Phone sex sluts are almost always freaks in the bedroom. You have to love fucking and be a no taboo, no limits kind of whore to get into this kind of business. Being a submissive, I do what I am told, even on calls. I have one caller who likes me to go outside on my balcony and expose my whore parts to my neighbors and the passersby. Yesterday it was almost 70 degrees outside. The sun was shining too which meant a ton of folks were out and about. I’m a city dweller, so when Master Charlie told me to show my cunt off, I got scared I might be arrested. That would sound like an excuse to Master, so I sucked it up and hoped that no one would report a pretty girl exposing herself. I mean do women complain seeing a 10 inch cock? Hell no. They only complain about those baby dicks. I put the phone down, put it on speaker and rubbed my cunt until I squirted. Some folks thought I was pissing off my balcony. I thought for sure I would be busted. I could hear my caller jacking his cock listening to the folks reactions as I masturbated publicly. I guess I am an exhibitionist sex slut too, because I enjoyed the reactions I received. I never got the cops called on me, so my neighbors must have enjoyed the show too.
Female domination porn is a tad bit out of my wheelhouse. I am a submissive fuck slut, but there are guys out there I just cannot be submissive too. I need a man to be my Master. So when some sissy bitch with a clit stick tries to dominate me, my switch side comes out. Real men own women. Sissy bitches get owned. I turned the tables on Sam. He tried to pick me up at the club. I towered over him at 5’8. I was still taller than he was when I took off my stripper heels. Not only was I taller than he was, I was bigger. He had the body and mannerisms of a young teen girl. When I refused to dance with him, he started calling me names. His voice was shrill like he had no balls. I am suppose to be submissive to a girl trying to act like a man? No fucking way. I invited him home with me. Told him I had a change of heart. I brought him down to my dungeon, which is designed for men to dominate me. But since no man was present, I took charge much to Sam’s surprise. I began slowly. Offered him a drink. He didn’t realize the ice cubes were really my frozen piss. I told him after he had consumed his bourbon on the rocks. He tried to get alpha dog on me, so I kicked him in the groin with my stiletto boots. While he was down, I kicked him some more. I even put my big round ass in his face and farted on him. I sat on his face, forcing him to rim my dirty shitter. It was like I was sitting on a bug. I squashed the little girly man. I let him up for air, stripped him naked. I laughed at his little dick. Exactly as small as I expected. I smacked his clit stick with a riding crop until he was crying like a pansy. I pissed in his mouth and sent him on his way. Teach that little sissy boy to try to dominate a woman again. Only real men get to own this hot bitch.
Phone sex is fun for me; it’s not a job. Well, not just a job. I guess my profession is whore. I make money on the phone and off the phone. I do some escorting, but most of my income comes from photo shoots and underground porn. I am a fetish model and a submissive whore. I was not born for the vanilla 9-5 world. When I am talking dirty on the phone, I love submissive sex. I was daddy’s punching bag and anal whore. It is not surprising I grew up to be a pain slut and submissive whore. I love to talk to guys who have rape phone sex fantasies. Guys who want to abuse a woman. I especially love phone humiliation. I will even degrade myself for your pleasure. Last night I drank my own urine at the command of a phone master. I have whipped myself, burned myself, cut myself and a slew of other painful and degrading things to myself just because the voice on the other end of the phone told me to do so. I’m not the girl next door, I am the whore next door. Here to cater to all your dominant needs and dark desires.
GFE phone sex can take on lots of forms. I do not offer the typical girlfriend experience, however. Yes, I am pretty and look great on your arm. Seen out at fancy parties and stuff no one would suspect I am a girl for hire. I can carry on polite conversation. I am educated enough on certain subjects to pass for college educated. The difference in my GFE starts when we get behind closed doors. Yes I do anything in the bedroom. I will let you fuck me in the ass; cum on my face; even share me with friends. All the things your wife won’t do. The difference between me and the typical GFE is that I am submissive. A total 100% submissive who will let you do anything to me. You can explore your darker and kinkiest desires with me. Use me as a toilet; punch me; whore me out for gang bangs; degrade me; burn me with your cigarette; watch me entertain your 4 legged friends; even snuff me out. I am a worthless whore no one will miss anyway. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for me.
What is your fantasy phone sex call? A friend of a friend hired me to be a stripper gram for his boss’s birthday. It was some side cash and he told me his boss had some big guns. For some reason, I am a sucker for big strong arms. But that is not what he meant. I went half naked to wish an arms dealer a happy birthday. I walked right into the middle of some illegal arms deal. There I was in a bathing suit and stripper heels with my balloons attached to my titties in the middle of something I am sure I didn’t want to be a part of. I tried to make a hasty exit, but Manuel grabbed my arm, “Not so fast whore, the fun is just beginning.” He pinned my arms behind my back, while one of his goons restrained me. I had my arms tied while my feet were bound. I thought I was going to be killed for what I had seen, but instead I was turned into a human birthday cake. Ice cream coated my breasts. Whip cream and cherries topped the ice cream. “Happy Birthday Manuel” was spread out on my body while the birthday boy ate ice cream cake off my body. I was perplexed by the dichotomy of what was going on. Men behind me were talking in a foreign language using harsh tones, while Manuel was licking ice cream off my tits as I was sprawled out on his kitchen floor. He whispered in my ear, “Wanna stay alive bitch, act like a stupid bimbo stripper.” I blew every man in the place and let them all sodomize me. I acted like a whore for hire instead of a simple stripper gram. I never looked at anything around me. Never asked a single question. I just fucked and sucked like a dumb whore. It worked. I was back on the floor, covered in cum this time, but alive. When the guns were done exchanging hands, I was released with a warning to forgot the day ever happened. Don’t have to tell this stupid whore twice. What is your fantasy?
Submissive phone sex sluts don’t have traditional Valentine’s Days. No chocolate, flowers, jewelry or fine dining for me. He came over with a big bottle of champagne and handcuffs. I knew it would be a kinky time. Not Fifty Shades of Gray kinky, more like a Saw kinky. I got down on all fours like he wants. I was prepared to be spanked, but what I got was a champagne bottle shoved up my ass while it exploded. Felt like a fire hose assaulted my ass. It hurt like hell. He then took another bottle of champagne and forced it down my throat. I was swallowing it as fast as I could, but it was making me sick and drunk really quickly. Master said something about me having a champagne cocktail at both ends. He whipped out his cock and pissed all over me as I was being forced to get drunk. I puked from the force of the champagne down my throat. He pushed my face in it like I was a dog who pissed the floor. He made me lick it up, then shoved another bottle down my throat. I passed out in my own puke. Woke up with cum leaking out my ass and pussy. Cum was all over me. Clearly more cum than one man could produce. He must have had friends over to gang bang me. Most romantic Valentine’s Day ever for a submissive whore.
Gang bang phone sex anyone? I love being a dirty slut who takes on a team of guys. I hooked up with a guy last night. As we were leaving the club, a bunch of his friends joined us. He saw the look on my face. “What, you don’t want to party? You seem like the kind of slut who can handle a few cocks,” he said with a grin. I didn’t want to disappoint, so I went back to his place with him. His friends met us there. Alcohol was poured down my throat. I didn’t have a choice but to chug it. I felt sick to my stomach and woozy. I stumbled, but instead of helping me, the guys let me fall and laughed. They called me a drunken stupid whore, then tied my hands behind my back. I was pretty incapacitated, they didn’t need to restrain me. They did it for shits and giggles I guess. When they started ripping my clothes off, I realized I was in way over my head. Rough sex is an understatement. This was more like gangbang rape porn. More than one guy rammed his cock in my pussy and ass at once. My hair was wrapped around one guy’s arm and he was slamming my head down on his friend’s dicks as he sodomized me with a few of his other buddies. They kept forcing booze down my throat to sedate me so I couldn’t fight much. When it was all done and over, I felt like a battered woman. I was sore everywhere. I was covered in cum. I thought after entertaining him and his friends for hours, I would get a ride back to my car. But the guy I hooked up with tossed me a $20 bill, told me to get a cab and get out of his apartment because they were done using me. I know I am just a bimbo, but I do miss the days when a guy would at least buy you breakfast and take you home after a one night stand. Times have changed for a stupid whore.
Roleplay play phone sex is pretty hot. I honestly don’t care what the role play is; creativity gets my cunt wet, but so does a nice big cock. My caller this morning wanted to play doctor. I thought I was going to be the patient, but I got to be the doctor in charge. Usually I am a subby little rape fantasy victim in role plays, but not today. I gave my handsome patient a thorough exam. His diagnosis was twofold. First he had way too much sperm build up. Second, his tongue muscle was weak. That happens to men who don’t eat enough pussy and rim ass often enough. I had the cure for both of his problems right in my office. I took care of his lackluster tongue muscle by forcing my pretty puckered asshole down on it. I squeezed my thighs against his head and bounced up and down his tongue for at least 30 minutes. Not only did I strengthen his tongue, but his jaw got a good work out too.
All that cum build up was going to need a prostate exam. I got out the lube, put on the rubber glove and worked my finger deep inside his asshole. He claimed nothing had ever been in his ass before. He moaned so loudly it was obvious he was a back door man. My finger played around until I found that walnut shaped prostate. I massaged it gently which made his cock stand straight up without ever needing to touch it. Slow, rhythmic movements had his cock looking like a leaky faucet. It was dripping pre cum all over the place. I made him taste it. Every guy should know how he tastes. I looked him right in the eyes as I drained his balls better than they had ever been drained before. Men never completely dump their nut in a pussy, so often times a sexy little prostate exam is necessary to for optimal cock performance. What is your role play fantasy?
You know what warms me up on a chilly day? Hot spunk. I picked up this sexy married man at the club last night and now he is my prisoner. Usually, I am the prisoner, but a snow storm blew through while he was skull fucking my face last night trapping us both inside my place. He was thrusting his hard cock in and out of my mouth as he spoke to his wife. He fed her some bullshit line that he was snowed in with his best friend and would be home once the roads were clear. We got 16 inches so far and it’s still coming down, so I think I am going to be getting lots of hot creamy cum while our city is under siege from the Snow Miser. The roads won’t be clear anytime soon. Well, I could think of a lot worse things than being stuck in a blizzard with a handsome, well hung married man. By the time this winter storm is over, I may have to sit in the cold snow to soothe my fuck holes. My married stud has been making up for lost time and pounding my pussy and ass like it’s a snow apocalypse and he will never get laid again. The load after load of hot cum he has been giving me in my various fuck holes, tells me he would much rather be trapped with a hot bitch like me than his family. I bet you would too? What man wouldn’t prefer to be snowbound with a pretty whore who puts out than some frigid nagging wife, right? If you are trapped with your wife I bet you are shoveling not fucking. Nothing more fun to me than being fucked in all my holes and doused with hot cum while snows falls around me. I don’t need to shovel snow, because if I got a man with a nice cock inside with me, I’m not leaving.
I have a new master. He thinks I am not a good enough submissive whore, so he is breaking me with slave training. I have been tied up in his basement for days. He has deprived me of every basic necessity, including my dignity. I am bound to a stake. No food, just a little bit of water here and there. It is dark down here. No windows. If I have to pee, I must do so in a bucket and only when he permits. When he is not down here with me, my mind goes crazy. I hear the rats, sometimes even feel them crawling across my body, gnawing at my flesh. Spiders too. I hate spiders. Most of the time I am cold, alone and terrified. I feel broken mentally and physically, but he still feels I am not a good enough slave yet. I pleaded with him that I was broken; begged for a chance to prove myself to him, but he took my pleas as attitude and doused me in a bucket of my own piss. I may be his prisoner forever. What does it take to break me? I can’t imagine feeling any more broken than I do at this moment.
