Last month I was traveling to visit a girl friend at the beach. We always have a girls getaway in the summer. Well, in a blonde moment, I stopped at a rest stop and got distracted by a hot guy and locked my keys and purse in the car. I was starting to panic as no one was around. That hot guy sped off before I realized what I had done. I went into the quick mart and the only person in there looked a little Boys From Deliverance like if you know what I mean. I may have even heard banjo music. I did not want to ask for help from him. I just needed a phone to call AAA. I looked around and saw a bus stop at the corner. So I walked over and waited until someone came. A young college age boy, glued to his phone, sat down like he didn’t even see me. But, I am an attractive woman. I started to talk to him. I explained that my car was just down the street and I locked my purse in the car and needed a phone. He looked at me rather intently and said, “I have no money.” I was like “excuse me? I just need to borrow your phone to call AAA.” He replied, “Sure, whatever you say, but I still ain’t got any money.” I didn’t understand what the communication problem was here, but obviously he did not buy that I was just stranded. I got up and looked him right in the eyes and I said “I don’t know what your problem is, but I am stranded. My phone is in the car and I really just need to use your phone.” He looked at me, cocked his head and said, “You mean you aren’t a hooker?” Really, hookers work the bus stop in broad daylight these days? I assured him I was not a pro, but really stranded and that the redneck back at the quick mart kinda scared me. I asked him why he thought I was a whore. He said, “Um, look at what you are wearing Ma’am.” Ma’am? Being called a hooker is better than being called Ma’am! I said I was on a road trip to the beach and my AC went out in my car so was just trying to stay cool. We had a good laugh.
He then apologized and said he would call a friend of his who was a mechanic to meet us at my car. He walked me back to my car, where is friend showed up with one of those jimmy things and got my car door open immediately. I was so very grateful I offered the guy a ride to where ever he was going since I made him miss his bus. Turns out he was just on his way home from work. His car was in the shop and he was not 25 yet so couldn’t rent a car. He was just a tadpole! I took him home. He invited me upstairs to freshen up. I had been in the heat for awhile and walking in not so appropriate foot wear.
I was in his bathroom and got a good look at myself and thought I could see how someone may mistake me for a hooker. He was nice after the confusion and helped me get my car situation settled. I though why not fuck him. He was cute. So I walked out of his bathroom in just my hooker boots. He was, like “damn, but I thought you said you were not a hooker. I’m broke, even though you are wicked hot.” I assured him I did not want his money. I had my own. I just wanted to show my thanks for helping me out. I fell to my knees and started sucking this beautiful young cock like I was a pro. Hell, I bet I sucked it better than a hooker because I wanted to suck it. He had a nice cock too. I started rubbing my clit as I took him inch by inch down my throat. He had never witnessed a woman touch herself in front of him before. I had a lot to show this young one. And I did. I taught him how to eat pussy. I taught him how to fuck me in the ass and I let him titty fuck me. He was rather obsessed with my boobs so I let him fuck those too. When he came, he shot his load all over my huge tits. And I let him watch as I savored every drop of his cum off my boobs. That shit is yummy.
As I was leaving, he said I should be a pro because I was hotter than any hooker he ever saw. He insisted I would make a ton of cash. I let him know that I never wanna take money for sex. Not cuz I am a prude or anything, but because I never want to think of fucking as a job. I informed him I fuck for pleasure and whom I fuck is not dictated by how much money I need, just by how much cock I need! He kissed me goodbye, and I got back on the road, happy to be mistaken for a whore.
I have a daily gym routine. This body doesn’t stay slamming all on its own. I usually just shower at the gym, then go meet my friends for happy hour. Thursday was no different. Except for the fact that some stupid bitch stole my clothes in the locker room. And not only did she steal my clothes, but she took my keys and my cell phone. I had no way of getting someone to bring me clothes. And all the stuck up bitches in the locker room would not help me out. Guess they are jealous of my hot body. I thought for a moment of what I should do. Well, I was not sucking up to some uptight jealous soccer mom, that was for sure. So, I decided I would try to get to the bar where my friends were meeting me. I mean, so public nudity is technically illegal; I do have a rocking body. I stole a dirty towel out of the hamper, which barely covered me and dashed out the locker room, through the gym, and out the door. I only had a few blocks to go and one of my BFFs would take me home for more suitable clothing.
I start sprinting down the side walk, my big tits bouncing. I could hear people yelling sexual comments and staring at me. Suddenly, some little boy yanked my towel off as I sprinted by him. I sure did not see that one coming. Before I could stop and grab it back, he was in the car with his older brother getting high fived. I was now totally naked in downtown Louisville. At happy hour during Thursday Night Live, which meant thousands of folks on Main St. My pals were meeting me at the Hard Rock Cafe which was still another 4 blocks. I sucked it up again and started jogging. This time, I kept my head held high and went a little slower, trying to embrace my shame. I saw fingers pointing, mouths gaping open, cell phones snapping pictures, and parents covering their offspring’s eyes. But I had no choice. I am comfortable in my skin, really. I know my body is hot and I do not feel there is anything wrong with nudity. However, I heard someone yell “Put some clothes on bitch before I call the cops.” Of course it was some stupid cunt.
I’m not only hot, but smart. I ducked into a little candy store. Did my best damsel in distress for the guy behind the counter. When that didn’t work, I sucked his cock and let him fuck me in the ass. Let this loser bend me over the counter and fuck my ass to help me. It was 60 seconds of torture for me lol. I’m too hot for little pricks. Desperate times call for desperate measures. In exchange for my mercy fuck, he gave me a bunch of candy. What the fuck? I need clothes or a phone, not candy. But, I’m resourceful. I took the candy out of all the pretty pink cellophane wrapping and made a makeshift outfit. A pretty tiny one, but I was no longer butt naked. Now those stuck up bitches could shut the fuck up and let me get across downtown to meet my besties for a much needed cocktail. I may not have had much on, but I rocked my pink cellophane outfit. In fact, folks thought I was a rock star or something when I arrived at the Hard Rock Cafe. They were asking for my autograph and taking pics. And me and my friends drank for free that night. Or maybe they were just fans who caught my naked sprint down Main Street!
Submissive phone sex is what I know best. It is just not in my nature to be dominating; especially in my life outside of this job. Today was my day off so I left early this morning to do some errands. Well, I didn’t get far before my truck broke down. Even in my jeans and very little make-up I think I am attractive, but I was having trouble flagging anyone down to help. Mostly women out and about and guess they didn’t want to help a sister. Finally, this hot dude pulled over and asked to help. He was super nice. Popped the hood, told me I had cracked my serpentine belt and car would not run without it. I had no clue what that was, but guess it is important for a drivable car. He said he could take me to Auto Zone to get one and bring me back and put it on for me as any car place would charge me like $100 to do it. So, we drove to Auto Zone and got what I needed, but to my embarrassment, my credit card declined and I had no cash on me. My handsome stranger bought the belt and said I could pay him back later. We drove back to my car, and within a matter of a few minutes he had the belt on and my car working. When I asked for his address so I could reimburse him, he said that would not be necessary, I could work off my debt immediately. At first I was perplexed at to what he was suggesting, but then he grabbed one of my tits pretty hard and forced my hand on his throbbing cock.
We were in a parking lot; I was nervous and informed him, I always pay my debts however I can, but was there a more private place to go? He said he lived in the apartment complex across the street and I better follow him. Of course I did; I do as I am told, always. And I did need to repay him for his kindness. We got into the foyer of his apartment and he got pretty gruff with me. He ripped my red top right off and started man handling my titties. He ordered me to take my jeans off so he could see my sweet cunt. I was standing in front of him, in my bra and panties, both scared and turned on. I mean he was HOT and he did do me a solid. If he wanted payback in pussy and ass, who was I to say no? He pushed me against the wall and shoved his fingers inside me roughly. Before I realized it, he had his fist in me, fucking me like a dirty little whore. He kept telling me all I was good for was being his cum dump. When he was done stretching out my cunt, he ordered me to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed and shoved his cock down my throat until my eyes were watering and I was choking on cum He then made me ride his cock when he got hard again. And he didn’t want to fuck my pussy, but my ass. He used no lube; didn’t even spit on my asshole. Just forced me down on it and started fucking my ass hard and grabbing my boobs. Not going to lie, being his bitch was a total turn on. He seemed to just know I was a subby whore there for his pleasure. But dangit, my holes hurt. He really used me good. Both my pussy and ass were gaping open and sore. My tits had handprints on them. I asked if I could shower before leaving, and he slapped me, telling me not to take advantage of his generosity. He added that things like taking a shower or spending the night were girlfriend privileges, not cheap whore rights. He was correct. I am just a fuck toy; just a bitch; just a whore; just a cheap cunt; just a bunch of holes.
I have no rights. And the only privilege I got is the privilege to service men. How can I service you tonight?
I am a tall hot blonde goddess. When I am out at the club with my girlies, men fall at my feet wanting to spoil me, worship me, and possess me. But, those men do nothing for me. I have never been a vanilla girl. I have never been into romantic love. I should be a dominate bitch based on my appearance; however, I crave a stern master; even a rough master. I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. I don’t want to be pampered; I want to be used and abused. I don’t want to wear expensive jewelry that suggest you love and care about me; I wanna wear a chain and collar that says you own me. I don’t want men falling to their feet to worship me; I wanna fall to my feet to worship you and your friends. I don’t wanna put on makeup to look gorgeous; I wanna put on makeup to hide the bruises. I don’t want to wear pretty girly clothes; I want to be naked in your presence so you can have access to my fuck holes whenever you want. I belong to you and whomever you want to share me with. I am not the wife or the girlfriend who nags you, demands your time and your wallet, withholds sex from you or denies you your darkest desires. I will do whatever you want, even if it scares me or scars me. I need to be your bitch; I need to be your whore; I need to be your slave; I need to be your victim. I will serve you until I die.
Today, my hubby decided he wanted to watch me get used, like a good slut, by another man. He said since I am his bitch, he can whore me out to whomever he wants. I was scared at first because Tony knows some sadistic mother fuckers. But, when I saw Brandon, my pussy got wet. I said this guy can do anything he wants to me. When my husband introduced us, he told him I was his bitch to use as he wanted. Brandon looked at me and said, “I hope you like rough anal and lots of cum bitch.” Then he whipped out his cock while my husband pushed me down on my knees. Brandon began skull fucking me so hard, my eyes started to water. My husband was behind me ripping my clothes off and ordering me into the doggy position. Because I didn’t get into position fast enough, Tony took off his belt and slapped my ass so hard I yelped. I could feel a bruise forming instantly. You better believe I got on all fours then; I did not want to be whipped again.
Tony put nipple clamps on me, then started fucking my ass hard as Brandon was shoving his big piece of meat down my throat. My husband pulled my hair as he pounded my ass. He must have gotten pretty turned on seeing the big purple mark on my ass he left with his belt that he shot his load pretty quickly. After he came, he told Brandon, “use her hard and good; she is just a cum receptacle.” Brandon shot a big load all over my face, even got me right in the eye. That shit stung like a bitch. Tony ordered me to clean up all the cum. He added, if there was even a drop left, I would get that belt to my face. Of course I guzzled that cum right up like the good subby bitch I am.
Brandon did not need much down time before he was hard again. My husband sat in the corner and told him exactly what to do to me. He smacked my face, pulled my hair, twisted my nipples, shoved his fist up my ass, slapped my clit, spanked me, put a ball gag in my mouth, then repeated it all again. Tony, at this point, was rock hard and started jacking off as he told Brandon to finally fuck me like the slut I am. I had marks on my body, my ass hurt and I just wanted to soak in the tub. But these men were nowhere near done with me. Brandon told me to lie down on the bed with my face in the pillow. I listened, and the next thing I knew he was mounting me from behind and pounding my ass while my husband was jacking his cock all over my face. This went on for hours. They tagged teamed me all night long; back and forth between my ass, my cunt, my mouth. They used me as their personal cum dumpster all night long and enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation on me. Seven hours later, I laid there on the bed, nearly passed out from exhaustion, covered in cum, purple from being slapped around, but guess what, I loved every minute of it because I was born to service men. I am and always will be a submissive whore. Call me and use me how you deem fit. All my holes belong to you. I am always in need of new masters.
My favorite thing in the universe is being tied up, handcuffed, and being totally helpless and at the mercy of my master or mistress. My pussy gets so wet when I have a ball gag placed in my mouth and duct taped so I can barely breathe, never mind yell. Then the whip comes out and they whip my ass so hard it starts to bleed. The tears flow down my cheeks as the blood runs down my legs, but it feels so good. I love the way my nipples feel when they are whipped, they are so sensitive they get rock hard and sting badly. I have long hair and I get off when they pull it so hard it comes out of my head in patches. By now my cunt is dripping, making it easy to have all kinds of shit rammed up it, from real cocks to rolling pins. My asshole also gets to see action, if I have any hairs growing near it they yank them out, then shove huge dildos inside my hungry butt. Sometimes I get action, but usually I am made to just watch and hope in vain. I love it so much!
I’m Cassandra, and I love to be treated like the piece of garbage and the tramp that I am. I have a part time domme who takes special care of me, I’m usually on a leash and he makes me do tricks and other things. If I’m good I might get a treat, if I’m not I definitely get punished, but I know I deserve it. The whippings, the burns, the paddling, getting things rammed up my ass, golden showers, I love it all because deep down I know I deserve it. Pleasing him is my life’s ambition, I will do anything he asks, no matter how fucked up or how painful. No pain no gain right? I’m like a dog who will do anything to please a Superior cock, especially if it makes him cum. If I get off that’s just a bonus, but I rarely am allowed to. Getting shit on and pissed on turns me on too, because I know he loves doing it. Then he uses my face and tongue as toilet paper to wipe her pussy and asshole. Yummy is what I say! Having someone who loves me so much is awesome, it hurts sometimes but pain and pleasure are the same.
Very early this morning my neighbor called me and asked me to come over and crawl into bed with him. He said his cock was rock hard and if I would come over and and take care of him he would get up and make us both the best breakfast ever. I thought that was fair, not only would I get to cum several times but then he was going to make me a nice Sunday breakfast. Who could say no to an offer like that? I threw on my robe and went over to his house, it was so early it was still dark outside. When I got there the door was unlocked as he said it would be and I went straight into his bedroom and snuggled up to him.
He licked my clit while I sucked on his cock until we both came. Then I stroked his cock and as soon as he was hard again he fucked me so hard I did cum multiple times before he shot his hot load of cum into my juicy pussy. We both came so hard we collapsed into each other arms and just laid there for a few minutes. Before long he started to snore louder and louder. I shook him, called his name and nothing was going to wake this man up. So I got up, threw on my robe, went home and made myself a pot of coffee and some eggs, bacon and toast, because I was really hungry! As I sat there eating my breakfast I got really pissed off, if he wanted a booty call is all he had to do was say so, he shouldn’t have offered to make me breakfast if he had no intentions of doing so.
It reminded me of when I was very young and this guy I really liked called me and asked me to come over to his house to meet his parents an have lunch with them. When I got there he told me his parents had gone to the store and would be back in about an hour. He took me to his room and we fucked each others brains out. When we were done we got dressed and went out to his living room. When I started to sit down on the couch he said, oh no, you need to leave now. I asked why, wasn’t I invited over to meet your parents and have lunch with you and your family? He said hell no, this was just a booty call. I would never let my parents meet a girl like you, now go home and I will see ya around sometime. He made me feel so awful! That was my first booty call, but it definitely wasn’t my last!
I don’t dream very often when I sleep, or at least I don’t usually remember my dreams. I had one the other night that was so weird that is was fucking freaky. I haven’t told it to anyone, not that I am superstitious but I just didn’t want to take any chances of the weird dream coming true. I think it may be safe by now to tell it. It was one of those dreams that seemed so real. There were these things that kind of looked like people only they didn’t have a face. They had what looked like balls for eyes, and a cock for a nose, and no mouth or ears. They were at least ten feet tall. They had webbed feet, and they had another set of balls with a cock like guys do except theirs were like eighteen inches long with these wart looking things all over them. There were so many of them, they were everywhere I looked.
In my dream I was in the woods and I was running from them but I couldn’t get away. Once they caught me they held me down and were sticking their nose cocks in my mouth while sticking their wart infested cocks in my pussy. One after another weird looking creature was doing this to me. Finally they let me go and I ran and ran until I found my house. Once inside my house I jumped into the shower and noticed that there were those horrible warts growing all over my pussy! I woke up in a cold sweat and screaming. I jumped out of my bed and immediately reached inside my panties to feel my pussy to make sure there were no warts, I was so relieved that my sweet little pussy was normal and not one wart one it.
Why don’t I ever remember having smoking hot dreams, you know the wet dreams I always hear others talking about. Mine are always about freaky creatures or aliens. I want to remember the ones that some hot sexy guy crawls into bed with me and fucks me like I have never been fucked before. He would make me cum so hard and intense that I would wake up with my panties and sheets soaked with cum! The sex would have been so good that even though I am not a smoker I would be having an after sex cigarette. Why can’t I have those kinds of sweet hot dreams instead of the weird dreams that are so fucking freaky? They say that your dreams mean something, maybe I should do some research but I won’t, I just want to forget that horrible weird dream! Do you ever have weird freaky dreams?
For years I have been going to this very exclusive shop to purchase my bathing suits and usually the clerks are all female. Recently they hired this really hot looking guy, most of the customers I have spoken to are a little put off by a guy working there but I think it hotter than hell. Besides I like getting a guys opinion on how the suit looks on me before I purchase it, after all I spend a pretty penny to say the least on my suits. Well not to long ago I went into the shop and this guy helped me pick out three new suits and I loved each one. He was quite helpful!
When I washed the suits I followed the washing instructions to make sure they all came out nice and they did except one, it literally fell apart in the washer and lost its shape. I didn’t worry about it to much because I have been such a good and long time customer of this shop I was sure I would not have a problem either exchanging the suit or getting a refund. When I went back into the shop the new guy wasn’t there but a sales clerk was there that I have purchased from several times so I thought there wouldn’t be a problem. Wow, was I ever wrong!
The sales clerk turned on me, got very nasty and said it was my fault for not following the washing instructions and refused to do anything at all to help me. She wouldn’t even let me get a word in so I asked to speak with her manager and she said in a very rude tone the manager was at lunch I could either wait or come back. I decided to go get some lunch too and stop back in after. When I got there the new guy clerk was there and I told him my problem and said I needed to speak with the manager. He said the manager wasn’t in but as the new owner he would be happy to let me pick out another suit and agreed the suit I purchased was faulty, he said many customers have been returning that suit and he wouldn’t be using that design company again.
I went into the changing room and he kept handing in one suit after another, then he opened the door just a crack and asked how did I like the one I was trying on. I opened the door and said you tell me and I was standing there naked. He said oh my, that’s the best yet, I pulled him into the dressing room and he pushed me against the wall and fucked my little wet pussy until we both exploded with cum! I then tried to purchase the suit I had and he wouldn’t let me pay. I think I will be frequenting that shop more often, I love their customer service, I just won’t deal with that bitch of a sales clerk again!
