Fuck, the thrill of dressing him up, my little sissy bitch. Watching you squirm in those fucking lace panties and that tight bra, your makeup flawless, those heels clicking with every fucking step. He’s a goddamn vision of submission, and I fucking love every second of it. I can see the fear and excitement in his eyes as he kneel before me, ready to obey. I shove his face into my pussy, making him smell the day’s loads, the mix of cum and my sweet nectar. His breath hitches, tongue darts out, hesitant at first, then more fucking confident as he lick. The sensation is intense, a fucking mix of pleasure and power. I can hear his moans, muffled by my flesh, and it drives me fucking wild.
His hands grip my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he hold on, lost in the act. I can feel his body shaking, and muscles tensing as he tries to hold back his own fucking pleasure. But I won’t let him. I command him to touch himself, to feel the same intensity I’m experiencing. As I cover his face with all of my cum his little clitty squirts all over his hands and
I make him eat it all up like a good sissy slut!
I couldn’t wait to get home, my strap-on digging into my crotch with every step. I’d been thinking about fucking him all day, fantasizing about ramming my dick into his tight little hole.
He was sprawled on the bed when I walked in, a come-hither look on his face. “Miss me, baby?” I purred, stripping off my clothes.
He nodded, eyes wide as he watched me slide the harness over my hips, securing the thick, veiny dildo in place. I crawled onto the bed, pinning him beneath me, grinding my hips against his ass.
“Beg for it,” I demanded. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please,” he whimpered. “I need it. I need you to fuck my ass.”
I lubed up my dick, sliding a finger into his tight hole. He moaned, pushing back against me, desperate for more. I added another finger, stretching him out, preparing him for my girthy shaft.
Then I was pushing into him, inch by inch, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain. He gripped the sheets, his knuckles white, as I bottomed out inside him.
I started to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. I fucked him like I meant it, slamming into him with brutal force. He cried out, his cock hard and leaking between his legs.
“You love this, don’t you?” I growled. “You love being fucked by your mistress’s cock.”
He could only moan in response, lost in ecstasy. I kept pounding, my balls slapping against his ass, until I felt my orgasm building. With a roar, I came, flooding his ass with my hot seed.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us gasping for breath. But we weren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
I can’t believe how much I squirted today. My pussy was gushing, drenching the sheets beneath me.
It started when he walked into the room, his eyes roaming over my naked body. “You’re my little plaything now,” he purred, “and I’m going to use you until you break.”
I whimpered as he grabbed my hair, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide, exposing my dripping cunt.
“Look at that little clit,” he sneered, rubbing it roughly with his thumb, “so pathetic and needy. You want daddy’s cock don’t you?”
I nodded, moaning as he rubbed faster. “Please daddy,” I begged, “I need your cock inside me.”
He laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh I’ll give you my cock,” he promised, “but first, let’s see how much you can take.”
He slapped my pussy hard, making me cry out. Then he pushed two fingers inside, pumping them roughly. I screamed as he fucked me hard with his hand, his palm slamming against my clit.
I came hard, my juices spraying everywhere. But he didn’t stop, fucking me through the aftershocks until I was sobbing from the intensity.
Only then did he replace his fingers with his cock, slamming into me hard. I screamed as he pounded me, my pussy clenching around him.
“You’re just a set of holes for me to use,” he growled, “my little cumdumpster.”
And use me he did, fucking me until I was a writhing, screaming mess. By the time he filled me with his cum, I was completely spent, my pussy dripping with our mixed fluids.
But even then, I knew he wasn’t done with me yet. Because that’s what happens when you become someone’s plaything.
“Ready to play, my little one?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive purr. I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. He led me to the bedroom, where he had me strip down to my lace bra and thong. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but also incredibly turned on.
He circled me like a predator, his eyes roaming over my body, appraising me. “Turn around and bend over, my little slut,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. I complied, presenting my ass to him, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.
He spanked me, his hand connecting with my flesh with a satisfying smack. I yelped, more from surprise than pain, and he soothed the sting with a gentle rub. “Good girl,” he praised, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet pussy. “You’re so ready for daddy, aren’t you?”
I moaned, pushing back against his hand, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers moving in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit. I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release.
He undressed, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He positioned himself behind me, his hands on my hips, and thrust into me with a single, powerful stroke. I cried out, the sensation of being filled, of being claimed, overwhelming.
He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass, his balls hitting my clit with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he came, filling me with his hot, sticky cum. I followed soon after, my body convulsing around his cock, my screams of pleasure echoing off the walls.
In the aftermath, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I curled up against him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re such a good little slut,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Daddy’s proud of you.”
I smiled, a satisfied, slutty grin, already eager for our next playtime. “Thank you, daddy,” I purred, my hand reaching down to stroke his softening cock. “I’m always ready to please you.”
I loved the feeling of being used, of being shared among men like a slutty toy. My boyfriend, with his pathetic small cock, couldn’t satisfy me. He couldn’t even come close to what I needed. So I threw a party, invited all my horny friends, and let them have their way with me.
I wore a tight, short dress, my breasts almost spilling out of it. I danced, my body moving to the music, my pussy dripping with desire. They watched me, their eyes hungry and lustful. I knew they wanted me, and I was more than willing to give myself to them.
The first to approach me was Jake, his cock already hard in his pants. He grabbed me, kissing me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. I moaned, rubbing against him, feeling his cock press against my soaked pussy. He spun me around, bending me over a table, and fucked me from behind. His thrusts were hard and fast, his cock filling me up.
But I wasn’t satisfied with just one. I wanted more, needed more. So I beckoned to the others, my eyes filled with lust and need. They didn’t hesitate, lining up to take their turn. I was passed from man to man, each fucking me harder and deeper than the last.
Their hands were all over me, groping my breasts, squeezing my ass, marking me as theirs. Their cocks were all different, each bringing a new wave of pleasure. I moaned and screamed, my body shaking with orgasm after orgasm.
And through it all, my boyfriend watched, his small cock unable to compete with the men who truly satisfied me. I looked at him, a cruel smile on my face. “This is what you could never give me,” I taunted, my pussy still dripping with their cum.
He was humiliated, his face red with anger and shame. But I didn’t care. I was a slut, a party girl, and I loved every fucking second of it.
I’m your dirty young whore, and I love being your fucktoy. “Shove that cock deep into my tight bald pussy,” I moaned, feeling your hand on my hips. My pussy was dripping with need, my nipples hard and aching for your touch. I loved being your submissive slut, begging for your cum.
I felt your hand on my head, pushing me down onto your cock. I took it in my mouth, sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around the head. “Fuck my mouth,” I moaned, wanting more. I could taste the pre-cum leaking from your tip, and I craved your release.
I felt you enter me, your cock stretching me wide. “Squirt all over my hot sexy body,” I begged, my voice broken with pleasure. And you did, filling me with your cum. I could taste it, the bitter tang of your release on my tongue. “Good boy,” I praised, licking my lips. “You’re my little cocksucker.”
Now it’s your turn to be fucked. I strapped on the dildo, my pussy dripping with desire. I slid it inside you, feeling your tightness around me. “Suck my strap-on,” I moaned, my hand on your head. You did as you were told, your lips stretched around the dildo.
“Bend that ass over, fucktoy,” I commanded, pushing you down onto the bed. I spread your cheeks wide, my tongue darting out to taste your hole. I could taste your desire, and I loved it. “Fuck me with that strap-on,” I moaned, my body aching for your release. And you did, filling me with your cum. I could taste it, the bitter tang of your release on my tongue. “Good boy,” I praised, licking my lips. “You’re my little cocksucker.”
I’m your bald pussy bitch, and I live for your submissive phone sex. “You’ll be my filthy little bitch,” I moaned, sliding up and down on that juicy cock. My nipples were hard, my pussy dripping with need. I loved being your submissive slut, begging for your cock. I felt your hand on my head, pushing me down onto your cock. I took it in my mouth, sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around the head. “Shove that cock in my mouth,” I moaned, wanting more. I could taste the pre-cum leaking from your tip, and I craved your release. I felt you enter me, your cock stretching me wide. “Dump that load in my cunt,” I begged, my voice broken with pleasure. And you did, filling me with your cum. I could taste it, the bitter tang of your release on my tongue. “Good boy,” I praised, licking my lips. “You’re my little clit loser.”
I’m the queen of strap-on phone sex, and I know how to make you bend over and take it like the little bitch you are. I’ll describe every inch of my strap-on, its hard, throbbing length, its girth, the way it fills you up. I’ll whisper filthy words in your ear, my voice a sinful melody that drives you wild with desire. I’ll fuck you hard and deep, my strap-on a relentless force that leaves you moaning and begging for more.
But it’s not just about the strap-on. Oh no, I have a special treat for your prostate. I’ll milk it till you’re drained, till you’re nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure. I’ll describe the sensation of my fingers probing deep, the way they rub and massage your most sensitive spot. You’ll cum so hard, so many times, that you’ll be left spent and shattered.
And as for humiliation phone sex, I’ll make you my tiny sissy of a man. I’ll call you every filthy name in the book, make you repeat them like a mantra, and laugh as you beg for more. I’ll tell you how pathetic and weak you are, how much you need me to take control. And you’ll love every second of it, you little whore. So, you filthy pervs, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.
Cyber sex phone sex makes my cunt creamy as fuck, and I’m always ready for more. Just the thought of the sound of your voice, deep and commanding, is enough to make me wet and ready. I can imagine your cock, thick and hard, sliding in and out of me, your balls slapping against my ass. It’s a filthy, fucking delicious fantasy, and I want it all.
Strap-on phone sex is all about bending that ass over, you slut. I love the feeling of being dominated, of being taken from behind, my ass spread wide for your pleasure. You can spank me, fuck me, do whatever you want, and I’ll take it all, begging for more. It’s a raw, primal act, and I fucking love it.
Tease and denial phone sex is my specialty, and it makes my cunt creamy with need. I’ll edge myself, bringing my body to the brink of orgasm over and over again, leaving me aching and desperate. It’s a game of control, a dance of pleasure and denial, and I’m always ready to play. So, you filthy pervs, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.
Naughty maid phone sex is my fucking jam, and I’ll clean up every drop of that cum, daddy. There’s something so filthy about being on my knees, licking and sucking your cock clean, tasting your essence, swallowing every last drop. I love the way it coats my tongue, the salty sweetness of your release. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it, and I’m more than willing to take on the task.
My wet, bald pussy is always ready to squeeze around that thick, juicy dick. I can feel every inch of you, the way you stretch me wide, filling me completely. It’s a rush, a high like no other, and I’m addicted to it. I’ll ride you hard and fast, my hips grinding against yours, chasing that release, that explosion of pleasure.
Teen phone sex is all about giving me that monster cock. I want to feel you deep inside me, your hands gripping my hips, your teeth nipping at my neck. I’ll moan and scream, my body shaking with the intensity of it all. It’s a dirty, filthy act, and I fucking love it.
So, you filthy pervs, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.
