When my youngest bratty bitch breaks our rules and goes out drinking with her friends, we teach her a lesson just like millions of parents have done before us and pull out a bottle of booze for her to swill down while we watch, then make her have forced intoxication phone sex with some perv while we play with her passed out pussy.
This is how it always goes; she stays out past curfew drinking and doing god knows what with god knows who, then expects us to not only be fine with it, but to cater to her every hungover want and need the next day. Fuck that, it was cute the first time, but got to be a nuisance really quickly, so we decided to take action.
After school let out, she started partying every night. A few weeks ago, she stumbled in all glassy eyed a few hours past when she was to be home and staggered back to her bedroom without even noticing my husband and I were up watching her. We silently followed her with a bottle of vodka and a few shot glasses in hand and, just as she laid her head on her pillow, invited her to have a nightcap with us before bed. She didn’t want to but, of course, we insisted.
After slamming a couple of shooters each, she completely blacked the fuck out! We decided, as good parents, that our next step in proper punishment should be exploitation, so we peeled her clothes back and started taking pictures and videos of her. We pawed at her skin and pinched her nipples, even slapped her cunt until it was good and red. She just moaned a bit and snored her way through it. I sent the pics and vids out to all of the crazy cocks in my contact list and got just the response I was looking for. All of them absolutely loved it and wanted to see more, so we started finger fucking her and munching on her unconscious holes. She let out a couple more moans and groans, which gave me the idea to call up my favorite part time prick to let him hear all of the action. It made him so happy!
I just put my phone right by her head and had my hubby go to town on her bald little beaver and balloon knot of a butthole. He started out by shoving his fingers inside of her, all four in her cunt at first, massaging her teen g-spot, then working his pinky and ring finger into her brown round to get them good and stretched out for his cock. Every time she moaned or breathed sharply, my phone friend did the same. I could hear him whacking his wonderful fuck rod over the sounds of my husband shoving himself into her unknowing holes over and over again. What an amazing sound!
When he was all done with her, he covered her face with his cum and made sure that I got some great shots of it for the upcoming part of our plan. The next day, she didn’t even remember she had seen us when she got home. She zombie walked her way into the kitchen around 1:30 in the afternoon talking about how she felt like she had been hit by a truck. I gave her a cup of coffee and my husband and I each sat on either side of her and flipped out our phones so we could show her our evening.
Needless to say, she was mortified… At first. The sight of her parents using her drunken body to get themselves and their friends off made her straighten up her act for, maybe, ten days or so. Then she went back to breaking rules and not giving a shit. Even seeing her dad’s load oozing and dripping off of her face wasn’t enough to keep her in line for long. We repeated the punishment and the next day, she walked into the kitchen, made her own coffee and sat beside us. Holding out her hand, she said “So show me the pictures.” and took a long sip of her hangover remedy.











I was on top for some furious Fetish Phone Sex, riding him into my luxurious couch – a gift from a previous boy treating me to his hard-earned bank account – with my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips, my tits bouncing into his face and a hunger in my eyes. He held my tight slim body against him, sliding right up my slippery cunt again and again with a sense of desire I simply couldn’t help but take pride in during the greatest heat of sex. I was in an animalistic state, following his directions, grinding myself onto his massive cock, and stretching myself out while struggling to breathe. Later I knew he’d call my efforts cute and bouncy, but right that moment all I wanted him to call them was fucking primal. Unlike his wife, girlfriend, and bitchy exes I wanted to give him exactly what he needed and nothing less, just Hardcore Phone Sex. I was begging for him to let me show him the best time of his life and I was so greedily horny when he agreed. Soaking is one word to call folds so wet they made squishy sounds when I moved. If he had second thoughts at that point I’d have told him it was too late. He couldn’t lift my fat ass hard enough to stop me from fucking at that point, there was no return and he knew it as well as I did. All I wanted from him was to keep stuffing my cunt so full of cock I’d be able to taste his cum when he shot off. He lifted his hands from my hips to grab and squeeze my tits, comparing them to his wife’s no doubt, and by the glint of joy in his eyes, finding them an amazing replacement. They’re grand, overwhelmingly shapely, and sizable to match. They’re unfair, and I’m a whore, not a slouch. My tits are elastic, bouncy, and worth fucking until they’re red, sore, and covered in a potent stream of cum. If after this I wasn’t in store for Big tit fucking, I was gonna be sorely disappointed.





