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Slavery Phone Sex Keeps a Bitch in Her Place

slavery phone sexSometimes a soccer mom needs slavery phone sex. It can help keep her in line. At least that’s what my drug dealer told me. Last week I heard about the severe weather forecast. And I knew that meant my boys likely would not need to go to school for a few days if not the entire week. And if I become snowed in with two horny teenage boys, I require more cocaine than normal. But my drug dealer really made me work for it this time.

I arrived dressed as he requested. Mostly naked with a dog collar around my neck, nipple clamps on my nipples and ankle restraints. Plus, he asked that I bring my biggest dildo. So, I did. But I’ve never used it because it’s fucking huge. Honestly, I did not think my holes could take this dildo’s girth. Many years ago, somebody gave it to me as a gag gift. And I don’t mean as a joke. I mean literally a gag gift. I told this guy no cock could ever make me gag. So, he bought this dildo just to prove that something did exist that could make me gag.

In hindsight, I should’ve brought a smaller dildo. Marcus would not know that I did not consider it my biggest dildo. Me bad. When I tried to suck it, I almost puked. A drugs phone sex mommy does everything possible to score a fix. Including gagging on a dildo designed more for King Kong or Godzilla.

Some Things Appear Even Too Big for My Ass

I thought I would be okay if he wanted to see me sucking on that thing. But of course, he wanted to see more. He wanted that thing up my ass. Although I am an anal whore, I never inserted anything that big ever in any of my holes. Surprisingly, with a lot of lube and a lot of patience, I got most of it inside of me. But it did seem like a tree trunk fucked my ass instead of a big fat dildo.

Thankfully, he fed me coke as I tried to work that monster dildo into my ass. And I guess thanks to lots of anal experiences, my asshole gapes wider than the average soccer mom. Although I think I got more than the average person could get in their asshole, I did not take it all the way to the base. It felt like Marcus planted his two fists deep inside of me. My sons would know I did something quite extreme for my coke this time.

Marcus got the show he wanted, an extreme anal penetration show, and mommy earned her cocaine. Although I hope it will last this week of bad weather, I’m not sure. Usually, my ass hurts because somebody gave me a hardcore ass fucking. But now it hurts because I crammed it full of the biggest dildo I’ve ever owned. Perhaps I need to just destroy this thing since it destroyed my asshole.

Light Bondage Porn Dana Moans While Bound and Highly Desired

Light Bondage Porn

The second I’m told to stay still, my body settles into it. The quiet stretches while I wait, already warm, already aware of how exposed I am. Light Bondage Porn lives right in this space… where restraint sharpens everything and being watched feels better than being touched.

The bindings are snug enough to remind me I’m not going anywhere. My wrists ache just slightly, my thighs tense without meaning to, and I let it happen. I like knowing I’m exactly how I’m supposed to be Open and Available. “You’re all mine tonight, and this time I want you to suffer completely” He says aggressively. “Yes Master” I say with my pussy and ready just for him.  My breathing gives me away before I say a word.

I feel eyes on me, slow and deliberate, him taking his time. It makes my stomach flutter and my hips shift even though I try to stay still. I want to be good. What he doesn’t know is that I have the biggest crush on him, and I purposely let him do whatever he wants to be because I like the way it feels, and how much I feel wanted just by him. I get a little jealous about his ex wife, but then again she has no idea I’m with her husband every night, so she should be really jealous of me. 

I want to be seen like this, needy and restrained, my reactions honest and unfiltered. When a hand finally drags along my skin, I moan without stopping it. There’s no point pretending I’m not affected. Being bound makes me sensitive. Every sound feels louder, every pause heavier. I stay quiet when I’m expected to, then break just a little when the attention gets too intense. 

My body responds faster than my thoughts, heat pooling low, thighs tightening around nothing. I don’t need instruction… I feel them. I keep my head lowered, not hiding, just waiting. Waiting is part of it. Waiting makes the desire stretch and throb until my breath turns shallow and my voice slips out again. I love how helpless I feel without actually being helpless. I’m aware of myself, of how wanted I am right now.

When the tension finally eases, it doesn’t disappear. It lingers on my skin, in my muscles, in the quiet after. I stay where I am, bound and flushed, knowing I gave exactly what was expected of me… and wanting it all over again.

Romantic Phone Sex with Dana Whispering Naughty Teasing Fun

Romantic Phone Sex

I can feel the warmth of the oil on my skin just thinking about him, the slick shine catching every imaginary ray of light as I move, trembling under the memory of his voice. Romantic Phone Sex with him is always intense, but tonight, with my body glistening and my hands tracing every curve, it’s different… so much sharper, so much more delicious.

“Tell me what you’re doing right now,” he whispers, low and rough, and I can feel my pulse spike. I bite my lip, imagining him leaning close, his fingers ghosting over my neck, leaving shivers in their wake, lips brushing softly along my jaw. “Dana…” he whispers in my ear again, voice thick with desire, and I arch instinctively, craving the warmth, the pressure, the subtle heat of his touch over my slick, smooth skin.

I describe every motion, every glide of my hands over my body, fingers slick, following every line, every sensitive curve. He gasps, voice husky, teasing me, “You’re irresistible… Dana, I want you.” That sound makes my knees weaken, my body arching instinctively, and I let him guide me, letting every command, every whispered tease, pull me deeper into my own hunger.

I imagine him entering the room, roses in hand, their scent mingling with the faint shimmer of oil on my skin. “I thought you’d like these,” he says, and my fingers brush the petals, imagining his lips trailing along my shoulder, nipping softly, hands caressing my neck and collarbone. Heat coils low and tight inside me, every slick curve exposed to him in thought, every inch craving his hands, his mouth, his whispered praise.

“Dana… I love you Dana,” he admits, slow, deliberate. My chest tightens, warmth flooding me, mingling with ache and want. I moan softly, letting him hear it, letting him know how deeply his words hit. I obey, sliding, stretching, whispering, trembling under imagined caresses, every stroke and command heightening need, every soft kiss he presses into me making me ache more.

By the time we finally climax together, I’m trembling, glistening, squirting, moaning loudly, utterly spent, craving every lingering touch of his hands on my body as he releases his yummy cum all over my face. His voice is thick, commanding and tender, and I know he’s falling as hard as I am. Every whisper, every soft caress, every teasing kiss leaves me addicted, devoted, and wet, glistening under his control and love. I’m his muse, heart, and desire.

Slavery Phone Sex Dana Obeying Every Command of Her Master

Slavery Phone Sex

The basement is colder than I expected, concrete biting through my bare slave feet as I stand there listening for him. By the time the door shuts behind me, I now understand how I was sold to being his personal nigger slave, something closer to Slavery Phone Sex but lived instead of imagined.

I’m not panicking, but I’m not floating either. My heart is beating fast, not from fear exactly, more from the awareness that I gave up control and now have to sit in that decision. The light is dim, just enough to see the walls, the chair, the space he told me to stay in all day.

He doesn’t rush. That’s what makes it intense. The waiting stretches my nerves thin, makes every sound feel louder. I shift my weight, reminding myself to stay where I’m told. I could speak up if I wanted to, but I don’t. I like the tension too much.

When he finally comes down the stairs, I drop to my knees  instantly waiting for his next command. “You look so filthy and drained, from last where I left you last night, with the dried up fluids of my sticky cum melting all over your face and body. I now want to fuck you all day long since you belong to me now, you hear me you fucking nigger?” He yells. “Yes Master, I’m all yours eternally.” I say softly, with my nipples getting colder from the basements temperature.

He tells me where to put my hands. I follow. He tells me not to look at him. I break eye contact. Each command strips something small away… my pride, my resistance, my need to be clever or in charge. I feel smaller, quieter, but also sharper, more aware of my body and my reactions.

I don’t feel owned in some poetic way. I feel watched. Evaluated. Tested. And that’s what turns me on. I like knowing he’s paying attention to whether I listen, whether I hesitate, whether I need reassurance or punishment or silence.

Sometimes he lets the quiet sit between us. Other times he corrects me with his voice alone, and that’s enough to make my stomach flip. I don’t need constant praise. I need direction. I need to know what’s expected and how far I’m allowed to go.

By the time he leaves me alone again, my legs are sore and my head feels light. I stay where I am, not because I have to, but because moving too soon would break the spell. This isn’t about being perfect or endlessly obedient. It’s about choosing to stay right here, in the tension, until he decides what happens next.

Hardcore Ass Fucking with Dana Craves Your Rough Sex Passion

Hardcore Ass Fucking

I feel my heart racing as I wait, trembling just a little, because I know tonight isn’t about me… it’s about following every command you give. My body tingles with anticipation, and I can’t help but imagine the intensity that’s coming. The thought alone makes me shiver. Hardcore Ass Fucking has been on my mind all day, a fantasy I’ve been eager to explore, imagining your hands guiding me, your energy overwhelming me, and me giving in completely.

I’m obedient, always ready to do exactly what you want, and tonight I feel that eagerness pulsing through me stronger than ever. I kneel, hands resting lightly, eyes fixed on you, silently asking permission to please you. Every movement, every glance, is meant to show my devotion, my willingness to submit to your desires. I crave the roughness, the passion, the way you take control, and I can feel my excitement building.

Your voice, low and commanding, sends shivers down my spine. I obey immediately, moving closer, letting you guide me in ways that make my mind spin. I love the way you take charge, the thrill of not knowing what’s next but trusting completely that I’m safe in your hands. Each command you whisper, each touch you suggest, makes me feel alive, makes me feel like I exist solely to fulfill your pleasure.

I imagine the intensity, the wild, passionate energy coursing between us, my body responding instinctively to your dominance. I feel every glance, every subtle motion, like it’s pulling me deeper into your control. The way you fuck me roughly, then spit on my face, then aggressively choke my neck makes my pussy super wet. I’m yours, entirely, and the thought of giving myself fully to your passion is intoxicating.

Even when I close my eyes, I feel your presence, guiding me, pushing me just enough to make my heart pound and my body ache in anticipation. I’m caught in the rush, the heady blend of excitement and obedience, and it’s everything I’ve been craving. The night stretches before us, endless possibilities, and I’m ready for it all. My body, my mind, my desire… they’re yours to command, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Every whisper, every touch, every glance makes me ache for more. I’m completely captivated, completely devoted, and completely yours. This is just the beginning… what comes next is all about you, and I’m ready to surrender to it fully, gladly, and without hesitation.

Hot Squirting Pussy Dana Obeys Her Master and Drips All Over

Hot Squirting Pussy

I’m kneeling on the hot stone by his pool, sun beating down on my back, my thighs slick and trembling, my Hot Squirting Pussy aching and dripping wet before he even touches me. I can feel the slippery wetness sliding down my inner thighs, teasing me, making me desperate.

He leans against the pool edge, smirking, sunglasses low, watching me with that cocky grin that makes me shiver. “Damn, you’re dripping already,” he teases, running a finger through his hair. “Looks like someone’s excited to be mine today.” I whimper and crawl closer, hips swaying, spreading slightly as I beg silently with my body.

“Spread those legs,” he says casually, like he’s enjoying a show. The sound of his commanding voice makes my dirty thoughts go crazy over him. My cunt pulses instantly, squirting a little onto the warm stone. He laughs, low and dark, leaning down to press his fingers against my slick folds. I secretly wish I was his girlfriend, but for now I’m comfortable just being his worthless fucking whore. “Mmm, there it is… just how I like it. So wet and tight for me.”

I moan, trembling, hips lifting and shaking without thinking, desperate for more. “You like being messy out here?” he asks, smirking as he watches my slickness drip, teasing me. “Don’t hold back baby. Show me how much you love being my little nigger slut.” Every word, every glance from him makes me wetter, my tight wet pussy throbbing, dripping onto the stone.

He leans closer, pressing me lightly against the pool edge, teasing my clit with one finger while the other slips inside me. I gasp, squirm, moaning as I squirt again, slickness running down my thighs. His grin grows as he whispers, “That’s my girl… dripping, squirming, loving every second of it.”

I’m shaking, trembling, cunt vibrating, squirting uncontrollably with every teasing stroke. The sun warms my slick skin, the water glistening on my body, and I can’t stop moaning for him. He laughs again, sharp and playful, pulling me close, whispering, “You’re a mess, Dana… and I fucking love it.”

By the time he finally steps back, I’m a puddle on the stone, trembling, spent, my wet Pussy slick and throbbing, dripping everywhere. I’m definitely his favorite messy little nigger slut, dripping, soaking, quivering, and completely his, basking in the sun, by the pool, exposed, and loving every filthy minute.

BDSM Phone Sex is What a Mommy Whore Does for Cocaine

bdsm phone sexAs a mommy, I’m no stranger to BDSM phone sex. My boys do not know half the things their mommy does so she can acquire cocaine to keep up with them. They love fucking me. But I think they like fucking me a lot more when I’m high. That’s when they can invite their friends over and run a train on me. They can get rough with me. And on cocaine, they can literally fuck me all night long. I become a horny energizer bunny, who can keep up with teenage boys on coke.

My usual drug dealer Marcus is the son of my mother‘s drug dealer in the 80s. And Marcus is a very hung black man who loves to fuck me in exchange for coke. However, he experienced a supply issue over the weekend. And he didn’t have anything to give me. So, he sent me to this guy he knows who makes hardcore female bondage films. Since this will be my sons last week of school until the new year, I desperately need a large amount of cocaine. So, I paid this guy a visit.

Nice looking man. He didn’t look sleazy like most of the snuff directors I work with. But I am a seasoned whore, and I know looks can be deceiving. I just focused on the money and getting back to my horny sons so they could fuck me properly. If they only knew what I would do to keep them sexually satisfied.

This Mommy Endures a Lot Just So Her Sons Can Fuck Her

This man appeared to be into hardcore bondage. And BDSM play too. He tied me up and hung me from the rafter. Then he started whipping my back. He came close to drawing blood. I fought back the tears because I felt everything. Unfortunately, without coke, I felt every sting.

I endured hours of pain. But it felt worth it. This man gave me a much bigger bag of cocaine than most guys do, and he treated me better than any of them too. He made sure not to draw blood. Sure, I have some nasty welts on my back and across my tits. But I earned enough cocaine to dull that pain. And I have enough cocaine to be a mommy phone sex whore for my two teenage boys and all their friends.

I got back home and told the boys not to worry about my back. I made up a plausible lie about why my back looked so red and swollen. When they saw me snorting lines of cocaine with my ass up in the air, they couldn’t resist. We started fucking. And I think until the first of the year I will be high and fucking teenage boys. And that will make this the best Christmas ever.

Anal Phone Sex with my twelve inch cock splits you open

Anal Phone Sex, yum! It makes my cock stand straight up when I have a Daddy’s cock deep in my bussy. I’ve got an incredible 12 inches of hard, hot cock just dying to split you open and give you the ride of your life. But first, let’s get things started with a good old-fashioned 69. I want to feel those slick lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft as I return the favor and devour your tasty cock.Anal Phone Sex

As we kiss and tongue each other’s mouths, I’ll reach down and start stimulating my dripping wet bussy with my fingers, getting myself nice and ready for the fucking to come. You can play with my tits while you’re at it – I’ve got perfect, full breasts just begging for cum!
I want you to slam into my tight, eager ass pussy with all the strength you’ve got. I won’t settle for anything less. As you pound away at me, don’t forget to grope and squeeze my tits, pinching and tugging on my nipples until they’re hard as rocks.

And when you finally blow your load, I want you to aim it straight for those perfect tatas!

Once you’ve emptied your balls on my tits, it’s my turn to return the favor. I’ll flip you over and start grinding my massive, throbbing cock against your tight hole. Then with one big thrust,  I’ll bury myself in your ass up to the hilt and start pumping away, my heavy balls slapping against your cheeks with every stroke. You might have a hard Daddy cock, but your Fetish Phone Sex ass will be stretched out by mine like never before!

Rough Sex Phone Sex and Horny Psycho Masked Men

Rough Sex Phone SexThere is a kinda new phenomena in the sex world, the kink Industry. I am diggin the fuck out of it. Rough Sex Phone sex and a man wearing a fucking mask. I want a man in a mask to chase me in the fucking woods, catch me, and fuck the immortal shit out of me. There is just something about a psycho in a mask, that zones in on you and will do anything to get to you and fuck you. That makes my cunt ooze pussy cream. I am literally leaking in my sexy boy shorts just typing this.

I would get off so hard staring up into a mask, while my cunt is getting pounded. There is just something about it that turns me on so much. Learning about this new kink that I have, has led me to find lots of porn with masked men. There isn’t a plethera, but there is some. It’s considered dark romance, and I have come up with so many fantasies.

One that I like to think about is a guy in a Michael Myers mask, or maybe Scream (there are so many, that are just so fucking hot, and make me horny as fuck). He just has this sexy body, and hard, Raw, throbbing cock. Maybe he ties me up and uses me as his sex slave? He zoned in and has his sights set on me, and he just wants to fuck Like a Beast. Finally catching me, and pushing my legs apart, Wide. Forcing himself inside of me, while I listen to his gravely, grunting as he fucks me hard and rough. Reminding me over and over that he is going to breed me.

What kind of mask would you wear to fuck me?

Xo

Dixie

Ass To Mouth Phone Sex gives me a sweet taste of funk

Ass To Mouth Phone Sex Ass To Mouth Phone Sex, shit, where do I even begin? I’ve got an uncontrollable lust for ass-to-mouth action and zero shame. Let me suck the savory juices off your uncut dick. I love it when a guy has a skin flap flavor savor. I don’t mind sharing either. Hit my throat with your cock after it’s been up your other fuck toy’s asshole. We whores need to be getting beaten by your dick, every which way.
Bury your manhood deep in that ass and then slam it right in my tight, wet pussy. Back and forth and then up the other whore’s cunt too. I need your cock to have a lot of extra flavor on it to milk the Biggest cum shot!
I’ve got the impulse to guzzle down the biggest, messiest cum shots possible. I’m talking gallons, baby! I want to be flooded with a torrent of hot, sticky spunk. I crave it like a junkie craves their next fix. It’s like the ultimate reward for being such a needy, dirty whore.
I don’t give a fuck, I’m on a mission to get my fill of that sweet, funky cum. There’s no shame in being a cum-hungry slut like me. I’d do anything, be anyone’s personal cum dump, just to taste that glorious man juice, and it tastes so much better when that cock has extra slut funk on it!