Party Girl Has A One Night Stand Continued…
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The night I met Mr. M, I’d been more than a little frustrated. Earlier on, I’d wasted an hour and a half dancing and talking to this guy at the club. He was a great looking guy but when we got back to his place he was very reluctant to take off his boxers. That could only mean one thing. As I feared, he had a short little cock between his legs. I was so damn disappointed I wasn’t up for pretending. I told him he should tell girls about his short dick problem before wasting their time. I felt like I had been ripped off. I only get to go out once a week when my boyfriend goes out of town. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I’m not single. Anyways I wasn’t up for spending the night with a guy whose dick was the size of my pinky finger ! I stormed out and went back to the club.
I had a standing “I’ll give you unlimited blowjobs, and you’ll let me in your club and give me all the free drinks I want, whenever I want” deal with the manager of the club. I’d jst been there to deliver on my end and was on my way out the door when Mr. M came stumbling through the door of the office. He stared down my shirt for a few minutes, then invited me to stay awhile and then be his guest for dinner and the concert. Of course I agreed.
The first thing I noticed was that OK, so Mr. M had a little bit of a Daddy thing going on – but he was a lot older than me – and I’d been a bad, bad girl lately and was definitely in need of a good spanking, so what the heck. As part of the game, I struggled in vain when he forced me over his lap and yanked my panties down around my knees. I kicked hard; he spanked hard. He began to spank me soundly, rhythmically – building in intensity – and pausing to rub my reddening bottom in between slaps.
At first it felt good, but then it started to sting a lot more than I’d expected it to. I mean, it wasn’t the first time I’ve been bent over a man’s knee and had my sweet round ass set on fire, but this spanking was making me squirm and shed a few tears. Even though I could feel my cunt starting to ooze, I still jumped a mile when he rudely shoved a finger up my cunt. I didn’t want to, but I came immediately – my hips bucking madly and me screaming like a banshee.
He stood up, unzipped and pulled his huge dick out of his pants all in one fluid motion. Stories of his penis size were legendary – and they sure weren’t wrong. He was massive. He shoved me backwards on the bed, spread my legs apart with his knees, and shoved his big cock inside my cunt. He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb and began thrusting his big cock in and out of my tight hole. I screamed with excitement and pleasure. I felt his body tense as he groaned and fell against me, covering my body with his sweat. He rubbed my clit hard until I came again, screaming and trying hard to catch my breath.
We must have dozed off because I woke up about twenty minutes later. I slid my body out from underneath his and knelt over him. I breathed my warm breath on his cock and balls, then started sucking his balls and licking the length of his big dick. Finally, I started sucking on his penis, taking all of it into my mouth. But I gagged as he fucked my face violently, shoving his dick all the way down my throat as I felt him shoot his load.
We laid there and sweated for a little while, then he sat up and called room service to order a few bottles of champagne. When the knock on the door came, he told me to answer it naked, and rub my nipples and finger myself as I opened it. So I did. I know I have an awesome body and I enjoy showing it off. The bellboy’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Mr. M told him to come on in and drop his pants and I’d suck him off, but the poor guy just backed slowly out of the room, never once taking his eyes off me. Mr. M laughed, and I loved the shocked guy’s red-faced embarrassment.
Mr. M and I drank a bottle of champagne, smoked a couple of joints and snorted a few lines of I’m not sure what. In between, we kissed and licked and fondled each other. He sucked my titties for awhile, then shoved his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it. He held my head in one position and screwed my mouth. He came within minutes, pulling his dick out of my mouth so he could squirt his warm load all over my face.
Then we shared a cigarette and watched a little of some silly porn video-on-demand thing. Suddenly, he flipped me over his lap and started spanking me again – really hard – ramming a finger inside my sweaty cunt after every whack. The pain followed by pleasure felt so good it was making me delirious. I felt his cock getting hard and pressing against my belly. Suddenly he stopped spanking me and shoved me off his lap onto the floor. Then he stood up and yanked me to my feet by my hair. He puffed up a couple of pillows, positioned them on the bed and shoved me over them, with my ass up poked in the air.
He shoved his massive cock deep into my cunt once, covering it with my cunt slime – then pulled it out and rammed it deep up into my asshole, making me scream with pain. He laughed and slapped my ass several times.
I cried and struggled to get away, but he held my ass firmly and kept ramming his monster cock into my tight little butthole. Then he reached around and yanked my legs apart, mashing his full weight against me and fingering my clit while fucking my pussy with his finger. It wasn’t long before my crying and screaming had turned to squirming and panting. My chest was heaving as I threw back my head and yelled to him to keep on filling my ass with his thick cock. I felt him blow his load; so much come I felt it leaking out of my ass and dribbling down between my thighs. He kept massaging my swollen, throbbing clit until I had another thunderous orgasm.
I was totally covered with sweat and cum and suggested we take a shower. Mr. M’s response was to shake up a bottle of champagne and soak me with it, then start licking my boobs and belly. I got up and ran into the bathroom, giggling. Mr. M followed. We skipped the shower but hopped in the Jacuzzi and for the next hour, we slipped and slid all over each other’s wet bodies.
Then his manager phoned to remind him of a pre-arranged interview in a hour. So we drank the rest of the champagne, smoked another joint, and did another line. He gave me a VIP pass for the next night’s concert, and I gave him my panties and him one last quick blowjob.
Mr. M’s cock in my mouth was the last thought I had before I passed out again.
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Call Me Miss Brown, If You’re Nasty!
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By Morgan Brown
“In all honesty Miss Brown this is not what I had in mind when I applied for the job of personal assistant”
Which was true. Gene hadn’t bargained for having to dress so sexy or to have to serve all of Miss Browns sexual needs. Nor had Max counted on having the breast enhancements,the figure training,the cosmetic,style and voice training. Nor the humliating lessons in comportment and sensual service. Not to mention the fact that Gene had been born a man!!!
You wouldn’t know it now. But the only signs of his former life was tucked back between Gene’s thighs and secured in a panty that can only be removed with a key. The training began with felatio and was a awkward and frightening experience having to drop down to his knees and suck the large rubber cock presented to him. He had often dreamed of having someone like Miss Brown go down on him, and yet he was in the total opposite role. Oral sex now seemed like such a submissive,demeaning and debasing act. It was a reminder of how much his life had changed.
Miss Brown for her part loved the attention. Especially since the phallus was equipped with little nubs that were directed right toward her clitoris. Oh how Miss Brown completely dominate and humiliate Gene. While she taught him to control his breathing, a technique that would enable him to deep throat, she began to think of his imprisoned penus and how it would never again get to experince the delight that Gene was giving her.
No Gene was a woman. Women were not made to penetrate but to be penetrated. Or at least this was the mantra she kept repeating to her debased maidservant.
And penetrated Gene was. After the intensive blowjob training Miss Brown turned him around and taught him to ride the cock. She sunk it deep into his ass with repeated thrust that made Gene think he would be split in two. She taught him to relax as the strap-on slipped passed his spincter. And to squeeze tightly the way a woman does with kegals. The attention on her prostate was making Gene a horny little slut. But as always her excitement was thwarted by the cage around her cock. “That’s so you only concentrate on your owners pleasure and not your own” Goddess explained.
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Party Girl Has A One Night Stand Part 1
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I rolled over and felt a familiar slimy stickiness between my legs that reminded me I hadn’t spent the night alone. But who the guy had been – or where he was now – I had no idea. Nor did I care.
“Man, I am SO whacked – and it feels SO good . . .” that’s the last thing I remember thinking before I passed out last night. But I just woke up on the bathroom floor. My mouth tastes like the inside of a poodle’s asshole and my head’s pounding faster and louder than a jackhammer .
And where the hell were my panties ? Had I even bothered to wear any ? I had no recollection – it was anyone’s guess . . .
Whoever it had been, it wasn’t Mr. Big . Wow ! What a night THAT had been . . . In spite of the crappy way I felt right now, I had to smile as I remembered all the fun I’d had then. It had been a little more than two months since we’d spent that memorable night together in his hotel suite. He’d told me he had an awesome time with me, and he’d even promised he’d be in touch later – but of course he hadn’t (at least not so far). But then, our encounter had only been two months ago – and he was in the middle of a world tour. So I was sure he’d give me a buzz as soon as his hectic life settled down. I felt myself getting wet between the legs just thinking about it.
Well, back to right now . . . There were two glasses on the floor; one of them with my trademark candy-red lipstick smeared around the rim. That glass was totally empty. The other glass held a couple of inches of something clear – vodka, maybe ? – in the bottom. I gulped it down without thinking or checking what it was.
I stood up and noticed a few new bruises as I stretched. Whoever he was, he must’ve been a little rough last night; I don’t really know – I have absolutely no memory of anything that happened.
I wandered into the kitchen, where nearly a full bottle of gin stood waiting for me on the counter. I splashed some into a glass, grabbed a few ice cubes from the freezer and downed it all in one gulp. Now where the hell were my cigarettes ?
I always had a cigarette after sex, so there was a good chance they were on the bedside table – that is, if we’d fucked in bed. I stumbled in the general direction of the bedroom.
I saw my thick black leather belt laying across the bed; hmmm . . . I walked across the room and checked my ass out in the full-length mirror – and sure enough, there were several new belt-shaped marks across it. Try as I might, I still couldn’t remember anything about last night’s antics . . . The dog collar and handcuffs dangling from the bedpost ought to jog my memory, but they didn’t – man, I must have really been out of it !
My cigarettes ! I sat down on the side of the bed and lit a Marlboro. I definitely needed another drink to go with the cigarette, so I motored back to the kitchen. No ice necessary this time – it just takes up room in the glass. I was starting to notice that my asshole hurt, so I was guessing it got a little action last night. Still couldn’t remember a fucking thing, though . . .
I poured a full glass of gin and took it back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. I finished the cigarette and put it out. I downed half the gin, bent my knees and spread my legs wide. I inserted a finger deep into my cum-filled cunt and wiggled it around. Mmmmmm . . . But I wanted something more, something bigger and harder . . .
My favorite vibrating dildo was in the top drawer of the bedside table. I got it out and fired it up. It was a tight fit, but it slid right inside my snatch, no lube needed. I turned on the “slow pulse” function, and moaned as it did its business. I finished the gin and laid my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, and remembered my incredible cum-filled night with Mr. Big. I rubbed my big nipples until they were hard little buttons. I began sliding the big dildo in and out of my cunt, occasionally rubbing it up against my clit. It wasn’t long before I was lost in a flood of pleasant memories and sensations.
Yeah, that had definitely been a night to remember . . .
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Mutual Masturbation, Coed Style!
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When I went off to college last Fall I was wondering what things were going to be like for me sharing a dorm room with another girl and kind of wondering if I was ever going to have the kind of privacy I had at home in my room. When I met my roommate I was glad that she was someone I could hit it off with. We more or less kind of clicked from the start and I think it was a relief for both of us. We both admitted that we were worried about who our roommate was going to be and were relieved that it seemed like a good match.
We got settled in and over the next few weeks I found myself getting really frustrated sexually because it was so much harder to find alone time to masturbate. I was always waiting for her to leave for class or kind of get hints if she was going to be gone for a while so that I could get myself off. Needless to say I was walking around school so darn horny half the time because I wasn’t getting myself off enough like I used to when I was home. One time, I woke up in the middle of the night and was just so horny I knew I needed to do something. I looked over at my roommate and I could tell pretty much that she seemed sound asleep. The beds in our room were in opposite corners. So I decided that I could probably do what I needed to do and she likely would never know.
I just slid my hand down and started to give myself a little relief. Oh my gosh it felt so good. It reminded me of being at home in my own bed. I was so wet. It didn’t take long and I knew I was getting close to an orgasm. I usually like to roll over on my stomach and kind of grind my hands into my clit when I’m ready to finish. So I slowly rolled over and tried to stay quiet and move as little as possible so that I could finish.
All of a sudden I heard “so looks like you need it as bad as me”. OMG my roommate was up and sitting up in bed looking at me. I was so embarrassed. I rolled over and said sorry I didn’t mean to wake you but I couldn’t help it. I was mortified. She was pretty cool about it and said that I wasn’t the only one who was frustrated about not getting enough alone time. She admitted that it was becoming a real problem for her too and was surprised I hadn’t caught her doing it a few times at night. I said yea its not like being back at home. She could totally agree. We talked a little and basically both admitted that we needed more alone time and that we both masturbated quite a bit for relief. She actually said “hey I’ll tell you this, I’m not gay or anything but if you want to we could make it easier on both of us if maybe we just masturbate whenever we want and just understand that that’s what we need and it doesn’t have to be a big deal or embarrassing for us”. I said yea it sounds weird but I basically can’t take the waiting and wondering when I’m gonna have alone time, its getting so frustrating. So she said well, “you want to finish what you were doing and I need to do it too”.
Although weird at first I was so relieved to just have it out there in the open and know that now I could do it whenever and it was going to be no big deal. That nite Amy and I had our first masturbation session together. It was great. She stayed in her bed and I in mine and we just took care of ourselves together for the first time. We whispered to each other how good it felt and I think we could each tell how horny the other one was. We could hear each other having our orgasms and I thought it was great. After, we talked and were both so glad that now we had it out in the open and didn’t have to wait for the other to leave and it freed us up to just relieve the tension whenever we needed to. We didn’t start masturbating together all the time but when one of us was doing the deed it was no longer a big deal to have the other person in the room. Sometimes I would hear her and sometimes I guess she could hear me but we didn’t always do it together. I often liked to masturbate in the morning when I first wake up and so did she apparently and so quite a few times we heard each other in the morning or actually just did it together. No, we never did any lesbian stuff or anything like that. It was just a way for both of us to be comfortable taking care of our needs and not having to feel embarrassed about it.
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I Kissed A Girl
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I came home smelling of her and it drove me wild. Later that night, I thought about her touching me while I touched myself. Her hands on my face as she kissed me, her whispers in my ear as she caressed me and cast a spell. I immediately felt the warm rush of desire march over my skin at the mere sight of her. I was lost, completely immersed in thoughts of her as I clutched at the sheets and strummed my own flesh. I thought about how wet she became around me, how hard her nipples grew, our flirting evident in both of our bodies, the need to satiate the other at the very surface. I thought about the first time I tasted her, slipping my fingers in between her delicate folds, opening her slowly with each gentle thrust as my tongue flickered over her clitoris…
As my memories of her bumped me dangerously close to the edge of my own orgasm, my mind pushed further into darkness. Her legs spread, my head in between them, ravenous for her as I brought her to orgasm with my mouth and lips. I watched her writhe on the bed as she pushed her bareness against me and came hard against my face, her back arching, hands frantic in my hair. Her body glistened in the half light of the room, her sighs slowly replaced with an impish smile of triumph…
But it was new territory that brought me my own climax later that night, my body bursting with sensation, shudders rippling through the core of me at the imagery conjured. I imagined her naked and on all fours on the plush of her bed, taking her husband fully in mouth while my boyfriend caressed her voluptuous ass from behind, his bare cock nuzzling against her swollen cunt. I wanted to watch both of them use her for pleasure, fucking her simultaneously, one slowly dipping in and out of her waiting mouth while the other pumped her cunt full of hard cock. I wanted to be close by as the sensation became too much for either man to bear, her velvet heat begging them to surrender as she came with force, her beautiful body sucking the orgasm right out of both of them…
It was at that moment that I came hard against my damp sheets. I wondered how long it would take for my fantasy to manifest into reality.
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Phone Sex Tranny, Sasha Severe
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So your favorite phone sex tranny, Sasha Severe has been a busy T-girl. One of my favorite men asked me away for a few days. Seems he had a craving for some shemale cock that just couldnt wait. Booked a fabulous room for us over looking the ocean. Nice scenery but really he spent most of it on his back watching me shove my tranny cock up his ass. Course he picked a rather small town and I am pretty sure I was their first sexy transexual that they had laid eyes on. I dont mind at all. For when the men look at me wondering if my cock is bigger than their I sort of picture them finding out with a little forced cock sucking! Oh please as if you dont have your own visions of sucking my cock and finding out just how much of it you can take in your mouth. I sort of thought it would be nice to tell them were I was staying and that when I was done with my sugar daddy that I would introduce them to the world of cock sucking ~ tranny style.
Though, I did start to think of the time BigDickDaddy found me how shy he was to even look at my cock. How much coaxing I had to do to get him to wrap his thin lips around my cock. The first time he gagged on my ladyboy cock. I rather enjoyed listening to him gag on it, to be honest. Have a thing for listening to men gag on cocks. BDD had told me how his wife fucked him with straps on before but the whole time he was fantasizing about being fucked by a transgender. He soon found out that actually being fucked by a shemale cock was far more intense than his fantasy. Now he is a dick sucking fool. The only way he can get off with his wife is to think of me fucking him or sucking my cock. As it should be.
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Keeping It In The Family
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My older brother is an asshole. He teases me constantly and loves to try and shock or embarass me. He will do things when his friends are over. Really horrid things like he might sniff the air and say, “Have you HAD your bath yet?” Or things like “You know, Louise, you really should wear CLEAN panties every day.” It makes me color up and run for cover. But not last week.
He had been making his usual foul-mouthed smart-ass remarks but instead of running away, I sat and seethed! The moment his friends had gone and he had shut the door, I launched myself at him punching the shit out of him anywhere and everwhere I could hit him. I must have caught him off balance, because he fell to the floor with me on top of him. I wasn’t going to let him go and I kept slapping him across the face and my language, I don’t know, I suddenly was aware that my language had got real bad. With each slap I was calling him really bad names. “You fucking asshole.” “You bastard.” “You fucking CUNT” (I never, but NEVER use that word! Then, right out of nowhere, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm. Don’t ask me how, but I was a hairs breadth off cumming in my panties. All it took was the sudden realisation that my dear brother had beaten me to it. I had looked down and seen the wetness on his pants and in that second, I knew, absolutely KNEW he had cum in his pants and it tripped me off and I came in mine!
No way either of us could deny it either. For a few seconds, I sat astride him with my skirt ridden up and his cock bulging through his pants against my panties. Then I heard myself say. “Hit me.” I got off him and lay over the arm of a chair and said it again. “Steve, hit me. Hard.” I felt him slap my ass, but nowhere near hard enough. “Harder, make it hurt.” He slapped again, this time it stung. “Ohh, HARDER!!” again a slap, but this time it REALLY hurt. I looked around and saw he had a ruler in his hand from dads table. He started to cane me and in a few strokes I had cum again in my panties.
Steve had drawn blood too! The next thing can’t be told here. But afterwards, neither of us regret a thing. The thing is, with Steve, I am WAY wilder than with my boyfriend and Steve is wilder than with his girlfriend. I have tasted her too.. well, indirectly if you know what I mean. I love it when I get Steve to pee all over me. My boyfriend asked if he could do that to me once but it freaked me out yet with my brother, I love it. I know, its so bad, but why does it feel SOOO damn good?
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Drawn To The Flame
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The wind had picked up; the night was cold with a steady rain that pelted the old shingles on the cottage. She drew her chair closer to the fire trying to seek its warmth. One of the many disadvantages of being old was that feeling of never being truly warm. The room was small but even so the oil lantern cast eerie shadows on the wall and she felt a shiver move up her spine. Life had been hard for her, a never ending series of misfortunes. At first she had been optimistic that better things were coming her way but as the years went by she knew it was only a pipe dream. People like her were destined to fail; it was written in the stars. She had been married at sixteen to a man of her father’s choosing. By thirty she had already given birth to nine children and there would have been more if her husband hadn’t died suddenly. She had little time to grieve, her first concern was to feed and house her children. There were years of toil, years of working ones fingers to the bone to barely eke out a living. Her job as a charwoman paid scarcely enough to put food on the table. Extras were few and far between but somehow they had survived.
The years went by and as the children left; life became somewhat easier. By the time the last one was gone; she was well into her forties but looked and felt decades older. Life had passed her by and she felt bitter and resentful. Her children; whom she had struggled so hard to raise had their own lives and she was largely forgotten. Now in her sixties, her home became her world and her refuge. It knew her and understood her, its familiar walls brought peace and comfort. At the end of each day it listened as she poured out her feelings of loneliness and inadequacy. Oh yes her home was a safe shelter; her haven from the cruelties of her world.
That was then – this was now. It had started so gradually that at first she completely missed it. There were a series of small incremental steps that started to form over a matter of weeks. Her house seemed to transform day by day. There was never anything she could put a finger on but she now felt like she was unwanted in her own home. Her warm, welcoming house now felt cold and sinister; she was the intruder. Her gardens; always lush and beautiful; withered and died. The rooms of the house were always cold, even on a hot summer day. The sun often tried to peek through the ever thickening layer of clouds only to be thwarted time and again. The young boy from town who delivered her supplies left them at her door and took to heel as if the very devil was chasing him. Always a loner by choice; she now became shunned even more by the small town. As each day worsened; she knew she was well and truly on her own and her fears escalated.
She had no one; she had nothing. The cloud of doom had seen to that quite effectively. In a period of weeks she was isolated, a virtual prisoner in her own home. The cloud became denser; seemingly to come and go at will. Objects became blurred or distorted in the wavering mist and her mind began to slowly unravel. The creature comforts were secondary now; her main goal was survival from a force she had no power to fight. The days and nights seemed to blend into one; there was no respite from the continual sense of dread that loomed over her.
Until tonight – tonight was different and she had felt it from the moment the sun had sunk over the horizon. Darkness had come quickly; the house had seemingly been enveloped in one fell swoop. It was if the giant cloud had finally completely swept up the little cottage permeating every fiber of its being. She had wandered the rooms trying to understand the change but to all outward appearances it looked the same. No it wasn’t the rooms and the furnishings; it was the atmosphere. There was an air of malice, a malevolence that filled her with dread and fear. The evil, malignant stranger had finally captured her home.
Hurriedly she had stoked the fire in a futile hope that she could purge the invader in her home. Pulling her chair close to the fire she took up her knitting. Her hands trembled but eventually the constant repetition of knit and purl seemed to sooth her tension. The crackle of the fire and the steady beat of the rain were comforting and she began to relax. Her eyes grew heavy and the knitting dropped heedlessly into her lap as she drifted off to sleep. It was the wind that woke her with its eerie whistling sound as it moved through the trees. She yawned; it was late and her bed called to her.
It was at that moment she felt the evil return. One moment all was peaceful for the first time in months; the next moment her heart was pounding wildly. The room seemed darker and she stood quickly and banked the fire. Almost in a panic now she hurried to her bedroom and undressed. The heat of the fire hadn’t reached here and she shivered in a mixture of cold and fear. Whatever force that inhabited the house was doubly strong here and she looked around the room in dismay. She saw the mist as it rose and swirled around her legs and tried to run but her body was frozen in place. The small mirror on the wall captured her horror as the vapor enclosed her body in an almost claustrophobic embrace and tossed her effortlessly upon her bed.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as once more horror fought a battle with disbelief. She felt the pressure of an unseen hand as it clamped over her mouth and nose and she fought wildly to breathe. Her hands and legs were wrapped in bands of steel as she was held spread eagle to the bed. Just as her lungs were about to burst; the pressure was removed and she gasped for breath; desperate for air. Her clothes were ripped from her and she sobbed in terror as the cold air hit her body. The vapor had no form, she could see through it but nevertheless she could feel it as it moved over her body. She cried out as she felt her breasts being squeezed by invisible hands.
She blinked rapidly – this had to be a nightmare. The walls of her bedroom seemed to pulsate before her eyes, taking on a life of their own. Familiar objects were now unrecognizable, each one transforming into a hideous caricature of itself. They fluttered in and out of her eyesight adding to the dreamlike quality of the room. Pieces of her life floated by; it was almost as if they took great pleasure in the carnal scene below them. Pictures off the wall, clothes out of her dresser drawers, hairbrush and comb; all battled for supremacy in the surrealistic atmosphere. She had no time to study their motives; no time to try and comprehend what was happening.
Her head tossed from side to side and she shrunk back as she felt the pressure of an invisible body as it covered hers. She tried to break free but the old bed, the bed where she had bore her children; held her captive. Whatever it was; it was earthy and raw and she moaned as she felt teeth clamp down on her breast. Her hips were held fast and she screamed as the being took form and reared back; only to drive itself deep inside her. Her body felt split; torn asunder and the pain threatened to overwhelm her as the entity sawed in and out of her. She had always lived a spiritual life; a life where she gave of herself and everyone took. Now as the beast pounded into her body she felt only pleasure and unbridled lust. For the first time she knew how it felt to be one with something; to meld into one giant mass of aching flesh. Tipping her head to the side she could see herself in the cracked mirror, legs wide as the giant member rammed itself in and out repeatedly. Her eyes were wide and she heard herself begging for release; for the blessed ecstasy to overtake her.
The old bed squeaked and groaned under the frenzied coupling and the room pulsed once more as the sounds echoed through its old walls. Outside the storm was at its peak; the perfect complement to her ever approaching climax. Her back arched as she accepted more of the pulsing, pounding rod and the blood roared in her ears. She was no longer an old woman; she was a wanton craving more. Age and time were irrelevant as her orgasm ripped through her body. The roar of the being above her only served to make her pleasure more intense as it swelled inside her. Around the bed the objects swirled madly as in a vortex, inching ever closer to the primal mating.
Her eyes flew open as the being’s seed flooded her body; liquid fire; indescribable pleasure and pain. The lantern crashed against the wall as she reached the pinnacle. Its oil ran down the wall; a perfect accompaniment to the fires that raged inside and she watched as the fire reached the bed. As the flames licked her body she felt exultation; a giddy euphoria and yes – a feeling of contentment and belonging. The heat consumed her; combustion was imminent. Like a moth to the flame and with a cry of pure joy she surrendered and moved into the light.
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Phone Sex Never Hurt So Good
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They say over and over,”Hello Mistress I want to be dominated”. I think to myself Pft “Of course you do”. How else are you to feel complete in my world. The real question is how do you like to be domiated? Many forget that I am not a pyschic. Its after I state this that I hear the rapid breathing through phone. I can almost feel the tension from his dick beaters gripping the phone. Seconds late he finds his voice again “Please use me. Make me your bitch”. To which I reply “Now we are getting somewhere.”
The Rundown
Expect to have your little world turned inside out. I’m a mean, politically incorrect, and mercenary BITCH. I will give you what you need: mean humiliation. Not hat you deserve to be given anything, but it’s a win, win situation. I like it. It gets ME wet. I will have the complete satisfaction of controlling your orgasms, wallet, and eventually your little insignificant life. Yes, I’m a MEANIE and you love it because I’m not the sweet little girl next door. I expect to have you hooked on ME long term, so be prepared to spend a block of time with Me for the initial call. I want to get into your head, probe, find your weaknesses, turn them against you so I can control you like a puppet on a string.
If you’re still reading, you obviously want to be used and degraded. That’s my specialty, after all. I enjoy making a man degrade himself for my personal pleasure and profit. I am quite proficient at cock and ball torture, sissification, verbal humiliation, strap on play, bdsm, spankings, anal training including enemas, golden & brown showers and anything else kinky and perverted that tends to reduce the male of the species to a sniveling little pile of shit and spunk. Is that what you desire from your phone domination call? If so, read on….
I’m the kind of girl who has use for only two types of men. The men I fuck, who are always big, strong and dominant… and then your kind of man, weak, worthless and in need of being taught a valuable lesson. Can you afford it? I understand that when everyone else treats you like you are someone, I know better. You are the pathetic sissy cocksucker you long to be. I know about the panties you wear underneath your suit or jeans. I know about how you sneak your wives dildo to suck when she’s not looking. I’d be the one to catch you, to expose you for the filthy sneak you are.
You might play all rough, hard and masculine, but underneath it all, you’re just a pussy whipped fag boy longing for a woman who is strong enough, tough enough to make you bend over and take it like the whore you are. I have no sympathy, I am quite beyond compassion. I will not hesitate to pimp you out for my own profit. I will defile and exploit you until you aren’t sure where the pain ends and the pleasure begins… then we’ll get to the really fun stuff….
Still feel like playing with a dominatrix who will humiliate, emasculate and degrade you, pussyboy? Then give me a call and show me you worth, little as it may be. I will make you pay, I will make you beg and you will earn that shot of spunk that rips your manhood from you, leaving you limp and helpless… and craving more….
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Phone Sex Inspired
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I just had the most awesome dream. It was so good that I had to turn it into a reality. Now what I am about to write should come as no big surprise to anyone being that I am a phone sex operator. But I just had a dream that I was having phone sex with a random stranger purely for pleasure. No monetary gain involved. Thats a foreign concept for me. So naturally when I woke up I was intrigued. So intrigued that I decided to conduct an experiement from the comfort of my ultra comfy Gold Bond memory foam bed. (Thanks IGETCREAM77) The purpose of this experiement was 1. To get off, cuz I was in that sorta mood and 2. To determine if I had began to lose touch with the sensual side of phone sex. Sometimes between all the ooohs and ahhhhs the redundant questions, like “What kind of panties do you have on?” the routine becomes just that. Routine. Determined to find out, I removed my fingers from my clit and reached for the phone.
After dialing random numbers all over Florida for at least 45 minutes, I finally found someone to play with. First of all I never thought that it would take that long to find someone. A majority of the numbers that I dialed were disconnected or a woman would answer the phone. I tried to get a few to get into the spirit of things but I could hear kids in the background. So basically that was a no go. But then I reached a part of Florida known as the The Villages, mainly for old retired people. When I reached some guy there he was willing to talk to me, but the poor thing couldnt hear too good.
Me: “Ooo my pussy needs you”
Him:”Huh? What you say?”
Me: “I said MY PUSSY NEEDS YOU!”
Him: “Oh. I see. Well… uh we already got enough cats around here. I dont think we can take anymore”
Me: “Okay Sir, sorry I bothered you. Have a good day.”
After deciding to move on and bring it back to Miami, I finally found him. A phone sex dream come true. He went by the name Barrio and wasted no time jumping right into my random phone sex experiement. It was as if he was waiting by the phone already stroking his cock and waiting for a pervert like me to call him up. The phone rang: I said “I want you to get your dick out and cum with me. Can you do that?” He was like “Shit, yeah. Hold on”. So I waited for a few seconds while he moved around for a bit and then I could hear a door close in the backgrond before he got back on the phone. “Who is this? Is this a joke?” So I responded, “Nope, its the real deal. I picked you to cum with me today.” A moment a later I could hear him breathing real hard into the phone. I asked him if he was stroking it and he said yes baby I am. And he wanted to know if was doing the same. And Iwas.
To be honest there wasnt much talking going on just rythmic breathing on both ends. We mangaged to get our breathing at the same pace. I think for me thats what made it more intimate and super hot. It was like even though we were on the phone we still had a real connection. The breathing and the panting went on for maybe ten minutes before we both came at the same time. Amazing. At the end he thanked me by saying, “Damn girl, that was good. I ain’t see that comming. But Im glad it did. Thank you. My name is Barrio. Call me anytime” I responded with “No, thank you for playing. I apprecitated it.” I paused for a moment and then finally I said “Well you take care, Bye.” And just like that I hung up knowing that I would never ever talk to him again. By the time our rendevous was over I completely forgotten what number I had dialed. And of course I blocked my number before dialing his. Eventhough it was a hot and sexy experience, I have no interest in calling him back. Once was enough. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try a new city. In the meantime, you can reach me on my toll free and purchase a phone session with yours truly…
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