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Play with my pretty panties

adult phone chatI must admit, I have somewhat of a thing for being played with through my panties when I am on adult phone chat. Ok, not somewhat, a MASSIVE thing for it! I just love the feel of firm fingers brushing, toying, and rubbing my perfect little pussy through my pretty little panties! The feeling of the fabric gives so much of an extra sensation to every motion it drives me wild! As soon as I feel the first finger strokes over my little clit, I start soaking the lace completely. Even if it’s my own fingers, feeling first the light scrape of my nails over my hood, then the firmer strokes opening my cunt lips inside the panties, and using the slight texture of the lace to massage my clit to it’s full hardness. Leaving a thumb over my nub, i spread two fingers around the narrow crotch of the fabric, and work them, and it, deep into my tight fuckhole, feeling my juices flow down my wrist and drip onto my bed. Licking my honey from my fingers, oh how I love the flavor, and Imagine some strong hands in place of mine. I would go into orbit with a hot mouth to lick and suck my tits while rubbing my little kitty, especially if he had a nice, hard cock for me to throat fuck.

I can see it now, we would come over, and over, and over again.

Won’t you cum with me?

Pain Slut Phone Sex meets Piano Wire

Pain Slut Phone SexRoofies are a hell of a drug. Especially when you wake up with your hands cuffed behind your back and sharp pains running across your stomach, ribs, thighs, and breasts. It felt as if I was being held up by knifes but as open my eyes. Try to force them to focus beyond the drug haze that had covered them. It took awhile to realize I was staring at a floor. It was concreted made brown with dirty and there were scuff marks from boots all around me. I tried to look down to see the bed I was on, but there was nothing under me. I didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense, I could feel the pressure underneath me as if I was laying on a bed of nails. I tried to look up behind me and cried out as I felt that sharp pain digging into me intensify so badly that my vision turned white until I forced myself to relax again. The pain didn’t go away but it wasn’t as if I was being sliced by hundreds of razors at once. I found myself panting as I recollected my brain working hard not to shift and get more comfortable as anytime a muscle flexed or moved it’d cause that sharp awful pain. I try to recollect what I saw before my vision turned and I remember a spiderweb. Nothing but thin silver lines moving from around me and into the ceiling but that didn’t make sense either and I just can’t understand. Then I heard the crunch of dirt being ground into concrete. The heavy footsteps of someone in boots walked towards me. I waited to see the person who had captured me but they never appeared in front of me and then I felt something soft, gentle, and evil across the sole of my foot. I gasped, laughing, as I instinctively tried to pull my foot away from whatever the soft item was. The pain was so intense that shot through me, my vision went white as I felt razor blades all over my body. A hard hand gripping my ankle and holding my foot still as the soft item went away to fingers. The hard fingers digging into the sensitive curve of my foot forcing me to laugh and scream as I jerk, pull away, and squirm against my bindings. I can feel them digging harder and harder into me. I feel what is almost a pop in some areas as the pain goes to an entirely new level. My frayed nerves extra sensitive from the abuse allowing me to feel the dripping blood from those popped sections. The sound of the blood dripping onto the floor was so loud to my ears. Even over my sobbing laughter. He wouldn’t let up though, his fingers just switching from one foot to the other, driving me mad. I couldn’t even beg for him to stop all my air went into crying, laughing, and sobbing. I felt like I was going to pass out and didn’t even realize how sick this was all making me until I felt the burn of stomach acid in my throat and seeing the mess I made on the floor. He stopped, still never saying a word to me as he walked around me. Stopping in front of me he pulled my hair pulling my head up. My face was red, my eyes full of tears and flowing, and even snot uncontrolled down my face. I flinched as he spoke. His voice hard and deep like gravel and wolf growls. “You made a mess slut.” He pulled me forward by my head, rocking me on whatever torture device he had put me on making me whimper and scream again. He pulled my face into his hard jeans. I could feel his hard cock as he ground the rough cloth against my face scratching it with his zipper and the metal button as he promised to me. “I’m going to have fun with you whore. Especially making you clean this up. Now open your mouth and beg me for my cock.”

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…”

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies – Disgusting!

Rape phne sex fantasiesAs I was shopping the other day, I had to go to the restroom. I was on my monthly, and I wanted to make sure I was keeping clean and fresh. I had no idea I was being followed until the bathroom door slammed shut behind me. He drug the big trashcan in front of the door to block anyone else from coming in right away, and proceeded to stalk me to the nearest stall. I couldn’t close it fast enough, and he quickly had my pants and panties down, running his fingers through my gash. He felt that little string, and I could see this twisted look of pleasure cross his face. He unplugged me and ran his fingers up inside of me, dropping the used tampon on the floor in the process. I gagged, and that made him laugh. He pushed harder up inside of me, and when he pulled his fingers back out, they were coated in red, and it was dripping down his hand toward his wrist. He had his cock out and inside of me before I could say a word, lifting my one leg with that nasty hand, causing me to gag and try not to throw up in his face. He pounded into me hard, fast, and furiously. He came and pulled out to find his cock and inner thighs covered in my blood. He laughed then, and then backhanded me just before I threw up at the feeling of all that cum and blood and clots gushing out of me onto the floor. He cleaned himself up and left me there to deal with the mess on my own.

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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.

Exhibitionist Phone Sex Gets Rough

He called me up, invited me over for dinner. We’d done this a few times before; I knew what he really wanted. So, I dressed to the nines in some of my finest. I showed up via car service at his front stair, and he was outside waiting for me. He opened my door, and handed me out onto the pavement with a quick peck on the cheek and a compliment.Exhibitionist phone sex

He escorted me the entire way up the stairs, but before we made it completely to his door, he stopped me, turned me around, and bent me over the stair railing. As I am looking straight down this stair-well, seeing clear to the bottom floor, his hands slide up the insides of my thighs. If I hadn’t been breathless from looking at that drop, I certainly was by that point. Then, he terrified me. He lifted my hips up, leaving me relying on my own upper body strength to keep myself from tumbling to my death. I struggled just to take a breath, now, and when I felt his hands start to lower me, I started to sigh in relief, only to have my ass lifted into the air again. This time, when he settled me, I still couldn’t start to catch my breath, as he set me straight down on his cock. He filled me right up, and he stole my breath away for still more moments. By the time I could breathe again, I was breathless with all the exhilaration, and my cunt was flooded, aching for the orgasm he was driving me to. I couldn’t wait. I wrapped my legs behind his and started fucking him back for all I was worth, bringing us both over the edge to our mutual climax.

Everyone Loves A Dominate Tranny

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“Take that cock like you mean it sissy bitch!” I screamed as I plowed my cock into that tight twink asshole. For the second time this week I brought home a sexy little sissy whore from the club. My favorite type of man to fuck is the kind that thinks I’m a woman at first until I grind my hard cock against their ass while dancing. This one was a little more hesitant than most so of course I had to break that ass in and show him what he really needs in his sex life. I tied his pathetic little hands behind his back and forced him into a kneeling position on my bed with his ass primed and ready for my throbbing cock! I can last as long as I want before cumming so I really made his ass sore for an hour nonstop. He was sniveling and crying like a little bitch at first but then he was whimpering for more and for me to fill that tight little ass up. By the time I was done plowing into him, his hole was gaping open and oozing my cum! I know he’ll be back again, they always come back for more of me.

Hot phone sex Sabrina

adult phone chatI love adult phone chat, it lets me tell all my dirty little secret stories!

This tall, tanned, sexy guy move in next door this last week. I’ve been watching his hard body moving boxes with ease, and even from across the street I can tell he’s got one hell of a package! I have got to get me some of that.

So I dolled up in my sexy furry boots, my suede skirt, and my fuzzy button up hoodie with nothing underneath, and of course crotch-less panties. I love how they frame and accentuate my little clit. I took a plate of some cookies I baked, still warm and gooey just like my pussy was getting the more I thought about fucking this guy.

He invited me in, and we stood in the living room a moment happily making small talk. Oh but I could see the bulge in his pants growing, threatening to tear right out of his jeans.

When he asked me if I’d like to sit own, I accepted, and after leaning back and getting comfortable, I uncrossed my legs for him and I thought he was going to jizz in his pants right there. His face flushed a bit, his jaw dropped, and I could see his mouth watering.

I didn’t have to ask him to come taste me more than once. He dropped to his knees, staring at my little slit like it was a precious treasure. He was so very skilled with his tongue, teasing my juices out and driving me wild. It was time for me to take control.

I threw him down on the couch, climbed on him, and impaled myself on his huge cock. Oh his thick rod gaped my cunt so nicely!

I fucked the hell out of him for hours, both of us reaching screaming orgasms over, and over again!

Looks like my turkey will be well basted this Thanksgiving hehehehe!

Cuckolding Phone Sex Sexy Step Mom

cuckolding phone sexCuckolding phone sex is one of those things you may not think is fun, but once you do it, you can’t stop. I started posting blogs about how I cuckold my husband with his sons and garnered a fan base of little cuckolds chomping at the bit to fluff some young hung teen boys. I think it is extra humiliating for a man to have to suck young cock, especially cock that calls him daddy. My step sons have long been the men of our house. Just like I am sure your son is the real man of your house. Think about it. Do your son and wife seem flirty? Does he pay her a lot of attention; compliment her constantly? Does she seem to look nice when he is around, but could care less about her appearance for you? I bet you have noticed that she is leaving sexy lingerie around too. Face it, your son is taking care of his mother. Good boys need to step up when daddy is a loser like you with a tiny dick. Or in my situation, a broke down cock that no longer gets hard. My step sons made it clear that they could take care of me better than their daddy. They were not fools. They knew a sexy mature woman in her sexual prime needed well fucked daily. It was our dirty little secret from daddy for a few years, but then the boys loved the notion of humiliating their father. The first time I watched them  force their daddy to suck their boy cocks was wicked hot. Two teen boys dominating and humiliating their father like that was sexy to me. I bet the idea of being submissive to your son turns you on too. I am a seasoned cuckold phone sex slut wife. Let me help you be a cuckold to your son.

Sexy surfing

phone sex fetishIt’s been so cold here lately, I had to go back and think of warmer times! Last summer when I was visiting Florida, I was invited out to sail and surf in a private little cove. This tall, muscle-packing babe with a great cock took me out on his big board. The sun felt so good, but his cock felt even better! I couldn’t stop looking at his sleek, shining body, I needed him inside of me, and now! While he was turned away I slipped off my bikini and laied spread, with my fingers already in my tight little cunny.

hot phonesexHis face was happily shocked, and his dick instantly at full attention. Oh, and his rod was so sweet when he slid it down my throat! I could taste his precum dripping onto my tongue as his cock got harder, and harder.

I just had to get fucked by this hard, sexy rod! I rolled over on all fours, and begged him to fuck my holes! I thought he’d go right for my puffy pussy like any other guy would, but he pleasantly surprised me by ramming his hammer deep into my puckered little asshole, gaping it wide all in one shove! I almost came right then and there. Over and over again he fucked my ass harder, and faster. I thought he’d fill me up with a big load of his cum right then, but he pulled out.

adult phone chatHe threw me over on my back, slamming my knees high up over my shoulders, and plowed his cock deep in my pussy. That’s all it took, I came, and came, and came! Squiarting all over the both of us in my orgasm, and his followed shortly after, surging load after load into my cunny.

Turns out, I fucking love surfing!