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Put on a Pair of Panties Loser, Boxers are for Real Men

cuckolding phone sex MILF legsHey loser. Yes, I am talking to you with the itty bitty clitty where a cock should be. What the fuck are you doing wearing boxers? Your pin dick is swimming in them.  Burn all your manly underwear now. You are not a man. You need to be wearing pretty panties. Something in a feminine color like pink, yellow or purple. Don’t have any? Borrow some from the woman in your life who is not fucking you because of your shrinky dick. Maybe when you slip on a pair of her panties you will realize she has been fucking a real man for awhile now. If her panties smell of sex and are extra crusty, then you got your answer. I’m sure you knew already. I mean if she isn’t fucking you,  she is fucking someone. Maybe a guy at the gym. Maybe your her stepson? Neighbor? Your best friend? A coworker?

Your best bet is to tell her you know she is getting some real cock. Praise her for getting what she needs and ask to watch. The only way you are getting any pussy is after a real man has fucked it first. You can clean that pussy up. Hope you like cream pie. That’s the only pussy you are ever going to get. Well fucked leftovers. Face it you are not a man. Your woman needs a man. So, make your life easier, get yourself some panties and tell your wife you are ready to be her cuckold. Call me, and be ready to be my bitch. I’ll help you come to terms with your new lifestyle.

BDSM phone sex with Wendy: Perfect little fuck toy

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Chains are cold, but they make my pussy wet and warm. Just hearing them gives me goose bumps. Being naked and all chained up is exactly what a filthy little whore like me deserves. What I need is a man who won’t release me even when I beg to be let loose. That might teach me a lesson or maybe I’ll need more. Does a stupid slut like me ever learn? Sometimes I wonder because I keep doing the same things. Walking around dressed like a trashy skank night after night gets me what I want. The attention isn’t what I crave the most, we both know that. What I love most is what they do about it.

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How could you see a girl dressed like me and not feel angry? Boys like you know why I do it too, which makes you hate me even more. Teasing every man in sight, making them want to do crazy things to me. That’s only a game until one strong man comes along and shows me that isn’t. That man will take his aggression out on me. He’ll treat me like the disgusting whore I am without feeling the slightest bit guilty. It was obvious that I was asking for it.
Maybe I’ll end up chained up or locked in a cage in someone’s basement if I’m lucky. The only time I’ll be free is when I’m being used. He’ll be my Master and I’ll be his perfect little fuck toy. Every single hole on my body will be over flowing with his cum, all night and all day. That’s what I’ve always dreamed of; being broken and used. It’s all I ever think about.

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I taught him his place

sissy training phone sexSo there’s this guy that lives across the street from me and I can’t stand him – he thinks that he is hot shit and can do whatever he wants, but he has a thing or two to learn from this bitch right here. Every weekend he lays out in his front law with his shirt off looking like he owns the whole neighborhood and after I slip a little something in his drink, I know that he will be easy to smuggle right into the house. Once he wakes up I won’t stop my games until he admits what a little bitch he truly is, and I know this one is going to be extra stubborn, because he has been lying to himself his whole life. I’ve brought my panties, both clean and dirty, my strap on, my prettiest clothes and makeup. It always starts with denial and anger of accusing him of being such a sissy boy bitch who truly only wants to be fucked in the ass, wants to wear the prettiest clothes and have no hair on that boyish body. I’ll make him put my underwear on, and shave his legs, I’ll make him tell me how much he fucking loves it. Once I have him all dolled up how he likes, I’ll make him do his makeup and beg me to fuck him… oh and he will. It might take a bit of forceful convincing, but I am sure this little fuck will be ready to come out of the closet once and for all. I can’t wait to use my beautiful fat strap on, I know he hasn’t ever had anything this big in his ass before. Once I force the tip in I know he will struggle, beg and plead for me to take it out, but I will only fuck him harder and deeper, making him take it all, as he screams for me not to stop. I’ll make him scream and yell, moan and beg for more and tell me how much he loves it…right until the end he’ll tell me what a sissy bitch he truly is.

The Secret Life of a Soccer Mom

drugs phone sex submissiveI live in suburbia. I’m a wife, and a mother. I carpool the brats to school; attend PTA meetings; bake cookies; supervise field trips. On the exterior I look like any other hot soccer mom. But I harbor a secret or two. I’m nothing more than a dirty whore. Whore for drugs and a whore for boy cock. I need the drugs to numb me to the dull life as a suburban housewife, and to give me experiences no matter how painful, how degrading, how vile, how dangerous, to remind me I am not trapped in a Stepford Wives movie. I need the boy cock to feel like a woman. My two addictions often get me in trouble.

Yesterday, my need for drugs consumed me. My husband thinks I am a disgrace. He cut me off financially when he found my stash under the bed one day. He was not happy when I blamed him for my addiction. He thinks I’m clean now. I don’t need money to score. I have my body. I’m not afraid to use it to get what I want and need.

drugs phone sex mommy whoreI got in my soccer mom car, drove down to the worst part of town. A woman like me, in that neighborhood, is only there for one thing, and they all know it. A guy approached me immediately, asked what I needed. Today I needed some smack. In order to get some quality smack, I was going to have to get freaky. I was jonesing bad. I was game for anything. He led me to what looked like an abandoned building, but it too harbored a dark secret. It was home to a live sex show operation. Not your romantic  shit nor even stripper type shows, but hardcore stuff like gang bangs, anal torture, forced sex, water sports, extreme BDSM, even furry friend shows. Women were in cages getting fucked like animals while folks who paid a hefty price for admittance, watched and helped decide the direction of the show.  Most of the women were strung out junkies in need of fast money, but there were a few soccer moms like me, even a couple coeds in need of fast cash too.

I was thrown in a cage with two men who went straight for my ass. No introductions, no lubrication, no foreplay. Just shoved me down on the ground and ass fucked me bareback for what seemed like an eternity. Rough anal that left my ass swollen, bloody and gaping open. At one point in the show, both cocks were in my ass at the same time. They were slapping me, gagging me, choking me, violating my ass with their cocks, while onlookers cheered and jacked off. Men would stand on the outside of the cage and cum on my face. It was degrading. No one was concerned with pleasuring me. I was just a cum dump receptacle; a dirty whore; a commodity. I guess, a strung out junkie in need of her next fix.

I felt used and humiliated, but I got my money, and I got my drugs. Drove back to my painfully dull existence in suburbia, shot up between my toes, cleaned myself up and picked up the brats from school. I often wonder what other stay at home moms do during the day. I think you would be surprised how many of us harbor dark, even taboo secrets. Looks can be deceiving.

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I spent all my favorite giftcards!

bondage phone sexAnyone who knows me well knows that all I wanted for Christmas was a gift card to one of my very favorite stores. I bet you can’t guess how many x’s are in this store’s name! This is my favorite store to shop in, not only do I know everyone who works there, and they know me quite well too… but they have the widest selection around for whatever ‘mood’ I’m in. This year I really racked up on those gift cards giving me a lot more options to get what I really wanted. I have been wanting to add to my bondage collection as I have been in that mood for some time now… I needed more toys to play with. I decided I could never have more than enough handcuffs and ties – maybe a sex sling will be needed too? I wanted more ball gags – those are the best! I love to torture so I of course had to make a stop to the nipple clamps and weights section, probably one of my favorite parts of the entire store…mmm. A purple anal plug was next to be bought, what is bondage without some forced ass play? What’s your favorite part of bondage? Mine is when you are all tied up, helpless as you can be, ball gag in your mouth, restraints holding your legs apart, and nipples hard from the clamps weighing them down as your lil man pussy, tits and ass get slapped over and over again with my favorite little whip. It leaves the best marks, if only you could see. I bought more toys of course, for my other moods, but I know what I’m in the mood after all that after Christmas shopping.

Real Men Sleep in the Bed; Losers with Brokedown Dicks Get the Floor

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One of my stepson’s paid me a visit last night. My husband, his daddy was home too.  Now my old hubby with his broke down dick, knows I fuck his sons. He is okay with me having surrogate lovers since he can’t satisfy me anymore. But, he doesn’t usually watch. His son charged in our room, drunk and high, yelling that he need his mommy’s pussy. I was turned on by his bravado. I looked at my husband and said, “It’s time for a show, Hun. You are going to see what a real man can do.”

I pushed him off the bed, made him sit in a chair and watch his son take his role in our bed. I enjoyed laughing at my husband too. Here was my college age stepson, wasted, and still able to get a hard on and fuck me like a real man.  He ate my pussy first.  Made his face glisten with my cunt juice. He made sure I was good and wet before he slid his young hard cock in my pussy. Right there in the bed where my husband and I sleep, he fucked my pussy for an hour. Grabbed my big tits, and pounded me. He was fucking me so hard, you could hear his big cum filled balls slapping against my ass.

When he came in me, he looked at his daddy and said, “Guess this makes me the real man of the house.” I went over to my hubby, with his son’s cum dripping out of my pussy, sat on his face and forced him to clean up my cream pie. At first he resisted, but I am a bigger girl, got me some strong thighs. I smothered him with my legs and ass until he cleaned out my snatch.

I made my husband sleep on the floor, and let his son, the real man, have the bed. If you can’t satisfy me, you will get the floor too. Only real men get to sleep in the bed with me.

Humiliation phone sex with Wendy: Ruin me

Maybe I’m sick, but I love the way you use me. When you tell me what a worthless and dirty slut I am, it just drives me wild. Before it upset me, but now it makes me wet. I’ve even learned to enjoy when you spit in my face.
Only a filthy whore would tolerate the abuse, but I beg for it so I’m worse than a whore. I’m a desperate, depraved pervert who gets turned on while she’s being humiliated. My secret fantasy is that one day you’ll destroy me completely. I know it’s really twisted, but I can’t help it. I don’t just want you to ruin me physically either, I want you to ruin me emotionally too.
Anytime you think you’re punishing me, it doesn’t feel like a punishment at all. I’m just happy to be of use to you and also to have your attention. Serving you is the only thing that matters, before I do anything I need your permission first. Your approval is needed even when I want to eat or go to sleep.
You get what you want when you want it, no matter how disgusting or degrading it is. All I want is to be a good girl for you, you’re willing perfect slave.

Cuckolding Phone Sex with Brooklyn: My Personal Pussy Trainer

Cuckolding Phone Sex size queen milfI was at the gym today starting my New Year’s resolution of getting into better shape. I look great, but we can always look better, right? I hired a personal trainer, well my husband hired him for me. So, I knew that meant he got me a stud to fuck. My husband always finds the best hung guys for me. I wore a cute little work out outfit. I was ready for big cock. My trainer Ben was really cute too. Bonus. But he was wearing spandex shorts. You can tell what religion a guy is in those. And, you can get a good measure of their manhood.

My trainer appeared to be seriously lacking in the manhood department. WTF? My husband hired me a tiny dick loser? I was all worked up too. I wanted to fuck. But no amount of sexual frustration would make me fuck a small cock. Ben was getting frisky while training me. Touching my ass, making comments about how good I look. I tried to pull the married card, but my husband already told him I was a slut. I had to have a come to Jesus talk with him. I very nicely explained that I need big cock, and he was not hiding anything in those spandex shorts, so I knew he was not good enough for my pussy.

He stood up, pulled down his shorts, removed a jock strap and revealed a hidden anaconda. My husband does know me. He does love me. I have never been so pleasantly surprised. Well, I did what I do best. I sucked his cock, getting it even bigger. Felt like a tree trunk in my mouth. That meant it would feel even better in my cunt. The room we were in was covered in mirrors, so it was very hot to watch him pound my pussy. His cock gave my pussy a much needed work out. Ben is now my personal pussy trainer.

I came home to my husband and thanked him by setting my cum filled pussy on his face to clean up. He loves tasting a real man in me.  You know you would be honored to eat my cream pie!

Lights Out

When I heard the local bar was having a Bad Girls contest I knew I had to get in on that shit.
To be able to kick some ass and get paid… hell yeah I was down like four flats on a Cadillac.
I got out my boxing gloves and started sparing with every one in our club house to get ready.
You should have seen me on the big night.
Not one of those bitches could touch me.
The first bitch got a busted eye when I knocked her ass right the fuck out. Blood flying every where. My adrenalin pumping while I came in my boxing shorts and screamed for her to get her fucking ass up.T.K.O. number one.
Now I had to wait for the next one. She was so fucking easy I knocked two of her teeth out with a right hook in less then 3 minutes.
T.K.O. number two.
The last one was the most challenging. Her ass lasted four rounds. That bitch had the art of the bob and weave down to a science. I couldn’t stick her for the life of me. And then finally I got her. One good upper cut and it was lights out!
I put on one hell of a show and earned my fifteen hundred bucks for the night.
There is nothing like a topless boxing match to see who is the baddest bitch in town.
And the bonus….well all the guys that were there to watch wanted to fuck this bad bitch with her perky tits and killer upper cut.
It was a fucking win-win all the way around!

Slippery When Wet

Sometimes I just like to fuck in the rain. I love the storm brewing all around me like the storm that brews inside me. Getting soaked to the skin while the thunder booms like the blood pumping in my ears and the lightening lights up the sky. Letting the storm build with me until I squirt cum all over the cock inside me and beg for the next big dick to take me in the pouring rain! They are lined up on the porch watching me crawl towards them and begging them for more. I need animal, primal fucking like the bitch in heat that I am. I can see their hard dicks, some still in their pants, some in their hands and some in the mouths of my sisters. Each one will be inside me before the storm is over and each one will be covered in my pussy juice and the cum of the one that came before him. Being slippery when wet is about so much more then squirting thick milky cum for that huge cock that throbs inside of me. It is more then crawling in the rain like an animal. Cum find out what primitive lust is all about.