Category: Humiliation Phone Sex

Guided Masturbation makes me a public slut

guided masturbationGuided masturbation always intrigued me, but I cannot believe he convinced me to do this… Sitting in the restaurant waiting for the appetizers, I can’t help but squirm…

Who can blame me? I have a vibrator in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass! He must’ve noticed me squirm a little bit, because he smirks and grabs his phone.

I brace for the vibration, but there’s nothing…the vibrator turns off and I look up at him expectantly. He laughs loudly, exclaiming “oh my god you should see your face!” I blush as the other patrons turn to look at me.

Making eye contact with our server, I moan abruptly and look down, embarrassed and flustered as the vibrator shakes my pussy at full blast. “Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I think to myself as I look back at my boyfriend.

Smiling and gesturing the flustered waiter over, he asks for some refills. God, I can’t even look at him now… Just as he grabs my glass, we lock eyes–and the vibrator stirs even faster now.

I whimper and bite my lip, finishing in my panties quietly and squirming back and forth. My boyfriend laughs to himself, turning it off and petting my leg under the table. He leans forward to whisper to me, “good girl.” I shudder in anticipation of my “reward” later, as I can’t wait for him to fill me up properly. Thinking about feeling him fuck me in the ass and filling me with his cum has me even more red and wet.

He palms my pussy under the table and I pretend to drop something from my purse. As I lean down and look underneath the table, I blush due to the massive boner in front of me. I wish I could get on my knees and suck his cock right now, but god, I’m already so embarrassed…I guess guided masturbation IS a kink of mine!

Dominatrix Phone Sex Calls Leave Your Balls Full and Your Wallet Empty

dominatrix phone sexI love dominatrix phone sex calls. As a sexy switch, I tell guys the size of their dick depends on what they get. Although I do enjoy hair pulling, name calling, ass slapping, and things like that, I would never let a man with a tiny dick to any of that. And I would never let a man with a tiny dick fuck me either. Girls need standards.

I did something last night at the club that I hate to do. I got a tiny dick loser banned from the club. It goes against my desire to make money to ban guys from the club. If they get banned, they don’t spend money on pretty ladies anymore. But not only did this guy act like he had a big cock, but he also pretended he had money. In my circles, we call that a Splenda daddy. And for those of you who don’t get that reference, it’s a knock off sugar daddy. A pretend sugar daddy. GFE phone sex babes can spot a knock off a mile away.

This man booked the VIP room using three different cards so that gave it away, that he was broke ass loser. Now, he booked the VIP room with one of my newer girls. A young hot coed, dancing herself through college. We’ve experienced trouble with this man in the club before. But one way or another we managed to milk him dry. But this girl pushed the panic button, so I went into the room with our big black bouncer to rescue her.

Splenda Daddies are Knockoff Sugar Daddies Pretending They Deserve a Hot Babe

And I found him on top of my coed trying to force her to suck his little dick. Now I’m not saying that oral sex and fucking never occurs in the VIP room because it always occurs for the right price and the right cock. But this guy felt that because he paid for the VIP room that guaranteed him a blow job. Not all women at the club will accept money in exchange for sexual favors. We train young girls to say no to such offers because they don’t know how to spot an undercover cop yet.

This loser’s cock looked smaller than my pinky. I pulled him off her and I kicked him in the balls. My bouncer could’ve done it, but I wanted to put this loser in his place myself. He needed a woman to take him down because clearly, he thinks he owns all women. And I told him that with his tiny wallet and cock he lacks the means to own any woman. Plus, I further explained that any woman in this club appeared well out of his league.

I Teach All Strippers to Milk the Wallets of Splenda Daddies But Never Fuck Them

Not only did I emasculate this loser, but I also gave him a healthy dose of CBT phone sex. Trampled his cock, kicked him in the balls and I even bitch slapped him a few times. And my big black bouncer just watched and laughed. I did let the bouncer drag him out of the club and toss him in the dumpster outback where he belongs. And we let him know he got himself banned from the club forever.

We deal with tiny dick losers every day in the club. But most of them know that they sport tiny dicks and mind their manners. They just want a chance to look at the lovely ladies out of their league and give them some money. But there’s nothing worse than a tiny dick loser who doesn’t realize he’s a tiny dick loser.

Rim Jobs Phone Sex is Made Better With Cum in My Ass

rim jobs phone sexRim jobs phone sex is never lost on a black cock whore. Now don’t misunderstand me. Although I do love my big black cocks, I’m not submissive to a black man. In fact, I’m not submissive to anyone. I will eat a man’s ass if he wants, but he cannot humiliate me for it or force my head down. In fact, I prefer to make men eat my fine ass. I use it as a form of control.

Take my husband for example. He’s my submissive, cuckold husband. Part of his duties as my husband and slave include cleanup detail. So, if I’ve spent the day fucking big black cock, he needs to clean out my holes. And yesterday we watched the Super Bowl together. But before kickoff, I enjoyed the company of four hung black studs.

And each one of them deposited a huge load of cum in my pussy and ass. I suck those cocks, but unless they’re present with my husband, I prefer them to cum in my pussy or ass. That way I can feed my cuckolding phone sex husband a treat. By the time the game started I decided my husband required some appetizers. So, I bent over in front of him, spread my ass and told him to dig for gold.

While Bad Bunny Performed My Husband Ate My Creampie Asshole

It felt like my husband French kissed my asshole. Once I felt his tongue plunge deep inside of me, I started fingering my equally wet pussy. I stuck three fingers in my pussy to plug it up. Used my fingers like a tampon so that cum would not leak out before my husband had a chance to come around to the other side.

For the most part, the game bored me. Not a very high scoring Super Bowl game. Not a lot of field action. The highlight for me would be the Super Bowl halftime show and all the commercials. When Bad Bunny performed, I told my husband to eat my sloppy pussy. I sat on the coffee table in front of the big screen TV spread my legs so my husband could kneel between them.

And I started gyrating to the music. Bad Bunny is a fine-looking brown man. Although I do prefer big black cock, I’ve certainly enjoyed my share of big brown cock too. My husband cleaned up all the cum from my pussy and ass by the time the boring game concluded. So, he ate me out for almost 3 solid hours. Makes him the best cum slut phone sex slave in my life.

But don’t worry. I always make room for new cum sluts and creampie lovers. And I always need new cunt and ass worshipers because I’m always letting black men fuck me.

Financial domination phone sex & wallet draining turns me on

Financial domination phone sex

Financial domination phone sex is so fucking hot, I can’t help but soak my panties when I get a call asking to drain their wallet and cock.

“What on earth is so sexy about losing money?” I used to think, but God, the power and pure horniness I feel when a guy sluts out his fat wallet and pathetic dick like I own it is unmatched. I get so turned on and wet thinking about a guy’s bank account draining into oblivion while I do nothing but humiliate and tease him.

Forcing men to hand over their cash and yank their pathetic cocks to me makes me feel like the most powerful mistress in the world. Mommy loves when these dumb pay-pigs fork up all their precious earnings over to her at the end of the week.

Raking in cash from stupid cash-cows and making them cum over and over in the process is my favorite fetish of all.

If you wanna get your balls and your wallet drained, I’m your mistress!

Toilet Slave Phone Sex I Do, But Piggies Need to Pay Up for the Pleasure

toilet slave phone sexUnfortunately, in the past, I did experience toilet slave phone sex as the toilet slave. However, now I get to experience it from a much different perspective. As a switch, I now dominate men too. And I do my best to avoid anyone who wants to piss on me. But over the weekend I went to the club. The club remained closed for eight days because of the weather.

The club needed help. And I knew I could help. Surprise, the club looked packed. Eight days is a long time to go without looking at pussy for some of these guys. We do get quite a few lonely hearts at the club. Some men, I feel badly for milking. But most guys know what happens in the club is not reality. We stroke egos so we can drain wallets. It’s an exchange.

However, we all get our lovelorn stalkers. But mostly we experience men who know the women in the club work for tips. And on Saturday night I met a new guy. Cliff. An out-of-town businessman. He looked so sophisticated and married. I could see the ring on his finger. He approached me with an offer. This man did not want me to blow him, give him a hand job or even fuck him in the VIP room. But he did want this GFE Phone sex babe to piss on him.

Money Talks. You Want to Be My Toilet Slave? Pay Up Piggie.

Dammit. Not that I mind pissing on a toilet slave for money. I just didn’t see this coming. A sexy older man did not want to fuck me. He wanted humiliation. But once he pulled his pants down in the VIP room, I understood why. This man stood over 6 feet tall, but his cock appeared closer to 3 inches. How sad for him. How sad for women.

But I got the sense that this man understood he didn’t measure up. No stripper would want to fuck him for any amount of money. Mostly true. I know I wouldn’t. First, I pissed on his cock and balls, slapping his tiny dick and laughing. This poor man appeared to be all potatoes with no meat. He offered me a few extra thousand dollars to piss right on his face. So, I did it. I squatted my superior pussy and ass right over this loser’s face and forced him to drink my pee.

Then I used his face as human toilet paper. I made him lick me up and down to ensure he got every drop. This man bought the VIP room for two hours. And I chugged lemonade out of one of those power water jugs so I could supply him with an endless amount of urine. Usually, I send guys home from the VIP room smelling like my pussy. I turn them into glazed doughnuts, not a toilet. But money talks.

This phone sex babe won’t do anything for money. But that’s because I do possess some standards. However, I’m not too proud to ignore an offer to turn a man into my toilet slave. I find it fun and often profitable. Do you want to be my potty slave?

Party Girls Phone Sex is For The Best Pussy

Party Girls Phone Sex is a good time. And that best pussy I flaunt about is about that tight pink pussy. Obviously I am talking about little girl pussy, and mommy pussy. The best pussy is tight pussy. And this tight pussy is wet, pink and delicious.

First off let me tell you the back story. That story is one that’s off the charts for some. But it’s a total true story. It’s about how much cock I enjoyed in my younger days and even had made my way off with mama’s drug dealers and taking that money for my own.

Then I got knocked up. And I was a young thing barefoot and preggos. But that made me love to be a party freak even more. Truth is I would fuck men even while breastfeeding. What’s ever so hotter is them cumming in that little tit sucking mouth.

Obviously it makes my daughter and myself filthy little cum sluts. And I bet you want at some of this kinky hotness as well!

Party Girls Phone Sex

Cock Worshiping Phone Sex Requires a Cock I Find Worthy

cock worshiping phone sexI love cock worshiping phone sex. But I’m not worshiping a small dick. Although I understand you pay for a service, I am not the woman you call unless you’re into small dick humiliation. I don’t just suck any cock. Look at this black beauty in my mouth. That’s what I will worship. And if you cannot compare, do not think that I’m going to suck on your fucking shrimp dick because you paid for a call.

I don’t owe you a thing. And I don’t know you. I love my husband very much, but I don’t even suck his tiny little dick. I do not believe in blowing smoke in a man’s ass. So, if you’ve got a small dick and you don’t realize it yet, you will realize it after a call with me.

Max called me last night and bragged about his 5-inch cock. Sure, that appears to be bigger than my husband ‘s cock but not worthy enough for me to suck or even touch. 5-inches? Really that’s what you want to brag about? Men need to understand not all cocks get created equally. And women know that. Internet porn let’s women know they shouldn’t settle for a small cock. Although I did marry a man with a tiny dick, I did not settle because I still get all the black cock I want. My husband knows he does not measure up.

Men, You Live in Denial If You Believe a 5-inch Cock is Big

The stupidity of men never ceases to amaze me. If you don’t want small cock humiliation phone sex, then lie to me. Tell me you have an 8-inch cock or a 9-inch cock. But don’t tell me you have a 5-inch dick and act like I should feel lucky to worship it. I consider that kind of thinking as living in the land of denial.

I am not some traditional wife. I’m a cuckolding wife. So, Max got a much different call than he wanted. But I gave him the option. I told him we did not need to go through with the call. Or he could make the call, but it would be a slightly different call.

Surprisingly, he decided to try it out. And I turned him into one of my many phone cuckolds. And I let him get a taste for what life married to a woman who does not blow smoke up his ass might appear like. He tried to tell me his wife loves his 5-inch cock. So, I asked him a few questions to determine if she really did love his cock. I guess you could say I burst his bubble about the state of his marriage. No doubt he now realizes how unhappy and unsatisfied his wife appears to be with his pathetically average dick.

I Help Men Realize They Have Unhappy Wives

He needed that reminder. And he needed to understand how happy she could be with a black cock. In fact, his wife getting some black dick on the side might save his marriage. Because as women get older their sexual satisfaction matters more.

So, I gave Max a taste of what it might be like to be married to a black cock phone sex whore. And I opened his eyes to his wife’s sexual displeasure. Although I doubt, he will bring her a big black cock for Valentine’s Day, I think Max at least will start eating her pussy and letting her use big dildos in the bedroom. As he should.

Men do not stand in the way of your wife’s sexual happiness. A happy wife equals a happy marriage. Get your head out of the sand and stop living in the dark ages. And don’t let your ego stand in the way of your wife’s sexual pleasure. Let me make your marriage solid.

Financial Domination Phone Sex of Mika Demanding Currency

Financial Domination Phone Sex

Power isn’t something I ask for. It’s something I take the moment you dial my number. I don’t waste time pretending this is equal, because it isn’t. Financial Domination Phone Sex is where you come to surrender control, to feel small, directed, and completely owned by my voice. From the first second, you know who’s in charge, and it isn’t you.

I speak forcefully, deliberately, demanding because I want you listening to everything I tell you to do. Every word is an instruction, every pause a reminder that you’re waiting on me. I don’t chase attention… I command it. You don’t get to interrupt, question, or rush me. You follow, because following feels right when I’m leading.

I decide how this goes. I decide when you speak, when you listen, and when you prove your obedience. I don’t need to raise my voice to dominate; my confidence does the work for me. You feel it in your chest when I tell you what I expect. You feel it when you comply without hesitation, as I collect your money with a sneaky grin on my face.

This isn’t about generosity. It’s about control, discipline, and devotion. Every action you take for me reinforces where you stand and where I stand above you. You crave the approval, the acknowledgment, the moment I let you know you’ve done exactly what I wanted. That craving keeps you hooked long after the call ends.

I don’t reassure. I evaluate. I reward obedience and ignore hesitation. When you please me, I let you feel it. When you don’t, I let silence do the talking. You learn quickly that my attention is earned, not given. That lesson sinks deep, and you carry it with you everywhere.

You think about my voice during your day, about my expectations, about whether you’ll impress me the next time we speak. That’s control working exactly as intended. I don’t need to chase you… you come back on your own, ready to submit again.

By the time the call ends, you’re steady, focused, and deeply aware of your place. You’ve given over control willingly, because it feels powerful to let someone else hold it. I don’t promise softness. I promise structure, authority, and a presence you won’t forget.

Hearing you plead and begging me not to drain your pockets dry, is music to my ears. So when you’re ready to obey again, you’ll know exactly who to call.

Small Cock Humiliation Phone Sex is What White Boys Receive

small cock humiliation phone sexSmall cock humiliation phone sex excites me. I love shaming little dicks, but what I love most is shaming little dicks attached to men who believe their dicks are just what I need. At least my husband knew I would never need a 3-inch cock. That’s why I married him. Not for the small cock, but for his acceptance of his small cock. I knew back then he would make the perfect cuckold husband.

He gained what I would call a frenemy last year. A man who he sometimes works with on projects in the city. And this guy always hits on me. But I’m pretty good at sizing men up. So, I doubted he could provide a dick worthy of me. But he whipped his cock out while in our home in front of my husband. Of course, I thought to myself he could have a cock bigger than my husband since my husband only sports a 3-inch dick. However, this asshole appeared even smaller than my husband. Like a frightened turtle hiding in its shell.

My husband knows he married a phone sex size queen. So, he never stood in the way of my happiness. And I think a husband should always act like that. If you can’t please your wife sexually, don’t expect her to suck it up. You suck it up, and step aside so the real men can fuck her. Really, it’s that simple.

However, this loser would not take no for an answer. But I’m a dominant woman so I am not letting some tiny dick loser with a big ego think he can fuck me with a disappearing dick. For once my husband turned out to be the bigger man. And never in 1 million years did I see that coming.

If My Husband Shows You Up with His 3-Inch Dick, You are Beyond Pathetic

Nothing could motivate me to fuck my husband. Not even this tiny dick loser. However, I could make my man feel big for a day by comparing dick sizes. When my husband gets erect he stands 3 inches tall. Laughable, I know. Perhaps now you know why I prefer the company of big black cocks. But I just wanted to knock this asshole off his pedestal. And let me tell you being shown up by a 3-inch dick, can get any man off his pedestal.

My husband smiled bigger than I’ve seen him smile in ages. It felt good to toss him a small bone. With a side-by-side comparison, my husband for the first time in his life felt like the bigger man. I doubt this loser will ever want to work with my husband on a project again because I humiliated him. Showed him that a man with a 3-inch dick appears to be the better man.

So, after we got rid of the loser, I invited a black lover over to fuck me in front of my husband. Now you might think that I just knocked my husband off his pedestal. My husband ‘s never been on a pedestal. He’s a great man and I love him. But I will never fuck him. He knows that. I know that. And our relationship works.

We both saw this as his prize for showing up that egotistical small dick loser. He got to watch his black cock phone sex slut wife ride a big black bull. And then he got to clean the mess up between my legs as his true reward. I love small dick humiliation. So don’t think you have what I need if you can’t measure up to a big black cock.

Shemale Phone Sex Mika Teases You With Her Huge Monster BBC

Shemale Phone SexYou open the door already tense, already curious, already pretending this is casual. I step inside, shut it behind me, and tell you to relax without asking. Shemale Phone Sex isn’t a fantasy right now, it’s the confidence in my voice. I look around your place like I own the moment and you feel it immediately.

“Sit,” I say, calm and firm, not loud, just certain. You do, because you invited me here for exactly this energy. I move slow on purpose, hips swaying, eyes locked on yours while I talk. I tell you what I expect, how I like attention, how I like obedience. Not rushed, not sloppy, just focused. I remind you that your wife won’t know, but you will.

That’s the part that makes your breathing change. I step closer and tilt your chin up with two fingers, bossy and unbothered. I tell you to look at me when I’m speaking. I like how fast you listen. I tease you about being curious for so long, about pretending you didn’t plan this. My tone stays playful but commanding, sweet with an edge. 

I tell you where to put your hands and where not to. You hesitate once, so I smile and repeat myself slower. I don’t need to raise my voice to be in control. I let the tension stretch, watching you react to being guided so easily. I talk about wanting and talking without spelling everything out. You fill in the gaps better than I ever could. That’s why I stay in charge, slow, steady, deliberate.

I move you where I want you, confident you’ll follow. There’s nothing rushed about this, just pressure building naturally. I like being the one you answer to in this room. I remind you that you chose this, that you wanted me here. By the time I step back, you’re fully aware who’s in control. I don’t apologize for it, and you don’t ask me to.

I let the moment sit heavy and heated between us, as you quickly gobble every inch of my BBC down your tiny throat. When I finally speak again, it’s a promise without words. You’ll remember exactly how easily you gave in. That’s what makes this deliciously dangerous. I straighten, smooth myself, and tell you to behave when I’m gone. The look on your face tells me you won’t. I leave you standing there, quiet, shaken, and wanting more. 

That’s exactly how I like you. Later, when the house settles, you’ll replay my voice and my rules. You won’t call it temptation, but you won’t forget it either. I stay with you as a memory that listens when you misbehave. Next time will be easier, because you already know how to obey. And I always remember who invites me in. Secrets like this don’t fade, they wait patiently inside.