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Forced Intoxication Phone Sex Call Left Me Passed Out for My Sons To Use

forced intoxication phone sexForced intoxication phone sex calls excite me. Honestly, not sure why. I am a party mom. But my preferred party drug is coke, not booze. I am not good at drinking. Weird how that works. I can out snort Pablo Escobar, but a coed could drink me under the table. Luckily, I do not get many forced intoxication calls. However, maybe if I did, I would fare better with them.

My boys found me passed out on the couch when they came home from a movie. They did not know that I was drunk. They assumed mommy did one too many lines of mommy’s little helper. When they saw the empty bottle of daddy’s bourbon, they got worried. I barely remember the call. And from the time I ended the call until the time my horny boys woke me up is a blur. Did you ever take advantage of your mother while she was inebriated?

Drunk Mommy Whore

However, my sons did not worry too much about me. The boys do not need to take advantage of their phone sex mommy. I give it away for free. But I think they thought it might be fun. Apparently, they dumped a few loads of cum on me while I was passed out. Once I woke up, I felt hungover. My head pounded from a migraine. I needed to puke. And pretty sure I pissed myself too. I snort coke. I rarely drink. But it was a forced intoxication call and clearly, I take my job seriously, LOL.

My sons laughed at me when I woke up. They asked questions. They did not know I drank because a caller told me to drink. My oldest son asked me why I was sad. It took me a few minutes to realize that he thought I drank to console myself. Nope. I am just a dumbass who thought that if I could out snort anyone, I could out drink them too. Clearly, I was wrong.

I told my boys I would take care of them before bed, when they started giggling and suggested I look in a mirror. Their cum was allover my body and in my hair. I looked like a cum slut phone sex whore. They did not need my help. They took advantage of the situation like any horny boy would.

Blackmail phone sex has endless possibilities

Getting blackmailed is quite normal when you are as naughty as what I am. Recently I was forced to drink a shot every minute or my secrets would be told of me getting my ass fucked hard by someone other than my husband. What is worse is they caught it all on tape and decided to really put the icing on the cake by taking pictures. Making sure that I had no way to combat them. Being forced to pleasure him. Fuck him hard. He forced fucked my ass, pinching my nipples. Down one shot after the next. Blackmail is such a dirty word. Being blackmailed sucks. He may have blackmailed me. Got what he wanted. Giving me the tape and pictures. Convincing him to make sure that I got the chip as well and all the pictures were in my possession I was finally free of his blackmail.

Blackmail Phone Sex HarriettTables are turned. Not a good idea to blackmail me. In turn; I followed your sissy ass and took video of you in a nice red dress, black stockings, and red heels. What will you do to keep me from showing this to everyone? It better be good. Pegging your ass as hard as you did mine will be a start. You will NOT however be getting any of my blackmail material. You are going to be my bitch from now on. Forcing you to drink until you blackout. Pegging you until you learn to beg me for more. Forcing you to become bisexual. Doing as I say when I say. You are no longer able to tell me no. You are mine going forward.

 

Sissy Fag Forced to Sniff Poppers

Forced Intoxication Phone SexI’ve made you  my bitch in more ways than one, and you can’t do anything about it. How did I do that? I have pictures of your sissy fag ass getting fucked hard by a variety of men, and I know that you don’t want all of these pictures to be sent to everyone you know. I might even post them online and turn you into an online whore. But, since you surrendered so quickly, I have the appropriate punishment for whores like you. You’re going to keep sniff poppers for my amusement. Once you get extremely fucked up, you’ll do anything I say. You might even become my sissy whore, fucking any man that comes to see you, no questions asked. But for right now, you’d better keep sniffing every poppers bottle that I give you. You have no choice. Do you want to be exposed and humiliated? I did not think so. Keep getting high so I can use you, sissy slut!

Drugs Phone Sex is What a Party Mom Does Well

drugs phone sexDrugs phone sex is what this party mom is good at. Maybe even a little too good at. I had a forced intoxication call last night. Been awhile since I have been challenged to drink or do lines with a caller. I can handle my coke, but alcohol is a different ball game. I am not as good with booze. The only alcohol in the house was my husband’s fine Kentucky bourbon and a couple cider beers that would not get anyone drunk. I told my caller what I had to party with, and he could pick his poison for me. He went with the bourbon, and I knew I was in trouble. I do not understand how my husband can drink that shit. We played a game called shot or line. It was like truth or dare, but with drugs. This caller took his forced intoxication phone sex seriously. I was a hot mess. I would tell him a dirty secret about my life, then either do a shot of bourbon or a line of coke, which ever he decided. This was a 2-hour call, so by the time it was over, I was stumbling.  My office was spinning.

I was trying to find my room, but stumbled into my oldest son’s room by mistake, and passed out on the floor. I woke up this morning still in the clothes I had on last night. I was covered in cum. My pussy had cum in it too. My boys had left for school. My husband was at work. I was left alone with a killer hangover and a blank memory of what happened to me after my intense phone sex call. My best guess is that my sons woke up for school and had their way with their drunk mom before school. Maybe they tried to wake me, or maybe they just saw a chance and they took it. I am just happy that even passed out, I could still take care of my sons like a good mommy whore.

Real Cocksucking Phone Sex is confusing and sweet

Cock Sucking Phone SexIt took me a long moment to part from the present cocksucking phone sex cum flowing into my mouth and accept the reality of the situation. I still barely remembered how I got there, and the cock unloading down my throat and adding a salty-sweet flavoring to my every breath was overstaying its welcome. Specifically, it was overstaying its stay in my mouth, accepting the tongue bath I gave so freely and greedily taking advantage of my natural desire to suck. I’ve always had an oral fixation, and there’s something special about using a cock to help your nerves. It had to move on though, things had to happen, I couldn’t stay like this, luxuriating all day. I had to get up, I had things to do, like ride this cock in fetish phone sex!

Oh, you thought I meant like, grocery shopping? No, I spit that dick out of my lips and away from my soft inner cheeks because my core was begging for a hard, solid fucking. I needed it, I begged for it, I got on my back and grabbed my tits with one hand while reaching down and spreading my wet pussy lips with the other. Two fingers were all that were needed for that dribbling cunt. He could see deep inside, all the way to my spasming womb and leaking nectar base. I really needed him deeper, I drooled a little at the thought. “Fuck me.” He hadn’t wanted more than an extra second to pounce and plunge his hard man meat so deep my entire body twitched. There’s something to be said about technique, or a bastion of skill that rocks the mind and answers your cravings. He had none of that, what he did have, was a length so mighty my ass clapped just feeling it ram deep in what I was pretty sure was forced intoxication phone sex. After-all, I still had no clue what the fuck.

Blasphemy Phone Sex fears no God

Blasphemy phone sex

Blasphemy Phone sex knows no fear of God. One thing you should know about your little mixed breed is that I was raised up catholic and went to mass and confession often. Church was a big part of my life as a youngster.  I knew when I heard the story of God asking Abraham to kill his own son God was in fact evil. The Devil was the one I wanted to follow. Angelic beauty paired with no guilt about things that are human nature sounded way more fun to a school brat like me. Giving naughty confessions that just about made my priest kell over and gives hint at my Blashphemy beginnings.

I guess a confession that there are way too many brats and not enough cock, does that! The cost of making men and women turned on has to be paid right? Just like Jesus paid for all of our sins, and suffered? No? Well, that was when I started bringing my own kind of church to men who needed me. Turning in your soul to the dark lord for young cunny and cock is a tale as old as time. Most of you would sell your soul just to be able to kill, torture, and fuck something.

Without temptation, you wouldn’t be like this. I know that. But your dick beating up a pussy that is so fresh and bald is too tempting. Add in a spicy Black And Hispanic dominatrix punishing our victim and your cum will flow! Some men need young bald pussy and some men need to be sandwiched between my strap-on and a tiny twat or ass! Even if you have never thought you would sell your soul, just spending some time with my evil ass will make you rethink things. I have a way about me…

Cum Slut Phone Sex gets real when drugs are involved

Cum Slut Phone SexMy cum slut phone sex slut head was so fuzzy I wasn’t sure I could have stopped even if my boyfriend had been begging. I needed this man’s dick and I needed it right that moment. I don’t really remember why, I had been drinking but every pump and bob of my head is added to a powerful feeling of bliss on my tongue and in my throat. It had to have been a drug, something slipped into my drink before I was brought back to the back room with some guy I never even got the name of. I knew he was some kind of playboy, his red coat was really memorable and he smelled of money. That lack of desperation was powerful. I remember wondering why a guy like that would stoop to drugging a daddys girl phone sex expert but now I know why, it was the power. Men like that get a taste of power very young and they don’t ever want to let it go. They don’t have to let anything go, there’s always another girl just like me to play games with. Our wet pussies begging for a fuckstick to fill them with meat and then hot steamy jizz and future problems. Our mouths needily slobbering on shafts we’d never seen before until right that moment. I can still remember the surging needs that flowed through me the very moment I saw his prick in the dark lighting of the private room. I fell to my knees without having to be asked or told. I moved my hips as I sauntered over across the floor in what I now imagine to be lewd shambling, my tits out, my hips naked as the day I was born. I needed his cum, more than anything else in the world. Drugs phone sex will screw a girl up in all the best ways.

Forced Intox with a bit of Blackmail

Forced Intoxication Phone Sex

 

I have your whole life in my fingertips. Wow, you are such a pathetic cock hungry slut. I have video after video of you sucking cock in public places. Big cocks, small cocks, thick cocks, it did not matter to you. You are so cock hungry that you didn’t even want any money. You just love being a whore for free. Now, I am going to expose this footage to your friends, family and coworkers if you do not drink that alcohol. That’s right, keep drinking it. You don’t want me to expose your entire life now, don’t you? Keep taking more shots. That’s it. I want you to be completely drunk. Do not stop you faggot whore. You were too cock obsessed to keep your mouth off their cocks and now you’re under my command. Keep taking shots and drinking for me. Oh, you are completely intoxicated. I can see that you are so drunk that you need somebody to take care of you. Let me see what I can make you do. 

I Got Anally Force Fucked!

Anal Phone SexI don’t mind being known around my college campus as the cum slut who fucks for fun but I got myself into a bit of trouble for being too damn slutty! I was walking home after a long night of serving drinks at my part time job when a car pulled up next to me, the window rolled down to reveal an older man. I was scared but I was curious as well, the gentlemen offered me a ride home and I knew better than to accept it but I just couldn’t help but hope getting in the car would lead to me getting some hard cock! I jumped in and the next thing I knew I was being drugged and taken away. When I woke up, I was tied to a bench with my ass in the air and my fuck holes exposed, from the shadows my captor came forward—my therapist! So many things ran through my mind but the only thing that stood out were the many hours in which I detailed my sex addiction and incest filled upbringing, perhaps he has been planning this for a long time. I told him if he just freed me, I’d keep this between us but I wasn’t that lucky… My therapist came out and fucking rammed his 10-inch-thick dick right inside my asshole!

Drunk Daughter Punishment

Forced Intoxication Phone Sex

 

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.