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Romantic Phone Sex with Dana Whispering Naughty Teasing Fun

Romantic Phone Sex

I can feel the warmth of the oil on my skin just thinking about him, the slick shine catching every imaginary ray of light as I move, trembling under the memory of his voice. Romantic Phone Sex with him is always intense, but tonight, with my body glistening and my hands tracing every curve, it’s different… so much sharper, so much more delicious.

“Tell me what you’re doing right now,” he whispers, low and rough, and I can feel my pulse spike. I bite my lip, imagining him leaning close, his fingers ghosting over my neck, leaving shivers in their wake, lips brushing softly along my jaw. “Dana…” he whispers in my ear again, voice thick with desire, and I arch instinctively, craving the warmth, the pressure, the subtle heat of his touch over my slick, smooth skin.

I describe every motion, every glide of my hands over my body, fingers slick, following every line, every sensitive curve. He gasps, voice husky, teasing me, “You’re irresistible… Dana, I want you.” That sound makes my knees weaken, my body arching instinctively, and I let him guide me, letting every command, every whispered tease, pull me deeper into my own hunger.

I imagine him entering the room, roses in hand, their scent mingling with the faint shimmer of oil on my skin. “I thought you’d like these,” he says, and my fingers brush the petals, imagining his lips trailing along my shoulder, nipping softly, hands caressing my neck and collarbone. Heat coils low and tight inside me, every slick curve exposed to him in thought, every inch craving his hands, his mouth, his whispered praise.

“Dana… I love you Dana,” he admits, slow, deliberate. My chest tightens, warmth flooding me, mingling with ache and want. I moan softly, letting him hear it, letting him know how deeply his words hit. I obey, sliding, stretching, whispering, trembling under imagined caresses, every stroke and command heightening need, every soft kiss he presses into me making me ache more.

By the time we finally climax together, I’m trembling, glistening, squirting, moaning loudly, utterly spent, craving every lingering touch of his hands on my body as he releases his yummy cum all over my face. His voice is thick, commanding and tender, and I know he’s falling as hard as I am. Every whisper, every soft caress, every teasing kiss leaves me addicted, devoted, and wet, glistening under his control and love. I’m his muse, heart, and desire.

Slavery Phone Sex Dana Obeying Every Command of Her Master

Slavery Phone Sex

The basement is colder than I expected, concrete biting through my bare slave feet as I stand there listening for him. By the time the door shuts behind me, I now understand how I was sold to being his personal nigger slave, something closer to Slavery Phone Sex but lived instead of imagined.

I’m not panicking, but I’m not floating either. My heart is beating fast, not from fear exactly, more from the awareness that I gave up control and now have to sit in that decision. The light is dim, just enough to see the walls, the chair, the space he told me to stay in all day.

He doesn’t rush. That’s what makes it intense. The waiting stretches my nerves thin, makes every sound feel louder. I shift my weight, reminding myself to stay where I’m told. I could speak up if I wanted to, but I don’t. I like the tension too much.

When he finally comes down the stairs, I drop to my knees  instantly waiting for his next command. “You look so filthy and drained, from last where I left you last night, with the dried up fluids of my sticky cum melting all over your face and body. I now want to fuck you all day long since you belong to me now, you hear me you fucking nigger?” He yells. “Yes Master, I’m all yours eternally.” I say softly, with my nipples getting colder from the basements temperature.

He tells me where to put my hands. I follow. He tells me not to look at him. I break eye contact. Each command strips something small away… my pride, my resistance, my need to be clever or in charge. I feel smaller, quieter, but also sharper, more aware of my body and my reactions.

I don’t feel owned in some poetic way. I feel watched. Evaluated. Tested. And that’s what turns me on. I like knowing he’s paying attention to whether I listen, whether I hesitate, whether I need reassurance or punishment or silence.

Sometimes he lets the quiet sit between us. Other times he corrects me with his voice alone, and that’s enough to make my stomach flip. I don’t need constant praise. I need direction. I need to know what’s expected and how far I’m allowed to go.

By the time he leaves me alone again, my legs are sore and my head feels light. I stay where I am, not because I have to, but because moving too soon would break the spell. This isn’t about being perfect or endlessly obedient. It’s about choosing to stay right here, in the tension, until he decides what happens next.

Hardcore Ass Fucking with Dana Craves Your Rough Sex Passion

Hardcore Ass Fucking

I feel my heart racing as I wait, trembling just a little, because I know tonight isn’t about me… it’s about following every command you give. My body tingles with anticipation, and I can’t help but imagine the intensity that’s coming. The thought alone makes me shiver. Hardcore Ass Fucking has been on my mind all day, a fantasy I’ve been eager to explore, imagining your hands guiding me, your energy overwhelming me, and me giving in completely.

I’m obedient, always ready to do exactly what you want, and tonight I feel that eagerness pulsing through me stronger than ever. I kneel, hands resting lightly, eyes fixed on you, silently asking permission to please you. Every movement, every glance, is meant to show my devotion, my willingness to submit to your desires. I crave the roughness, the passion, the way you take control, and I can feel my excitement building.

Your voice, low and commanding, sends shivers down my spine. I obey immediately, moving closer, letting you guide me in ways that make my mind spin. I love the way you take charge, the thrill of not knowing what’s next but trusting completely that I’m safe in your hands. Each command you whisper, each touch you suggest, makes me feel alive, makes me feel like I exist solely to fulfill your pleasure.

I imagine the intensity, the wild, passionate energy coursing between us, my body responding instinctively to your dominance. I feel every glance, every subtle motion, like it’s pulling me deeper into your control. The way you fuck me roughly, then spit on my face, then aggressively choke my neck makes my pussy super wet. I’m yours, entirely, and the thought of giving myself fully to your passion is intoxicating.

Even when I close my eyes, I feel your presence, guiding me, pushing me just enough to make my heart pound and my body ache in anticipation. I’m caught in the rush, the heady blend of excitement and obedience, and it’s everything I’ve been craving. The night stretches before us, endless possibilities, and I’m ready for it all. My body, my mind, my desire… they’re yours to command, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Every whisper, every touch, every glance makes me ache for more. I’m completely captivated, completely devoted, and completely yours. This is just the beginning… what comes next is all about you, and I’m ready to surrender to it fully, gladly, and without hesitation.

BDSM Phone Sex is What a Mommy Whore Does for Cocaine

bdsm phone sexAs a mommy, I’m no stranger to BDSM phone sex. My boys do not know half the things their mommy does so she can acquire cocaine to keep up with them. They love fucking me. But I think they like fucking me a lot more when I’m high. That’s when they can invite their friends over and run a train on me. They can get rough with me. And on cocaine, they can literally fuck me all night long. I become a horny energizer bunny, who can keep up with teenage boys on coke.

My usual drug dealer Marcus is the son of my mother‘s drug dealer in the 80s. And Marcus is a very hung black man who loves to fuck me in exchange for coke. However, he experienced a supply issue over the weekend. And he didn’t have anything to give me. So, he sent me to this guy he knows who makes hardcore female bondage films. Since this will be my sons last week of school until the new year, I desperately need a large amount of cocaine. So, I paid this guy a visit.

Nice looking man. He didn’t look sleazy like most of the snuff directors I work with. But I am a seasoned whore, and I know looks can be deceiving. I just focused on the money and getting back to my horny sons so they could fuck me properly. If they only knew what I would do to keep them sexually satisfied.

This Mommy Endures a Lot Just So Her Sons Can Fuck Her

This man appeared to be into hardcore bondage. And BDSM play too. He tied me up and hung me from the rafter. Then he started whipping my back. He came close to drawing blood. I fought back the tears because I felt everything. Unfortunately, without coke, I felt every sting.

I endured hours of pain. But it felt worth it. This man gave me a much bigger bag of cocaine than most guys do, and he treated me better than any of them too. He made sure not to draw blood. Sure, I have some nasty welts on my back and across my tits. But I earned enough cocaine to dull that pain. And I have enough cocaine to be a mommy phone sex whore for my two teenage boys and all their friends.

I got back home and told the boys not to worry about my back. I made up a plausible lie about why my back looked so red and swollen. When they saw me snorting lines of cocaine with my ass up in the air, they couldn’t resist. We started fucking. And I think until the first of the year I will be high and fucking teenage boys. And that will make this the best Christmas ever.

Rough Sex Phone Sex and Horny Psycho Masked Men

Rough Sex Phone SexThere is a kinda new phenomena in the sex world, the kink Industry. I am diggin the fuck out of it. Rough Sex Phone sex and a man wearing a fucking mask. I want a man in a mask to chase me in the fucking woods, catch me, and fuck the immortal shit out of me. There is just something about a psycho in a mask, that zones in on you and will do anything to get to you and fuck you. That makes my cunt ooze pussy cream. I am literally leaking in my sexy boy shorts just typing this.

I would get off so hard staring up into a mask, while my cunt is getting pounded. There is just something about it that turns me on so much. Learning about this new kink that I have, has led me to find lots of porn with masked men. There isn’t a plethera, but there is some. It’s considered dark romance, and I have come up with so many fantasies.

One that I like to think about is a guy in a Michael Myers mask, or maybe Scream (there are so many, that are just so fucking hot, and make me horny as fuck). He just has this sexy body, and hard, Raw, throbbing cock. Maybe he ties me up and uses me as his sex slave? He zoned in and has his sights set on me, and he just wants to fuck Like a Beast. Finally catching me, and pushing my legs apart, Wide. Forcing himself inside of me, while I listen to his gravely, grunting as he fucks me hard and rough. Reminding me over and over that he is going to breed me.

What kind of mask would you wear to fuck me?

Xo

Dixie

Medical Grade Play With Nasty Nurse Dixie

Medical Fetish Phone SexNaughty Nurses Know what that Will make your cock drip like an IV. Medical Fetish Phone Sex Is hot and kinky and just what your dick needs. Dan Loves when I wrap my body in a hot Sexy Latex Nurse uniform, but then the doctors orders always call for him to spill as much semen as humanly possible.

Dan Looks So Vulnerable in his hospital gown down in my makeshift Hospital. Checking those arms for a good vein, so I can put him under and have my way with his Erect Penis. Patient complains of Balls being swollen & blue. No pussy for days. Well that just won’t work. My professional opinion is that Dan needs to have a complete prostate massage so we can release the pressure of those balls before Big Dick Dan explodes.

Diagnoses and Dosage are as fucking follows- Full Blue Ball Syndrome, 12 CC’s of prostate milkage and perfect Nurse Pussy for the Patient! Stat!

Now is this naughty Nurses time to shine. All the pretty tools on my cart. Thinking,  I can use this Pump to get his cock as Big as it will go. Reaching My glove covered hand around his hard member, and feeding him into the tube as I start to pump that pecker up.  Lubing my fingers and penetrating his asshole deep. Milking his prostate, Just as The Doctor Ordered.

Xo,

Nurse Dixie

Hardcore ass fucking is the pain I love to get

Hardcore ass fuckingHardcore ass fucking whore is all for pain! Give me a brutal thrust of a cock grinding into my tender ass until I’m screaming for mercy. But even in the midst of agony, I know that’s exactly what I need – to be used, to be claimed, to be beaten into submission by a dominant force.
And oh, how I relish the taste of that brutal conquest. My ass, my forbidden fruit, is meant for punishment, for violation, for the cruel lust of sadistic lovers who delight in reducing me to a whimpering, supplicant mess.
There’s no better feeling than when a man takes control, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he plunges into me with a ferocity that makes my hips hurt for days. I love the way my body responds to such relentless abuse, the way my asshole clenches and spasms around the invading cock, even if I beg for mercy, I don’t want it. I want it harder!  It’s a sweet agony to be a Pain Slut Phone Sex slut!
I’m a filthy little cock slave who lives for the rough, the rude, the raunchy. And so, I throw myself into the fray, a willing participant in a twisted dance of lust and cruelty. I think you and your buddy should see if both your cocks can fit inside my asshole.

Pain Slut Phone Sex is What This Mommy Whore Deserves

pain slut phone sexIt’s no secret I am a pain slut phone sex fan. I’m not really sure where I developed my fascination with pain. Likely, from all the coke I do. I have found myself in some really sticky situations and I think I just learned to associate pain with getting cocaine. So, if you hurt me, I will likely get some coke for my troubles, and that makes it worth it.

Recently, I let one of my sons’ friend’s father experiment with me. I did not really have a choice though. He blackmailed me. I think that once he found out I fuck my boys and I fucked his son, he saw an opportunity, and he took it.

So, yesterday while his wife went to church, he tortured me for his own sick amusement. He didn’t fuck me. But he did jack his cock on me as he watched me grimace and twitch from one electric shock after another. He had this sticker all over my body. He would push a button, and electrical currents pulsated through my body.

This Dirty P Mommy is a P Pain Slut

However, I don’t think he realized what a drugs phone sex mommy I really am. I can handle some pain. In fact, I can handle a lot more pain than the average soccer mommy. And since he planned on giving me coke, I could dull any pain coming my way. I will not lie. The shocks he delivered to my body hurt like hell. And a few times I pissed myself. But I possess a high threshold for pain thankfully.

When he let me go, he told me that he planned on doing this again to me. In his own words, he owns me. So, I guess I need to be his little torture sex doll. Although all I wanted to do when I got home was soak in a hot bath, my sons had a few friends over. And they all wanted to fuck this party mom. I can’t disappoint the boys. No matter how sore I might be. Since, I am still a dirty mommy phone sex slut who takes care of her boys, I let them all fuck me until they could not cum anymore. Mommy puts her boys first.

CBT Phone Sex Lovers Get No Judgement From Me, Just a Little Dance on Their Balls

cbt phone sexWhatever floats your boat has been my motto for decades; so, if you like cbt phone sex, I deliver.  I am not one to judge. And men enjoy a lot of different kinks and fetishes. My job in the club and on the phone is to give men what they want. I guess you could call me your fantasy girl because I like to explore fantasies, and kinks with you. Kevin comes into the club regularly. All the girls love him. He is nice, keeps his hands to himself, buys them drinks, brings them presents and tips well too.

Gentlemen in a strip club can be hard to find nowadays. Although I know Kevin, I have never been his private dancer. Last night was my first night back in the club in over a week. I mostly manage the girls. But I do dance when we are short girls. And I do VIP sessions when requested. But I do encourage the guys to check out the new talent.

Kevin wanted me in the VIP room. And it never occurred to me that he had a phone sex fetish for cock and ball torture. Apparently, because I am twice the age of most of the dancers, he thought I might be better suited to trample his balls. Then he laid a few grand on the table.  And I thought, why not. I have some expenses to recuperate, plus it was my birthday, and I could buy myself a few things I wanted.

I Do Not Judge. If You Like Cock and Ball Torture, Let Me Put on My Stilettos

So, I pocketed the money, slipped on my spiked heels, and grabbed a flogger. Let the games begin, I told him. Clearly, Kevin has a masochistic side. And since I do not judge, I let him explore his fetish. I put on some Alice Cooper and did a little gig on his nuts. Do not feel sorry for Kevin. No need to have sympathy pains. He is a pain slut. And paid me to trample those balls and smack his little monster. And little might be generous, LOL.

No wonder he spoils strippers. Most women will not fuck him. Not with a pinky dick. But he is a nice man. He treats my girls well, so I did not ruin his nut sack. But I did give it a good beating. Hey, if you are a pain slut phone sex lover, I can put on my latex cat suit with my spiked heels and do a little gig on your balls too.

Biggest cum shot doesn’t take long with my whore holes

The Biggest cum shot isn’t hard for a whore like me to milk. I bet when you saw my sexed up body, your cock was drooling. It doesn’t take much for me to bend over, spread my ass, and take it deep. All you gotta do is snap your fingers and my ass is up in the air.Biggest cum shot

We met in a seedy motel room, the kind with stained sheets and a lingering smell of cheap sex. You couldn’t wait, practically tearing my clothes off as soon as we were through the door. I was a mess, legs shaking, cunt dripping wet already.

You grabbed my ass, fingers sinking into my soft cheeks as you yanked me against you. I felt that big dick throb against my thighs. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I whimpered. You didn’t respond, just shoved me to my knees. I knew what you wanted.

Opening my mouth wide, I took your thick shaft down my throat. Relaxing my muscles, I deep-throated you to the hilt. Drool ran down my chin as I fucked my face on your cock like the dirty slut I am. You grabbed my hair, bucking into my mouth. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the room door was open, and 6 of your friends walked into the room.

I didn’t stop sucking, I actually sucked harder, didn’t I? They got right to it, too. I could feel hands stretching out my holes and then, Bam! Strange cock deep in my Wet bald pussy. My mind went blank when another strange cock entered my slut hole. Fuck did I cum with all those cocks inside of me. 

I was a cum drunk mess, holes gaped and sloppy, juices oozing out. We collapsed on the bed in a pile of sweaty limbs, basking in the afterglow. And that was only the beginning because I had four more cocks to go.