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Blackmail phone sex with Janie

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I just caught my little brother wearing my panties and riding my dildo.

He was the first thing I saw when I walked into my room. He was on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air. My dildo was in his hand and he was pumping it in and out of his asshole. The stretched and ruined pair of my panties that he had squeezed himself into were pulled down and bunched up at his thighs.

I took a few pictures and then started recording as I gave him orders. He resisted at first and demanded that I delete the pictures but this wasn’t our first rodeo. I’ve already threatened him before that if I caught him doing this again, I was exposing him. He was desperately begging so I let him think that he had a chance.

 Giggling as I recorded, I made him stand up, pull up his panties and face the camera. I made him say his full name and what he was doing.

 Then I made him suction my dildo to the floor and drop his ass down on it, taking it all.

All 12 inches straight up his sissy cunt. Since he wanted to act like a slut, I treated him like one. I made him jerk his tiny, sad dick while bouncing on that girthy fuck rod. Every time he pumped out a few, pathetic loads, I made him catch it in his hand.

 When he couldn’t spurt another drop, I made him look into the camera and slurp it out of his hands. My panty loving faggot brother looked into the camera as I recorded him and ate his own cum out of his hand. He just thought that doing what I told him was going to get him out of trouble. He’ll find out later that I was live streaming him to all of my friends!

Romantic Phone Sex Sessions with James Takes My Breath Away

romantic phone sexRomantic phone sex sessions are the best. I love exploring different times and different scenarios, especially with James. He knows just how to woo a woman. It makes me swoon every time. Makes me think how much life would be different if I grew up in the 80s instead of the 90s.

It’s a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer; Leavin’ me here on my own; It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel) cruel summer; Now you’re gone (Bananarama)

I went back to June 1987, in Lansing, Michigan. As a transfer student to Michigan State, on my first night in my new city, I went into this local college bar called Dooley’s. I heard the DJ playing Cruel Summer as I walked in. And I noticed a sad but very handsome man sitting at the bar by himself. I wore a pink dress with some black pumps. 80s video vixen hair teased out. I decided to sit next to him, even though he seemed lost in his thoughts.

I ordered myself a Bartels and James wine cooler and introduced myself to this handsome stranger. But of course, I asked him why he looked so blue. He seemed hesitant to talk, but I was determined to cheer him up. I thought maybe he was a student too, and I could make a new friend. But he graduated two years before. James felt so blue because while he attended Michigan State in the Air Force ROTC program, he met a sweet girl and fell in love.

Hello? Is it me you’re looking for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile (Lionel Ritchie)

However, when he told her, he wanted to make love to her, she broke up with him. Broke his heart. So, I put my hand on his listening intently to him. Personally, I think she might have been afraid of her own feelings and a long-distance relationship. All I could think to myself was her loss might be my gain. I felt some sort of instant connection with his handsome, but sad stranger. As I listened to him, telling me about his relationship, the DJ played Lionel Richie’s song Hello. And he asked me to dance.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other one held my hand as we danced. And I felt all tingly inside. A woman knows when she vibes with someone and I thought to myself this might be fate. He looked at me with his beautiful, sad eyes and asked me why somebody so beautiful would choose him. But I think fate might’ve chosen us.

James started to sing the song, and it felt like he sang it directly to me. He told me he felt better. So, I told him he made me feel better too as a stranger in a new city with zero friends. I had a brilliant idea. He booked a hotel stay for an entire week because he planned on spending time with his girlfriend.

I mean, this felt like a first date. Albeit a very special first date. And I wanted him to stay with me for the week. But I didn’t ask that right away. I eased into it and asked him if he just wanted to come back to my apartment full of boxes for a nightcap.

It’s no surprise (love begs, love pleads); It’s what I need; If you’ve got love in your sights; Watch out, love bites (Def Leppard)

Only the bed was assembled in my new pad. Dooley’s was less than a block from my campus apartment, so he walked me home. But first we walked through campus, and he showed me the lay of the land. Beautiful night. The moon shined brightly, illuminating the campus. James became my private tour guide.

And even took me through the gardens. The smell was intoxicating. I could not have asked for a better night or a more handsome tour guide. We even walked by this huge 12 feet tall statue called Spartie, a symbol of the campus.

Neither of us wanted this evening to end. We talked as we walked through campus, discovering each other as we held hands. I felt comfortable and at ease with him. And according to him, I brightened up his world. We discovered a shared love for all sorts of music. So, when we got back to my place, I put some tunes on my boombox and offered him a beer. This day turned around for both of us. Again, this felt like fate.

He took off his dapper blazer, sat on my couch and drank a beer. Such a gentleman. He was not in my house for more than 10 minutes before he wanted to help me unpack. But I told him that could wait till tomorrow. I moved closer to him and suggested he just stay the week with me.

Chances aren’t enough; One’s too good to miss; Chances aren’t too strong; A chance is all there is (Air Supply)

I thought I could save him some money and really get to know him. And I have never been an impulsive girl. However, when something feels like fate you move quickly. My boom box played Air Supply, and we sat on the couch getting to know each other even better. I laid my head on his chest, and I felt his chin rest on my head. We fit like a glove.

The song Chances started to play on the radio, and he asked me to dance. We both slipped off our shoes and found a spot between the boxes to dance. Both of our hearts fluttered. And we kissed. Our first official kiss. The kind of kiss a woman gets lost in.

He wrapped his arms around me and with so much passion our tongues intertwined. The next song that played solidified my notion that this felt like fate at work. Two Less Lonely People in the World played on my boom box and I mustered up the nerve to ask him to make love to me. I do believe Cupid hit us both hard.

I led him into my bedroom. We only needed the bed, so the boxes did not get in our way. He unzipped my dress and I tingled at his touch as my dress fell to the floor. As I stepped out of it, he undid my bra. I turned around to kiss him, and I felt his hands roaming on my perky breasts.

In my life where everything was wrong; Something finally went right; Now there’s two less lonely people in the world tonight (Air Supply)

As we kissed again, my nipples became erect and I could feel his love rocket pressing into me. So, I unzipped his pants and unleashed his love muscle. As I started to stroke his cock, I also began to move slowly backwards towards my bed. I led him by his magnificent cock, and we fell back into my bed.

I wrapped my legs around him while I continued to stroke his cock, and we kissed passionately. He pulled my panties off, and I tugged his boxers down. Eventually, we were naked on my bed and in the 69 position. I greedily took his love gun deep down my throat as he began licking my love canyon up and down.

 His tongue felt amazing on my private garden. I could feel him spreading my lips and plunging his tongue up and down, back-and-forth, and in and out. No doubt he tasted every inch of me. I started gushing all over his face as I felt his member throb down my throat.

My thighs trembled, and my body stiffened because I knew I was about to cum on his face. But James wanted me to cum. Such an intimate moment with somebody I’d only known for a few hours. But it honestly it felt like I’d known him for decades. He seemed hungry for my pussy juice. And he didn’t let up even after I orgasmed.

Tonight I fell in love with you; And all the things I never knew; Seemed to come to me somehow (Air Supply)

He kept eating my pussy tasting all those juices. He told me my sweet honey served as his reward. By that time, I started convulsing. I tried to take his cock deeper down my throat. And I could feel myself falling in love with a man I just met. I felt desperate to make love to him. I told him how much I wanted him deep inside of me. And that I wanted his biggest cum shot.

I climaxed all over his face again. After my third orgasm, he finally agreed to give my love garden his love muscle. We made love like a newlywed couple who knew each other for years. I could taste my love nectar on his face as we kissed. His cock felt ready for this very special mission. I grabbed that beautiful rock-hard cock and guided it deep inside of my pussy. As I moaned his name in pleasure, he entered my love canal. And it slid in easily because he soaked me with his tongue.

My womanhood grabbed his love stick, and we began pumping and grinding back-and-forth. Honestly, I do not think any man ever made me that wet. My legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him into me deeper. He gazed into my eyes as he pumped that throbbing, loving gun deep into me.

His love rocket made me cum again. I started to quiver and shake. Beads of sweat dripping off us both. When we kissed, we could taste each other’s salt. I was falling in love with a man I just met as I came third time on his cock. His rocket kept pounding away, hitting deep inside of me. His balls slapped my lips with each stroke. My love garden gripped his rocket harder and I came again.

Two less lonely people in the world; And it’s gonna be fine; Out of all the people in the world; I just can’t believe you’re mine (Air Supply)

I begged him to cum inside of me. And he did. His rocket shot a massive load inside of my pussy coating my walls of love. We both laid there drained physically. I sank into his arms, feeling sweaty and super wet. But I still basked in the glow of it all. James collapsed into my body, and I wrapped him in my arms. What a wonderful chance encounter. In that moment, he agreed to stay at my place for the remainder of his stay in Michigan. So, we could have many more nights together.

Two less lonely people in the world that night. That magical night. The best medicine for getting over somebody is to get under somebody new. I had to pinch myself to realize this happened. This was not just some wild fantasy phone sex dream. This was reality. Two strangers, one suffering from a broken heart, the other suffering from social anxiety, met at the perfect time to help each other out. And it felt like the start of something beautiful and magical; something that seemed predestined to last forever.

Daddy breeding his filthy schoolgirl

Wet bald pussy

I ran through the door with my uniform skirt pulled up over my wet bald pussy, and my soaked panties pulled to the side, cunt lips glistening with need. Daddy was on the couch; I hopped straight onto his lap, gropped his cock, and slammed my tight cunt down until my ass slapped his thighs. I rode him like a fucking bitch in heat, hips popping, juices spilling out around his thick daddy cock every time I dropped. “Use your schoolgirl cum-whore, Daddy—dump your load into me,” I begged and pleaded, voice cracking.
Feeling daddy in my back
My clit pounded against him with every bounce; I could feel the amazing feeling of Daddy’s cock all the way up my spine. I squeezed his cock, milking his cock with every upthrust, then pounded again, taking him balls fucking deep. Daddy’s hands gripped my waist as he started thrusting up to meet me, pounding my cervix. I kept babbling filthy praise—”breed your filthy slut, fill your dirty whore’s cunt”—until he growled and unloaded, thick jets of cum whitewashing my womb.
Making sure he bred me
I stayed on daddy’s lap, grinding in slow motion, kissing him , squeezing every last spurt out of him while my hungry pussy fluttered and sucked. My thighs trembled from the effort, but I refused to lift off until every drop was buried deep. I rocked my hips in tiny circles, feeling his cum slosh inside me, then clenched hard to keep it from leaking out. “Thank you for using your fucktoy, Daddy,” I spoke quietly, voice shaky, already hungry for the next load.

 

Cock Control is my favorite way to drain a man!

Cock Control is my favorite way to drain a man!

It’s so fucking hot to take a man and have him completely under my control.

Kneeling in front of you with my long animal wrapped around the base.

I’ll spit on your cock so my hands can squeeze you up and down.

I need both hands to help me jerk your member since you are so big!

Cock Control

Only I get to decide when you cum. I’ll jerk your cock until I feel you are about to cum, then I’ll stop!

Edging you all night long until your load gets fatter and fatter.

I want to see the pain on your face when I don’t let you explode.

I love seeing how pathetic you are under my control.

Beg me to let you cum, and I think about whether you are worth it to cum yet!

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Your Cum Shots on Tits Leaves Me a Creamy Treat

cum shots on titsAnytime a man wants to give me cum shots on tits, I welcome it. Because when you appear busty, that’s just a little creamy treat for me. David is one of my many married lovers. But unlike most of my lovers, he won’t fuck me. Get this. His religion will not allow him to cheat with another woman.

I don’t really understand why he won’t fuck me. He titty fucks me. I suck his cock. And he eats my pussy. Hell, he eats my ass too. Pretty sure he’s straddling a fine line of hypocrisy because that’s all cheating too. But he spoils me and he has a nice cock, so I’m not making any waves.

Plus, I don’t see him much. His window of opportunity to visit for big tit fucking is small. So, if I see him once every three months, I consider myself lucky. And last night he wanted to see me. I think it’s been four months since we spent time together last. He brought me gift cards to my favorite places. Plus, he brought my favorite Starbucks order. And anyone gets points for that. It’s OK that he doesn’t fuck me. Plenty of my married lovers will. But I know his cock would feel amazing in my wet bald pussy.

After we exchanged some hugs and pleasantries, and I thanked him for my wonderful gift cards selection, I whipped out his cock and put it between my big knockers. Although I think everybody seems obsessed with my big boobs, there appears to be levels of obsession. And Dave ranks right up there as a totally obsessed tit lover. His balls felt really backed up. Apparently, his wife is barely a B cup. So, until he met me, he never titty fucked any woman.

Not All Married Men Want to Fuck This Sexy BBW, But They All Want to Titty Fuck Me

Dave’s faith seems very important to him. When he got married, he never even saw his wife naked before. Wow. I can’t imagine only fucking the same person for my entire life. Not knowing any other flavors out there. Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with cheating. If your spouse is not giving you what you need then you should be able to get it somewhere else. I don’t want to marry any of these men. Truly, I am not a home worker. I’m just a horny, sexy BBW with big tits and a voracious sexual appetite.

Since I know Dave will not fuck me, I give him the best titty fucking of my life. I smashed my big 44 triple E breasts around his cock and milked him until he exploded. And he did explode. He lasted maybe five minutes tops before he coated my tits in his hot, sticky sperm. Being the greedy cum slut phone sex whore that I am, I licked it all off my tits. Dave watched in awe as I ate his sperm off my tits.

Watching me savor his jizz made him hard again. This time I got to blow him and I do love wrapping my mouth around his big cock. Although I do want him to fuck me with that big dick, I’m OK with our titty fucking and cock sucking sessions. He spoils me and I drain him. Seems like a perfect relationship to me.

Panty Boy Phone Sex is Something a Sexy Mommy Encourages

panty boy phone sexAs a mom, I never mind panty boy phone sex calls. I think women have the advantage of much more comfortable undergarments than men. Both of my sons played around with my panties when they were younger. Sometimes they wore them and sometimes they jacked off in them. I can’t blame boys for being curious about women’s panties. We have a wider selection and so many more different styles. And they feel more comfortable on your junk.

Over the weekend my oldest son invited a new friend to spend the weekend with us. A nice boy but relatively shy. Usually, I can bring any boy out of his shell. They just sometimes need a little experience to develop some game. So, I kept my eye on this boy to gauge his reactions to me. He stared at my tits a lot. Mommy jugs, big or small, hold a certain appeal to all young men.

Well, when I made dinner, I lost sight of the boy. While my casserole baked, I went searching for him. My son seemed into his video game. At first, I thought the boy just excused himself to the bathroom. But I found him in my bedroom wearing my panties. And I knew he liked wearing them. Mommy phone sex babes know the difference between a panty boy and a horny boy. Not to say that panty boys are not horny. I could tell that this boy wanted to wear my panties more than he wanted to jack off in them.

As a Mommy, I Encourage Boys to Cum in Mommy’s Panties

So, I helped him try on some different ones. At first, he seemed completely embarrassed that I caught him in a pair of my silky white panties. So, I assured him he could explore that side of himself. And he blossomed before my eyes, prancing around in my panties.

But I found out he still likes pussy. I wouldn’t call him a sissy. He just likes wearing panties. After about an hour of trying on panties, I convinced him to let me blow him while wearing a pair of my panties. When I could tell he was about to cum, I screamed cum in mommy ‘s panties. And he did.

Although I swallowed some of it, he came a lot in my panties. I enjoyed seeing that wet stain that a cock makes when it leaks into panties. We were gone for about an hour, but I don’t think my son realized that his friend went MIA.

While my son played Mortal Kombat, I played with his panty boy pal. I don’t care what your fetish is, I encourage exploration on my phone sex line as well as in my bedroom. My son’s new friend left Sunday with five pairs of my sexy panties for his own personal pleasure. Like I said, this sexy mommy appreciates a panty boy.

Jizz lover Janie gets nasty

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My worn out pussy is a cum soaked mess right now. There are at least six loads of hot nut rolling out of my swollen, raw cunt. So far, thats how many men that I’ve had over to fuck me this morning. Last night’s party never stopped. I was so horny that I couldn’t stop giving up my slutty fuck holes. From the bar to the hotel room, I had a non stop rotation of men. They were fucking my face, pounding my pussy and wallowing out my ass. I was throating one hard dick with two others pumping in and out of my cunt and shithole.

Being used like a double stuffed fleshlight was hot as fuck! My pussy squirted so many times.Thick, white waves of cum bubbled out of my worn out cunt every time I spread my pussy lips to play with it. No matter how many loads I took, I would beg for more after each shot. By the end of the party, I could barely walk from being so used up and having my holes destroyed.

I wasn’t ready to stop yet so I posted my hotel room online and let any guy that wanted to party cum hang out and use me. I’m going to stay spread open all day long, letting all these random men fuck me and pump me full of cum until I pass out. If you see me active then hit me up so that you can listen to me get dicked down.

CBT Phone Sex is Something I Enjoy and Deliver with Enthusiasm

cbt phone sexCBT phone sex can be a lot of fun. Can you believe how many losers call me for cock and ball torture sex? A lot of masochist boys in the world. So, in a world full of assholes like the Tate Brothers, it’s fun to talk to men who know they should be subservient to women.

When Alex called me, he told me about the cock cage he put on his dick. This idiot threw away the key. And he lives alone. I suspect there’s a good reason for that. He’s dumber than a box of rocks. If we met at the club, I would’ve trampled his balls, kicked him in the groin and maybe even smashed the cage to inflict maximum pain. But this loser called my phone sex line instead.

I worked him through cracking the cage using a wrench and pliers. Luckily, he used a plastic cage. If he used a steel cage that would need to be surgically removed. But he cracked the cage and used the pliers to pull it off. Now I know what you’re thinking? Why would I have him take off the cage. Because I wanted to inflict maximum pain on this worthless, cock and balls. And to do that, I needed the cage off his worthless dick.

As a Sexy Switch, Sometimes I Get to Mutilate a Man’s Junk

I don’t judge. Plenty of fetishes exist and I’m here to explore them all with my callers. Once his dick and balls were fully exposed, I instructed him to slam his balls in a book. Fucking little loser did it too. My switch side really came out. I instructed him to find some clothes pins and safety pins. He put five close pens on each ball and then I had him take the safety pins and put them through the flesh of his dick. He sent me pictures so I’m certain he did exactly as I told him to do.

Since I felt like we were on a roll, I had him get a garden veggie and fuck his ass too. Then I made him eat that cucumber after he shoved it up his ass. Slammed his cock and his balls in the book a few more times. I had him roll up a magazine and flog his cock and balls too. Although I’m sure that didn’t hurt nearly as much as the piercing of his flesh with safety pens did.

Clearly, my caller enjoys pain slut phone sex. As well as submissive sex. Although I know, I could have done more damage to his cock and balls if I had met him at the strip club. But I feel certain that my little loser inflicted some serious pain to his cock and balls in my honor. It’s good to be the queen.

Controlling daddies cock

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I woke up wanting total Cock control, my cunt already throbbing and leaking onto the sheets. My tiny nightie was bunched around my ribs, nipples stiff, and your fat Daddy morning wood lay heavy across your thigh. I didn’t waste a second. I crawled between your legs, spit on your balls, and started licking like the greedy little cum-whore I am. My tongue dragged up the thick vein on the underside of your shaft until I reached the fat head, then I wrapped my lips around it and sank down in one sloppy motion.

Dripping cum

Thick strings of drool ran down your cock and coated my chin while I forced every inch into my throat. I gagged hard, throat spasming, but I kept swallowing around you, nose mashed to your pelvis, eyes watering. My fingers cupped your heavy balls, rolling them while I bobbed faster, slurping loudly like a cheap fuck-toy. When your strong Daddy hand fisted my hair and shoved me down until my lips kissed your base, I moaned around the invasion and let you fuck my face.

Spit bubbled out around my stretched lips and ran down your balls. I didn’t pull off for air—I just sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, desperate for the first hot spurt. The second your cock twitched and flooded my throat I gulped every rope like it was my morning meal, licking the last drops from your piss-slit before you even opened your eyes. I kept nursing on the softening head, tongue flicking the sensitive slit to catch any leftover cum, then licked your balls clean, making sure not a single drop went to waste.

My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down my thighs while I worshipped your cock like the obedient teen slave I was born to be.

My Cuckold Husband was My Creampie Phone Sex Lover First

creampie phone sexI love my creampie phone sex loving husband. The funny thing is that when I married him, he never acted like this. Being married to a black cock whore who refuses to give up big black cock once she said I do, changed him. And our marriage changed. I love my husband. But sexually, he cannot satisfy a Barbie doll. So, we needed to be creative with how he could please me. Although I never let my husband fuck me with his tiny dick, I do let him eat my pussy. And when my pussy appears full of cum, I make my husband eat my pussy more.

Initially, he didn’t realize that when he went down on me, the reason I felt so wet was because of all the big black cock I took. He knew about my lovers. We agreed to an open marriage for me. However, back then, he did not want to be a cuckold. He just wanted to suspend belief and not really talk about it. But he started to enjoy eating my sloppy wet bald pussy.

He seemed to enjoy it the most when it felt full of black cock spunk. So, one day I told him that my pussy didn’t get that wet for him. Although he does possess a very talented tongue, he cannot get me that wet. At first when I told him that this was my way of making him my cuckold, he felt betrayed. Then I reminded him how much he seemed to like the creamy treats inside of my pussy. I think for him, it became a hard pill to swallow, knowing that my pussy only got that wet because I fucked a bunch of black men.

Becoming a Cuckold Starts with Unwittingly Eating Another Man’s Cum from Your Wife’s Cunt

Many men eat a creampie and never realize it. Some men prefer to eat pussy that looks messy and used. Once my husband realized how wet those big black cocks made my pussy, he started acting more like a cuckold. He wanted to become one just from one taste of black cock spunk. That is the power of big black cock phone sex. On or off the phone, when men realize they married a slut wife, they also realize they want to be good cuckolds.

I trained my husband to be a good cuckold. But it all started without his knowledge. He thought compensated for a small dick by making sure he ate my pussy very well. But once I told him he was eating my black cock lovers’ cum, my husband quickly realized that cum in his wife’s pussy meant I was happy. My guess, if you have a tiny dick, you’ve likely eaten the cum of another man out of your wife’s pussy too. And I can help you become a good cum eater and a good cuckold.