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Storm Whore: Forced Intoxication Phone Sex with Mommy Blair

forced intoxication phone sex double penetrationStorm Thor? How about Storm Whore? If I can’t get to the party, well the party can come to me. A few neighbors stopped by to check on me. They have a four wheel drive, and offered to get me any storm supplies I may need. I said all I needed to survive the blizzard was cock, coke and cocktails. Lucky me they had all three  in hand. We turned my coffee table into a bar. I was really more interested in cock and coke. But they insisted we do shots first. After a couple Kamikazes shots, I was ready to suck cock, but they grabbed a bottle of bourbon and forced it down my throat until I was puking.

Things got a bit blurry after that. Apparently, they like a drunk, sloppy whore. I can’t handle guzzling alcohol . Now, cum is a different story. After I had puked a few times, they forced me to do a few lines of coke. One held my head while the other shoved  a dollar bill up my nose making me snort. Now I do lines daily, but this was WAY more than I usually do in one setting. I could feel my nose burning; burning so bad blood started trickling out.

party girsl phone sex subby mommyI was about to pass out when, two cocks were shoved down my throat to suck. I puked on their dicks, which I think they liked? I try to be a classy party girl, which to me simply means no puking, but they were force feeding me booze, coke and cock. They would simultaneously pour cum and booze down my throat. I would do a cum shot followed by some form of alcohol, chased by more cum. I was burping cum. I was so out of it, I never realized they double penetrated my ass and cunt until I woke up hours later with cum drenched holes, jizz and puke matted in my hair, and blood crusted under my nose, lying in a pool of cum, puke and piss. So attractive.

They took a bunch of pictures of me in various stages of drunken debauchery. Nothing classy about me. They said they were coming back tonight with more friends, and more party supplies.  They want me projectile puking and shitting out cum.  Guess I better hydrate myself now, I have finally met guys who can out party me.

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Fuckalicious MILF Rita

I feel like a total cougar right now, thanks to the neighbor boy Jimmy. He was over here playing video games with my daughters all day and evening with his little sister. Their parents had taken a weekend away and the brats were left with me with a promise of bringing me some dank bud back. I was up taking a bath and enjoying a stiff drink while rubbing one out. Having these two over has interfered with our usual weekend fun.

Jimmy and Jessica, are twins and seemed to be asking my girls about why there wasn’t anyone visiting. Jenny kept asking about all the people they would see over here on weekends. My girls just kept telling them they were mommy’s friends, and they stayed in basement playing video games when mommy’s grown up friends come over.

I got sick of hearing her ask a thousand questions and took her to the kitchen and gave her some cherry drink with a little something special. Once I got her tucked in for a nap, and the others were still playing the games giving me some free time. Or at least I thought I would be left alone.

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Jimmy decided he had to go to the bathroom really bad and needed to come in. Hesitantly I told him to come in but make it quick. Jimmy came in and just stood there staring at me as I tried keeping myself covered by the bubbles.. “go on Jimmy use the bathroom and get going”. He came closer pulled his penis out and started peeing in the tub dissolving the bubbles covering my breasts. I started getting up before realizing I was standing there naked with the neighbor boy who had his cock out. 

Awkward does not even begin to describe this situation. I reached for my robe but Jimmy stopped me and he was strong for his size.  So I went out the master bedroom door into my room to get some clothes on. Except that didn’t quite happen. This young man cornered me against my bed and pushed me onto it. He was on top of me and sliding his hard cock in me and just started pumping my MILF cunt hard. 

Sex Slaves for Super Bowl Sunday

prostitution phone sex incest mommyDid you know that the Super Bowl is the the single largest human trafficking incident in the United States? The influx of fans, combined with the increased amount of drugs and alcohol consumed, equals the optimal breeding ground for pimps wanting to expand their wallets. The sheer number of men looking to pay for sex sky rockets this Sunday. And not just in the host city. I plan to take advantage of this phenomenon. I have been preparing for this day for weeks now with online ads, the right array of sex slaves to attract the big spenders, and converting my home into a whore house. While my hubby and his friends are getting drunk watching tight ends and Katy Perry’s boobs at half time, men will be violating the tight ends and cumming on the boobs of his family members.

I have a room set up for extreme BDSM with all the equipment a master could ever need to put a bitch in her place. Whips, collars, spreader bars, muzzles, suspension equipment, binders, gags, restraints, floggers… Even have a variety of medical fetish supplies like speculums, urethral sounds, clamps, enema bags and pinwheels for the darker clients. For the right price, a client can do whatever sick, twisted thing he wants to my teens, my little nieces, even myself. I know there are a lot of perverts out there that will pay top dollar to torture some hot flesh. Pain is such a turn on.

drugs phone sex dirty teen whoreThen I have a room set up like a doll house for those gentlemen who want to purchase the virginity of a little one. Complete with toys, Benadryl cocktails, camera equipment and a bunch of sheet sets to change when get bloody. Young tight innocent flesh sells for a premium dollar and I would be stupid not to capitalize on that. Luckily, I have my young niece and her little friends staying the weekend. I can easily pimp out each girl 20 or 30 times in the day; although the client who gets each pussy first, pays the most for the privilege of busting those little cherries. My sons’ asses are up for auction too. Something for everyone!

My final room is for the more vanilla guy. Those just wanting straight up sex. My sister and myself, along with my teen step daughter, will be offering horny men the girlfriend experience. Fuck our asses, skull fuck our mouths, jizz on our faces… you know, do all the things wives and girlfriends won’t do.

Super Bowl Sunday is all about sex and drugs to me. I whore out my family members, as well as myself, and earn party funds. Sex sells. And it sells more on Super Bowl Sunday. So while many of you are actually watching the game, I will be lining my pockets with the world’s oldest profession. What good are little ones if we can’t profit off of them?

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One Too Many

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I am never drinking beer again! I knew it wasn’t up my alley, but that’s what I get for trying to impress a guy. I should have never even bothered with sneaking into that bar. I should have just went home and studied like I was supposed to. I could have easily been off to sleep rather than struggling for a cab in the middle of no man’s land. My cell was barely working and of course I couldn’t recall where the hell I was.

I ended up here after I had just gotten my little teen pussy ripped apart by the bar staff. I don’t remember much of anything. My pussy was soaked in what I was sure was all their nut. My tits were soar like they had been spanked and pulled on. I had monkey bites all over my neck and chest. Waiting there for the taxi I examined my thighs a little closer and noticed that beyond the slick mess was also bruising, my thighs were covered in hand prints where they had gripped me.

My whole body felt like they had gripped me and slammed their cocks into my little teen pussy. I couldn’t imagine how many of them fucked me. I’m sure I enjoyed it all, I do love a good fucking. I just can’t manage to remember any of it, that damn beer whipped my whole memory of my fuck down. 

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The Devil Inside

The drugs were beginning to wear off, and as my vision started to clear and my hearing return, I began to feel their hands all over me. My head was spinning, and I ached all over, especially between my legs. I sensed at least two men groping my body and grabbing my tits so hard that I could feel sharp pain even in my altered state. I began to moan in agony, and their grip got harder on my naked body. I had no idea where I was or how I got there.

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I tried to focus and understand what was going on, and I reached my hands out trying to feel my surroundings. Yes, there were two men. I could feel their hot breath on my neck and chest. They were fondling my breasts and one has his hand down between my legs rubbing my raw pussy. It felt like fire as he kept grinding his fingers up inside me. It felt as if I had been fucked for hours already. They must have been fucking me while I was asleep.
I felt like I was outside of my body looking down, and I began to see them more clearly. They were very strong, and I was their plaything. Their cocks were hard as rocks and one of them even had blood on him. Judging from the fire between my legs, I knew the blood had come from there. My pussy ached and throbbed and felt so swollen that it could burst. My awakening had aroused them again, and they placed my reaching hands on their hard cocks. I saw one of their faces, and began to remember.

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He was the man from the party. The one who had been wearing the devil mask, and whispering in my ear that he was going to make me his satanic slave whore. His tongue had felt amazing on my neck, and I had let him grab my body in front of everyone that was watching. I don’t remember anything after that. I am certain he must have drugged me and brought me here. How long had him and this other man been taking my body? I have no idea, and before I could try to piece any more memories together, they put me on my hands an knees and made me take their cocks again.

Make Me Beg for More

 

I love when they tell me to beg for it, force me to tell them how much I love to be used, humiliated, and dominated. This week my master told me I would be doing a very important job for him. Of course I would do anything he wants me to do, so I happily arrived at my master’s boss’s house ready for anything his boss wanted to do to me. I was sure to get him a raise after this visit, I thought. He wasted no time practically dragging me downstairs, ripping off my outfit and ordering me to put on the outfit he had picked out for me. I am a good submissive slut and I did everything he told me to do. Once exactly how he wanted me, he informed me that if I disobeyed him at all I was to expect a punishment far more painful than I could ever imagine. I could tell this guy was serious about his hot desire to violate me. I was excited, he had me bound, arms apart and above my head, and he was making me suck his cock. He made me beg for it, and when I wasn’t loud enough he smacked me hard, telling me there was more pain if I wanted to be a stupid whore and not speak up. I took it all, my pussy dripping with anticipation – I love an angry man, who knows he can do whatever he wants to me and hits me the moment he doesn’t get his way. I love the thrill, the pain and the punishment. It wasn’t long before he was ready to inflict more pain. He kept me on my knees making sure I told him that I am a slut who belongs on my knees at all times. This is when he took out his whip, and made me count out loud every single lash, as he forced me to beg for more. And that isn’t even the start of my newest brutally abusive session…mmm.

Merry Fucking Christmas

We have our own set of holiday traditions here at the club house. We always set up an adult holiday house that isn’t for the faint of heart. For example if you get caught under our mistletoe instead of getting kissed you get covered in cum or piss or what ever the person closest to you decides they want to cover you in. We have a Santa but our Santa isn’t the sweet and jolly St. Nick that every one is used to. In fact he is a menacing fella. He doesn’t pass out candy canes and sweet treats, instead he hands out alcohol and drugs and nasty sex toys. Whatever gift you get you must share with at least one of his wicked little elves. And if you’re nice you get what you deserve, a visit to the dark side and an introduction to what you should be all year.
Naughty, very, very naughty! Our idea if holiday cheer is nothing that you have ever experienced in your life. But I can guarantee you that it is something you will never forget and if you have even a hint of bad in you, you will come back for more. If you know someone that needs a special holiday this year, you know where to go.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: I Need a Master

Never judge a book by its cover. My cover suggests that I am a dominate spoiled bitch. Look at me. I am a blonde goddess.  Tall, busty, sensual, confidant in my skin…. But if you turn the pages of my book, you discover that looks are deceiving. I am a total submissive whore. Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy first forced his cock in my tiny holes, I knew that I was a submissive bitch.  I don’t date men, I belong to them.  I have masters, not lovers. I’m controlled, not controlling. I am used, not pampered. I’m dominated not dominant. I need a collar, not a ring. I get beaten not hugged. I deserve pain, not pleasure. I’m humiliated not praised. I’m hated, not loved. I get kicked, not kissed. I receive torture not gifts. I belong in a cage not a pedestal.  I’m insulted not complimented.  I don’t speak, I obey.

Hit me. Violate me. Cut me. Burn me. Bruise me. Hang me. Mutilate me. Fist me. Scar me. Degrade me. Suspend me. Bury me. Gag me. Electrocute me. Smother me. Drown me. Choke me. Suffocate me. Fillet me. Shock me. Spank me. Abuse me. Flog me. Kidnap me. Hunt me. Own me. Eat me. Bite me. Stab me. Deny me. Tease me. Punch me. Shoot me. Shove me. Piss on me. Push me. Hurt me. Kill me. Just don’t love me. I am worthy of hate, not love. I’m a whore, not a goddess.

I need a strong Master. Is that you?

Submissive Phone Sex with Janelle

I saw you at the bank, and I knew from experience that your good looks and charm had a twisted side. Your eyes were deep blue and seemed to be swimming with sick thoughts. I am used to having men oogle my body and breasts, but the way you stared me down made my pussy throb just thinking about what was going through your head. You were ahead of me in line, and once I was done and headed for my car, you were waiting for me. Leaned against my car, not even smiling.

I walked up slowly, not sure what to expect, and as I approached you just kept looking my body up and down, almost like you wanted to eat me alive. Normally I would have been offended, but something about you made me feel weak and feminine and vulnerable. Once I got close enough, you took me by the arm and swung me around throwing me back up against my own car. It took my breath away, you scared me, but it was broad daylight in a bank parking lot, so I didn’t panic.I felt my nipples harden inside my blouse, and I saw you noticed them too.

Submissive phone sex is usually something I dominate, but you had control of me from that very moment. You told me I looked like a dirty whore, and all I could do was nod. You told me you were going to fuck me and make me pay for dressing like such a whore. I wanted to hate you, but my pussy was getting more wet with every word you said. You told me to turn around and lift my skirt up. You were going to fuck me right there in the parking lot. There had to be cameras. You must have read my mind, because you told me that you didn’t give a fuck if security was watching, you said they would have some real ass rape porn to watch.

I lifted up my skirt, just like you told me to, and you rammed your cock right up my ass. I almost screamed, but took your cock deep inside, as I somehow wanted to please you. You dug your fingers into my hips so hard that I knew I would be bruised.  You came almost immediately, deep inside me. You pulled your cock out and your cum began dripping down my legs onto my shoes. You told me to get in my car, and not to wipe you cum off my legs. You told me to let it dry and sleep with it that way all night. I opened the car door and got in, my inner thighs soaked. He walked away without another word. I went to bed that night, your cum still dried on my legs, and dreamed over and over about running into you again soon….

Accomplice Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Let Me Do Your Dirty Work

So my boss at work hacked into my email and found all sorts of incriminating photos of me with my son. You know, getting it up the ass; entertaining his friends; snorting coke off of cocks; playing with little ones. All sorts of things that he could legally fire me for, not to mention have me arrested. I thought he was just going to blackmail me so he could fuck me. Not the most attractive guy in the world, but I fucked him on his desk to keep my job. Turns out that was not my real task. He was blackmailing me to be his accomplice. See my boss is a sick little pervert too. He has a predilection for young flesh. He just has never acted on it nor knows how to safely procure young meat.  He said as a mommy figure, I was the perfect accomplice to snatch him some young pussy.

He even had a pretty little thing picked out. We drove by her school. Pretty blonde angel, carrying a little teddy bear. Just could tell she was an innocent thing. But I had no choice to be his accomplice. I have been doing mens’ dirty work for most of my life. When it comes down to my livelihood versus a stranger’s, I always make the decision that benefits me. I stalked the girl for a few days. Learned  her route home from school then picked a day for a snatch and  grab. I put on my best mom outfit, brought my puppy, and a Benadryl filled  juice box. All the tools a p mommy needs. I walked alongside her all innocent like, let her pet my puppy. Offered her the juice box and the rest was easy. When she got groggy, I scooped her up and put her in the boss’s van that was following us. Silly girl, I guess her parents never taught her not to talk to strangers.

My boss took her to his cabin in the woods. He had it all pimped out as a sex palace. Had toys for her too. Both the adult and rugrat kind. He also had a lot of expensive camera equipment. His plan was to make some home made movies that he could sell for top dollar. You know, the kind you can’t find easily. I thought I would feel bad about kidnapping an innocent little thing. But, I was pretty turned on at how easy it was, how much fun it was. I am a great accomplice for such dark deeds. In fact, I am going to help my boss make money off of her like my son does me. I think she has little whore written all over her. First, my boss plans on popping her little cherry, then I will bring the men to the cabin. For a grand they can have some taboo pussy while I film it. I told my boss, just wait until we can breed her.  Oh the money we can make on that sweet little thing then. Guys will pay big money to impregnate a little whore.

Maybe I can be your dirty accomplice phone sex whore too? As a mommy, I can lure the sweet ones away so easily. And as a subby whore, I do whatever I am told. Let me do your dirty work for you, so you can enjoy that tight, sweet flesh.