Category: Phone sex fetish

What Granny Needs

Granny needs a cock sliding thru her big round tits!  Sometimes I just cave the feeling of a big hard cock sliding between my oiled up tits. Especially if I can suck on the big mushroom head as it poops thru. Now it has to be a BIG cock. Since my tits are so big! A little dick just gets lost in there! I know just who to call! Michael has a big fat cock for me! And he is always willing to share! He rushed right over to give me what I want! And he really did! Michael was pulling his dick out the second he saw me! He knew exactly what I wanted!  I got down on my knees and poured baby oil on that big beautiful cock letting it drip all over my tits. Then Michael slid that cock straight thru my glistening shinny tits! I love watching his big hard cock poke thru my tits. The harder he fucked my tits the wetter my pussy got! Until I just couldn’t stand it anymore! I begged him to fuck me! Michael picked me up and slid me down his cock! I loved feeling my shinny oily tits over his chest as he fucked me so good! The harder he fucked me the better I felt!  I love feeling his hard cock stretching my pussy open and making me cum so good! Then Michael slammed his cock all the way down and came deep inside me!

Cum Covered Weekend

Every now and then my craving for cum is over whelming. No matter what I am doing or where I am all I can think about is the silky, white treat oozing from a hard cock, any hard cock. When I am in one of these moods my pussy is on constant cumming mode and super charged. The smallest touch, even from my panties or wiping my self after I take a piss, turns into a body shaking, muscle spasming cum fest between my legs. I am like a fucking bitch in heat on the streets looking for whatever mutt that will mount me and give me what I need.
This weekend has been just that weekend for me.
I have been the biggest cum whore ever. I need cum all over my body, in me, on me, I just need cum and as much of it as I can find.
Being on my knees and having it spewed all over my face. Laying on my back and having it fill my cunt until it is dripping out of me. On my hands and knees with an ass full of dick and cum.
The way doesn’t matter, all that matters to me is that I get my fix and I get it now!

The Captor becomes the Captive

I was sitting in my own pool of sweat while the sun beat down.  I was restrained with cords to a wooden chair, and there was no way to free myself.  My captor taunted me, explaining that I deserved exactly what I was getting.  He had never followed my directives and had often paid the consequences; because he continued to cum before allowed, I forbid him to cum for two weeks, once.  He apparently was still angry…even though he said that my approval made him cum the hardest in his life.

He went on with his objective: to tease me, to make me miserable, and to take away the chance of pleasure when it was moments away.  He used several vibrators, overwhelming me with sensations; he spanked me, humiliated me…things that he enjoyed himself (but, not necessarily me).  He finally spread my legs out as far as they would go and began masturbating.  This was his ultimate goal: to cum after torturing me…and without my permission.

Dry-mouthed and achy, I spat at him, “Richard, you won’t be able to cum.  You simply won’t.  Even though you’ve restrained my body, you have not restrained my power.  I am still in control!”  He yelled for me to shut-up and I could already hear him struggling, his erection dissipating.  He gagged my mouth; but, before he did, I told him that it would do no good.  He held his cock in front of me and shook it at my face; but, even he was noticing that it was getting limper by the moment.

He went behind me and I could sense that he was rethinking his plan.  He silently untied me and handed me some water.  I refreshed myself and then stood up.  “Start stroking your cock, gently,” I said.  In a calm voice, I continued to bring him waves of pleasure but not an orgasm.  When he was close to cumming, he confessed in sobs, “I don’t deserve to cum.  You’re right.”  Even though I had not said that I would deny him, he finally understood: I knew his body, his desires, and his needs better than he did.  He zipped up his pants and covered me in a blanket; then, he took me home and cleaned me, worshipping my body and my power over him.

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!

Huge Cock Surprise on My Photoshoot!

I had a photo shoot today and it was spectacular! The photographer was a man. Not someone I would normally be attracted to, kind of nerdy and shy. But he made me feel so comfortable. He had a crew there helping, 2 more men and a woman. We started off with the typical lingerie shots, and then moved on to some nude shots. He had me laughing the entire time and my guard was totally down.  He suggested that it might be fun to shoot some pictures of me with some of the crew. I was game!

The two crewman moved in without hesitation and took their pants down. I’m nude, on my knees, with two rather nice cocks in my face. I played the camera as he clicked away, gorgeous shots of me and the two cocks. I teased and sucked them, but couldn’t keep my eyes or mind off the photographer for some reason….  He had to be turned on, right? I saw him gesture to the woman to join us, and she did. She laid down on the floor between my legs and began to lick my pussy. Click click click went his camera and he was smiling as much as I was.

Finally, he came from behind his camera and approached us all. Full orgy in action, he unzipped his jeans and out came the most beautiful cock I had ever seen! I knew instantly that he had saved the best for last and I was about to get the fucking of a lifetime. Who knew that hiding inside this little funny man was a monster throbbing cock? He swooped my up and bent me over and had his way with my pussy. I can still hear the click click of his camera in my head, and can still feel that massive member inside me pumping me over and over.

Books can’t teach you this! Part 1

Everyone needs to escape for a bit… wether that escape is a vacation or a good book it doesn’t matter, as long as it does what it needs to do. While I was at the library yesterday searching for the next big thrill to allow me to escape from my humdrum reality, I noticed a quite handsome young man lurking a few feet away. Every few minutes he would steal a glance at me and shoot me a suggestive look. It took me a few minutes but I finally realized why this guy looks so familiar… he’s a client at the law firm I work at… Mr. Vincent Hammond. Finally he could see the revaluation on my face and sauntered over to me, a smirk playing on his lips. We spoke for a few minutes before he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and forced me up against the rows of books. His voice suddenly turned dark, and I realized that the hands that had once been on my shoulders were now bunching my skirt up around my hips. Oh god, 5 minutes and this man had my panties soaked! My night just got much more interesting…

On the Edge

I need a man that can make me feel feminine. I desire, more than anything, a man that will worship the curves of my body… my hips and breasts… I work hard to keep my body in this sort of shape! When you were here last week, the intense feeling of helplessness you gave me when you slipped the blindfold over my eyes made every one of my senses go wild! I felt so feminine… the way your mouth closed over my pert nipple and your skilled fingers slipped over my soaked panties and teased me through the think fabric. I could feel the pleasure mounting by the second… it felt like a hot coil of pleasure was being wound tighter and tighter in the pit of my stomach, until you stopped. I begged and begged for you to finish me off, but you just smirked. Bad girls don’t get to cum you said. I can only hope you allow me that ultimate pleasure the next time we meet. 

Big Tits Phone Sex: I Fuck For Pleasure Not Money

Last month I was traveling to visit a girl friend at the beach. We always have a girls getaway in the summer. Well, in a blonde moment, I stopped at a rest stop and got distracted by a hot guy and locked my keys and purse in the car. I was starting to panic as no one was around. That hot guy sped off before I realized what I had done. I went into the quick mart and the only person in there looked a little Boys From Deliverance like if you know what I mean. I may have even heard banjo music. I did not want to ask for help from him. I just needed a phone to call AAA. I looked around and saw a bus stop at the corner. So I walked over and waited until someone came.  A young college age boy, glued to his phone, sat down like he didn’t even see me.  But, I am an attractive woman. I started to talk to him. I explained that my car was just down the street and I locked my purse in the car and needed a phone. He looked at me rather intently and said, “I have no money.” I was like “excuse me? I just need to borrow your phone to call AAA.” He replied, “Sure, whatever you say, but I still ain’t got any money.” I didn’t understand what the communication problem was here, but obviously he did not buy that I was just stranded. I got up and looked him right in the eyes and I said “I don’t know what your problem is, but I am stranded. My phone is in the car and I really just need to use your phone.”  He looked at me, cocked his head and said, “You mean you aren’t a hooker?”  Really, hookers work the bus stop in broad daylight these days? I assured him I was not a pro, but really stranded and that the redneck back at the quick mart kinda scared me. I asked him why he thought I was a whore. He said, “Um, look at what you are wearing Ma’am.” Ma’am? Being called a hooker is better than being called Ma’am! I said I was on a road trip to the beach and my AC went out in my car so was just trying to stay cool. We had a good laugh.

He then apologized and said he would call a friend of his who was a mechanic to meet us at my car. He walked me back to my car, where is friend showed up with one of those jimmy things and got my car door open immediately. I was so very grateful I offered the guy a ride to where ever he was going since I made him miss his bus. Turns out  he was just on his way home from work. His car was in the shop and he was not 25 yet so couldn’t rent a car. He was just a tadpole!  I took him home. He invited me upstairs  to freshen up. I had been in the heat for awhile and walking in not so appropriate foot wear.

I was in his bathroom and got a good look at myself  and thought I could see how someone may mistake me for a hooker. He was nice after the confusion and helped me get my car situation settled. I though why not fuck him. He was cute. So I walked out of his bathroom in just my hooker boots. He was, like “damn, but I thought you said you were not a hooker. I’m broke, even though you are wicked hot.” I assured him I did not want his money. I had my own. I just wanted to show my thanks for helping me out. I fell to my knees and started sucking this beautiful young cock like I was a pro. Hell, I bet I sucked it better than a hooker because I wanted to suck it. He had a nice cock too. I started rubbing my clit as I took him inch by inch down my throat. He had never witnessed a woman touch herself in front of him before. I had a lot to show this young one. And I did. I taught him how to eat pussy. I taught him how to fuck me in the ass and I let him titty fuck me. He was rather obsessed with my boobs so I let him fuck those too. When he came,  he shot his load all over my huge tits. And I let him watch as I savored every drop of his cum off my boobs. That shit is yummy.

As I was leaving, he said I should be a pro because I was hotter than any hooker he ever saw. He insisted I would make a ton of cash. I let him know that I never wanna take money for sex. Not cuz I am a prude or anything, but because I never want to think of fucking as a job. I informed him I fuck for pleasure and whom I fuck is not dictated by how much money I need, just by how much cock I need! He kissed me goodbye, and I got back on the road, happy to be mistaken for a whore.

24hrs of fun!!

Okay so maybe you weren’t suppose to be walking around the town at night intoxicated. Maybe I knew that and maybe I didn’t care. It had been a long day and I wanted a drink. When I say drink, I mean 5 or 6. So when the officer stopped me and asked me if I had been drinking.. What he didn’t know? Well if he didn’t then I didn’t. I failed the sobrity test, majorly.

Since my nice words hadn’t got me out of trouble yet I figured I’d try a little bit of gropping. I grabbed his cock and told him I’d do anything he wanted if he didn’t take me in. I felt his rod get a little hard but he didn’t give in. Instead he put me in the back seat and started driving off. We pulled down the road and he turned off into the alley. Oh? Looks like he had plenty of time to think about my offer.

He came and opened the back door and pulled me out but didn’t uncuff me. He whipped his dick out and told me to suck him off. I asked if this meant he was letting me go. All he did was grab my head and shove it on his cock. He was fucking my mouth and deep in my throat. I’d try to pull up but he’d push me back down his shaft. I felt him start to stiffen and he shot his cum all down my throat. He pulled me off his cock and back into the back seat. What the fuck? I did what he said and he’s still taking me to jail. Dirty fucking cops man.

I yelled at him telling him that I did what he said and why isn’t he letting me go and he just laughs and says that was just payment for the ride to the jail. I’d just be spending the night. Whatever. I could deal with it.

I was booked and searched. Threw into a holding cell with a bitch load of ladies. Bunch of prostitutes, so we all know what they’re here for. One woman was like “honey you need to wipe your mouth, you got a little jizz on it.” I couldn’t help that I’d been drinking and lost the filter to my mouth. ” I’m not a prostitute, lady. That fucking cop tricked me.”

I think they looked like they got a little offensive. She said, “whats so wrong with being a prostitute? You better mind your mouth.” Whoa. “mhm” Next thing I knew her and 2 other girls were holding me down. “you wanna know what its like to be a prostitute. I bet you’ll love it.” They had their hands all over me. My tits, my legs and stomach. The lady I was talking to reached her hand up my skirt and ripped my panties off.

” Where we come from they just take, don’t ask.” With that being said she grabs my clit and pinches it and runs her fingers up and down my slit. They lay me on the concrete floor and ones sitting on my face saying “lick me”. Another is holding my legs open while the leader starts fingering me.

I try to put up a fight but its so hard. I’m too drunk and tired. I feel the leader leaning over and licking my clit, “mmmm”. The one holding my legs lifts them a little and starts licking my ass. This feels kind of good. I stop fighting back and just go with it. I’m sticking my tongue in her cunt and she’s riding my face.

I feel myself about to cum right as a feel a finger in my ass. I yell out but they keep going. Fucking my holes with their tongues and fingers.

“This is going to be a long 24 hours” Later I find out her name is Dot, says.

And it was, all taking turns playing and fucking with each other. The floor puddled with all our juices and everyone else that wanted to join in.

 

 

 

By Hook or by Crook

My co-worker and I were out on a binge night; we’d been saving all of our tips in order to score some really good shit.  But after dancing, drinking, and even playing some slots…we were out of cash.  We were walking out of a casino when we heard a guy call after us.  Turning around, we looked at him; he was a handsome businessman, maybe even a lawyer.  “I’m looking for a date.  How much?” he asked and moved his finger between us both.  We looked at each other; we were high, but we didn’t understand why he was asking for a dance in the middle of the street.  Probably thinking we were stupid, he walked closer and whispered that he was looking for a date.  It dawned on us that he thought we were hookers!  We weren’t offended and I could see that my friend was thinking the same thing: let’s keep the party going.

He agreed to our price and led us to a less than swanky motel.  He explained that he was sleeping somewhere else, but they had cameras; and, he couldn’t be caught on tape with us.  He gave me the money that he owed us and I put it in my corset.  My friend began grinding on his hips, dancing for him and kissing him.  I noticed there were a couple of handcuffs by the bed.  He was demanding that I come over there and bend over; he told me that he loved porcelain asses.  I swayed my ass while he rubbed it.  He ripped open a condom rapper with his teeth and started unloosening his pants.

I leaned all the way on top of him and grabbed the handcuffs.  “Let me do that,” I whispered seductively.  He smiled like it had been his idea all along.  I clasped the cuffs around his wrists to the posts.  “Oh, kinky!” he said and was becoming more excited.  We both knelt down and sucked his cock for fun…and for a picture.  My friend continued to take pictures as I got up and rummaged through his wallet.  We took all of his cash, which was a huge wad.  “Hey, what are you doing?!  You’ll never get away with this!”  Do you know who I am?!” he screamed.  “Nope,” I laughed, “but thanks for telling us that apparently other people do.”  My friend shook her camera phone in his face.  “So you best not do anything stupid and tell on us,” I instructed before playfully slapping his cheek.

We resumed our partying for two more days on the cash we’d gotten.  A week later, when we finally desired to return to work, our boss told us that word on the street was that there was some congressman or something who had been tied up by two hookers.  He’d escaped before the reporters got there only because the hotel clerk had been bribed to remove some cuffs with a bolt cutter!