cheap tail.

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