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hot squirting pussy One of my chick friends called me last night. She was horny and needed some phone sex. Of course I was ready for her. I undressed and told her to do the same. I sat in my lounge chair and started. I told her to slowly rub her clit and imagine me there sucking on it. Making that cunt all hard and ready. I told her I would twirl my tongue around and around the tip hitting that good spot. Then I would stick my dildo inside of her sweet hole as I kept licking and sucking on her nub. I described to her how her pussy would get so wet and juicy for me. She started to moan really loud and that turned me on. I started using my pink dildo on myself. I was moaning with her. I told her how I’d love to get a strap on and bang her pretty little brains out. She orgasmed at the same time that I did and we was in absolute bliss. I love it when she calls me wanting phone sex!!

Haunted Fantasy Phone Sex

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex? Many of my black cock callers think that being a black cock faggot is a fantasy, but it is not. White men sucking on big black dicks happens all the time. I am talking about things that don’t happen in the real world. I had an out of this world encounter a few years ago that still turns me on. I was house sitting for a friend in her old Victorian home in downtown Chicago. The house had a haunted legacy. Even though Illinois was a free state, the rumor was that the original owner at the turn of the century had black house servants that he didn’t treat so well. In fact, the predominant rumor was that the owner killed his black man servant when he discovered he was sleeping with his wife and buried his body in the basement. I  didn’t believe in ghosts, but if a house was going to be haunted by a black ghost who liked white women, that was my kind haunting.

black cock phone sexOther than odd noises that all old houses make, nothing out of the ordinary happened the first night. I was rather disappointed. Night two, however, was a different story. Not only did I hear something, I felt something. Something dragged me out of the bed and tied me to the stairwell banister. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I felt myself being whipped. I know the feel of a black cock on my body.  I am not a submissive woman, except when it comes to those big black cocks. This world or the netherworld, it doesn’t matter. I found myself bound and gagged getting fucked by a big black dick I couldn’t see. I was begging for more.  I woke up the next morning back in the bed wondering if it at been a hot dream. But, when I realized I had cum in my pussy and restraint marks, I knew the ghost stories that had long plagued my friend’s house were true.

Even a black ghost fucked my pussy better than my husband.

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young bald pussy I finally found the big cock I was looking for. I bring him home for the night. We head to my bedroom where I let him strip me down. He is licking his lips. He better be. I let him get undressed and I throw him onto the bed. I stick that huge cock inside my mouth and twirl my tongue on that head. I shove it the rest the way inside my mouth and gag myself. I know he liked that. I stop and position myself on top of him. I force his enormous cock inside of my tight wet cunt. It feels so good to finally have a decent cock inside me. I ride his shaft like I’m a stripper working the pole. He moans softly and grabs my tits. He is so deep inside me it hurts ever so often. I love it. Feeling that prick deep inside me. He then grabs me and shifts us to where I’m the one on bottom. He never lets that cock slip out. He grinds on me and I orgasm as if its the first time. He keeps pounding that snatch until he jerks out of me. He pumps his cock until he shoots his warm milky cum all over my chest and stomach. He finishes off by eating my pussy again until I orgasm a second time. Then a third. We leave each other on a good note but I think its definitely time for him to go. I kiss him goodbye and he leaves. What a night!

Slave Training Phone Sex Between a Tree and a Hard Place

Slave Training Phone SexApparently I did something to earn my Master’s ire.

I was taken to the middle of the forest with some of Master’s closest friends and told me that it was time for my “Slave Training Phone Sex regimens.” I didn’t really understand what they meant but I’m fairly certain they would let me know.

First they stripped me naked, one man holding my arms back as the others smacked my tits, ass, and pussy. Some hitting over my kidneys just to remind me what a pain slut I was and to mix some bad pain in with the good.

Once they had their giggles at my jiggling flesh they pushed me up against a tree. The rough bark scratching at my back as they moved onto the next step in their Slave Training Phone Sex regimen. “What do you say about being tied to a tree slut?” one of Master’s friends sneered at me. I blinked, looking at him surprised. Master was mean but he was never cruel for the sake of it. “I… “ I took too long to answer. The man slapped me hard across the face as my Master laughed.

I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision was cloudy with tears. They took out their rope of choice and I was scared to see that it was barbed wire. I could feel those metal teeth digging into my skin and they laughed as they tugged at the metal. Slapping and hitting me again, trying to make me move out of the way of their hands and into the teeth of the wire.

“What does a slut say when she’s asked if she wants to be tied to a tree?” He prompted again and right away I answered “Thank you sir. Yes sir.” he laughed, and patted my cheek. I noticed the others had pulled a small box with them and opening it revealed a set of needles and jewelries. My master with nitrite gloves on pulled and pinched my nipples. Making them hard as he smiled at me. “Ready for the next step in your Slave Training Phone Sex regimen?” he asked with care. I was afraid, and he could see it in my eyes as I looked from the man who had slapped me back to him. “Yes sir…” and with that they took the wide needle, one man pulling my nipple taut as the other pierced through the sensitive flesh making me scream out as they put a hoop through it. The the other, then my clit… I didn’t feel like I consented to any of it… And all it did was make me afraid of the men surrounding me. Even as they told me how good I did and what a perfect slut I was.

Fetish Phone Sex Dripping Away

Fetish Phone SexMy Master is amazing me at turning me into a Fetish Phone Sex whore.

He strapped me back to the table, tying down my wrists and ankles before putting a blindfold over my eyes and ear buds playing some bass heavy music that filled my ears. All I had left was my sense of smell and touch.

I wasn’t sure what to expect and my body was tense with the expectation of unsure pain and gasped when I felt something soft and silky run over my jaw line. Moving down my neck and between my tits and over my stomach. I giggled and squirmed as the soft thing kept running over my sides and ribs.

The thing sent little tingles through my body which made the quick removal of the soft tingles and the sharp quick pain of what I knew was a cane going across my nipples. Then my stomach and over my pussy. Whack, whack, whack!

Until I was squirming and wiggling, whimpering and crying. I could feel the burn lingering before the sharp little pokes tickling over the hot stinging making the tickling even worse than with the first thing he used.

When he pulled the wheel away I tensed up again. Nerves on fire with both pleasure and pain I was almost afraid of what he would do next and then I felt it. Hot little drip, drip, drips of fire across my skin. I pulled at my bindings trying to get away from the hot little drips. They seemed to come from everywhere.

I heard him laugh even over the music as he drips the wax directly onto my pussy. I cried out, my back arching as I danced for him. Not sure how long he was going to keep doing this to me.

Party Girls Phone Sex the Bunny meets the Wolf

Party Girls Phone SexMy friends know what a Party Girls Phone Sex whore I am. When they found out about a costume party they had to tell me about it.

I had to go of course, but I thought it would be awesome to be a rope bunny. So I put on the black satin one piece iconic for the Playboy bunnies, even the little poofy tail on the ass and the sheer black stockings that made my legs look like a porn stars and the classic black heel to match. Paired with some white puffy ears and then I got together with a BDSM friend. They completely decorated my suit for me. They did a chest and hip harness all in natural jute rope. Then they did decorative wrist and ankle binds and even a collar for me.

I was a total rope bunny and loving it.

The adrenaline was running through me as I walked into the party. The heavy bass of the music strumming through me and making me feel wild… So I could feel that surge of arousal especially after my eyes crossed over the wolf man.

He was wearing ripped jeans, a flannel shirt ripped open. Fur covering over his arms, chest, legs, and even his face. Somehow this werewolf was straight out of an erotic novel, all he needed was a box fan to blow that sexy hair from his face and I would be his.

His eyes met me and it was as if electricity whipped through my body and I felt my breath catch in my lungs.

Holy shit.

He prowled to me, his dominance sending shivers through me and I swear if he touched me I would cum. I was definitely prey and the grin he gave me as I moved away from him. Danced out of his touch sent chills through me. We found ourselves on the dance floor. Moving just in and out of his reach as he hunted me over the floor. Pushing and leading me away from people, into the dark, out of the sight of everyone else.

Then he caught me, his hand in my hair. Pulling tight as he pushed my chest into the wall. His cock grinding into my mass. His growl primal in my ear.

I wasn’t sure if I had won or not technically. But as his strong hands ripped the crotch from my suit and I felt his cock slide into my wet pussy I found myself not caring and I knew that I belonged to him for the night at least.

BDSM Phone Sex Master’s new Toys

BDSM Phone SexMaster got new toys!

He strapped me to a table my arms outstretched and my legs forced open. He started with a slow massage, rubbing scented oil into my skin. Showing me a sharpened scalpel he held the blade against my cheek. He grinned at me as I gasped, feeling the cold metal against my cheek as he slid the blade oh so softly down my skin, over my neck, chest, tits, and over my stomach. He stopped with that sharp point right against my clit.

He just barely nicked the sensitive nub of nerves with that scalpel just once before he took a little egg, securing it against the clit. The slow stem of blood making the clit so much more sensitive. The trickle of blood mixing with my own flowing fluid. He took a toy that wasn’t like a dildo I’d seen before. It was pink, wide, and long. It had two black pads that had a wire that connected to a large black box. He then connected that to his phone and pressed a button and I felt little electric tremors of pleasure running straight from my pussy through the rest of my body.

It was intense and amazing and I came in seconds. Then he put clamps on my nipples, a plug up my ass, and oh my god sensation everywhere.

It just kept building and building, I couldn’t control it and just kept cumming and cumming.

Then, he changes the file and dripped red candle wax on my skin and just sent me over yet again…

I think this is my favorite of all the toys he’s showed me lately and I can’t wait to play with it again.

Naughty Maid Phone Sex Brandy

Naughty Maid Phone SexI love being a Naughty Maid Phone Sex whore.

It makes me feel so naughty to wear that white and black uniform. Know that you’re watching me as I clean the house. Your eyes locked on my tits or ass as I bend over counters, mop and sweep floors, everything. It’s like your eyes just can’t get enough of me and that’s so sexy.

I love it when you drop someone on the floor, let me get between your knees to clean up the mess only to find your dirty cock right in front of my face. Well… A good maid has to make sure every inch is clean right? So of course I do the only logical thing and lick up that shaft. Tease it with my tongue and my lips. Suck hard and long until I’m 100% sure that you’re all clean and that build up you kept deep inside your balls is all over my tongue.

I know you love it when I show you just how big your load for me was. How I look in that pretty uniform before I swallow your cum. Then back to picking up the mess you made to get me there.

Making you all hard again as you get to watch my huge tits swing back and forth, all at your knees like the servant I am.

Snuff Phone Sex the Execution

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I never thought it was illegal to be a taboo adult phone sex whore.

But here I was, the day of my execution. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or excited knowing that today was going to be my last day.

It definitely became fear as I heard the heavy clomp of boots moving closer to me. I looked up at the two guards who sneered at me before opening the door. “Ready bitch?” one guard asked. The other staying behind. I felt as though I was shaking “Is it really today?”

They both laughed at me, their laughter harder as I felt my face flush. “Strip bitch.” he commanded and I stood, unzipping the orange jumpsuit and shrugged out of it. My face hotter as I stood naked in front of the two guards.

“On all fours!” the guard commanded. I moved to all fours on the concrete floor in front of them. He reached down, grabbing my long hair he used it as a leash. “You’re crawling there bitch.”

He yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain as he pulled me down the hall forcing me to try to keep up with him as he led me to what I was sure was the execution chamber.

It was a circular room with 12 people sitting behind a glass wall. I was forced to look at them all by the firm hand in my hair. I felt my blush spreading to my chest. I wanted to look away but he just wouldn’t let me and laughed at my embarrassment.

“Stand up bitch.” he commanded, pulling up hard on my hair to make me cry out as I struggled to my feet. He gave me another moment to meet the eyes of those people behind the wall as he explained “This slut is being executed today for her acts of treason. She is going to be tortured before being made to orgasm and electrocuted. Do you have anything to say slut?”

“Please forgive me for the crimes I’ve committed…” I commented, gasping as I found myself led by my hair to a spreader bar set up in the room. First he had me raise one arm and then the other. Cuffing and forcing them to stay spread before I positioned my legs my ankles cuffed also to keep my legs spread wide.

I wasn’t able to see what he grabbed next until I felt the heavy leather falls of a flogger cut across my back, the ends slapping to end it in a sharp pain that made me cry out. Again, and again, the flogger lashing across my back. Each hit making the burn spread further throughout my body.

He finally stopped and I felt like I could breathe again only to have him tell me “Open your mouth.” in his commanding tone. I did that and he shoved the handle of a snake whip he had far enough down my throat that I gagged on it.

“Keep it there slut. Don’t drop it.” he told me with a sadistic smile on his lips. He reached forward then. Taking my nipples between his fingers he squeezed, pulled, twisted. Making a sharp pain shoot through me and cry out from around the whip handle.

He pulled the handle from my mouth and smiled at me. “Good girl.” he teased, his hand resting against my cheek before he slapped me across my face. His hands grabbing my hair again as he forced me into a bending position. My arms muscles straining against the binds as he used his other hand to spread my pussy lips. “Just look how wet she is. What a slut. You like all these people watching you don’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, crying out as he gave me a sharp slap to my wet pussy. Laughing at my predicament as he undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. “8 or 10?” he asked.

I was confused. “What?” I asked, screaming out and holding my side where a whip had cracked and broken the skin. “Don’t be stupid. 8 or 10 inches.” he repeated. Giving another crack against my thigh as I cried out “8!” he laughed again, this time the whip cracked against my ass. I could feel the lingering sharp stings against my skin and the slow tickle of blood as it dripped.

“Go to the chair.” he said, whipping me again as I looked at the intimidating chair with its ankle and wrist bindings, ones that went all the way up to prevent its victim from thrashing. There was a hole in the seat where I was sure the cock would go through and I felt another cutting blow as I stared to long as my mode of death.

I moved on shaky legs towards the chair. Feeling the bite of whip across my back, ass, arm, thigh, everywhere as he “encouraged” me along. Sitting on the cold metal with hot marks was a mix of comfort and stinging in an entire new way.

He wasted no time though, strapping my arms and legs to the chair. Pulling my hair behind me and trying it to an eyehook before using straps across my forehead and throat to prevent me from looking away or struggling.

He put 4 electrode pads on me. One to my inner thigh, another over my heart, one against the side of my throat, and one against my head. I felt nervous then, my breath speeding up as he went behind me. I could hear him messing with mechanical components before I felt the huge head of a fake cock pressing against my wet pussy.

I moaned, unable to help it. He turned it on low and it moved in and out of me slowly. It was so big and went so deep, I couldn’t help but feel that building of pressure. The toy increased in intensity and began to fuck me harder and faster, I moaned. My breath coming quick as it seemed to hit all the right spots and not stop.

I couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing and was a master of the controls. I could feel myself cumming in no time and felt what started as a soft tickle turn into a searing pain and I cried out in a mix of pain and orgasm.

Then stopped, blinking as I thought to hard. “I’m not sure how to orgasm and die.” I looked at the false wall where a director and a sound guy stood. Heard a collective groan of the other cast members as he yelled “Cut!” and we all had a laugh about it as it appeared in the blooper reel later.

Just kidding, I was stuck in the chair. My entire body tensing and vibrating with the electricity coursing through it. My hands opening and closing against the arm of the chair as I felt my heart skip beats. My pussy felt almost like it was keeping in time and then it did it again, and again, each time the electricity pumped through my body I felt a bit fuzzier. The pain further away. The colors of the world just a shade different…

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Accomplice Phone Sex: Dinner to Order

Accomplice Phone SexMaster’s tastes have been getting a bit more extreme…

I think the hunting games have affected him more than he lets on.

Lately he’s been telling me how good I look, how tasty I am. He’s been pinching my thighs and waist. Telling me that I was to skinny and needed to eat more, that I’d fill out so nicely. I was really starting to fear for my own skin but… Master told me to go find a girl that matched what he was looking for.

A woman who was young, plump in all the right places, and who would cook well and be tasty.

Well, I did my best. I met a girl named Stephanie. She was pretty, vegan, kinda bitchy and annoying and someone I don’t think I’d really miss and I enjoyed the ironic yet morbid humor of what my plans were with her.

We had met online on a site for prospective models, her posts were desperate and she promised she would do anything as long as it was a paid gig. So of course I sent her an e-mail. I promised her an upfront pay of 200$ for just an interview, a view of her naked, and the discussion of the fetish material we’d be producing.

She took up that offer right away and was soon knocking on our door. Wearing much to much makeup and perfume. I smiled and invited her in, showed her the $200 I had with me and explained if she was selected and pictures were taken that we would pay her another $800 and I could see her excitement. So I took her to the basement and showed her the cage that my Master had purchased and informed her that many of the pictures would be taken in this and to get in so we could see if it was comfortable.

She was so giddy she didn’t take a second thought before she stepped into the cage and I closed the door. The lock falling into place. She looked at me confused and hurt. “What are you doing?”

I smiled sweetly. “Oh, it’s nothing this is just part of it. Strip for me while I get the camera to take some test shots. I have to get some of these to show my boss, and if you want the other $800 it’s a requirement.” she still looked worried but did as asked. I turned from her going through a bag before I came back, shooting her through the bars with the taser I had pulled from the bag.

She fell to the floor, twitching uncontrollably and pissing herself… It was pathetic.

Now the real work began though. I took a syringe from the bag, injecting her with a simple drug to keep her asleep while I worked. Based on the reviews online on petmed it didn’t affect the meat of food stock and helped to create a more humane slaughter and a softer more tender meat.

Dragging her out of the cage I got to work, putting an enema bag with a saline solution up her bag I let it drain into her, watching her stomach expand as I worked on shaving the limp doll like body of all it’s hair. Not missing any strand. Even removing her eyelashes and eyebrows as well as the long brown hair on top of her head. When that was done I pulled the enema needle from her ass, knowing she had already pissed made this step easier. I pushed on her stomach, pushing out all the salt water and shit onto the concrete floor. Then, I hosed her off. Using a stone and soap I exfoliated all the top layer of skin off leaving her smooth, shiny, and pink.

Now was the real hard part, dragging all that dead weight upstairs. Master had purchased a special pan for roasting women like this, and a spit. He totally redid our kitchen and I feel that with the work that went into it I wanted to surprise him. So I took the spit off of the open faced stone oven and used metal wire to tie her wrists, neck, ankles, hips, and chest to the spike before I began preparing her.

I put an apple in her mouth, securing it with another wire around her head to hold the apple gag in place. Then I took spices, pineapple, soy and sesame oil, onions, and celery and stuffed her pussy full until no more would fit inside of her. Then did the same with her ass. Making sure she was fully stuffed of all these yummy things before I prepared her skin.

Taking a sharp paring knife I scored her skin. Making her covered in long X’s that would cook her skin into a rind while allowing the extra fat to drip off and leaving her meat moist and tender.

Cleaning up the blood as best as I could before I took the seasoned oil we’d prepared with basil, garlic, oregano and a few other choice things covering her from head to toe with this oil.

She was starting to wake up, and I could hear the door close as Master came in. He grinned widely even as she began to cry, scream, and realize every cut was burning with oil and salt.

“Master… Will you help me put her over the fire?” I asked, my cheeks flushing at his pleasure. He was more than happy to help me and we watched together as she spun over and over, the fire licking at her flesh. Curling her skin. And eventually she stopped struggling and I have to admit… She didn’t smell half bad.Snuff Phone Sex