I’m known as a black cock whore, but I also specialize in foot fetish phone sex. I am what you might call a bitch in charge when it comes to white guys and guys with small cocks. I tend to lean towards the sensual side of domination, however. We hired this guy to do our landscaping as we recently added a pool and a deck to the backyard. He is a typical white guy who thinks he has what I need and falsely believes I am a bored trophy wife in a loveless marriage. I love my husband dearly. He is my cuckold, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. Bart was caught spying on me the other day as I was putting on my stockings. He is the hired help. He has no business spying on me as I am changing. Now, I could have had one of my big black studs teach him a lesson he would never forget, or I could take matters into my own hands. I chose the later because I saw Bart as no threat. I confronted him, ordered him on his knees unless he wanted me to call the cops or worse, his wife. I saw the way he stared at my nylon clad feet and legs. He was a foot and nylon guy. Do you like pantyhose fetish phone sex? Well Bart clearly had a thing for silky nylon clad feet. As I raised my foot above his mouth, he came in his work pants. Big wet spot. I had not even touched his worthless dick and he blew a load. PATHETIC. I made sure to laugh at him. I stepped on his worthless dick as I hurled insults at him. Just made his cock spring back to life that much more quickly. We spent the morning with him either on his back or knees worshiping my feet and stocking clad legs. After a few hours, I had his balls tied up in a pair of my stockings. His balls throbbing from being teased and denied. I sent him back to the yard with blue balls wrapped up in my stockings so he knew who was in charge.
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Sex with Married Men Gets me HOT!
My latest lover wanted me to have sex with him and a buddy of his from the office. Apparently, they’ve both been talking extensively about the belittlement and degradation their respective wives have been issuing them, and they’re both fed up with it.
So, I took him and his friend in, and I started off by stripping them both down and seating them on my sofa and chair across from one another. I sat on the left leg of one and leaned back against him, letting him play with my breasts as my hand stroked up and down his shaft. My legs stretched across to the other, and I started to stroke him with my feet. After a few minutes of that, I knelt down between the legs of the guy whose cock I had been stroking with my feet, and I started sucking his dick, all while my right foot reached to tickle and massage the balls of the other guy. Then, I pulled the guy in the chair down onto the floor with me, and I straddled him. No sooner had I slid his cock home than the other guy got behind me and started pushing into my ass hole. He was big, and it took some work, but finally, I was being pistoned between these two amazing men who were using me as revenge for the way their wives had been treating them. It was DELICIOUS!
Ethnic phone sex for Guided Masturbation Fun.
I run an upscale ethnic phone sex massage business. One of the job requirements for working at my parlor is that you must have pretty, well groomed feet. Smooth silky soles topped with pink polish or French tips. No funky colors and no ragged cuticles. As a woman with a foot fetish, I understand the fixation that some men have with beautiful feet. A sexy sole is very erotic and often the subject of many ethnic phone sex sessions. Chinese women have dainty little feet and I pride myself in hiring girls who can provide satisfaction to my clientele. Men come here just for the joy of sliding a cock between the feet of my girls, using them as a sexual object, a foot pussy. I love a man who can make love to my feet. It is so erotic to feel a hard cock between my soles. I can clench them together to provide that tight fit that only a foot freak can understand. The best part is being rewarded with a gusher of cum all over my ethnic phone sex piggies. Lucky for me, I am so flexible that I can pull my own feet up to my mouth and suck the jizz from my toes. It makes me cum every time.
Pampering Leads to Lust
Today, I spent time and resources on myself. I went to the salon, shopping for a new outfit, got my hair, makeup, hands, and feet pampered. It was a great day to be me.
Along the way, I ran across a guy who, mysteriously, managed to show up near each of the places I was visiting. I was starting to wonder if I had a stalker when I realized he was walking his grandmother to each of the same places I was visiting. I started talking to him, and found out he was single and not really looking. Since I’m so particular, looking isn’t something I make a habit of, so he and I hit it off quite nicely. He invited me to join his grandmother and himself for lunch, since we were all essentially doing the same thing anyway.
I agreed to join them, and he walked us to a nice restaurant not 2 blocks from the salon. It had covered tables and an open-air dining room. He seated his grandmother to his right, and me directly across from him. We started looking at the menu and chatting about mundane topics. I lifted my foot and started rubbing his left leg just inside where the ankle was. He glanced at me quickly, then moved his leg just a tad closer, obliging my explorations. I slid my leg ever more slowly up his until my foot was resting on his thigh. Then, I moved my stocking-clad foot into his lap and started massaging his then-hard cock. The server came up just then, and my guy had very little trouble ordering with my foot ministrations happening below decks. The server didn’t seem to suspect anything, but who knows? It wasn’t long before I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and his breathing got a little too labored. His grandmother started paying attention then, so I set my foot back into my shoe on the floor while his grandmother asked if his asthma was flaring up again. He nodded an affirmative and pulled an inhaler from his pants pocket.
She nodded her relief at his quick thinking, and lunch carried on. We have plans to meet for drinks tomorrow night. Hopefully, I will be able to pick up where I left off. He seems like a dream.
2 Girl Phone Sex: The Slave Trade
Today I was given away as a present, or it was a present. I’m not sure.
My Master has been speaking with Mistress Adriana lately and has taken a liking to one of her personal slaves while she it seems has taken a liking to me.
Master thought it would be a good present and fun time to give me to her for the weekend in hopes that she would allow him to play with her own slave.
I’d never been with another woman before and I was very much surprised.
Being the good girl I am I began kneeling in only my cuffs and collar for inspection. She was quick to put nipple clamps on and told me to worship her and offered me a foot. Removing the beautiful leather heel I began with a kiss to the top of her foot. My tongue licking from her ankle to her toes where I placed the delicate and pretty toes into my mouth sucking, licking, and indeed worshiping the pretty pedicured digits. As I ran my tongue up the sensitive arch of her foot she shivered and I could hear the giggle she fought to hide.
I was told to stop and to dress for her as she changed also. The only thing she gave me though was a pair of ballet heels. I put on the fetish shoes that would force me to walk en-pointe and stood, working on my balance until she came back in a full latex catsuit with a black corset. She was beautiful and the sight of her in the shiny fabric took my breath away. As she told me what a good girl I was I felt my pussy wetten and she helped me walk to a chair that looked like an altered weight bench. Cuffing my arms behind me and putting a full neck collar around my throat before attaching a spreader bar to my ankles.
I knew I was in for a rough night when she smiled at me, putting a simple gag in my mouth and pulling out a hitachi. She licked her lips as she used her hand to spread my very wet, very pink pussy and the grin she gave me as she slowly clicked through the intensities. The beast in her hand going from a purr to a growl and quivering in her grasp moved closer to my sensitive flesh and I knew that by the time she was done with me I would not be able to feel any of my limbs, remember my name, or care where I was or how I got there. At this moment I knew that I would love playing with Mistress Adriana and couldn’t wait to see all the ways in which I could service her.
Foot Fetish Phone Sex Domination
Sometimes I switch things up and become dominate. I know I am a hot girl, and I get off knowing I can control you. Especially you wimpy foot fetish guys. I can get you to lick my toes, kiss my feet and beg for more. I will literally whip you and test your limits with my pointy heels. I know that you’re dying to know what I am going to do next. Wishing I would stroke your cock with my feet. I know you want it all worked up with my feet controlling you. But I guess you didn’t get the memo? If you want any part of me, if you even want to think about getting on my good side…you better worship me! That’s right bitch, get down on your hands and knees and worship your sexy goddess. I will own you, and make you my sex slave whore. You’ll be stuck getting used and dominated by me all the time…actually probably something you want. Now watch me test your limits a little more…these heels are extra sharp!
My Boots Are Waiting To Be Worshiped
I know you love my assortment of boots almost as much as I do. These well worn ones are my favorite. Kneel before me and show your appreciation for my lovely boots. As you kneel you take it further by leaning over and kissing the pointed toe. You may kiss them as much as you wish. but that dry kiss only leave smudges. When you kiss them, put some tongue into it and give them an old fashioned spit shine! Needing no further encouragement you run your tongue from the tip of my toe all the way around to the bottom at the heel. I hear a groan deep in your throat. From there, you move back to the toe and work your way upward to the knee. I can tell how turned on you are by the tent your lowly little cock is making in your briefs. You continue your tongue work until every inch of my boot is covered with your saliva. Make sure that you buff them now that you have them all wet. You request permission to remove your briefs. I encourage your to do so. You place your cock at the toe of my boot and begin working it up the boot in a circular motion. I am impressed with the shine you have applied. I decide to reward you by removing my lovely boots and offering you my stocking clad foot and calf. You eagerly run your tongue between each sweaty toe between the fishnet and pay special attention to my arch. You become so excited at my taste, you loose your load. Mistress Suzi must now determine your best punishment since you let loose your cum without first obtaining permission. What should Mistress Suzi do with a lowly little worm who has no cock control? Maybe some cock and ball torture is in order.
Foot Fetish Phone Sex With a MILF
Contemplating foot fetish phone sex while you think about mommy and her feet after a long day of wearing those leather boots? You await mommy to come home where you help her with her boots off. Massaging her feet as you bring them to your face. Rubbing your face against her sweaty moist stocking clad soles.
I walked in on you while you were kneeling in my closet with a pair of my workout sneakers as your fixation was focused on smelling one of the sneakers and your dick out as you vigorously stroked your cock off in my other sweaty sneaker. I stood there watching you and you did not even realize I had returned home. You were so focused on your pleasuring and inhaling the scent of my smelly sneaker. Purely curious I continued to watch you only to notice you cumming in my sneaker. If that was not enough I witness you burying your face in the sneaker you jizzed in as you lapped up your cum.
An Erotic Foot Massage
I decided to treat myself to a massage. I had lucked up and gotten a very handsome masseuse. He instructed me to undress and gave me a little towel to cover my bottom with. Being a stripper, I am much more comfortable in the nude, so I didn’t even bother with the towel, knowing it would be moved when he massaged my bottom anyway. Slow, sensual music played on the overhead speakers, lulling me into a sense of relaxation. The joint I smoked beforehand, may have a little to do with the relaxed state my mind was in as well. The masseuse came back in the room and I heard an intake of his breath as he saw me lying before him completely nude instead of covered. He started at my back, massaging deeply. He then went to my feet, with the intentions of working his way back up my legs. As he started on my feet, I began to moan. My feet have always been sensitive and this man knew how to manipulate them in a way that really turned me on. He continued working on my feet, paying special attention to the arches and heels. Then my big toe felt warm and wet. I knew he had taken it into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around my toe in an erotic fashion before moving to the next. By the time he finished bathing all 10 toes with his mouth, and tracing the lines of my feet with his tongue, my pussy was soaked and I was begging for cock. I was so turned on, I came as soon as he entered me, soaking his cock and the massage table with my juices. He fucked me with an erotic passion that I had not felt in a long time, causing my pussy to squirt before he finally released himself deep inside of me.