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Bondage Phone Sex Being the Tree

Bondage Phone SexI was the Christmas tree… Seriously. I was suspended upside down with small metallic balls hung from the rope, hooks embedded into my skin, and through my nipples. I had tinsel mixed with my jute rope to irritate my skin and make me twitch and itch as I hung unable to move except for muscle twitches. Then Master spun me, wrapping me with lights and making me truly festive. I was feeling nauseous and light headed by the time the world stopped moving but didn’t have much time to recollect my thoughts before Master put a Hitachi straight against my clit making me gasp and cry out with unexpected pleasure. I squirmed again this time as my body quivered and came, over and over, the toy merciless in the pleasure it forced on me. Then there was a cock at my lips and I found another hand forcing my mouth up and down over this cock. Making me throat fuck them as my head spun and my body over sensitized kept me from really knowing where I was. It seemed the party had begun and as the Hitachi disappeared and a new toy filled my pussy as the cock fucked my mouth… I was the centerpiece and all I was meant to do for the night was survive the whims of the Masters around me.

Daddys Girl

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Aren’t I cute Daddy? With my little pig tails and my short little dress. You love that my little thong is tiny and clearly ready to come off under this slutty lil dress. When he gets home I’ll be ready…a nice massage all  over Daddy’s body. I make sure to pay special attention to all the right areas! Daddy’s massages involve me using my tongue on his cock, balls and his ass. Daddy loves to see how talented I can be with my sweet young tongue and I am happy to show him because Daddy always uses his tongue to take care of my holes and I love every second of that myself! Once Daddy is really ready from his special happy ending massage I sit right on his lap. My short dress pulls up past my ass and I can feel how hard Daddy is pressed up against me he wants to be in me and all I got to do is bend over so he can make it fit! Daddy pulls my hair back so I arch my back and accept his cock deep inside of me – and all I can think about it Daddy’s warm sticky cum in my pussy.

Dress Up Punishment

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Dressing up in sexy little outfits is one of my favorite things to do when I am by myself and bored. Daddy has quite the fetish for naughty outfits on his adorable little girl and I just love obeying Daddies requests, most of the time. So one night I’m trying on this new naughty Eskimo girl outfit, pigtails and all!!! Of course Daddy came into my room while I was twirling in front of my mirror admiring my perfect little ass that just began to peak out from beneath my mini skirt. Daddy was so enraged that I tried on an outfit without showing him first that he spanked my little as and shoved me down onto my knees to kneel in front of him. His hands grabbed onto my long pigtails as if they were handlebars and then he was thrusting his cock down my throat, skull fucking my little mouth hole for being so naughty! Daddy is always right and know that I have a problem with obeying him all the time. Sometimes I act naughty on purpose just to make him fuck me harder or more rough because I really enjoy sex more when there’s a good beating involved or when I’m being manhandled!

Slavery Phone Sex poking the Ghosts

Slavery Phone SexMaster has learned about ghost hunting. He wants to so bad to see something to experience something outside his control since everyone and everything in his life falls to his domination. The ghost haunting he is talking about though is different than cassette tapes and thermal cameras. He wants to feel them himself and so he’s going to piss them off enough to retaliate against him or her. I don’t know why he’s working so hard to walk into danger but… This scares me so badly and I know I can’t say no. So we went to Georgia to this house that was known as a plantation house. One that was horrible to slaves, many died after they were tortured to death and had been converted into a museum by one of the surviving ancestors of one of the slaves… I don’t think he’d be happy if he knew what Master wanted to do after the tour and the stories of the atrocities that occurred but Master paid a lot of money for us to spend the night alone inside this home and as the owner left and we were truly alone. He grabbed his toy bag and we went to the basement. An area that was once used as a dungeon as it still had rusty metal shackles on the wall. He took his skein of rope and tied me to these shackles and I felt a shiver run through me. Almost as if fingers running over my hair and as if trying to comfort me an old song getting stuck in my head that I didn’t realize was there until I heard Master ask me “What the fuck are you humming?” and I looked over my shoulder at him surprised. “I don’t know Sir…” he grinned. Realizing that maybe the spirits he so badly wanted to feel were already toying with me, I imagine he thought they were scratching and hurting me rather than the gentle caresses and touches that shivered through my body. He pulled out a flogger with thick leather falls. One to warm me up rather than hurt me but I didn’t know of the modifications he made. The small metal claws he added to the end of each fall and he hit me hard. Not warming me up and making me scream as I felt those metal claws slash across my back. I could feel the air go from warm and comforting to tense and felt a soft brush of air across my cheek as if trying to wipe away tears. Then another hit from Master. I screamed, gripping the ropes hard as I let my weight be supported by the old shackles. I started to sing to myself “Hush little baby…” whack! Another hard hit and scream as he laughed behind me. The words kept coming as if against my will. “Don’t say a word…” I sang softly under my breath as I heard the scrape of something hard against the brick floor. He screamed, “Come at me you fuckers. Or I’ll be her back raw!” I could already feel the blood running down my back. I saw from the corner of my eye his arm reach up ready to hit me again. Then there was a thump before he could hit me again. He screamed this time and I turned to watch him as he scrabbled to grip the bricks. Hold himself in the room near me, even gripping for my ankles for me to help him as unseen hands dragged him from me towards a cell that was only 10-15 feet away from me. He couldn’t reach me and I couldn’t help him and as they dragged him into the room the door slam closed behind him. I watched that door, waiting for him to come out as the room turned cold around me. “Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…”

Big Daddy King is the King of My Pussy

submissive phone sexEvery time Big Daddy King calls me, my pussy drips at the sound of his voice saying, “Hello Cassandra.” He owns me mind, body and spirit. I was out of town for the holidays and missed my sugar daddy so much. But, I have all our hot times together to remember. When I start thinking of BDK and the anaconda, I slip my hands into my diamond encrusted thong with his initials on it that he had made especially for me. I start rubbing my pussy thinking about how huge his cock is and how it makes me squeal with delight every time I see it. No man has ever made me cum harder than Big Daddy King. No man will make me cum as hard as he does either. Impossible. BDK spoils me so much. Not just with his monster anaconda either. He spoils me with his time and money too. He takes me on shopping trips. He pampers me with spa days. He rolls out the red carpet treatment every time we go out to eat or to a club. Seriously, I feel like a queen when I am with the King. My friends are so jealous that I have the affections of such a powerful, handsome and hung man. He is a celebrity. He is a king. He is THE KING. The king of my world. The king of my pussy. I have done nothing but masturbate thinking of our hot times together. Our last time together, he spared no expense. He never does for his favorite bimbos. I got lavished with more jewels and fine champagne, but the best part of any date with Big Daddy King is playing with the anaconda. No other cock can compare. There is black cock then there is Big Daddy King cock. I was bent over a railing of a balcony overlooking an amazing view when the biggest, bestest cock entered me from behind. I let out a squeal of delight that could be heard in the next county. I cum the moment The King enters his bimbo queen’s pussy.  His nut sauce is my addiction. I can’t get enough of my Big Daddy King and the anaconda.

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Laying here in my bed completely naked looking in the mirror over my bed. Examining every curve of my luscious body. I’m so sexy. I just adore myself.  I start to rub my luscious breasts. I smile at the mirror as though it was another person.I’m admiring my beauty from afar. I let my fingers drift further down my soft body. As I start to play with my wet swollen clit, enjoying every feeling it gave me to just relax and feel myself. Fuck myself.  The excitement I feel right now,  I know that no one  could ever appreciate me like I do myself. I’m amazing!! I start to tickle my g-spot and I know I’m about to cum. I continue to rub my soaking wet cunt,  as my body is shaking and my juices are releasing. I open my eyes and make eye contact with myself in the mirror. I give myself a look of approval. I just made the best love to myself. Like always i know what I want. And, of course what I need.

No One Quite Like My Uncle…

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My uncle came to visit recently and was shocked to see how much I’ve grown since the last time we were able to play! I assured him that I was still his little cock loving princess but he wanted to make sure that I was still able to take a good pounding and fingering the way he always loved to give me. We met up in his room later that night and all I wore was my short little sleep shirt with nothing underneath. As soon as he saw me, he brought me down to sit in his lap and feel his throbbing hard dick against my bare pussy lips. His hands tightened around my small waist as he pulled me against his chest roughly to lay my back against his chest as his fingers dove down roughly between my pussy lips to thrust deeply into my pussy. He made me bite down on my lip to silence my moans once he started thrusting harder making me buck my hips wildly. Up until that moment I had forgotten how much I missed how rough and perfect my uncle is with my wet bald pussy! His fingers know my pussy and know just how to move to make me squirt all over his fingers and all over his cock that pressed eagerly against my ass. His hands lifted me briefly before letting me fall back down right on top of his erect dick! It slide all the way into my ass quickly and I cried out as I came all over myself. There’s no one quite like your beloved uncle to fuck you just right!

Phone Sex Whore

phone sex Phone sex is a hot way to explore your fetishes and kinks. I have been in the adult industry since I was 18, so I am a natural for this kind of work. I have done nude modeling. I have been a stripper.  I have escorted. I have even dabbled in some fetish porn, mostly BDSM and ass rape porn kind of stuff. I am a submissive phone whore because I am submissive in my non phone life. I see a man. I mean a real man. One who looks very masculine and has a huge cock. I go weak. I want to serve him anyway I can. That is usually on my knees or on my back. I was doing some last minute shopping last night before I head out of town for the holidays. The grocery store was crazy to say the least. I mean insane crazy. This one guy was following me around like a lost puppy dog, but he was nowhere close to my definition of a real man. A real man intervened, however. Pulled his dick right out of his pants in the meat aisle and told my stalker, “No way you have anything like this in your pants.” The little loser scampered away knowing he was well out of his league. Now this guy’s cock was no BDK cock, but it was at least 10 inches and made me swoon. I fell to my knees, oblivious to my public surroundings like I was brain washed to suck every big dick I see. Maybe I was ! No one seemed to mind a blonde buxom bimbo giving head in aisle 22. In fact a small gathering surrounded us.  I think some were waiting their turn. I am a submissive slut, but its only big cock that makes me do anything.

My New Farmer Friend

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I went for a drive today out in the country and came across a produce stand. I haven’t seen one of those in many years, and some fresh veggies sounded really good. I turned my car around and pulled up to the stand. To my pleasant surprise, I saw a tall, handsome, strapping man standing there asking me how he could help me with the cutest little country twang to his voice that made me melt. He had a smile that left me almost speechless. But his eyes, I saw them wander down across my tits, then all the way down my body admiring me from head to toe. I was immediately wet, and could only think about jumping behind the bales of hay and fucking him silly.

As I told him what veggies that I wanted and asked him the price, I could feel my face flushing as I nearly melted under his intense stare. He laughed and said that maybe we could work something out. Taking the opportunity, I cooed at him and started unbuttoning my shirt. I made my way around the table and he kissed me immediately and yanked me right down behind one of those bales of hay I had been looking at. Our clothes came off in a flurry and I just couldn’t wait to feel his large cock in my mouth. I had been grinding on it for the past few minutes and it was impressive.

When his pants finally came off, I pounced on it and sucked him all the way down relishing in how good it felt. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. Not wanting him to cum without fucking me, I laid down and spread my legs nice and wide for him, inviting him in. He fucked me like a young farmer stud, I’m still wet just thinking about it.

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I had been walking around town late yesterday evening, enjoying the temperature changes, and the changes mother nature herself was painting on the world. I got caught up looking at nature, and didn’t notice the group of men walking up behind me until they were right on top of me. They sort of surrounded me, slowly guiding my path around an abandoned building.

They stripped me bare right there in the open with only the building for coverage on one side. I was glad they hadn’t ripped my clothes, I would at least be able to cover up to get home. They shoved me roughly to the ground and started taking turns with my mouth, shoving their cocks so deeply that it hurt. My eyes couldn’t help but leak tears at the abuse. My hands were dragged up to waiting cocks, and I had to stroke them or risk bodily harm, which is really bad in my industry.

They finally came around to the fucking part. One man lay down on the ground, like it was some great sacrifice he was making, and pulled me down over his waiting shaft. He was so big that it stretched me out, and I couldn’t help but moan. They all laughed, joking about how much of a whore I was, and how I was enjoying this. That was, apparently, all they needed. Cocks weren’t eased into me so much as jammed hard, like I was just some sex doll. They fucked me hard, and I know they ripped me a in few places, I can still feel the skin trying to heal.