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A Hot Night with a fireman.

Things got wild last night at my house. I was all alone in my room, trying to nap before the party, but I thought I would light a candle or five, and relax as I fell asleep for a second. I laid in my bed naked and just couldn’t go to sleep. I was fucking horny as hell, I slipped my hand between my legs and started rubbing my wet, hard clit. I started slow, but it felt so fucking good, I got wetter and wetter, faster and faster, I couldn’t stop. I was moaning, I was going to cum everywhere. It felt like the biggest cum I had ever had, and it was I squirted everywhere. My bed was soaked. In the heat of the moment, I kicked over a candle I smelled smoke and saw a small fire. I called 911, I told them that there was a fire, and I was scared. They sent out the most sexy fireman, I have ever seen, he came into my home to save me. I was so scared I only had on my underwear when he came in. I jumped into his arms to hug him for coming to save me, even though the fire had long been gone. He must have liked what I did, because even through all of his protective gear I could feel his hard cock. He told me I was a hot ass bitch. I was wet again, I asked him if he could stay for a few till I calmed down. He said he didn’t mind, I had to have this sexy hero. I needed his cock inside me right fucking now. My tight pussy was wet and throbbing. I could still see his hard fuck stick, so I asked him if I could help him out of his gear. He told me I sure could. I couldn’t help myself any longer I had to have and now. I pulled at his gear, he started to help. Then he snatched me up, through me down, and ripped my panties off. Fuck me now is all I could think. He took the rest of his gear off, and There it was the biggest hardest dick I have ever saw. He wasted no time, he rammed his hard cock in my soaked pussy so hard, I cam right then. He pounded me for over an hour, I came over and over, begging for more. He rammed every hole I would let him, and by the time he got out of my ass, and started ramming my pussy again, we were both screaming and moaning. He was going to cum. He came so hard, that he could have put out any fire with that powerful cum. I know he sure put my fire out. Thank you Mr. Fireman, and please come put my fire out any day. I will be dreaming about you tonight, because by the time he left I had came so much I was ready for bed.

2 Girl Call Phone Sex with Makenna

She was a mom, but damn…she was hot!  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her in the club; and, I caught her looking at me a few times, too.  She loved to party like me; and, when we were at the bar, I asked her if she’d like to share some of the lines of coke my friend had at our table.  She enthusiastically agreed and we started doing lines.  I don’t even remember when everyone left…or even when we decided to go.  But, I do remember us laughing and her telling me all these nasty things she likes to do.  She even fucks her little ones!  I was like, “That’s so twisted!  Tell me more!!!”

I guess because I was so enthralled with the idea of her fucking her brats, we went to her house.  It was massive; she said her husband was some boring prick, but he made tons of cash.  She pulled out a stash and smiled; fuck, yeah, the party was just beginning!  The next thing I remember was me diving head-first into her pussy.  But, we weren’t alone: there was this big black dude and his enormous cock…with (I guess) one of her brats.  He was bouncing the little bitch up and down his cock…almost stabbing the brat with his cock.  And, it fucking turned me on!

Then, she pushed me down on the ground when he was done with her brat.  She told me she wanted to suck coke off my pussy while the dude fucked her in the ass.  I was cool and did another line.  I can remember saying, through my haze, “You should fucking get fucking Mommy of the Year and shit!”

Ecstasy Marks the Spot

I was fucked up; and, it wasn’t the first time that I’d gone through the wrong door.  But, there I was: in this green private bathroom that didn’t look anything like the club I was just dancing in.  And, t here was this tan, good-looking guy who was bent over the counter, doing some lines.  I stumbled near him; and, he offered to share his stash.  I was surprised at how easily he offered it up.  He said the only catch was that I had to stay with him until it was all done.  The powder slid so smoothly down the tunnels of my nostrils; and, I relished in the sweet powdery taste on my throat.  We laughed, talking in half-broken sentences, as we did line after line.  Then, as I was doing another line, I looked up to see him stripping.  And, he told me that it felt so good and that I should try it.  He was right: I loved how my body felt…every fiber felt alive and moving.  Even the green tile in the room was something out of Wonderland.  I was totally aware of my clit, pushing up against my panties.  He and I tumbled to the floor; the cold tile felt so good against my nipples as I took his cock in my hand and admired it.  I sucked on his balls and bit his inner thighs; he moaned like a wild animal.  He put his fingers in my hair as I bobbed my head on his cock.  It felt like his cock was going straight to my pussy!  He grabbed at me, pulling me until he got my hips above his mouth; he spread my cunt open wide.  And, as he pulled his clit into his mouth, I could already feel myself starting to cum.  He pumped his hips faster and shot his creamy load down my throat.  I rubbed my pussy all over his face, letting him lick me clean.  We put on our clothes and as I was telling him what good shit he’d gotten, he told me that it was laced with ecstasy.  I didn’t fucking care…I just wanted to go have more fun!

Diamonds and Pearls: Roleplay Phone Sex

My boss told me that there was a guy who wanted a little role play action and he’d give me money plus some coke.  Of course, I was interested!  The only thing was that I had to wear classy clothes and pearls and shit.  I was supposed to try to look like his young, dead wife.  Anyway, I didn’t give a fuck.  I dressed up and headed over to his mansion. When I got there, he offered me some brandy and gave me a script to read while he went off to do something else.  It was a friggin’ character portrait that he gave me; but, hell, whatever.  I could be this chick for a few hours.  The brandy warmed me and I kept drinking until he returned. 

But, this time, he wasn’t alone; there was a large black guy with him.  He was dressed nicely; but, from his build, he looked like he worked out in the yard for a living.  The old man then told me that I was going to be fucked by Robert, the black main standing there.  The old man leaned toward me and whispered, “He has a very big cock.” He looked at both of us and clapped his hands.  “Take your places,” he said with gusto. 

I sat down on the chair, crossing my legs; and, Robert came in.  He had already rehearsed his lines and knew them by heart.  He said that he was sorry to disturb “the lady of the house” and blah blah.  I reassured him.  And, apparently knowing the script better than me, he began ripping off my clothes.  The elderly man’s breathing intensified and we both could hear it, feet away from his chair. 

He slammed me down on the plush fabric and tore my bra from my breasts.  I asked him what he thought he was doing, and I even called for help.  I thought I was doing well.  Then, I heard the old man huff, “Fuck her!”  I almost laughed, but before I knew it, the man had his big, thick, black cock in my pussy.  I actually think that I said, “Ouch!”  I braced myself and kept thinking about the coke that I was going to score.  Finally, the enormous cock exploded inside of my pussy; and, I grimaced as he removed himself from my throbbing hole.  What a fucking crackpot, I thought, as he left the room; someone else delivered what we had been promised.  I put my clothes back on, collected my money and coke, and got the hell out of there. 

Role play phone sex: Naughty school girl

They were describing what they wanted and I just nodded and took notes; I didn’t really care what they wanted me to do for these private parties.  I just liked making the dough and scoring some drugs afterward.  So, I arrived in my best school girl uniform; and, I was surprised at the guests.  They were about 12 older men, each one about 50-70 years old.  I shrugged and made my way to the center of the room, which looked more like a stage.  They had gone to elaborate efforts, and I thought that was kinda sweet and kinda creepy at the same time.  What were these old guys wanting with a school girl?

The host of the part came up to me and reminded me what I was supposed to do.  I had forgotten because I had been so shocked at the age of my customers!  I walked around the room, bending down seductively; then, sitting for a few minutes.  And, you wouldn’t believe it: these old men were crawling on the floor like teenagers to look up my skirt!  I pretended that I didn’t seem them; then, I acted shocked that they would do such a thing.  I reprimanded them, saying that they were too young to do that and that their moms would be ashamed!  I had to bite my tongue a few times to keep from laughing.  Those men who were old enough to be my grandpa were turning red-faced like a bunch of teenagers!

Then, as the final touch, I sat in the middle; the lights were turned off except for the candles sitting around me.  I undressed slowly and left my white panties on, as instructed.  Then, I began rubbing my clit for them.  It was too dark to see anything, but the groans in the dark were undeniable clues that several men were masturbating.  I was shocked at how quiet they were as I continued to masturbate.  Then, when I came, I snuggled underneath the sleeping bag.  After several minutes, the lights were turned on and my money was right across from me.  That was my cue to go; it was a pretty easy way to make a lot of cash!

Cabaret: Drugs Phone Sex

At the strip club, we’ve been working on a musical number; it was the boss’s “great idea” this month.  But, it has been kinda fun, and I got a new costume!  We got to prance around on stage, singing and commanding the audience’s attention.  At the end of the show, one of the boss’s old chums propositioned us to perform again…but this time, he wanted us to be high and even raunchier.  Everyone was ecstatic; and, I offered to take lines for anyone who didn’t want to.  The boss’s friend thought I was so hot that he let me take a few more; and, by the time I got up on stage, I was feeling really fucked up and flying.  As we sang, everything seemed to speed up a little…and colors seemed more vibrant.  We weren’t exactly staying in tune or in sync with each other; but, things were getting crazy.  One of the dancers had gotten our cheap, plastic wine glasses and suctioned them against her nipples; then, she kept trying to get one to stick to her cunt.  Three of the other girls were making out, kissing and fucking each other’s holes on the stage floor.  Another girl was masturbating against her pole.  I continued dancing, taking more and more of my clothes off for the boss’s friend; I figured I could score big with him.  Finally, he told me that he would give me all the coke (and there was a lot left!) if I would bend over and let him finger my shit-hole.  It didn’t sound like a bad idea to me; so, I did as he asked.  Then, he started demanding that I call him “brother.”  As he grunted, his finger curling inside my asshole, he said, “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck my sister’s shit-hole.”  And, with one huge grunt, I felt his cum spray on the back of my thighs and ass.  He removed his finger and began licking it.  “Thank you, darling,” he said.  I took that as my cue to take the coke and leave; I also snagged the cash he had laying on the table, and he didn’t even notice!

Teen Phone Sex: Blast from the Past

I got a curious package in the mail.  I couldn’t figure out who sent it because there was no return address; but, someone apparently knew where I had grown up because my mom’s old house’s address was scratched out.  I opened the box and found a few pictures of me, standing there…posing for the camera.  I had to think really hard until I realized when the photos had been taken.  It had been in my shrink’s office when I was a teenager!  My shrink had locked me in his office to “think about how I was behaving” (a.k.a., getting caught with weed and boys in my room at night).  And, he was out talking with my mom.

As I sat there, bored, I heard a rustling in the closet; and, a handsome young man emerged.  He was probably close to college-age.  He told me that he and his brother (who emerged from the closet and was younger than myself) would listen to their father’s sessions.  The man produced a camera and said that he always took photographs so he could remember the patients and had his own files.  I was listening but suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pee.  I banged on the door, yelling that I had to pee.  But, it was the youngest boy who said that his dad wasn’t coming back any time soon; he’d seen his dad “porking” moms before.  I looked around, frantically searching for a restroom; the older boy pointed at the potted plant by his dad’s desk.  I pushed down my panties and tried to squat as best as I could.  Just as I peed, the boy flashed his camera, taking shot after shot; but, I had to pee so badly that I couldn’t stop!

Afterward, my face flushed, I belted him as hard as I could with his fists.  “Hey, now,” he said.  “You know, I know lots of people who would pay for these pictures.”  I was surprised and listened as he promised me hundreds of dollars, which was a lot to me at that time.  So, I agreed.  I posed, leaned over the large orange chair, pulled my pussy lips apart, and tried to look as cute as I knew how.  “Perfect,” he said.  Now, give me your name and address, and I’ll send you money when you’re famous.  Underneath the pictures was a thousand dollar bill; I was shocked.  The sticky note, attached to the dollar bill, read, “As promised.”  I wondered if I had become famous or if these pictures had been distributed underground; I wasn’t sure, but I got a sense of satisfaction in thinking that my teenage pictures were making men all over the world hard, horny animals!

Backfield in Motion

I don’t hate football season, but sometimes I get tired of hearing about it…and it keeps guys away from the strip club.  So, instead of trying to avoid football this year, I decided to embrace it as much as possible.  I started my own little jar where guys could guess the final scores of every game; and, those who guessed ‘spot on’ were going to be rewarded with a free visit to the V.I.P. room.  The trick was that they had to pay to enter; I double-charged them my normal rate for lap dances, but they didn’t seem to mind.  My first winner was an older guy, husky and smelled of whiskey and cigars.  He kinda reminded me of my grandfather…when I was little.  He got the normal slaps on the back and then followed me to the V.I.P. area.  First, he wanted me to jump around in my cheer-leading uniform, yelling for his old football team.  Apparently, he had been a football stud (according to him).  Then, he fell further into the couch and slapped his knees; by the bulge between his legs, I knew where he wanted my attention.  I crawled on top of him and he started calling me “Mary Anne,” his school sweetheart.  I didn’t really care; I just played along. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Mary Anne,” he said, “but I really want to make love to you.”  I begged him to enter me, trying to sound like someone out of a 1960s film.  He gently slid his cock inside of me and told me how warm and tight I was; he was actually pretty sweet, I thought, even though calling me someone else’s name was a little creepy.  “Now, you know what I want to do, Mary Anne,” he said.  I was confused.  “I want to play in the backfield.  You know that’s my favorite.”  I understood and got on my knees while he spread my ass cheeks apart and spit in my asshole.  He spanked my buttocks and I jumped; he reassured me that I always liked it.  Pushing inside my tight ass, he shoved every inch of his manhood inside of my thin anal walls.  He was thick and stiff; and, as he pumped inisde of me, he continued to tell me that he had won every football game for me.  Only for me.  I tried not to bust out in laughter.  And, after he came inside of my ass, I turned around to suck his cock.  He kissed me on the forehead and told me that his Mary Anne would never do that.  As he left the room, I could hear his voice shouting, “Touch down!”  Whether the football team had scored or not, I have no clue; but, at least I had one happy customer and a wad of cash!

By Hook or by Crook

My co-worker and I were out on a binge night; we’d been saving all of our tips in order to score some really good shit.  But after dancing, drinking, and even playing some slots…we were out of cash.  We were walking out of a casino when we heard a guy call after us.  Turning around, we looked at him; he was a handsome businessman, maybe even a lawyer.  “I’m looking for a date.  How much?” he asked and moved his finger between us both.  We looked at each other; we were high, but we didn’t understand why he was asking for a dance in the middle of the street.  Probably thinking we were stupid, he walked closer and whispered that he was looking for a date.  It dawned on us that he thought we were hookers!  We weren’t offended and I could see that my friend was thinking the same thing: let’s keep the party going.

He agreed to our price and led us to a less than swanky motel.  He explained that he was sleeping somewhere else, but they had cameras; and, he couldn’t be caught on tape with us.  He gave me the money that he owed us and I put it in my corset.  My friend began grinding on his hips, dancing for him and kissing him.  I noticed there were a couple of handcuffs by the bed.  He was demanding that I come over there and bend over; he told me that he loved porcelain asses.  I swayed my ass while he rubbed it.  He ripped open a condom rapper with his teeth and started unloosening his pants.

I leaned all the way on top of him and grabbed the handcuffs.  “Let me do that,” I whispered seductively.  He smiled like it had been his idea all along.  I clasped the cuffs around his wrists to the posts.  “Oh, kinky!” he said and was becoming more excited.  We both knelt down and sucked his cock for fun…and for a picture.  My friend continued to take pictures as I got up and rummaged through his wallet.  We took all of his cash, which was a huge wad.  “Hey, what are you doing?!  You’ll never get away with this!”  Do you know who I am?!” he screamed.  “Nope,” I laughed, “but thanks for telling us that apparently other people do.”  My friend shook her camera phone in his face.  “So you best not do anything stupid and tell on us,” I instructed before playfully slapping his cheek.

We resumed our partying for two more days on the cash we’d gotten.  A week later, when we finally desired to return to work, our boss told us that word on the street was that there was some congressman or something who had been tied up by two hookers.  He’d escaped before the reporters got there only because the hotel clerk had been bribed to remove some cuffs with a bolt cutter!

The princess and the stripper

The boss has this high-class daughter that he sent to Paris to go to school; he talks about her all of the time, and especially now that she’s coming to visit.  I was curious about her, not really sure how someone young lives like that…all pristine and shit.  She wouldn’t dare come to the strip club, even though that’s what paid for her high-class way of living.  I was annoyed at the boss’s allegiance to this stuck-up little princess, but I was still eager to meet her.  I found out where she was staying…it was in some lavish hotel, not even with her father.  And, from there, I devised a plan.

I died my hair blonde and found a large pair of glasses that covered most of my face; then, I picked out some of the best clothes that I had lifted from a high-end store.  Getting in the hotel was pretty easy; and, so was marching right up to her suite.  I told her that I was an investor and wanted to talk about several potential options for her.  The topic of money made her eyes light up; and, she poured us some brandy.  We sipped delicately until I told her that the firm that I represented was run by an elegant man but he liked to have crazy fun sometimes.

She pulled the pins out of her hair and said that she was capable of going crazy.  “Well, honesty, I’m not sure; he’s very particular about the women he allows to invest with his firm.  Most of them end up marrying his rich male friends.”  She huffed and asked what she had to do.  I told her that we needed to create a portfolio; that’s why I came here.  I explained that the pictures needed to be sexy and kinky.  She did not hesitate pulling her clothes off while I set up a tripod with a camera.  I was going to blackmail her with the photos, promising to show them to her daddy; but, I had so much fun with her that I thought I’d hold off for a little bit!

Underneath her clothes, she wore white stockings and undergarments.  I had her pose with her ass up in the air; I even put a dog bone (that I had brought with me) in her mouth!  Even she had to laugh; and, the more I made her drink, she loosened up.  She started kissing me and told me that she wanted to make photographs with me.  She was sure that my boss would just love that.  We started kissing; and, the damn freak even kissed my feet.  Who would have thought that the boss’s proper daughter would have a foot fetish?!  But, she does.  She wasn’t too sloppy as a kisser, either; and, when she bent down to lick my pussy…well, I’m not sure where she learned to roll her tongue like that!