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Lock Up This Wet Bald Pussy

wet bald pussy dixie1“Get your motor running, Head out on the highway, Looking for adventure, And whatever comes my way….” The open road in front of me,wind in my hair. I can feel the vibration from the music blaring load, running through my body. I was “Born To Be Wild”  for sure! Peddle to the mettle, nothing can stop me. The rush of freedom on the open road, my fingers knuckle deep in my throbbing bald wet pussy, living life on the edge. It’s the perfect way to start my day! Did I say nothing can stop me? Except the flashing blue and red lights in my rear view mirror…..Fuck where did he come from? Turning down the music, pulling my soaked fingers out of my cunt and sliding them between my lips, I roll down the window and prepare myself for the speeding ticket that is heading my way.

I watch in my side mirror as he approaches the car, his hand on his night stick. I notice that he isn’t bad looking, all though most men in uniform turn me on. I can feel my cunt quivering between my legs and the juices are starting to flow again. Resisting the urge to slide my fingers back into my wet bald pussy, I roll my window down.

“Morning Officer”

“License and registration please” wet bald pussy dixie2

Here we go….Handing him the information he requested. I get the familiar “Do you know why I pulled you over?”  Biting my lip I keep from saying “You were happy to see me?”

I can’t help but notice the handsome chisel to his jaw and the biceps of his arms straining against the material of his uniform. My wet pussy is in over load and begging for my touch. When he walks back to his car I can’t help but slide my fingers back into my soft wet folds. Closing my eyes I give my cunt what it needs. Lost in the feelings I wasn’t paying attention and the next thing I know I feel him staring at me. Opening my eyes I see him standing there watching me while he rubs his huge, hard cock.

“Step out of the car miss”

I can barely stand because I am on the edge of  a much needed orgasm. He turns me around and puts the cuffs on me before leading me to his car. wet bald pussy dixie3

Sitting in the back seat I don’t say a word. He drove to the old jail and in we went. Not a soul in sight he put me in a cell and told me to take all my clothes off except my thigh high boots. He pulls his cock out and tells me to finish what I started on the high way.

Fuck this is hot as hell. Fingering my cunt I watch him jerking that huge dick of his and I want it so badly. Just when I don’t think my pussy can get any wetter he has me push my cunt against the bars and he slides that dick in me through them.

Fucking me hard he shoots a huge load into my soaking wet cunt and I finally get to explode.

He tells me to get dressed and he cuffs me again. He leads me out to his car and takes me back to the highway before taking the cuffs off me and letting me go.Wet bald pussy specials

The Secret Life of a Soccer Mom

drugs phone sex submissiveI live in suburbia. I’m a wife, and a mother. I carpool the brats to school; attend PTA meetings; bake cookies; supervise field trips. On the exterior I look like any other hot soccer mom. But I harbor a secret or two. I’m nothing more than a dirty whore. Whore for drugs and a whore for boy cock. I need the drugs to numb me to the dull life as a suburban housewife, and to give me experiences no matter how painful, how degrading, how vile, how dangerous, to remind me I am not trapped in a Stepford Wives movie. I need the boy cock to feel like a woman. My two addictions often get me in trouble.

Yesterday, my need for drugs consumed me. My husband thinks I am a disgrace. He cut me off financially when he found my stash under the bed one day. He was not happy when I blamed him for my addiction. He thinks I’m clean now. I don’t need money to score. I have my body. I’m not afraid to use it to get what I want and need.

drugs phone sex mommy whoreI got in my soccer mom car, drove down to the worst part of town. A woman like me, in that neighborhood, is only there for one thing, and they all know it. A guy approached me immediately, asked what I needed. Today I needed some smack. In order to get some quality smack, I was going to have to get freaky. I was jonesing bad. I was game for anything. He led me to what looked like an abandoned building, but it too harbored a dark secret. It was home to a live sex show operation. Not your romantic  shit nor even stripper type shows, but hardcore stuff like gang bangs, anal torture, forced sex, water sports, extreme BDSM, even furry friend shows. Women were in cages getting fucked like animals while folks who paid a hefty price for admittance, watched and helped decide the direction of the show.  Most of the women were strung out junkies in need of fast money, but there were a few soccer moms like me, even a couple coeds in need of fast cash too.

I was thrown in a cage with two men who went straight for my ass. No introductions, no lubrication, no foreplay. Just shoved me down on the ground and ass fucked me bareback for what seemed like an eternity. Rough anal that left my ass swollen, bloody and gaping open. At one point in the show, both cocks were in my ass at the same time. They were slapping me, gagging me, choking me, violating my ass with their cocks, while onlookers cheered and jacked off. Men would stand on the outside of the cage and cum on my face. It was degrading. No one was concerned with pleasuring me. I was just a cum dump receptacle; a dirty whore; a commodity. I guess, a strung out junkie in need of her next fix.

I felt used and humiliated, but I got my money, and I got my drugs. Drove back to my painfully dull existence in suburbia, shot up between my toes, cleaned myself up and picked up the brats from school. I often wonder what other stay at home moms do during the day. I think you would be surprised how many of us harbor dark, even taboo secrets. Looks can be deceiving.

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Make it Snow

To much snow! Mommy loves the powder! It makes me so warm and tingly! And I don’t mind what I have to sell to get the powder either! My little whores are MADE to get mommy what she needs! It is the only good thing they are good for. The only thing I care about is my needs. Fuck those little sluts! I don’t give a damn what you want them for! As long as I get my stuff. We are all good! Beside when I am banging and feeling good. I like watch the show. Seeing how nasty and hardcore you can get with my dirty sluts. Cum on give me a show. FUCK them hard and heavy! I want see you going balls deep! I want to be shocked by how wide you can stretch them open! So If you got the mean.. I got what you need!

A Night To Remember

Don’t you ever take a minute and wonder what I fantasize about?  So many of my caller’s lust after me but none never ask what I like. Well I want to let you in on a special secret on what I fantasize about.  There is this one hunk I light bondage pornlust for ever night.   A certain task force Captain from the hot TV show Chicago PD.  I wish I could be right with him through his every move.  I’d wear the sluttiest naughty outfit.  I would just lay myself across his desk sticking whatever is handy inside of me.  When he would come in I’d lay back and masturbate to his presence. I would guide his hand to my clit and have him rub it till I came.  I want him to desire my dripping wet pussy and take me out and throw me on his police car and fuck me like a convict. Yeah baby slap those cuffs on me. Fuck me with that night stick. I bet all the men who pass by would get hard watching him treat me like a slut right there in the open.  I’d be his own personal badge bunny. Doesn’t that make you horny? I bet it does.

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REALLY???

I think I finally topped myself this year. I have gotten drunk and woke up in some pretty strange places and some pretty strange circumstances but this one tops them all.

We partied like we always do on New Years Eve. I don’t remember when I stopped remembering what we were doing. At whatever point that was, I must have enjoyed myself because here I sit.

I can tell by the smell I am at the old folks home. I am in the physical therapy room I think. laying on the cold tile floor, naked and alone and surrounded by photographs from the wee hours of the morning.

I don’t really care about getting dressed right away. I can hear all the activity out side the physical therapy room. I would rather wait until lunch time to try and sneak out of here with out being questioned.

So here I sit naked and examining the photographs trying to figure out who the hell I was here with last night and piece together what happened. There are pictures of my huge tits, nipples hard and sticking out as if they had just been sucked. In a couple of the pictures I am tied up and being spanked, my wet bald pussy glistening with cum. And in one picture  his huge cock is visible, the tip of it dripping and the biggest cum shot I have ever seen is covering my ass.

As hard as I am trying I can’t for the life of me remember anything. The pictures aren’t helping.