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Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Bathroom Whore

I didn’t know his name. It didn’t really matter. He could tell by looking at me what kind of girl I was. He pulled me in the men’s room, in one of the stalls and shoved me down on his cock.  Grabbed my blonde hair and forced me down on his cock repeatedly. He told me I was his bitch. He was correct. I am any man’s bitch and the right men know this. I was gagging on his cock. Eyes bulging, eyes watering, drooling, choking…..he didn’t stop. He was getting off on my discomfort, my pain. I thought I was going to vomit on his cock. He came down the back of my throat and I was relived. It was over. But it wasn’t. He stood up, grabbed my hair and shoved my face in the toilet. He told me I deserved a whore’s bath.

Then he left. I was on the floor in the bar bathroom with my hair wet and smelling like piss and cum. Makeup smeared all over my face, feeling used. I started to get up and attempt to clean myself up when several men entered the bathroom. They heard there was a whore in the bathroom giving out free skull fucks. By the time I was alone again, I had sucked 42 cocks, swallowed a ton of cum and looked like the jizz junkie whore I am.

I was born to serve men. Do with me as you see fit. Your pleasure is all that matters.

My Fluffy Kitten

All the girls I know now days shave their kitties. But not me. I love my hairy kitty. My new master was so pleased when he ripped my clothes off and saw my bush. Part of his punishment for me was to pull a hand full of my bush and pull some hair out by the root. The pain was excruciating but that is what little sluts deserve.  He delighted at the little drops of blood on my pussy. He poured rocks on the ground and made me kneel on them to suck his cock. He loved that it hurt to have rocks pushing into my knees. I didn’t dare complain or cry out from any of the pain. I know better then to say a word. When he was done he made me lay down and he poured alcohol on my bleeding pussy, daring me to scream. He showed me from the start that I was a worthless little slut to be seen and not heard. I know my place.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Pain Slut for Daddy

Submissive phone sex is what I crave. I am a tall beautiful goddess; this I recognize.  And not a day goes by that I do not have a few guys, even females, who want to worship me, adore me, treat me like a princess solely on my looks. But, I have long harbored a dark secret. I look like a spoiled bitch on the outside; one who can command any man. However, I am a total submissive slut. Technically, I am a pain slut. I have no interest in equal relationships, nor do I want to dominate any man. I want to belong to a master. And I mean belong in every sense of the word. I want a man to control what I wear; how I act; what I do; where I go. To control my every move and every sexual encounter. And, most importantly, I want to be abused. I’m talking hardcore abuse, S and M, extreme bondage, water sports, rough anal, even sadistic torture.

Do you find yourself wondering how a tall goddess, former Homecoming Queen and Head Cheerleader became such a submissive junkie? Daddy. I t all began with my Daddy. You see after my mother died, I was the woman of the house and my dad was a tortured artist type. He had a very dark side. I think Daddy felt conflicted by his sexual desires for his young daughter that he turned me into his slave, into his pain whore to appease his guilt. The first time he saw me naked in the bath tub, he called me a dirty cock tease whore and said I needed to be punished for such nasty behavior. He made me get out of the tub and lay across his lap. I was very young. He spanked me first with his bare hand so hard I was crying and begging for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire he spanked me so hard.

I could feel his thing under me, hard as a rock. He knew he was hard too and this made him want to hurt me more. I was not sure if he hurt me more because I made him hard, or if it made him hard hurting me. Regardless, I paid for his hard dick. He grabbed the curling iron and shoved it in my pussy and fucked me repeatedly  for a painfully long time. I was even bleeding. Daddy of course was still hard. Frustrated by his hard dick, he took the curling iron and rammed in up my ass. That was the beginning of my obsession with anal play and torture. It was the beginning of my daddy’s obsession with hurting my ass. Without me even touching his dick, he came in his pants as I cried and begged him not to hurt my bottom. My Daddy and I developed a symbiotic sick relationship that I try to replicate with my masters. Daddy came hurting me, and I learned to please men and hence myself by being a total pain slut.

I always need new mean Daddy’s. Let my pain and my humiliation get you off!

A Man with Self Control

 I hate all the god damn men thinking that just by flirting a bit and buying me a drink I’ll act like any other little slut at the bar and have my skirt hitched up around my waist and my panties in the back seat of his car. All these slutty little trollops with their tits and asses practically hanging out of their tube dresses.  I have more class in my foot than those whores will ever have. I need a new man who will treat me like the work of perfect art that I am. A man who is educated, upstanding, and who can satisfy all of my primal desires. A man who will be obedient, but also have no reservations when I ask him to hold me down and bring me to the edge of an orgasm. A man with self control. I want you to tease my clit for hours on end, bring me to the brink over and over again until I am begin you to fuck the living daylight out of me!

Drugs Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: Party Favors Weekend

You know what a holiday weekend means to me? Party. Party. Party. Friday night, until this morning, I was holed up in my son’s downtown warehouse doing every drug imaginable and fucking my ass off. I invited a few girl friends and we partied with my son and a few of his friends. Coke and pot are my drugs of choice, but this weekend I tasted the rainbow:  ice, hash, Oxycotin, X, shrooms, heroin, Quaaludes…  You name it, I tried it. Fucking is just better high on something. And I did my share of fucking. My son made me do things, disgusting things for my medicine. To get my favorite medicine, my nose candy, I had to let 16 guys gang bang my ass. My ass was not only gaping open, but  oozing with jizz.  For some ice, I had to let the boys pee on me. I am not use to being a human toilet, but I wanted to try ice so bad; plus I am my son’s whore, so whatever sick, depraved thing he wants, I gotta do. Just this weekend, I got rewarded with party favors. For Oxycotin, I had to eat out my one girl friend who was on the rag. I have eaten a lot of pussy before, but never when a chick had her period. Didn’t enjoy it, but the Oxycotin erased the taste in my mouth.

For some hash,  I had to entertain the 4 legged friend who was staying at the warehouse too. Friendly guy, but his big red rocket was nothing I had ever had before and it felt so strange and dirty. My son jacked off good watching me get fucked by man’s best friend. He got off on the humiliation. He took a bit of a reprieve on me for the X. All I had to do for that was take 16 loads of spunk  down my throat and snowball it with my lovely female companions. We guzzled cum like dehydrated soldiers trapped in the desert.  Now, when it came time to try some junk, I was nervous. Never shot up before as needles scare me. My son put a ball gag in my mouth and a huge butt plug in my ass, strapped me down, and shot that junk between my toes while he told his friends to shoot cum over my worthless body. I laid there, strung out for awhile, feeling numb, covered in cum. That was a pretty mind blowing high. Guys were fucking me, and it was like an out of body experience. I was covered in jizz. The next drug I got to try was  mushrooms. That was a trip! I had to lick all the cum off the warehouse floor while on a psychedelic trip. The cum was moving before my eyes too; pretty wild. After over 48 hours of being whored out, used and defiled, I was given some Quaaludes to knock me the fuck out. I passed out on the floor that I had cleaned up with my tongue. I woke up hours later, with even more cum in me and on me. Guess the boys continued to party with me after I passed out.

I am strung out and sore from this weekend. But I am a drug whore. Nothing I won’t do for candy  or cock. What sick, twisted, depraved things you wanna make me do?

Good Little Subbie

   I woke up this morning and my throat was killing me. Then again after the way you made me scream last night I’m not really sure I’m surprised. The fact that your cock was shoved half way down my throat and you were face fucking me probably didn’t help either. Do you remember how soaking wet my cunt was for you? I had been waiting for you to call me and ask me to come over all weekend, and every time I even thought I heard my phone ring I rushed over to it to see if it was you. It’s ok that you made me wait so long though, because I know that the pleasure that I will receive from being a patient subbie is worth the wait. I am more than happy to take the punishments and rewards that you think I deserve. Please please please, let me feel your nice, hard, thick cock thrust down my throat. 

Sweet Pain

Laying in bed, I feel that familiar sting on my cunt. For a few days now I have been savoring the welts you gave to me as a gift. I feel so thankful that you have given this to me, this pain of yours. I close my eyes and my fingers lightly touch each one.

I remember so vividly how they occurred, and my cunt aches.. not just on the skin, but so deep inside its burns so lightly.. nicely. I feel my breathing heavier now. My stomach turns into knots as I anticipate what you would do to me next. You said I was more and more deserving with each crack of your whip. The pain you share with me only brings me higher and higher, I feel like I can almost understand the sweet pain.

The intensity drives my wet cunt to such a hot ache that I start rubbing the flesh, softly at first, remembering each time you gave me your pain, rubbing faster now.. I dangle on the edge.. crying.. begging to fall..

Books can’t teach you this Part 3

   Thick. That’s the only thing I could think about when Vince grabbed my head and forced himself into my waiting mouth. His cock was HUGE and think and every time he forced it to the back of my throat I felt my dripping pussy quiver. If his cock felt this good in my mouth and down my throat, I could only imagine how amazing it would feel buried deep inside my tight, dripping cunt. I glanced up at Vince and saw that while pleasure was obvious on his face, he seemed cool, calm and collected. 

   As if on cue, he looked me straight in he eye and started to mock me about how desperate I must be to have his thick, hard cock deep inside my dripping pussy. All i could do is nod and moan. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. He ordered me to bend over the table at the end of the books shelves and wasted no time holding my head down against the table and holding my arms behind my back. The instant his cock thrust into me I was writhing. He was stretching me to my limits, and I could already feel an intense orgasm fast approaching. In moments it was over. I felt pleasure overtake me… my cunt squeezed around Vince’s cock and he burst inside me. It wasn’t until I came down from my high that I realized Vince had already taken his leave. I hope to see him again soon, the things he can teach me can’t be learned from books…

Role Play Phone Sex with Blair: Ruler of Cock

You know when you are little you fantasize about what you will be when you grow up. And, you are full of innocence and your parents encouragement so you honestly think you can be anything, anyone. Well, I wanted to be Catherine the Great.  I knew she was dead, but I had yet to realize the US didn’t operate like Russia. All I knew was that she was beautiful, wealthy, noble and powerful. She was the longest ruling female of Russia. She possessed the qualities I wanted. As I got older, and studied history in college, I became more fascinated with her. By this time, I was an established submissive and exploring all sorts of kinky sexual fantasies. I read every book I could on her, saw every movie made about her,  and dressed up as her whenever I could.

Catherine the Great was what I could not be; what was not in my instinct to be: dominate. But, we did share a passion for sexual deviancy. I read countless stories about her sexual exploits and would masturbate. She had a very healthy libido and was not afraid to indulge her sexual proclivities. Everyone knows the rumor about the horse. But beyond that, she was notorious for liking younger cock and giving favor to those  young strapping lads by selecting them for positions within her political cabinet. She bore more than one illegitimate offspring too. After her husband died, she refused to marry again. She did not care about appearances.  She cared about power and desire.  She did not deny herself sexual pleasure.  She was way ahead of her time. Can you blame me for wanting to be her or just like her when I grew up? She had a huge sexual appetite. She had an erotic obsession for  boy cock. She apparently loved doing perverted and sick things to get off. She fucked outside her marriage and indulged in family fun. She was my idol.

In hindsight, I know it looks silly to think I could have been Catherine the Great as a younger girl, but didn’t you have some out of the box fantasies when you were younger too? And can you blame me for wanting to be a powerful , insatiable ruler of cock? It still gets my cunt wet thinking of all the boys she had, the two legged and four legged variety!

 

Mommy Phone Sex with Blair: Taking It in the Ass for My Son

My youngest son is struggling in summer school. He told me I needed to make sure he passed his classes. So, I went to his school to meet with some of his teachers. I don’t want Tyler held back. I pleaded with his history and math teachers. I said I would do anything to keep Tyler from repeating a grade. As I was leaving the parking lot, both teachers approached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. They said I was a hot mom and I could secure Tyler’s advancement to the next grade if I partied with them. At first I was a bit shocked at what two professional men were suggesting; but then I thought, Tyler knew this would happen. He probably even arranged it. He knows his mommy will do anything for him.

Turns out these two teachers live together and share everything. I arrived in a slutty outfit with a pretty green bra and matching panties on underneath that Tyler picked out for me. They offered me some recreational candy to get me in the mood. I snorted two lines of coke, and then began guzzling wine. I was ready to party with my son’s teachers.  We sat on the couch kissing, stroking and fingering for a bit before we went in the bedroom. These guys were hung. I started sucking both cocks at once. They were completely comfortable being naked in front of each other. This was not their first tag team. They made a point of telling me that I had to do whatever they wanted to secure Tyler’s future.  I’m a good mommy. I’m a slut mommy.  As I was on my knees, taking their throbbing cocks in my mouth, I kept thinking of my son’s young hard cock and how yummy it tastes. He’d be so proud of me for doing this for him.

Tyler’s teachers’ cocks were hard and thick and ready to fuck. They made me snort another line because they were going to nail me good they said.  And boy did they fuck me hard. I had a cock crammed up my ass and my cunt. Cum was running out of both my fuck holes. They fucked me for hours. I just kept thinking of my baby boy and how he would reward me for this with his young seed. Then I kept snorting coke like a party animal. I even snorted coke off their cocks.

I think a good mommy does whatever it takes to make sure her offspring is happy. Even if that means being a fuck slut to their teachers to ensure they can move on to the next grade. Whatever my boys need, their momma provides. And, I am rewarded amply for my valor!