Category: Exhibitionist Phone Sex

Exhibitionist Phone Sex with Cassandra: Naughty Slave

One of my Masters likes my body in perfect shape so he insists I work out regularly. He hired me a private tennis instructor. I have always liked the idea of tennis: nice rackets and hard balls and all. Now, I know I am not suppose to fuck without permission, but have you seen my instructor? Holy crap that guy is not only buff, but hung well too. It was really hard to concentrate on my swing when I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. Finally, I turned around and lied. I informed him my husband arranged this lesson because he wants me to fuck other guys since he knows he can’t satisfy me sexually. I took a big risk saying that because if my Master and him are pals, he will tell on me. Tell my Master what a lying disloyal little whore I was being today.

He didn’t seem pissed at me or upset at all. Actually the opposite. He said I was the finest piece of ass he had seen on his court in a long time. Then he forcefully turned me around, lifted up my skirt and ripped my panties off. Right there on the court, in front of other instructors and students.  I leaned over the net and tried to spread my legs far so he could see my pretty shaved cunt. He buried his face between my ass cheeks and drilled my ass with his tongue and my pussy with three fingers. I didn’t care that people were staring. I didn’t care that if my Master finds out I will endure an awful beating. This sweet, hot worshipping of my cunt and ass was long overdue.

My pussy has not had a loving tongue in a while so it took no time to cum on his face and fingers. I then turned around and suck his long thick shaft so good you would have thought my name was Hoover. People were still watching and a few were masturbating which made it all the more hot for me.  Once his cock was nice and swollen he bent me over the bleachers and pounded my pussy. He held on to my big tittes as he rammed my pussy full of his big thick sausage. I had multiple orgasms. I let him cum in me too like a naughty whore. If Master inspects my pussy when I come home and can see or smell any trace of cum in me, I will be flogged and severely beaten. But I don’t care. It felt so good to get fucked like that, especially knowing people were watching and enjoying themselves.

It’s a private club anyway, so doubt the word will get back to Master that his slave was a dirty cheating cum dump whore today. I sure hope not because I want more of my instructor’s cock. I need to cum like that more often. Until our next session though, at least I have a pic of him I can secretly rub one out too. You won’t tell Master I was a no good cheating whore will you?

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!

For Rent

My best friend is subleasing his apartment, and he asked me to keep tabs on who looked at it since he had to go visit his aunt.  I knew there wasn’t a television or anything in there, so I packed my bag with goodies…books, puzzles, music, and sex toys.  I thought that would be enough to keep me entertained for the afternoon.

And, soon enough, I was bored with the puzzles and whatnot; so, I pulled out the new glass dong that I had bought just the other day.  I admired it for several minutes, tilting it up in the light.  Then, I started licking it, becoming more turned on.  A devilish smile spread across my face as I looked at the large open blinds.  I got on the carpet and scooted to the window.  I wondered if anyone could see my pussy as I lifted my skirt.  It wouldn’t matter because these people would never see me again, I thought.  I started pumping my cunt with that sweet, slick, and cold dick; my clit jutted upwards up every time someone walked by in the parking lot.  I began taunting them, telling them that they were stupid fuckers and they wanted my pussy. 

I was so engrossed in my fantasy that I didn’t hear the door open.  A guy cleared his throat and I swiveled on my butt, giving myself carpet burn, to see a young guy and his girlfriend.  Shit!  I hadn’t locked the door!  I stood up, the dildo still in my hand, and pulled down my skirt.  I wasn’t sure what to say, but the girlfriend walked up to me, curious about the toy that I held in my hand.  Instead of taking it from me, she bent down and began sucking on glass cock.  Then, she pushed me onto the couch and began licking my pussy like a delicious treat.  I leaned back and watched her flick my clit in her mouth; then, she edged the toy back inside of me while darting her tongue on both my clit and the toy.  The boyfriend was watching, stroking his cock, and grunting, “That’s right.  Fuck my girlfriend.  The dirty whore.”  And, I fucking did!

Sex Toy Phone Sex with Vinny: Garden Gnome Gangbang

I’m at the beach all week, which I love because I can show off my hot body. Most coeds don’t even have a rock hard body like mine. Getting cock with tits and a body like mine is not hard. Well, so I thought. Today has not been my day to score dick. I don’t handle rejection well so I decided it would be a day about  me. Sunning my hot body and reading.  I had my Kindle with me so I searched for books under the erotica section. If I couldn’t get laid, well, I could read about it. In the suggested reading list, something caught my eye, “Garden Gnome Gang Bang.”  The tagline read:  “When Vinny decides to add a little whimsical flavor to her backyard with a trio of garden gnomes, she never suspects what’s in store. When the sun goes down, Vinny discovers her new lawn ornaments are ready to get busy, and they know how to use those pointy red hats to please a woman!” Well, that literally screamed my name. Now, mind you, I suffer from a rare disorder called gnomaphobia. Yes, you guessed correctly, it is the irrational fear of garden gnomes. I think they are creepy little soul stealing mother fuckers. But this book being suggested, sounded like a sign that I needed to put on my big girl panties and get over this silly fear. So I downloaded the book.

I’m there on the beach, reading garden gnome porn, thinking to myself, perhaps I have been looking at them all wrong. Perhaps they are not instruments of evil, but instruments of pleasure. I sat there and read the entire book in a couple hours. I was actually horny as fuck afterwards too. My pussy was dripping wet from gnome erotica. Sooo embarrassing to admit. I went back to my motel room and masturbated; but I could not get the image of fucking those gnomes with those pointy hats outta my head. So, I put a cover up on, marched down to Walgreens, and bought a trio of garden gnomes and a box of condoms. The lady behind the counter gave me a weird look. Like what the hell is a middle aged woman in beach wear doing buying 3 gnomes and condoms. I felt like a pervert, but I wanted to try this out, but thought somehow condoms over those pointy  hats might be more sanitary? Not sure what I was worried about, when I was younger, I crammed all sorts of things in my cunt. I’d fuck anything I was so horny. Guess nothing has changed as I was about to turn a garden gnome into a sex toy.

I’m back in my motel bed, naked on the bed. Decide to ease myself into this. I start to rub my clit while they watch. I get lost for a moment, start cumming hard, then I just grab one of them and start slowly working that pointy hat into my pussy. I have had many massive black cocks, certainly I could take a garden gnome. I had it inserted pretty good and was sliding up and down it and it felt good.  I guess I got so lost in my head fucking that garden gnome I failed to hear housekeeping come in. I look up an a maid is looking at me in horror. Shear horror. Like I was some circus freak or something. I tried to get up real fast, fell off the bed, landed in the crotch of another gnome. She ran out and I chased her, naked, down the long stretch of the motel yelling “I’m not a freak, I’m just horny.”  Well, I guess some folks heard me, came out to see what was going on. Decided to slink back to my room in shame.

Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on my door, there was a black god in his swim trunks. He looked at me and said I hear you are horny. He asked if big black cock did it for me and said he could  wear a red pointy hat if it helped? I guess the maid shared my secret. We had a good laugh and of course I invited him to fuck me. That gnome wasn’t bad, but a red pointy hat ain’t got nothing on a huge black cock. Finally, I got my cock. Sometimes you just have to fuck a few gnomes along the way first.

Books can’t teach you this Part 2

   Here I am. Backed up against a bookshelf in a public library with a mans hand working me into a stupor. He was smirking at me, just watching every little reaction on my face as his skilled fingers worked themselves into my dripping core. I tipped my head back and allowed the please to overtake me. The fact that this was happening in such a public place only heightened the intense pleasure I was feeling. Suddenly, Vince’s magic fingers were gone, leaving my dripping cunt feeling empty. He leaned down and hissed into my ear that if I wanted to cum, I would need to prove I was worthy of it.

   Vince gently yet firmly placed his hand on the top of my head and pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him, my face directly in front of the bulge in his pants. He looked down at me with a pleased expression and told me that I should keep my hands behind my back if I wanted to feel that sweet, sweet release. He unzipped his pants and drew his massive cock out. He smirked and pressed the tip of it right to my lips and gave me a simple command. Suck. I needed to do a good job if I wanted to him to let me cum too…

Fucking Machine

Every so often, I’ll look at the classifieds.  My most recent focus was to find an entertainment system to replace the one that got distroyed during a party last weekend.  Well, I found the perfect one that I wanted; it matched and everything.  The only problem was that I needed a couple of extra hundred dollars.  I kept looking through the classifieds and was struck by one entry in particular: “Nice burbs couple looking for 1 healthy young girl for 1 hour. Pays $500.  Discretion req’d.”  I talked to the husband on the phone, and it seemed safe enough…plus, he sounded very friendly.

When I arrived, he and his wife were waiting behind the door.  They looked like any normal couple and were in their early 40s, I guessed.  They brought me into the living room and showed me a contraption…it was a huge machine, about five-feet long, with a dildo on the end of it!  I was shocked.  The man explained that he had bought the contraption for his wife, but she was afraid to use it.  And, that’s where I came in: he was going to experiment with the machine on me while the wife watched!  I blinked in shock; but, I was kind of getting excited! 

I sat on their nice, white sofa after de-robing; and, watched as the husband put a condom on the dildo…then lube.  I smiled at him, although I was a little self-conscious about being totally naked in front of strangers.  I tried to position my body so that the dildo was aimed at my crotch.  I crunched my toes into the couch and prepared myself; the machine did look a little scary, but I knew my pussy was getting wet after staring at it. 

He started it up; and it moved really gently inside of me.  Then, he asked if he could speed it up; I nodded.  It started ramming me until it was at full speed.  I was breathless because of the pounding!  I continued to squirt, my juices shooting over the coffee table.  And the wife, her arms previously crossed, was becoming enthralled.  I leaned my head back and came so many times that I felt like my body wasn’t my own!

My pussy, sore and throbbing, still wanted more; but, the husband stopped the machine.  I could tell the couple was ready to experiment on their own.  But, hey, I was paid a lot to be fucked…and, really well, too!

Exhibitionist Phone Sex with Cassandra:

  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!

 

Leg Fetish Phone Sex with Vinny

After my first divorce, I was dating this black guy who was a body builder. He was obsessed with legs. He liked his women to have really fit and toned legs. Well, I was obsessed with his big beautiful black cock. It was seriously a monster cock, 12.5 inches. I started going to the gym with him and doing whatever I could to get in the kind of shape necessary to keep his attention. I started following the work out and diet plan of this hot female body builder Cori Everson. She had killer legs and a rock hard body and still looked feminine. Well, next thing you know I am competing in amateur female body building shows. Obviously, I will do anything for big black cock!

The BBC that got me into bodybuilding got so turned on before a competition, we started fucking back stage. Folks were all around us too. You’d be surprised to know what goes on back stage at those events. He was caressing my firm tight legs and kissing up and down them. Next thing I know, he has his monster cock out and is laying on a workout bench. He hoists me up and sets me on his lap so I can position his cock between  my thighs. I begin squeezing that huge ass cock and in a matter of minutes he has a huge explosion all over my strong smooth thighs and I feel his hot sticky goo running down my legs. He could fill a bucket with his cum loads.  Time had escaped me, and I heard my name being called. No time to clean up so I just used his jizz to oil my body up. I rubbed his cum all over me to give my muscles that glisten for posing on stage. Sure enough, I placed that competition. 

That show, I remember like it was yesterday, because it started me on my obsession with cum and public fucking. I have long since given up body building; but I will never give up my love for cum baths and an audience watching me get my freak on. And of course, I will never give up my love for big black cock!

Free as a Butterfly: Exhibitionist Phone Sex with Vinny

Ever since I was younger, I have been an exhibitionist. I’d run around naked as a wee lass and always resist any attempts to put clothes on me.  I felt like clothes were constraints. I still feel that way. We are born naked, so naked is our natural state. I love nude beaches. I love public sex and getting naked in places I might get caught. I even enjoy flashing unsuspecting folks. I have a great body and I don’t mind showing it off.  Plus, I think too many people are uptight about sex and human sexuality. The body in its natural form is a beautiful work of art. Our bodies are like butterflies. They blossom as they mature, get more beautiful with age. And we should be free with our bodies like the butterfly. Free to show it off, free to do what feels good, free from all societal constraints, free from judgment…

I am at the beach this week, and although I do visit the nude beach to cock hunt, I love walking up and down the boardwalk flashing people. Sometimes I am just nude under a little jacket or sometimes I am walking around amongst groups of folks of all ages in the tiniest of swimsuits. One that leaves little to the imagination.  Early this morning, I found myself sitting on a park bench overlooking the beautiful ocean. I had just a swim suit cover up on. I got lost in the beauty that surrounded me, and the cover up fell open revealing my hot body. I have toned skin, ample and firm breasts,  in shape legs, and a sweet, smooth pussy. I’m a mature momma, but I look good. I let several passersby stop and gaze at my beauty; some even snapped a picture.

At one point I found myself feeling so free, I rubbed my clit. Right there on the boardwalk.  It wasn’t high traffic time, but there were plenty of early morning joggers who got a hot show! Do you like to masturbate where you might get caught? Enjoy the thought of random folks gazing at your  beautiful naked body? I’m gonna hang out at the beach longer in hopes that I will catch the eye of a well hung stud to fuck. Maybe we will decide to be free as butterflies, and fuck right there on that public bench. Maybe it will be you?

 

Hot phonesex and extreme sports

My friend won a trip to the “Great Down Under” and I was lucky that she decided I should accompany her. On the plane, she had read an article about crocodile bungee-jumping and she told me that she really wanted to see it; I laughed at the excitement in her eyes and told her only a fool would jump in crocodile-infested water. “But we’re not doing it, Lacey. We’re just gonna watch some hunks do it!” she said in her excited voice.

And, she didn’t forget about it; that was one of our first outings after we got settled. The water was murky and we stood on top of a ledge. The jumpers were congregated together, wishing each other luck in their sexy accents. Maybe this experience wouldn’t be too bad, I thought. A couple of them winked at me as they filed in line. We must have looked like doughy-eyed tourists because one particular attractive jumper told me in passing, “If I make it out alive, love, I wanna grab a cold one with you.” “This is so hot!” my friend exclaimed. And, I was beginning to agree with her.

When the attractive native jumped, I felt my heart race. The crocks had begun to get a little agitated at all the flopping into the water. But, he ended up being safe and returned to me. He told me about “death rolls” and all kinds of stuff. After a few stouts, I was feeling even hornier and leaned into him and gave him my bedroom eyes. He smirked and nodded toward the brush. I followed him behind one of the trailers that was set-up for the jumpers; he lifted me like I weighed nothing and slammed me against the wall. I was so turned on that I didn’t care if I was making noise or not; besides, I assumed that everyone was still at the cliff.

He pumped inside of me, my cunt swallowing every inch of his manhood. I bit his shoulder and he laughed, “You’re a little crock, aren’t ya?” He fucked me harder and demanded that I confess to being “a crock.” I screamed it out, begged for him to fuck me. And, when we came, he smirked and looked up. There in the small windows of the trailer were his fellow sportsmen…watching the entire thing!