Phone Sex
I have this nasty fantasy where my father comes into my strip club, see’s me up on the stage and getting so aroused that he waited for me to get home and grabbed me by the hair telling me what a slut I was (calling me names is sooo hot) and that he was going to teach me how men go home and fuck their wives after seeing me up on that stage. He teaches me a lesson by calling me all kinds of names while making me take his cock in all kinds of nasty ways. Stripper Peaches
I am the Auntie you’ve always wanted. I am sweet, nice and always there for you. I will bake you cookies when you are feeling down and my house is where you crash when you want to get away from the rest of the world. Auntie Ramona is also your teacher – but I don’t mean math and science. I want to teach you how to FUCK. I want to be your in-home sex therapist. I want to lay on top of you and let these saggy floppy melons flop in your face and suffocate you. I want you to stick your head in between them and let me wrap them around your head. My nipples are huge. I want you to use them as your personal pacifier. C’mon baby, I will squeeze my melons together and you can suckle each nipple baby boy. You know you like these floppy titties. I also like to wear lingerie. I love to wear thong panties, feeling the thong run up the crack of my sexy, mature ass. Sometimes when I sit down, I feel the thong rub up against my clit and that makes it even more exciting. C’mon baby give your Auntie Ramona a nice hard stiffie she’s been wait dreaming about!
Naked, I lie on the rug on the floor in my bedroom. I picture you there in the room with me. Larger than life.
I stare at your mouth and hear your voice, your sweet soft filthy tongue on the phone.
You whore. I’m going to eat your pretty cunt.
No man says cunt the way you do. The way your mouth drips with the honey of it makes me melt.
I think about your cock, up-curved and ready to plough into me. My mouth waters, my nipples bunch up hard, my cunt muscles squeeze and squirm expectantly.
Here is your face anointed with my fluids. Here are your eyes blinked shut in bliss, your lips smacking and suctioning. Your tongue, alive and insane. I kneel on the floor doggy-style to take your cock inside of me. My pleading eyes starint up at you.
Come for me, bitch. Say my name.
You bull me up that hard slow grind to the summit, where I sob your name with every convulsion and claw at my tits and crotch while you wring me inside out.
Am I not a well-conditioned bitch
call me…I’ll be your bitch too!
Oh, god…I can’t believe I woke up feeling this way! I can’t believe I’ve suffered this incessant need ALL day! I tried everything this morning to ease this need in my panties. Rubbing, stroking, scratching–I took a shower and rubbed the soapy, slippery scrubby between my thighs for what felt like half an hour, trying to relieve this burning need. Trying to scratch this desperate itch deep inside!
How many different settings did I try on the shower massager? Geez…I don’t know; spray, slow pulse, then fast and hard, and back again, all trying to get some sort of deep, intense relief. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
All I did was take the edge off for a little while, leveled the top, but within ten minutes of drying off, it was there again, mocking me, taunting me, climbing right back up to an unsurmountable peak.
Because of it, I debated, dress slacks for today, or nylons and a skirt? I chose the skirt, in the hopes that the lighter material covering my crotch would air out the dampness, maybe even dry up the need…but I wasn’t that lucky. I squirmed in my car, shifting gears, changing lanes. I squirmed in my office chair, reading emails, typing reports.
I bit my lip through a meeting, then hurried off–no, I *escaped* to the ladies’ room, as soon as it was through, and I did things with my fingers in there that shouldn’t be done in an office bathroom stall. I touched myself over and over, each time I visited the loo, prodding and poking and seeking a finger-based relief, but it still wasn’t enough. It was hard to stifle my moans and present a polished, professional façade, and I was hungry for something that my lunch of chicken salad and a soda simply could not satisfy.
I know my co-workers looked at me askance a few times through the; they knew there was something going on with me, something I was trying to hide. But not one of them had a clue as to the throbbing itch I desperately needed to satisfy.
About an hour before the end of work, I knew I was defeated. There was no way I could focus, not with IT, between my legs, ruling supreme over body and mind. It was all I could do to pretend to work; the client I spoke with on the phone no doubt thought I was insane, breathing a little too heavily, pausing between replies as I gnawed on my lip, holding back the urge to shove my hand up under my skirt and go at it for all I was worth. With only ten minutes to go, I nearly did just that, then Thompson came in and wanted to go over the Hong-Wu file for some last minute changes, and I had to pretend my hand wasn’t already up at the top of my thighs, trying to dig a convenient hole through my pantyhose.
Do you think you have what it takes to scratch my itch?
Call me! I quiver with anticipation….
My little tittys might be small but my tight teen pussy will make your big daddy cock so happy. Better yet my little girl asshole would love to make daddys cock squirt! Lets get dirty together daddy!
Teen Torrie
Facesitting, queening, smothering or whatever you call it, it’s a powerful expression of the Mistress control. You watch a woman walking away from you and your eyes are immediately drawn to the sexy sway of her ass. Your balls ache as you imagine her lowering that perfect ass onto you and pressing her cheeks against your face. You nuzzle your nose between her cheeks and inhale the scent of her. And your cock nearly explodes as she grinds against your face and as you hear her say “Start licking, slut. That tongue belongs to me tonight.”
Do you need a map? Directionally challenged? You seem to be lost. Yes I am talking to you. If you were not lost then you would be where you belong, on your knees beneath me. Serving my needs. The needs of my pussy and ass. Thats right bitchboy, you heard me correctly. Drop to your knees and show my ass and pussy just how much you wish it was yours.
Above special ends 01/17/2010
I was out of town and staying in a hotel that wouldn’t be listed in any AAA guide. The rooms were clean; it just wasn’t in the best part of town. I wasn’t too worried, after all I know how to watch my back, or I thought I did.
The room still had the traditional key lock and not the electronic locks that are so popular these days. I dug my key out and entered my room, making sure to lock and bolt the door behind me. I clicked on the light and began to undress for bed, that’s when I realized there was a bag on the table that wasn’t mine. I quickly grabbed my jeans and shirt off the bed, and grabbed my purse from the nightstand. I turned to undo the lock on the door, but I didn’t get that far. A hand clamped down over my mouth, yanking me backward. At the same time my right arm was yanked behind me and upward, holding me in place. “Do not yell and do not move or you will be hurt.” I nodded my head in assent and the hand over my mouth was removed, and my arm was released. He then tied a blindfold around my eyes. I started to move away from him and he roughly grabbed my wrists. “I told you not to move. Obviously I will have to teach you to obey me.” My hands were quickly tied behind me. He then pushed me against the end of the bed and tied my ankles to the bed legs. I was now helpless and spread legged in only my bra and panties.
I couldn’t tell what he was doing… I strained to hear any sound. Despite my anxiety, I was surprised to find myself becoming aroused. Suddenly, I felt something cold against my shoulder. He was cutting my bra straps, from the way he used the item I could only assume it was a knife. After cutting my bra off, he turned to my thong panties and quickly cut them off. Then his hands were on my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples. He just was rough enough to make it sting, but not so rough to make it hurt.
He untied my ankles and turned me around, he then pulled me down over his lap, my ass in the air. “You disobeyed me, and now you will be punished.” This was followed by a hard slap on my ass, and then another. In total each cheek received five slaps turning it hot and red. “Now, let me explain the rules. You talk only to answer my questions. You will address me as Master. And you will not deny me anything. Defy my orders and the punishment will be much worse.”
Standing me up, he again tied my ankles to the bed. He then began to explore my body with light caresses. He seemed intent on touching every inch of my body, though he lingered over my breasts and nipples until my nipples were sticking straight out. Then he transferred his attention to my inner thighs, working his way towards my sex. Soon his fingers were tracing small circles over my clit. I was ashamed to feel myself responding by moving my hips and moaning. Without any warning he thrust two fingers into my pussy. He explored every inch of my interior with his fingers and then he pushed a third finger in. My knees were going weak; I knew I was going to cum right there if he didn’t stop. Then, with his fingers still inside of me, he began to lick at my clit. While he was licking and sucking on my clit, his fingers buried inside me, I came so hard and long I thought I would pass out.
My ankles were untied and I was pushed back on the bed. He unfastened my wrists and refastened them to the legs of the bed, so my head was hanging over the side. Then my ankles were fastened the same way. I was spread eagle on the bed sideways. Then I understood as I felt his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and took him inside, licking his shaft as he thrust it into my mouth. As I sucked him deep into my throat, I felt something cold on my nipple. Here I was sucking every inch of his cock and he was putting ice on my nipples. Fearing punishment I continued swallowing him as he fucked my mouth. He kept moving the ice from nipple to nipple, tracing little wet paths across my breasts. Then the ice was off my skin and there was just his cock and my mouth and tongue.
Then I knew where the ice had gone, he was sliding a cube inside my hot wet pussy. I tried in earnest to continue licking and sucking his cock as he thrust it between my lips but my attention was torn. Then he slid a second cube inside me, it was so cold but erotic at the same time. I was tonguing his shaft as if it was the sweetest candy. At the same time he continued his torture of my horny cunt, by inserting some kind of toy, pushing the ice deeper. He was using shallow thrusts with the toy in my cunt and long deep thrusts with his cock in my mouth. I came again just before he blasted his load down my throat.
I couldn’t believe I was so responsive in my helpless state. I never thought being subject to another’s whims would be a turn on, especially a stranger. He left me tied that way for what felt like hours but I am sure it was only minutes. Then he unhooked my hands and ankles and brought a cup to my lips. The cool water tasted so good.
It wasn’t long though before he retied my hands, this time to the headboard. I knew when he left my ankles loose that the cock that I had only tasted so far would soon penetrate me. He must have had a thing for ice and I wondered if I had guessed his intentions correctly when he slid more ice in my cunt. I didn’t have to wait long though before he thrust his cock in my pussy. The combination of his hot cock and the cold ice was the strongest sensation I had ever felt. Judging by his moans, he felt the same way. We quickly established a rhythm with his cock plowing my hot box; I was thrusting my hips to meet him. I clenched and relaxed my cunt muscles to massage his cock as he fucked me deep and hard. His cock was hard and thick and he had me screaming for more. It wasn’t long before we climaxed together.
He removed the blindfold and then curled up next to me leaving my wrists tied and we fell to sleep cuddled together. I just wonder what he has in mind next…
I want, when I extend my foot, the lowliest part of my goddess-like body, for you to bend over and kiss it. To lave my foot, whether it is in a tennis shoe, a sandal, a boot, or barefoot, with your tongue. To worship it, to show that you willingly place yourself under my heel, conquered by your own devotion to me, so that I do not have to exert myself if I do not want to. I’m tired of fighting all the chauvanistic assholes out in the real world, just to claim my rightful place, career, and paycheck out in the real world. When I come home, when I come into your home, I want my birthright as a living incarnation of Mother Earth, the Goddess, to be acknowledged the moment I open that door.
When you lick my bare foot, you will not neglect to suck on my toes. I want to feel your tongue working the tender skin between the joints, and a soft, reverent kiss placed on my instep. I want to feel your lips worshipping my ankles, and if I’m in a good mood, the muscles of my calves. Especially if I’m wearing heels. I do not wear heels for my own enjoyment, slave—remember that! If I wear heels, it is for two reasons; to make my already shapely legs look fantastic, and to grind the heel into whatever part of your body I’m displeased with. High heels hurt my feet, and they make my calves tense with the need to balance, so when I give you permission to salute my feet and lower legs when I’m wearing heels, I want you to show how much you appreciate the time and effort I’ve taken to wear them in the first place.
My knees are another point of worship; if I give you permission to rise as high as them in your daily devotions to my beauty, do not assume I will let you move on to my thighs. My knees are weapons against the dick-headed jerks of the world who think they can grab a woman’s ass in the workplace and get away with it. Many a woman’s knee has slammed into the groin of a man who thought he was better than her, simply by virtue of his genes. My knees can be used against you, if you displease me, so I want you to kiss them. I also want you to offer to do anything that requires kneeling, so that I do not have to bruise or otherwise sully them with menial labor. Scrubbing the floor, the toilet, wiping down the cabinets, mopping up spilled drinks, picking up broken glass, weeding in the garden, putting dishes away in the lower cupboards—anything that would cause me to have to bend down on my knees should be your job, and your place in the world. Remember to keep your own knees spread. Your thighs aren’t allowed to touch your cock, except maybe when you’re lying down, or you have to walk…… in which case you should be wearing your panties.
You say you want to worship? Be prepared.
