Category: Humiliation Phone Sex

Ass Worshipping Phone Sex with Sheila: My Ass Smells Like Roses

I have a nice healthy ass worthy of worshipping. Look at it. If you are an ass man, you cannot deny that I have sweet junk in the trunk.  I have a few ass men in my life that love to worship it. One paid me a visit today and he believes I am so fucking hot that my shit smells like roses. What a pathetic loser. But, I let him worship my ass because he pays me handsomely for the pleasure  of my ample backside.  When he arrives, I give him a show. I twerk that ass better than Miley Rae. Then I peel my cheeks apart and  let him motor boat my ass. He can have his nose in my rose bud for hours. He loves the way it smells. He loves burying his face into my luscious ass, feeling my cheeks press against his face.

Then we move to the patio and practice a few different moves. There is the Sandwich. I lay on my stomach  with my ass upwards.  He then proceeds to bury his face in my ass. Now, occasionally, my hubby is around to push his face harder into my ass, almost suffocating him. Then there is the against the wall move, where he sits up against the wall and I back my ass right on up smothering his face.

The next ass worshipping move we practice is the Crab. He  lies on the floor, facing upwards. I  bend backwards, so my feet and hands are on the floor, and stomach is facing the ceiling. It’s a back bend essentially; and then I rub my ass all over his face, smothering him some more. The final move is my favorite. I call it the Prayer. He gets down on his knees and inserts his face into my ass and worships at my fine temple.  After hours of smelling my ass, I order him to jack his cock off on my ass cheeks and lick it off.

Like I said, I have a nice ass worthy of worship. My preference is to fuck, but if some loser wants to pay me $2,000 for a couple hours of licking and worshipping my ass, well I’m not gonna say no. That’s a hell of a lot of shoes. You an ass man? Well, I can always use more ass slaves. I have expensive taste.

Small Dick Humiliation Phone Sex with Brooklyn

Last night I went out clubbing with some of my gal pals. There was this group of guys swarming around us like vultures. They kept telling us they had what we needed. They were investment brokers. All drove BMWs, wore Rolexes and were buying bottles of Cristal and paying with their American Express gold cards. I can see through that kind of over compensating behavior. I married money. I drive a Lexus. I have expensive jewelry. I don’t want for anything. Expect big cock. These guys had hit my ceiling for annoying. I mean if a guy is stupid enough to spend all sorts of money on me and my girlies buying us drinks and shots, well that is his problem. Spending money is not a guarantee of sex.  The only thing that guarantees a guy gets to fuck me, is a big cock. Talking 10 inches of pure hard meat means we going to fuck. 8-9 inches of thick meat is a pretty sure thing, but not a guarantee. Anything under 8 inches, well you ain’t getting shit from me, but giggles.

These dudes were trying to get us to go home with them. So, I chimed in. I explained, if we were going to go home with them, we needed to know they could satisfy us. I instructed then to line up and pull their cocks out from largest to smallest. They thought I was kidding I insisted that if we didn’t see the goods then no fucking. Well, they whipped out their peckers and just as I thought worthless. Biggest one was 5 inches at best. My girlies and I giggled. I thanked them for the drinks and suggested they buy some panties for their little girly pee pees. They looked dumbfounded.

I do not get why guys with small peckers  think they can fuck me? I don’t need anything from a guy but a big hard cock. So let me be clear again, the size of your dick depends on how he play. So if you call me and say you got what I need, you better  be packing serious heat or your pecker doesn’t get near me. Be prepared for laughter and humiliation if you lack what I require.

Drugs Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Party Favors Weekend

You know what a holiday weekend means to me? Party. Party. Party. Friday night, until this morning, I was holed up in my son’s downtown warehouse doing every drug imaginable and fucking my ass off. I invited a few girl friends and we partied with my son and a few of his friends. Coke and pot are my drugs of choice, but this weekend I tasted the rainbow:  ice, hash, Oxycotin, X, shrooms, heroin, Quaaludes…  You name it, I tried it. Fucking is just better high on something. And I did my share of fucking. My son made me do things, disgusting things for my medicine. To get my favorite medicine, my nose candy, I had to let 16 guys gang bang my ass. My ass was not only gaping open, but  oozing with jizz.  For some ice, I had to let the boys pee on me. I am not use to being a human toilet, but I wanted to try ice so bad; plus I am my son’s whore, so whatever sick, depraved thing he wants, I gotta do. Just this weekend, I got rewarded with party favors. For Oxycotin, I had to eat out my one girl friend who was on the rag. I have eaten a lot of pussy before, but never when a chick had her period. Didn’t enjoy it, but the Oxycotin erased the taste in my mouth.

For some hash,  I had to entertain the 4 legged friend who was staying at the warehouse too. Friendly guy, but his big red rocket was nothing I had ever had before and it felt so strange and dirty. My son jacked off good watching me get fucked by man’s best friend. He got off on the humiliation. He took a bit of a reprieve on me for the X. All I had to do for that was take 16 loads of spunk  down my throat and snowball it with my lovely female companions. We guzzled cum like dehydrated soldiers trapped in the desert.  Now, when it came time to try some junk, I was nervous. Never shot up before as needles scare me. My son put a ball gag in my mouth and a huge butt plug in my ass, strapped me down, and shot that junk between my toes while he told his friends to shoot cum over my worthless body. I laid there, strung out for awhile, feeling numb, covered in cum. That was a pretty mind blowing high. Guys were fucking me, and it was like an out of body experience. I was covered in jizz. The next drug I got to try was  mushrooms. That was a trip! I had to lick all the cum off the warehouse floor while on a psychedelic trip. The cum was moving before my eyes too; pretty wild. After over 48 hours of being whored out, used and defiled, I was given some Quaaludes to knock me the fuck out. I passed out on the floor that I had cleaned up with my tongue. I woke up hours later, with even more cum in me and on me. Guess the boys continued to party with me after I passed out.

I am strung out and sore from this weekend. But I am a drug whore. Nothing I won’t do for candy  or cock. What sick, twisted, depraved things you wanna make me do?

Sissy Phone Sex Training with Brooklyn: Are You a Man or a Sissy?

Sissy training phone sex is one of my specialties. I have a new sissy in training named Wendy. Doesn’t she have the cutest most pathetic little clit stick you have ever seen? Her little clitty belongs in my panties, not my pussy. I am a hot size queen and I have to maintain standards. So, when a pathetic pin dick loser tries to pick me up, they go in my panties not my pussy. I explained to Wendy, that she could purchase some of my sexy under garments and wear them herself, but that was the closest she was getting to being “in” my panties. She loves to wear my garter belts because they help center her and make her feel like the pretty princess she was born to be.  See when you have a tiny pee pee, your only purpose on this earth is to amuse and pleasure me. You cannot pleasure me with  your pathetic pecker, but you can pleasure me by being my panty boy, my sissy bitch, my clean up boy or my fluffer slut. Some very special losers get to be all of the above. Look between your legs right now for me. And tell me, are you man or sissy? If you have 8 inches or more of rock hard meat between your legs, you are all man and get to fuck me. You packing less than that, you get to wear my panties and be my panty boy, my sissy bitch, my clean up boy or my fluffer slut. So what’s it gonna be?

I Love Cum Slut Phone Sex

He has been trying to get me to give him the time of day for years now. I use him when I need something and ignore him and humiliate him when I don’t. He must like it because he keeps cumming back for more. Time and time again he cums back. A few days ago he sent me a picture. The poor little geeky nerd must be getting desperate. By now he must have the bluest set of balls on the planet. Of course I have shared the picture with all my girls friends and we have had days of fun with it. They decided since he went this far I should have pity on him and fuck his poor little dick. But they all wanted in on the fun to. So we have devised a plan. I am going to fuck his pitiful little ass. We have bets on how long he can hold out and how fast I can make him blow his load. And the girls are all going to get to be there. They will be watching with out him knowing, recording their humiliating comments. I will be secretly recording our fuck session. When it is over we are going to overlay their comments onto the video and invite him over for a movie. He will have no clue that it will be HIS movie! I love being a mean fucking cum slut. It is so much fun!

Humiliation Phone Sex With My 440

When I saw this old car my pussy started gushing. I could hear that big block 440 purring, with bored out ports, hooker headers, a 650 double pump carburetor. I would be able to run this bitch on any strip and take all the young punk’s money and/or pink slips for their silly little newer cars with their lift kits and air shocks. When the tow truck pulled into the club house and unloaded her at the garage, I couldn’t wait to get grease under my finger nails and dig into her. I lifted the hood and began to disconnect wires so I could hook the wench to the engine and pull her out. Taking her apart and putting her back together was going to be fun, and I kept thinking of things I wanted to do, a high performance cam shaft right down the center of her….yeah sweet. I crawled under her and found yarn wrapped around the front of the transmission where it met the engine. What in the world was this shit about? I got her hooked up and the engine out and then I found a pair of nail clippers holding the choke open. What the fuck? Whoever had this baby was a fucking idiot. All I could think of was how sweet she would be when I was done and how the cherry on my hot fudge sundae would be the first pink slip I pulled with her on the strip. I love the look of defeat in a young bucks eyes when this Hot Latin Queen takes his baby. The devastation is orgasmic!

Smoking Fetish Phone Sex with Cassandra: Human Ashtray

I walked into his bar; not sure what to expect as I’m never allowed in Master’s place of business. I thought I was waiting in the car like a good girl, so sneaked a smoke break. He must have known I would be naughty without his watchful eye. Master could smell the smoke on me when I entered the bar and he was not pleased. Only he is allowed to smoke, but never me. A good slave should be seen, never heard and certainly never smelled. I saw Master from behind the bar and I knew what his hand signal meant. I got down on my knees and crawled to him with my lit cigarette in my mouth. When I reached his feet, he removed the cigarette from my mouth and I opened my mouth wide. First, I got a hard slap across the face; then he put the lit cigarette out on my tongue.

Master reached in his pocket for a lighter and pulled it out to light another cigarette. When it was lit, he drew in a long drag and blew the smoke in my face, which was followed by a hard slap. I inhaled deeply his smoke with every drag he took, and said “I’m sorry Sir, with every smack I received. Every time he smacked my face, he called me his “Pretty Ashtray.” I am happy to be his pretty human ashtray. After all, I was born to belong to men, to be used by men, to serve men. How would you like to use me Master?

Sexual Healing

One of my clients referred a friend to me; the friend was complaining that his wife never orgasmed when they were having sex.  I agreed to help them out.  When I arrived at their multi-milllion-dollar house, I was impressed; these people certainly had worked hard in order to be successful and look the part.  I told the wife to take us to the most relaxing part of the house for her, which ended up being the sun room.  The husband started to walk over to his wife, but I stopped him.  I pushed him down on the reclining chair and pressed my knee to his crotch; I slowly undressed, never taking my eyes off of the wife, and explaining that he was not allowed to cum until his wife did.  She was biting her lip as I ran my long slender fingers all over my body.  Then, I made the husband beg to touch me; and, when I was satisfied that he had completely humiliated himself, I took his hand and pressed it against my wet cunt.  I turned away from the husband and motioned to the wife.  As he slowly inched his cock inside of me, I pulled down her blouse and cradled her head so that her lips were right above my nipples.  She began suckling as if that was all she had ever wanted to do.  She gently touched my clit, which was pounding as she continued to kiss my body.

Then, I knew it was time: I traded places with her, guiding her gently on top of her husband’s cock but never losing eye contact.  I flicked my tongue across her nipples as she looked over her shoulder at me and buried her face in my hair.  She rocked on top of her husband’s cock, milking it for all it was worth.  I cradled her thighs in my hands and stroked her pussy…and that soft, white skin between her legs…while her husband continued to fuck her.  Then, I told her to get on her back; the husband didn’t object.  I wanted her to eat my pussy while he fucked her.  I knew that’s exactly what she wanted.  She buried her face between my legs with gusto and I rocked back and forth on her face.  I was climaxing before I knew it, and there she was…cumming, too!  The husband was beside himself, shooting the most massive load ever inside of her.  And, that pretty little wife of his was cumming as I forced all of my sweet cum down her throat.

Hot phonesex: A stripper and a sissy

A couple of nights ago, this well-dressed man came into the club; he shoved $50 dollar bills in my G-string. He promised to return the next day and bring $100 dollar bills, and he was true to his word. He also asked me to think about spending the entire night with him for $2,000; if I didn’t want to do that, he said that he would rent the VIP room for us. I imagined the blow that I could get with the money, and you know that I decided to accept the offer!

He smiled and was very pleased that I accepted his offer. That night, he picked me up in his Porsche and he took me to his mansion. I had brought my dancing clothes, some sexy outfits, and a few toys; I wasn’t sure what he really wanted, but I figured that I had my bases pretty well covered. He told me to get dressed while he went into the bathroom. I quickly chose my red outfit.

When he emerged from the bathroom, I was shocked; there he stood in women’s satin underwear, a collar, and nothing else. He got on the ground and began to beg for my forgiveness, declaring that he wasn’t worthy of me. I didn’t know what else to do but play along. I called him a sick, twisted fuck and kicked him. I demanded that he say that he was a pathetic little sissy and I pressed my heel to his crotch; I kept applying pressure until I was satisfied with his tears and conviction. I took my panties that I had worn at work and shoved the crotch in his mouth; I yelled at him to suck all my juices and sweat off of it. He groveled and thanked me.

I told him to lie on the bed and I retrieved the biggest dildo that I had with me. I lubed it up and shoved it into his ass. While I moved it around in his ass, I ordered him to stroke his cock violently. I punished him with the dildo, pounding his ass, and telling him that I was going to tell everyone what he was. I threatened to go to his place of work and expose him. The bastard came so hard that he was crying. Satisfied that I’d earned my money, I left him as he crawled underneath his sheets with an exhausted but happy smile. It was definitely worth the money, and I got a kick out of it, too!

My Future Looks Bright with Big Cock

So I was bored today and went shopping and had lunch with one of my girlfriends. She is an earthy spiritual type and begged me to go to a palm reader with her. I was skeptical. Seems like a waste of time and money. The time I spend with some old gypsy, I could be fucking or sucking. But sometimes we make sacrifices for our best friends.  We went to this little shop that sells crystals and shit. Paid $50 each for our fortune of sorts.  She went first. Was in there for 30 minutes or so and when she came back she was ecstatic. She was babbling about how the gypsy said good things were in her future and big changes on the horizon. Pretty much non descriptive dribble as far as I was concerned.  But, I bit the bullet and took my turn. She was looking at my hand, reading the lines. Her eyes got really big and she looked at me and said, “You are a naughty woman.” I gulped a bit and thought, hmmm what is she seeing? She then said all she could see in my future was big huge cock, sex and bodily fluids. Sounds about right. Like monster cock; the kind of dicks one only sees in porn. She added with a smirk on her face, “I’m jealous.”  I asked her what the biggest dick she ever had was and she replied, “I’ve only ever had my husband’s cock and it’s about 4 inches.” I tried to stifle my laughter, but I told her,” that’s not a dick honey. Well not a dick on a grown man.” I told her I wish I could share my future with her because there is no other better feeling than having a big dick crammed in your love holes, stretching you out and making you beg.  I felt sorry for her; I really did. I mean I wouldn’t wish a pencil dick or a clit stick on my worst enemy. Women deserve sexual pleasure, even the ugly, old and fat ones. Women are superior. Pure and simple. And that alone is reason to suggest we all deserve the biggest thickest piece of meet we can get in our pussies.

I left that shop feeling sad that some women do not understand their worth; do not understand that they too deserve big cock to worship. But, I always feel very grateful that I know what a wicked hot piece of ass I am and that my future is paved with the big thick cocks I deserve. I just wish you pathetic little dick losers would get the clue and stop trying to tell me you got what I need. When I need a good laugh I will call you; when I need a hard throbbing big cock, well, I will call a real man.