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Tease and Denial Phone Sex with Size Queen Brooklyn

My husband has a small cock. I didn’t marry him for his dick obviously. But, he not only lets me have lovers, he encourages it. So he is a keeper. Sometimes he watches, sometimes he doesn’t. But, he is older and just can’t get off like he use to.  Well the other night, I came home and I was well fucked. Both holes got it good and hard. I showed him my creampies and let him be a good fluffer boy and clean me out. He asked me why my holes were gaping open so much and I explained that my lover had a coke bottle thick cock. And a cock that thick stretches a woman out. He inquired if that felt good for me. I told, “Honey you can’t imagine how intense the cum is getting fucked by something that thick.” His little pencil dick could never give that kind of cum.

He wanted to stroke his cock while cleaning me up, but I was feeling particularly deviant that day and I denied him. “My pleasure is your pleasure, and that is all you need tonight,” I told him. I know it frustrated him, but I can’t let him cum whenever he wants or he will not learn to appreciate his orgasms. Boys of all ages need to learn control of their cocks. They masturbate too often, then wonder why they can’t cum for a woman. It’s up to women like me to take control of a man’s orgasm and let them know when and how they may ejaculate. I sent him to bed with blue balls and said if he was a good boy, I may let him cum in the morning. I came and that is all that mattered.

I woke up in the middle of the night and I heard strange moaning. Not like arousal moaning, almost like pain  moaning. I get up to go see what is going on, not at all happy about being  woke up. I find my husband in his bathroom masturbating with a coke bottle up his ass. I ask him what the fuck he is doing when I told him he couldn’t pleasure himself tonight. This kinda violation will get him cut off my from creampies for a week. He tries to tell me he wanted to know how it felt to have something that thick inside him because he wanted to cum as hard as I did earlier with my coke bottle thick lover’s cock. I couldn’t believe he not only ignored my instructions, but he actually thought a coke bottle would feel as good as a thick throbbing cock. Idiot. I ordered him to remove the bottle and stop trying to get off. “You are not worthy enough to cum; hell you might not be worthy enough to cum again for months” I smirked.

He tries to pull the coke bottle out of his ass, but it won’t budge. I am laughing hysterically. So my loser husband has a tiny clit stick and a big old coke bottle lodged up his ass. “This is your just punishment for disobeying your hot, superior wife,” I inform him. I told him I didn’t care if it ever came out because  his dick is worthless to me. Hell it’s worthless to anyone. He begged for help. Promised to be a good boy and do whatever I wanted. I’ve heard that before. He is good for awhile, then his love for jacking off supersedes his love and loyalty to me. He obviously needs more discipline. I teased his little dickie, got it hard while he was in pain because I am just that hot. Then I left him high and dry with a hard dick and a coke bottle up his ass. I tossed him a jar of Vaseline and said, “Get it out yourself moron. If you had listened to me, we’d both be asleep.”

I then went back to my room and got on the internet and started researching chastity cages. My hubby obviously doesn’t get the whole I’m in charge of his orgasms  thing, so his tiny worthless pecker is getting locked up and only I will have the key. That will teach him to touch himself without my permission.

Humiliation Phone Sex With My 440

When I saw this old car my pussy started gushing. I could hear that big block 440 purring, with bored out ports, hooker headers, a 650 double pump carburetor. I would be able to run this bitch on any strip and take all the young punk’s money and/or pink slips for their silly little newer cars with their lift kits and air shocks. When the tow truck pulled into the club house and unloaded her at the garage, I couldn’t wait to get grease under my finger nails and dig into her. I lifted the hood and began to disconnect wires so I could hook the wench to the engine and pull her out. Taking her apart and putting her back together was going to be fun, and I kept thinking of things I wanted to do, a high performance cam shaft right down the center of her….yeah sweet. I crawled under her and found yarn wrapped around the front of the transmission where it met the engine. What in the world was this shit about? I got her hooked up and the engine out and then I found a pair of nail clippers holding the choke open. What the fuck? Whoever had this baby was a fucking idiot. All I could think of was how sweet she would be when I was done and how the cherry on my hot fudge sundae would be the first pink slip I pulled with her on the strip. I love the look of defeat in a young bucks eyes when this Hot Latin Queen takes his baby. The devastation is orgasmic!

Smoking Fetish Phone Sex with Cassandra: Human Ashtray

I walked into his bar; not sure what to expect as I’m never allowed in Master’s place of business. I thought I was waiting in the car like a good girl, so sneaked a smoke break. He must have known I would be naughty without his watchful eye. Master could smell the smoke on me when I entered the bar and he was not pleased. Only he is allowed to smoke, but never me. A good slave should be seen, never heard and certainly never smelled. I saw Master from behind the bar and I knew what his hand signal meant. I got down on my knees and crawled to him with my lit cigarette in my mouth. When I reached his feet, he removed the cigarette from my mouth and I opened my mouth wide. First, I got a hard slap across the face; then he put the lit cigarette out on my tongue.

Master reached in his pocket for a lighter and pulled it out to light another cigarette. When it was lit, he drew in a long drag and blew the smoke in my face, which was followed by a hard slap. I inhaled deeply his smoke with every drag he took, and said “I’m sorry Sir, with every smack I received. Every time he smacked my face, he called me his “Pretty Ashtray.” I am happy to be his pretty human ashtray. After all, I was born to belong to men, to be used by men, to serve men. How would you like to use me Master?

Books can’t teach you this Part 3

   Thick. That’s the only thing I could think about when Vince grabbed my head and forced himself into my waiting mouth. His cock was HUGE and think and every time he forced it to the back of my throat I felt my dripping pussy quiver. If his cock felt this good in my mouth and down my throat, I could only imagine how amazing it would feel buried deep inside my tight, dripping cunt. I glanced up at Vince and saw that while pleasure was obvious on his face, he seemed cool, calm and collected. 

   As if on cue, he looked me straight in he eye and started to mock me about how desperate I must be to have his thick, hard cock deep inside my dripping pussy. All i could do is nod and moan. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. He ordered me to bend over the table at the end of the books shelves and wasted no time holding my head down against the table and holding my arms behind my back. The instant his cock thrust into me I was writhing. He was stretching me to my limits, and I could already feel an intense orgasm fast approaching. In moments it was over. I felt pleasure overtake me… my cunt squeezed around Vince’s cock and he burst inside me. It wasn’t until I came down from my high that I realized Vince had already taken his leave. I hope to see him again soon, the things he can teach me can’t be learned from books…

Books can’t teach you this Part 2

   Here I am. Backed up against a bookshelf in a public library with a mans hand working me into a stupor. He was smirking at me, just watching every little reaction on my face as his skilled fingers worked themselves into my dripping core. I tipped my head back and allowed the please to overtake me. The fact that this was happening in such a public place only heightened the intense pleasure I was feeling. Suddenly, Vince’s magic fingers were gone, leaving my dripping cunt feeling empty. He leaned down and hissed into my ear that if I wanted to cum, I would need to prove I was worthy of it.

   Vince gently yet firmly placed his hand on the top of my head and pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him, my face directly in front of the bulge in his pants. He looked down at me with a pleased expression and told me that I should keep my hands behind my back if I wanted to feel that sweet, sweet release. He unzipped his pants and drew his massive cock out. He smirked and pressed the tip of it right to my lips and gave me a simple command. Suck. I needed to do a good job if I wanted to him to let me cum too…

The Captor becomes the Captive

I was sitting in my own pool of sweat while the sun beat down.  I was restrained with cords to a wooden chair, and there was no way to free myself.  My captor taunted me, explaining that I deserved exactly what I was getting.  He had never followed my directives and had often paid the consequences; because he continued to cum before allowed, I forbid him to cum for two weeks, once.  He apparently was still angry…even though he said that my approval made him cum the hardest in his life.

He went on with his objective: to tease me, to make me miserable, and to take away the chance of pleasure when it was moments away.  He used several vibrators, overwhelming me with sensations; he spanked me, humiliated me…things that he enjoyed himself (but, not necessarily me).  He finally spread my legs out as far as they would go and began masturbating.  This was his ultimate goal: to cum after torturing me…and without my permission.

Dry-mouthed and achy, I spat at him, “Richard, you won’t be able to cum.  You simply won’t.  Even though you’ve restrained my body, you have not restrained my power.  I am still in control!”  He yelled for me to shut-up and I could already hear him struggling, his erection dissipating.  He gagged my mouth; but, before he did, I told him that it would do no good.  He held his cock in front of me and shook it at my face; but, even he was noticing that it was getting limper by the moment.

He went behind me and I could sense that he was rethinking his plan.  He silently untied me and handed me some water.  I refreshed myself and then stood up.  “Start stroking your cock, gently,” I said.  In a calm voice, I continued to bring him waves of pleasure but not an orgasm.  When he was close to cumming, he confessed in sobs, “I don’t deserve to cum.  You’re right.”  Even though I had not said that I would deny him, he finally understood: I knew his body, his desires, and his needs better than he did.  He zipped up his pants and covered me in a blanket; then, he took me home and cleaned me, worshipping my body and my power over him.

Fucking Machine

Every so often, I’ll look at the classifieds.  My most recent focus was to find an entertainment system to replace the one that got distroyed during a party last weekend.  Well, I found the perfect one that I wanted; it matched and everything.  The only problem was that I needed a couple of extra hundred dollars.  I kept looking through the classifieds and was struck by one entry in particular: “Nice burbs couple looking for 1 healthy young girl for 1 hour. Pays $500.  Discretion req’d.”  I talked to the husband on the phone, and it seemed safe enough…plus, he sounded very friendly.

When I arrived, he and his wife were waiting behind the door.  They looked like any normal couple and were in their early 40s, I guessed.  They brought me into the living room and showed me a contraption…it was a huge machine, about five-feet long, with a dildo on the end of it!  I was shocked.  The man explained that he had bought the contraption for his wife, but she was afraid to use it.  And, that’s where I came in: he was going to experiment with the machine on me while the wife watched!  I blinked in shock; but, I was kind of getting excited! 

I sat on their nice, white sofa after de-robing; and, watched as the husband put a condom on the dildo…then lube.  I smiled at him, although I was a little self-conscious about being totally naked in front of strangers.  I tried to position my body so that the dildo was aimed at my crotch.  I crunched my toes into the couch and prepared myself; the machine did look a little scary, but I knew my pussy was getting wet after staring at it. 

He started it up; and it moved really gently inside of me.  Then, he asked if he could speed it up; I nodded.  It started ramming me until it was at full speed.  I was breathless because of the pounding!  I continued to squirt, my juices shooting over the coffee table.  And the wife, her arms previously crossed, was becoming enthralled.  I leaned my head back and came so many times that I felt like my body wasn’t my own!

My pussy, sore and throbbing, still wanted more; but, the husband stopped the machine.  I could tell the couple was ready to experiment on their own.  But, hey, I was paid a lot to be fucked…and, really well, too!

Books can’t teach you this! Part 1

Everyone needs to escape for a bit… wether that escape is a vacation or a good book it doesn’t matter, as long as it does what it needs to do. While I was at the library yesterday searching for the next big thrill to allow me to escape from my humdrum reality, I noticed a quite handsome young man lurking a few feet away. Every few minutes he would steal a glance at me and shoot me a suggestive look. It took me a few minutes but I finally realized why this guy looks so familiar… he’s a client at the law firm I work at… Mr. Vincent Hammond. Finally he could see the revaluation on my face and sauntered over to me, a smirk playing on his lips. We spoke for a few minutes before he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and forced me up against the rows of books. His voice suddenly turned dark, and I realized that the hands that had once been on my shoulders were now bunching my skirt up around my hips. Oh god, 5 minutes and this man had my panties soaked! My night just got much more interesting…

Phone Sex Fetish with Sheila: Teddy Bear Love

I came home early today from the spa. I heard a strange noise from my bedroom. At first I was scared, but then I saw my step son’s keys on the table and thought he is just jerking off to a pair of my panties.  He has done that ever since I married his father. I love to watch him jack his big thick cock. So hot to watch a man be the  master of his domain. I strip naked to go join him. Figure we could get off together. I sneak in the bedroom as to not interrupt him and ruin his orgasm. But, he was not jacking off; he was fucking. And not another woman. Not even a guy. I was in shock at what I saw. He was fucking the big blue teddy bear my hubby won for me at the State Fair a few years ago. The bear was underneath him, and he was humping away and moaning and groaning like he does with me! No way a teddy bear feels better than me. My cunt has to feel better than an old ratty furry teddy bear? My ego took a blow. I slipped  out of the room undetected. He never heard my gasp.

So, I get on the Internet and I Google fucking teddy bears.  Much to my mortification, this is a fetish that afflicts many, male and female. It is called Ursusagalmatophilia. This is the sexual attraction to teddy bears. Now I have heard of furries. But this fetish is not that folks want to have sex with a person dressed as a bear, they want to actually fuck a teddy bear. Wow. I like to think I am open minded. I take it up the ass. I fuck my stepsons. I swallow cum. I take black cock. I do gangbangs. But fucking Teddy Ruxpin  is just creepy. But how do I handle this? Do I acknowledge that the guy I love to fuck the most has a strange fetish? Do I embrace it? Do I ignore it?

Well I decided to do what any horny housewife would do. I took some pics of me with teddy bears and texted him to come fuck me and my  little furry friends.  I mean, if I am being honest, I’d fuck Ted. Well when in Rome I guess. I figure why knock something you have never tried. I guess I WILL do anything for nice cock.

Foot Fetish Phone Sex with Blair

My sons are huge football fans, especially the Seahawks. And I am obsessed with Peyton Manning; he just looks so yummy. So last year for the Superbowl, we had a party. I invited several of my girl friends over, and they invited a few of their friends.  Before the boys arrived, us girls gave each other pedicures. Having pretty feet and toes is part of being a woman. Plus, well manicured feet give the best foot jobs ! We wanted to look our best for the boys. One of my girlies even got body painted to express her love for the Hawks. Well by the time the boys arrived, we were drunk on wine and had not bothered putting on shoes or any clothes really. Those strapping young studs came in, and there were strapping men on the TV, and well women in their 30s are in their sexual prime, so this meant we were horny.  We showed off our pretty new feet and before we knew it,  the boys were caressing our feet, kissing them and sucking our toes. Well one thing led to another, and all of them had their cocks out and we started giving foot jobs. I love the feel of a hard cock between my pretty feet. Even better is the feel of hot cum running through my toes! That was just the first of many foot job parties to cum!

Every boy in attendance at our Superbowl party got a foot job before the game started, at half time and of course to celebrate the Seahawks win.  Feet are just so darn sexy. Maybe it’s because toes are like boy cock. I’m not sure, but I do love to show my feet off.  I bet you’d like play time with my feet! Maybe suck on my toes? Feel your throbbing hard cock in-between my feet? Fuck my cunt or my ass with your big toe? Jizz all over my pretty feet? I haven’t given a good foot job in awhile; my feet are begging for some cum!