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Small Cock Humiliation Phone Sex
Sometimes I feel like a fetish piece.
Like the only reason men want me is for my tits. They are huge, natural, and oh so fun to play with. A lot of guys want to play but not offer me anything in return. I know it’s petty but a man has to offer me either great sex and a big cock or at least a fat wallet.
These sad little men with tiny cocks want to fuck me but what they can do?
What’s the point of letting a man fuck me though if their cock can’t even fit through my tit’s and reach my mouth. Or fuck me so hard and deep that I can feel you trying to push into my womb?
Just admit, in that case the only thing that a man is good for is spoiling.
I being spoiled almost as much as I love getting fucked. Buy me clothes, give me money, pay for me and my fuck toys to go out and have dates. Maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll bring you home a desert. Wouldn’t you love to taste the sweet creampie I have for you.
After all you did pay for it.
Cock Control Mistress
He knocked on my door looking like sin – all silk and dark colors. The sight of him drove me wild, and I couldn’t help myself. I yanked him inside, stripped him down to nothing before he could say another word. I decided right then and there that cock control was the order of the night. I had him lie down on my bed, and I began to caress him all over, massaging his muscles, and teasing his erogenous zones. His moans only encouraged me. He complained about my not being naked, but I just smacked the inside of his thigh near his sack hard enough to sting and told him that I wouldn’t tolerate any lip service. I started my cock control by stroking his cock and balls with my hands, massaging, squeezing, giving just enough pressure to really make him wish that he was inside of me. Next, I added tongue and mouth to the mix, sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling on his member and sack. I drove him to the brink many times like that, only to pull him back with unpleasant sensations the moment I knew he was close. Finally, I climbed on top of him and slid my pussy down his cock, my dress still covering my torso. I rode him hard and fast, again, just until he was about to cum, before stopping and pinching areas that would drive him back from the brink. I rode him like that until he was begging me to let him get off. I finally relented and let him cum DEEP inside of me. He really loves my cock control!
Haunted Fantasy Phone Sex
Fantasy phone sex? Many of my black cock callers think that being a black cock faggot is a fantasy, but it is not. White men sucking on big black dicks happens all the time. I am talking about things that don’t happen in the real world. I had an out of this world encounter a few years ago that still turns me on. I was house sitting for a friend in her old Victorian home in downtown Chicago. The house had a haunted legacy. Even though Illinois was a free state, the rumor was that the original owner at the turn of the century had black house servants that he didn’t treat so well. In fact, the predominant rumor was that the owner killed his black man servant when he discovered he was sleeping with his wife and buried his body in the basement. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but if a house was going to be haunted by a black ghost who liked white women, that was my kind haunting.
Other than odd noises that all old houses make, nothing out of the ordinary happened the first night. I was rather disappointed. Night two, however, was a different story. Not only did I hear something, I felt something. Something dragged me out of the bed and tied me to the stairwell banister. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I felt myself being whipped. I know the feel of a black cock on my body. I am not a submissive woman, except when it comes to those big black cocks. This world or the netherworld, it doesn’t matter. I found myself bound and gagged getting fucked by a big black dick I couldn’t see. I was begging for more. I woke up the next morning back in the bed wondering if it at been a hot dream. But, when I realized I had cum in my pussy and restraint marks, I knew the ghost stories that had long plagued my friend’s house were true.
Even a black ghost fucked my pussy better than my husband.
Hot Phonesex: What’s Your Secret?
Your seeking something really filthy in a hot phonesex experience and wish to push the envelope. Some of my favorite calls are those really filthy and deranged ones where we just pull out all the stops and you get to go to town on some hot young snatch.
The best part of having a filthy little cocksucking phone sex slutkin of a daughter is that I love to watch. I love to assist my boyfriends in deflowering my sweet ones naughty holes. Your really not going to shock me in what you want to do with that filthy phone sex fetish of a slutkin whore I have.
If you like young sweet pussy and love the idea of a mother letting men have their way with her offspring then do not hesitate to call!
Slave Training Phone Sex Between a Tree and a Hard Place
Apparently I did something to earn my Master’s ire.
I was taken to the middle of the forest with some of Master’s closest friends and told me that it was time for my “Slave Training Phone Sex regimens.” I didn’t really understand what they meant but I’m fairly certain they would let me know.
First they stripped me naked, one man holding my arms back as the others smacked my tits, ass, and pussy. Some hitting over my kidneys just to remind me what a pain slut I was and to mix some bad pain in with the good.
Once they had their giggles at my jiggling flesh they pushed me up against a tree. The rough bark scratching at my back as they moved onto the next step in their Slave Training Phone Sex regimen. “What do you say about being tied to a tree slut?” one of Master’s friends sneered at me. I blinked, looking at him surprised. Master was mean but he was never cruel for the sake of it. “I… “ I took too long to answer. The man slapped me hard across the face as my Master laughed.
I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision was cloudy with tears. They took out their rope of choice and I was scared to see that it was barbed wire. I could feel those metal teeth digging into my skin and they laughed as they tugged at the metal. Slapping and hitting me again, trying to make me move out of the way of their hands and into the teeth of the wire.
“What does a slut say when she’s asked if she wants to be tied to a tree?” He prompted again and right away I answered “Thank you sir. Yes sir.” he laughed, and patted my cheek. I noticed the others had pulled a small box with them and opening it revealed a set of needles and jewelries. My master with nitrite gloves on pulled and pinched my nipples. Making them hard as he smiled at me. “Ready for the next step in your Slave Training Phone Sex regimen?” he asked with care. I was afraid, and he could see it in my eyes as I looked from the man who had slapped me back to him. “Yes sir…” and with that they took the wide needle, one man pulling my nipple taut as the other pierced through the sensitive flesh making me scream out as they put a hoop through it. The the other, then my clit… I didn’t feel like I consented to any of it… And all it did was make me afraid of the men surrounding me. Even as they told me how good I did and what a perfect slut I was.
Fetish Phone Sex Dripping Away
My Master is amazing me at turning me into a Fetish Phone Sex whore.
He strapped me back to the table, tying down my wrists and ankles before putting a blindfold over my eyes and ear buds playing some bass heavy music that filled my ears. All I had left was my sense of smell and touch.
I wasn’t sure what to expect and my body was tense with the expectation of unsure pain and gasped when I felt something soft and silky run over my jaw line. Moving down my neck and between my tits and over my stomach. I giggled and squirmed as the soft thing kept running over my sides and ribs.
The thing sent little tingles through my body which made the quick removal of the soft tingles and the sharp quick pain of what I knew was a cane going across my nipples. Then my stomach and over my pussy. Whack, whack, whack!
Until I was squirming and wiggling, whimpering and crying. I could feel the burn lingering before the sharp little pokes tickling over the hot stinging making the tickling even worse than with the first thing he used.
When he pulled the wheel away I tensed up again. Nerves on fire with both pleasure and pain I was almost afraid of what he would do next and then I felt it. Hot little drip, drip, drips of fire across my skin. I pulled at my bindings trying to get away from the hot little drips. They seemed to come from everywhere.
I heard him laugh even over the music as he drips the wax directly onto my pussy. I cried out, my back arching as I danced for him. Not sure how long he was going to keep doing this to me.
BDSM Phone Sex Master’s new Toys
He strapped me to a table my arms outstretched and my legs forced open. He started with a slow massage, rubbing scented oil into my skin. Showing me a sharpened scalpel he held the blade against my cheek. He grinned at me as I gasped, feeling the cold metal against my cheek as he slid the blade oh so softly down my skin, over my neck, chest, tits, and over my stomach. He stopped with that sharp point right against my clit.
He just barely nicked the sensitive nub of nerves with that scalpel just once before he took a little egg, securing it against the clit. The slow stem of blood making the clit so much more sensitive. The trickle of blood mixing with my own flowing fluid. He took a toy that wasn’t like a dildo I’d seen before. It was pink, wide, and long. It had two black pads that had a wire that connected to a large black box. He then connected that to his phone and pressed a button and I felt little electric tremors of pleasure running straight from my pussy through the rest of my body.
It was intense and amazing and I came in seconds. Then he put clamps on my nipples, a plug up my ass, and oh my god sensation everywhere.
It just kept building and building, I couldn’t control it and just kept cumming and cumming.
Then, he changes the file and dripped red candle wax on my skin and just sent me over yet again…
I think this is my favorite of all the toys he’s showed me lately and I can’t wait to play with it again.
2 Girl Phone Sex my beautiful Belle
She is so beautiful, sexy, and her pussy is the sweetest I’d ever tasted.
I was in love, well, at least lust with her and it made my pussy so wet just to hear her cum.
The first time we were alone together we had such a slow, sexy, and romantic fucking.
We had kissed, touched, slowly peeled our clothes from each other’s bodies. Tasting and licking each other over every inch of each other. Sucking on each other’s nipples and biting each other’s tits. She had a vibrator that she ran over her my tits and nipples. Teasing it over my clit and pussy before fucking me with it until I came. She ground that vibrator against my g-spot and made me squirt all over my beautiful Belle.
I pulled her up, kissing and tasting myself on her tongue. Licking all my cum off of her face and neck. Sucking and biting against her neck, leaving my marks on her to let other know that for now she is mine.
I took the vibrator from her. Biting and sucking on her nipple as I held it against her clit, making her write, scream, and arch against my hand. I made her beg for release. Fucking her hard and fast with the toy as my fingers press and circle on her clit.
It was amazing when she came, she arched her back. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came. Soaking my bed and hands with her sweet nectar as she came. I moved the toy and fingers away from her clit and pussy. Collapsing on the bed as she breathed hard, trying hard to catch her breath.
I want to make her cum again, but had to let her recover.
She really was a Belle.