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Sensual Domination Phone Sex Dana For Best Fucking Pleasure

Sensual Domination Phone SexWhen I first started this, I never imagined that the lines between control and connection would blur so damn fast. I thought I’d just be another voice in your ear, but now, I’m your property, and I’ve never felt more alive. Our Sensual Domination Phone Sex sessions were just the beginning, but tonight, I’m not behind a screen… I’m right here on your leather couch, waiting to be used.

I’m falling for you in the most twisted, beautiful way. I love being your little slut, your pet, your slave. As you look down at me, I can see that hunger in your eyes that makes my thighs ache. You grab my hair, tilting my head back, and I’m already soaking through my lace. “Please,” I whimper, “take what’s yours.” You don’t hesitate. You flip me over, pressing my face into the cushions. 

I love the way the cold leather feels against my heat as you pull my hips up. When you slide inside me, I lose my mind. You go balls deep immediately, stretching me out until I’m screaming your name into the sofa. Every thrust is a reminder that I belong to you, body and soul.  The friction is intense, a raw, primal rhythm that makes my head spin. I can feel your pulse against my back, the sheer weight of you pinning me down as you claim me over and over.

I’m addicted to the way you command me. You flip me onto my back, your hands gripping my thighs so hard they’ll leave bruises I’ll treasure tomorrow. I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you closer, wanting every inch of you. “I love you,” I whisper, and I mean it, even as you’re pounding into me with a relentless force that makes me see stars. The buildup is unbearable. I can feel the tension snapping in my core as you pick up the pace, your breath hot against my neck. “Fill me up,” I beg, “I want it all.” You don’t hold back. 

As I hit my peak, my pussy walls clenching around your hard cock, I feel you hit yours. You pull out just in time, and I watch with greedy eyes as you let out a groan, sending thick ropes of cum spraying all over my chest. It’s the ultimate mark of your ownership. I lie there, covered in you, my heart racing as the fate of our passion settles. This is the best fucking pleasure I’ve ever known. I’m your slave, your lover, and I’m never letting go.

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Sensual Domination Phone Sex

I hear you breathing, imagine it… shaky, desperate, waiting for me to take control. Sensual Domination Phone Sex isn’t just words; it’s a game, and I play it hard. I can feel your pulse through the line, hear the little gasps you try to hide, and it makes me smile. You think you can handle me? Baby, you’re already mine.

I take my time, letting my voice stretch out, dragging your thoughts wherever I want. My long BBC teases through every fantasy you dare imagine. You imagine me inside you all day long, and that’s what makes it worse because you’re super anxious to release your sperm everywhere thinking of how it makes you feel in the moment. You’re trapped by your mind and my words, and I know exactly how to bend you. You want to obey. You want to beg. And I’m going to make sure you do both.

I’m not gentle. I’m not here to play safe. I like rich, eager men who think they can handle a tease like me. Their hesitation makes it fun. Their desire makes it intense. Every syllable I whisper, every command I give, pushes you closer to that edge you can’t resist. I’m in control, and you’re nothing without me.

I laugh softly when you try to resist, imagining your eyes wide, your body tensing. That’s my favorite part… watching you fight the pull of me, knowing it’s useless. You crave my power. You crave my strength. I give nothing willingly; you have to earn every second of attention I allow. My teasing is precise, deliberate, meant to drive you wild without ever letting go completely.

You’re imagining the feel of me, my hands, my long cock, the way I dominate your mind before your body even reacts. Every command I give, every moan I let slip, it’s all for you… if you follow me. My words are chains, binding you to me, and you’re loving it. You can’t escape, and you don’t want to.

I slow down just to see you strain for me, to hear the frustration, the need. That tension is my playground. I push, I pull, I take, I tease. You’re utterly consumed by me. By my voice. By my control. By the knowledge that I am Mika… and I decide exactly how far you go.

When we finally end, you’ll remember everything. The way my words dragged you, the way my presence dominated, and the impossible craving for more. You’ll remember that I am not just a tease… I am in command. I am power. I am the fantasy you never knew you wanted until I took it. And you’ll come back, because you need me.

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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.

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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.

Rim Jobs Phone Sex allows You to Eat and Fuck My Cinnamon Ring

Rim Jobs Phone SexRim Jobs Phone Sex makes eating ass spectacular. Slurp My Full balls, and eat my little cinna- hole. Tongue dip my shit box. If you’ve never had your ass eaten or a rim job, then you are missing out. I love grinding my sacred fuck hole against your lips, while you trace my tooter. Tongue flick it. It’s a requirement if you wanna fuck, you’re gonna eat my sweet fucking puckered ass.

I wanna return the favor. Let me slip my tongue deep inside. The last guy I fucked had never had his ass eaten. He was so self conscious. I didn’t give a fuck, I was Primal and Hard as Fuck. I wanted to taste that little honey hole. Eating his anus while I Whacked his Willy, was booty Bliss to him. I told him a Blow job felt so much better if you got your ass played with too.

I would Know wouldn’t I

My tongue Loosened that ass up enough to slip some digits deep. Then I milked his prostate. He Fucked my Ass and Came so Quick, trying to be the hardcore Alpha Daddy. Being The Alpha got his nut deep in my asshole. He didn’t want to leave me hanging hard cocked. So I told Him I wanted his ass, and I promised to be gentle. He whined a little, but gave in quickly.

Could you Deny this sexy Body and Beautiful Cock?

I made sure his hole was slippery as fuck, and eased into him. Wanting to bare down with all my weight and shove deep and hard into him. I slowwed myself, and pumped with pace. Barely moving, to allow him to beg me for it. Todd wanted it, and his moans and pleads spoke right to my fucking loins. Setting them on fire. I began plowing hard and Deep and Fucking My Sexy Hot Alpha daddy, into total submission.

Burying myself into him, and unloading all this she milk straight into his asshole. If I could have bred him, it would have been then. I filled him up. My balls jerked as I shot the thickest cum load so deep into his anal abyss.

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Small Cock Humiliation Phone Sex is What So Many Men Need

small cock humiliation phone sexSmall cock humiliation phone sex brings me so much joy. I especially love humiliating men who unlike my husband still think they have a decent sized cock or an average one. They need a bitch like me to tell them they can’t please a Barbie doll. Occasionally, I meet a white guy who thinks he has exactly what I need. But no white guy has exactly what I need. Because no white guy has a big black cock. And when you are a black cock whore, you require big cock.

I’m at Jason at the gym. And he appeared to be the stereotypical jock. Musclebound meat head who thinks every woman in the world wants him. But not me. So not my type. And I can be very mean but that usually only happens when I’m provoked. And Jason provoked me by not taking no for an answer. So, I let him think I wanted to see his massive cock in the locker room. The gym appeared dead. Not many people work out because I think a lot of people travel this week or allow themselves a cheat week for Thanksgiving.

This idiot thought a married woman who looks as good me wanted to fuck his tiny knob. He whipped that thing out, and I started laughing. He maybe had one more inch than my husband. And that’s still under 5 inches. So that’s still worthless to a sexy, mature phone sex babe and size queen.

Nothing I Enjoy More Than Checking a Man’s Ego When He Thinks His Cock is More Than Enough

Jason didn’t get what he wanted in the locker room. He started calling me every name in the book. But I can hold my own. Made that little bitch boy cry. Don’t dish out bullshit, if you can’t handle bullshit. Jason may have a hard body, good looks, a decent job and a fancy car. But none of that matters if you don’t have a dick. He’s just overcompensating for a tiny little package, and I let him know that.

Another woman came into the locker room. At first, I thought I might get in trouble, but she saw Jason‘s dick and the expression on my face. She knew my thoughts. And she started laughing uncontrollably too. I’m not sure if she’s a black cock whore like me, but she knows that what he had couldn’t please any woman. Let alone two sexy mature women. So, she joined in on the humiliation with me.

I think Jason learned a valuable lesson. He learned he can’t get any woman he wants. And he learned that what’s between his legs cannot be called a cock. It’s a clit stick. It deserves to be caged, slapped, and shamed. And that’s what Jason got, whether he wanted it or not.

Sure, I didn’t get fucked at the gym. But I got to enjoy some humiliation phone sex. Plus, I made a new friend. Turns out she loves those big black cocks too. So, I think I have a new partner in crime. I love to share my big black cocks with other women. That includes your wife. But watch out. Two sexy bitches out of your league might make you cry.

Nylons as My Sexy Second Skin, Driving you Crazy

Pantyhose Fetish Phone Sex

Lets Feed your Sexy Fetish. Pantyhose Fetish Phone Sex Calls can be so seductive. I Love to wrap my body in sexy Teddies, and Lacey lingerie. Dress these legs up in tight, sheer nylon.  What I would say makes me feel the sexiest though?  That would be a sexy pair of panty hose, nylons or thigh high stockings. These long stems of mine look great all dressed up and fuckable. Would you worship my long, sexy legs?

Rub your face against that skin tight sheerness

Take your hands and rub against that sheer silkiness. Kiss your way up my calves, and thighs. Get Close baby, So close that you can smell my hot horny cunt. Breathe my sex in. Get Lost in my sultry scent.  Warm and wanting is the ambience. Take your cock out, make it So Stiff and just run it a long the seem defining the backs of my legs. Paint me with your Pre Cum, baby.

Id rub my sexy hose all over you. Addicting you to me, I’m your new Drug of Choice, Baby. Chase the fucking dragon. My stocking clad feet teasing your sexy body and hard cock. I want to be Sitting on your lap and stroking you all the while rubbing your cock against my inner thigh. Pantyhose, Nylons and stockings just mold to my body.

Stockings, Nylons and Pantyhose make me feel so goddamn sexy.

I want to dress up for you. A Very smart man once told me ” If a woman wears stockings, garters and lingerie for you, she must really like you because it looks like a pain in the ass”. That is so true. Dressed to the nines, and giving you a slow, sexy strip tease. Extending my long sexy legs to show them off. I want to feel your manly hands touching me. Rubbing all over my tight, restricting second skin.

Spreading my legs wide. Wagging my finger for you to come hither, between my legs. I want to wrap my legs around you. Fuck me Like this. Dressed up like a sultry little fuck slut, and pining for your cock to be inside.

Oh baby, don’t worry. We can rip a hole right in the crotch of these hose. I dont want to take them off, I want you to fuck me while I’m wearing them. That sheer turning you on so much that you fuck me like mad. Your dick slamming into me, stroking my gspot. Im horny and I want to squirt mixing us together. I want you to blow your load and sprinkle all over my Sheer restrictors.

Blow your Nut All over my stocking covered stems.

Legs wide open,

Waiting 4 U

Dixie, Xo

Sensual Domination Phone Sex: How Dedicated are you to My Pleasure?

Ever allowed yourself the satisfaction of an Erotic Sensual Domination Phone Sex call ? Imagine it, Me having you wait in the hotel for me. My orders were for you to be naked, and lying in the bed, with an eye covering. You wait with anxious anticipation for my arrival. How long will I have you waiting there?

The door opens, you can hear the rattle of the handle. My High Heels clicking against the hard floor. I say Nothing, but the clack of my heels grows closer to you. You can hear my breath and I can see your quivering body as it eagerly awaits for my sensual touch.

” Have you touched yourself today?” I ask. Sitting beside you on the bed, removing my stilettos. Depending on your answer, either way you will get my touch. If your answer is No, then I’ll allow you to kiss, and worship my beautiful feet. If it’s a Yes- Then Im pressing my toes firmly on your adams apple.

Either way, your dick is going to tremble, at my touch. Be it tender, or harsh. Your cock rising, pitching a complete tent under the hotel sheet. “Who do you think of when you touch yourself?”

Now there is only One fucking right answer to this question.

What Will You Say?

So Vulnerable, and incredibly needy you are. Lying there awaiting my touch. Im close enough for you to smell my sweet candy like perfume, and yet, you still can’t see me.

“Who Do you Think about While You Fuck Your Wife?”

Again, Only One Right Answer.

Answering wrong will be frowned upon, and punished. A Slap to the mid thigh with My Brush. But That will leave you wanting even more. Are you worth my time? Do You Deserve My Undivided attention? Do You Want to Cum Harder and on a deeper level than ever before?

Sweetheart, There is only one..right..answer.

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Stocking Fetish Phone Sex Explored with Me

stocking fetish phone sexDo you enjoy stocking fetish phone sex? Personally, I love to wear stockings, pantyhose, and thigh highs. I often wear a garter belt and stockings in the strip club. Guys enjoy eye candy. And sexy lingerie gets their attention.

I try to help the younger strippers, understand that a thong is not enough to entice a man. At least not the older, more sophisticated men, the men all the money. If you want to dance, you need to know your audience. And you need to know how to make money. I’ve been hustling all my life. Most of the younger girls look at me as a maternal figure like a house mom. So, they take my advice. And it always pays off.

I needed to go to the club around 10 PM last night to break up a girl fight. Sometimes I just want to strangle these girls. They fight over the stupidest shit. Like I tell the girls often, the club has more than enough perverts to go around.

I broke up the fight and I took the man they fought over into the VIP room. He needed a mature woman anyway. We understand fetishes much better. Plus, once he saw my stocking clad legs, he wanted me over the other girls anyway. I can cater to any phone sex fetish. In the club or on the phone.

Charlie turned out to be a beta boy. And once I took his pants off, I knew why. His cock appeared so small I needed a magnifying glass to see it. Even though he did have a small dick, I would classify him as a grower, not a shower.

Some Men Just Enjoy the Look and Feel of Silky Stockings

His cock grew a couple inches making him about 4 inches.  However, that’s still about 5 inches below what my pussy deserves. But he didn’t pay to fuck me. He paid for a small dick humiliation with a side order of stocking fetish. So, I seductively removed one of the stockings from my leg and tied up his worthless dick with it.

And I thought that poor loser might cum just from the feel of my stocking on his little dick. I even wrapped it around his balls, joking that I could turn this into cock and ball torture. You tie anything too tightly around the balls and that cuts off the circulation resulting in a chemical castration. But he did not want to be castrated. He just wanted owned. And in that time in the VIP room, I owned him. And my stockings owned him too.

This all qualified as sensual domination. But I can be a bad ass bitch or a sensual dominatrix. And since Charlie seemed like a nice older, rich man whose only problem was a small dick, I just gave him the fetish play he needed. His little clitty leaked all over my stockings. But I planned on giving them to him as a party gift anyway.

I love sensual domination phone sex calls. In the club or on the phone. If you would like to explore a fetish or have a sexy babe dominate and control you, I would love to be that girl.

Cyber Delights: Creaming for You

Cyber Sex Phone Sex

Cyber sex phone sex makes my cunt creamy as fuck, and I’m always ready for more. Just the thought of the sound of your voice, deep and commanding, is enough to make me wet and ready. I can imagine your cock, thick and hard, sliding in and out of me, your balls slapping against my ass. It’s a filthy, fucking delicious fantasy, and I want it all.

Strap-on phone sex is all about bending that ass over, you slut. I love the feeling of being dominated, of being taken from behind, my ass spread wide for your pleasure. You can spank me, fuck me, do whatever you want, and I’ll take it all, begging for more. It’s a raw, primal act, and I fucking love it.

Tease and denial phone sex is my specialty, and it makes my cunt creamy with need. I’ll edge myself, bringing my body to the brink of orgasm over and over again, leaving me aching and desperate. It’s a game of control, a dance of pleasure and denial, and I’m always ready to play. So, you filthy pervs, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.