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Cocksucking Whore Gets Throat Fucked

Cocksucking Phone SexMy professor caught my playing with my pretty pink pussy in the middle of class. I was daydreaming about you when my hand just wandered into my sweet short-shorts. I sat in the back of the classroom, so I wasn’t afraid of being so wet. But, Professor must have smelled my sweet slutty pheromones. He came almost running right back to my seat, right when I was three flicks of my clit away from cumming. He asked to speak to me in the hallway, and I could see how hard his cock was through his khakis. In the hall, he pulled out his fat cock, and forced me to my knees. I let him throat fuck me until he blew his hot, steamy load down my throat. I swallowed every drop, just like a good girl would. When I turned around, I saw a line had formed! The male faculty stood in the hall, waiting for my sweet slutty lips around their cocks.

I’m a worthless little brat

submissive phone sex A worthless little brat is how my Uncle has always called me. I’m a submissive slut thanks to him. He is my fathers brother and has decided to own me when I got in trouble with the Law. I was caught shoplifting and he is on the Police force. I had called him to try getting me out of trouble. He got me cleared with the terms of his own. I first had to do some civil service shit. I had to clean toilets at the Jailhouse. It’s a really small town and he fixed it up for me to do without any criminal record. I became his property and he made me do really nasty things for him and his fellow officers. I would be cleaning their urinals and they would make me into one. I had to let them piss on me and suck their cocks. I was forced to do whatever my Uncle wanted me to do for his fellow officers. I had to thank them for allowing me to serve them and thank them for not making me go to jail for the theft charges. I became my Uncles property and property of his precinct. I was even used by the women officers and court clerks. They get really nasty with me. I am just a slut that is meant to serve. I went off to college and am no longer serving them and I need a new Master to use and humiliate me.

Drugs Phone Sex Anal Whore

drugs phone sexI love drugs phone sex calls. Getting high alone is so boring. Everyone knows that a coked up woman is a nasty freak. For me, I just become a nastier freak. Honestly, not much I will not do, but on coke, there is not anything I will not do. Last night, I was high and alone. My sons were out with their father at the arcade blowing off some steam. I was working, so I stayed home to party and talk dirty. Things got interesting too. My stepson stopped by looking for his dad. He is older than my boys and I rarely see him. We do not get along because he blames me for his parents’ divorce. He hates me. He is rough with me, but I like it. And when on coke, I love it. He thought he was going to hurt me with a hardcore ass fucking, but I am a seasoned anal sex whore.  I am also a pain slut and druggy whore. I was not feeling his 8-inch dick in my ass. It was part because I was that high. It was mostly that I can handle a baseball bat up my ass with no problem. I knew he would hate me teasing him when he was trying to be the aggressor. When I joked that I could not feel his dick, he pulled it out and inserted his fist. Now, we had a party. Now, I was feeling something. He came in my cunt while fisting my ass. When my boys came home, they were horny for mommy. They did not even notice that my holes were bigger and creamier than normal. Even if they had noticed, they would not have cared. My sons and my husband love me because I am a nasty freak.

Your Personal Fuck Slave

Slavery Phone SexMaster brought me here, as a present, to You. I’m Your new fuck toy. Does that please You? I know I sure am going to. Every day will start the same for us; I’ll wake You up by sucking Your cock. Bobbing my head up and down, licking and flicking my tongue over Your cock head, until You leave me with a mouthful of hot, gooey cum. You’ll find Your slippers ready, as well as Your robe. The shower is already running for You.
I’ll climb right in with You, to scrub and soap Your body, and then to hold still while You use me for Your own pleasure, like a slutty pocket pussy. After washing Your body, I towel-dry You, shave You, and serve You coffee and breakfast.
When You get home from work, I’ll be kneeling at the door, naked and soaking wet, to suck Your cock. You’ll skull fuck me, until Your day’s stress drains right down my cum-guzzling throat. After I serve You dinner, make You a drink, and rub Your feet, You allow me the pleasure of bouncing on Your cock while You watch the news.
I’ll wind and grind my tight, hot cunt all over Your cock, until You cum deep inside of me. Of course, I have to clean myself off of You, which means You get to shoot more cum, this time all over my pretty tits. How may I service You?

Cumming Over Tea Kettles

Submissive Phone SexI know the wetness on my pants is visible. I see women stare in disgust and men stare in wonder. The men sniff the air, trying to catch the scent of my sweet, soaked pussy. I was a trembling mess as I tried to do my shopping. I needed new sheets, a tea kettle, some towels. I didn’t know what else; everything escaped me except for the certain torture the dildo offered my aching cunt.
The man from the parking lot was here as well, watching and waiting for me to eventually push myself over the edge. I’m not a quiet girl when I cum; everyone would know they my pussy was being rocked with pleasure. I was humiliated, my face worse than a blushing bride. That only made my cunny drip more and more.
I saw my demise. I had to bend or squat down to reach the tea kettle I had come for. If I did that, every pussy muscle would clench and contract around my slick toy, and I’d lose control. The man smirked at me as I was on the verge of tears. I needed to cum, and I needed to cum now. The whore that I was was absolutely eating up every second of this.
Right now, I had a hard choice, though not the hard choice I wanted. What I needed was a fat, hard cock pumping away inside of my fuckholes. I needed Master to have me, to use me, to remind me I was His toy. Not that I ever forgot, of course. My cunt was always sweet and slick for him. Each step brought me closer and closer to the edge. As I squatted down, the moan escaped my fuckdoll lips as I came, my body wracked with waves of pure pleasure. I squirted all over the Kitchen Appliance isle, the men nearby closing in to “help” me. I knew they were going to use me now; clean up on isle three.

Submissive Phone Sex GFE

submissive phone sexIt is no secret I like submissive phone sex. I am a switch. Part slave, part gfe goddess. I met a new man recently at the club. We are open again, but we must wear masks and cannot be at full capacity. Oddly enough, his last name is Gray. No, he is not a Christian, lol. Peter Gray. He is an adult film producer. Not his birth name, but it is the name he goes by in his industry. He has family in my town and since the virus hit, he has been checking in on his parents. He rented a nice Air B and B house with an in-ground pool and a sex room. How do I know? Because I spent the weekend with him. He made me an offer I could not refuse. A few grand to make a private video for him. He likes blonde bimbo types. He is about 20 years older than me, but still handsome in a Sam Elliot sort of way. He did not tell me about the sex room, but when I saw it my pussy got wet. It was like something straight out of 50 Shades of Gray. My Mr. Gray has cock issues. Comes with age, but he discovered he can get hard tying a woman up and spanking her. Fifty Shades kind of BDSM phone sex is mild compared to some things I have done in the past. I let him tie me up. I let him spank me. I let him bind my tits. It all got his cock rock hard, which is apparently hard to do. He snapped pictures and even took a video for his spank bank. Happy to help an old man get wood again. I was also happy to fuck a porn producer and make some money too. Since the club was closed for months, my bank account took a hit. Things are looking up again though.

Department Store Dildo Whore

Guided MasturbationI hit a pothole, and nearly screamed. My pussy clenched around the seven inch dildo I’d plunged into my pussy while getting dressed. Every step, every single bump, was the sweetest torment. I rolled my car up to the department store, and parked at a distance from the storefront and the other cars. I put the car in park, and started to rock my hips against the dildo.
The pleasure that shot from my cunt to my clit was earth shattering. I started to really ride that thing. It pressed against my panties and the seat perfectly. I felt my breath coming quicker, my pulse racing, as my body was reaching it’s cumming point. That’s all I needed now. I was so in tune with fucking myself, I didn’t see the man approach.
“Are you okay, miss? You look like you’re having a seizure.” My heart leapt into my throat as I halted my strokes just mere millimeters away from a mind blowing orgasm. My face flushed; I’d been caught being a filthy whore in my car.
“I was… dancing.” I offered with a shy smile, my pussy trying to milk the dildo, begging for release.
“Oh.” He smiled knowingly, and offered a wink, before strolling away to enter the store. I saw how hard his cock was through his sweatpants. He knew! But I couldn’t continue now, I had to go shopping. I was caught with a hand in the cookie jar. I exited the car, whining at the pure torture this dildo was giving me. I walked towards the store, and stopped. It would be too much, the way my hips rocked the cock inside me. I was sure to make a mess of myself. Already, I could see a small wet spot on my pants. Not good!
There was a breath on my ear. The sexy bloke who’d caught me riding a rubber cock in my car was there, hand on my throat. “Don’t cum in the store, Kitten.” I whined again. I was never going to make it.

True Holy Water

Blasphemy Phone SexForgive me Father, for I have sinned. I thought I was ready to turn my life around. I had started going to the local Catholic Cathedral every Sunday, I was serving food in the local soup kitchens, and donating to charity every chance I got. Most of all, I had started my celibacy.


I was almost three months in when Father Arthur asked me to stay after Mass one day, just to help him with some paperwork in his office. How could I refuse? Such a holy man. He really leads his flock with love. He told me he needed to go up there first, and that he would meet me there when I was ready. I smiled and nodded, and thanked him as he walked away.
I wouldn’t stay thankful for long. Upon entering his office, the door slammed shut behind me. I looked, and Sister Mary Ethel and Sister Alice stood there, barring my way.


“It would seem that you have some repenting to do.” Father Arthur said as he stood. The sisters threw me over his desk, and they ripped my skirt down for my hips exposing my pink little ass cheeks and my rapidly dampening cunny.
I started to protest, but his cock was in my mouth before I knew what was happening. As I sucked and licked, and let him throat fuck me, the sisters began to beat me. With the rulers, with their rosaries, with anything that was available. Yes, even the Bible itself.
All the way up my ass, right down my soft little thighs, they abused my sweet skin. I was screaming around his cock. I could feel the welts on my ass as they beat me, and I could feel my pussy starting to really drip.
Sister Mary Ethel pointed that out, and they began to gently tease my cunt. Above the pain, I felt the pleasure. I had tried to repent, but God was making it very clear. I was born to be a sinner; a pain slut. As I came, all over the sisters fingers, they smirked and made a comment about “true holy water”.


As the priest came down my throat, he said,
“Take unto you the body of Christ, and be forever saved.” I felt the mix of cum and blood trickling down the back of my leg where I had been cut with the ruler, but I didn’t care. In my head I was screaming, begging for more.


I’m now on my true path, who I really was meant to be. An overly submissive masochist, all thanks to Father Arthur putting me back on my path. Hallowed be thy name.

Yours to Possess

pain slut phone sexThe darkest part of night is always when I have all of my fun. It hides the bruises that You give me, the cuts along my chest, and the screams that escape me. It doesn’t shroud what You do to me, though. The way You walk into a room, and just grab me. Because I am Yours, every piece of me is your property, and it all belongs to you. I am Yours to possess. Your hand around my throat, forcing me against the wall.
Your other hand in my hair, as You bring me down to suck on your fat cock. You want me to fuck your friends? Yes Master. If they want a fucking show, this filthy slut will give it to them. You want me to display myself at the family picnic? Yes Master. You want to string me up from the rafters by my nipples and my ankles? Anything to please You. Every breath, everything that I do, it’s all for You.
I crave the detailed attentions that only You offer. I need the sting of Your palm across my face, my ass, my tits, my cunt. I need the pain as much as I need the pleasure. At the very thought of You, my sweet pussy is instantly soaked. I need it. I need You, and every ounce of pleasure and pain You so generously gift me. In a perfect world, I’d live as Your slave, 24/7/365. Willingly, of course. Won’t You come and play with me? Won’t You remind me who I belong to?

Blessed Is Saint Andrew

submissive phone sexIt hurt like Hell; but I was in Heaven. I was slick with desire, my cunny a running river. Floating on cloud nine, I screamed again as the whip bit into my tender thigh, the welt not far behind. “But daddy I have been a good girl.”  I was sobbing, every breath a dagger in my side. I was sure at least one rib was broken.

“I know.” His voice was sandpaper and steel. “You’re welcome.” The whip kissed my tear stained cheek, blood bubbling up in its wake. I smiled over my split lip, thanking him with every breath. Daddy’s hands would be gentle later, as he soothed my scar-bound skin with gentle strokes of salve. Until then, I lived in the Glory of his lashes.

I was chained to an upright Saint Andrew’s Cross. He circled me, prowling like a predator on the hunt, eager to decide where to strike next. I was a prey who had wandered willingly into his trap. I was more frightened than I had ever been; a true deer in the headlights.

He whipped me until dusk, and then until dawn. By the time it was noon again, I’d lost feeling in my hands and feet, but not where it counted. I was a latticework cross-stitch in ivory and crimson, and all I could think about was getting more, the snap of the whip, and the smooth walnut of the crux decussata.

My throat was raw from crying and shouting, and from the eight times he’d throat fucked me with his thick cock. From the look in his slate eyes, I knew number nine was coming soon, and I had no idea when it would stop. The very thought made my slick pussy drip even more. Woe is me, the luckiest little pain slut on the planet; and blessed is Saint Andrew.

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