You dream about fucking my ass and it consumes your thoughts during the day. I think it’s time we fix the situation. The pressure has been building up in your balls so you can stop torturing yourself wondering how it would feel to explode inside me. I’m ready for your thick stream of creamy cum to fill up my slutty holes. I love being a freak in the sheets and I want every inch of your hard cock inside me. Spank my ass and call me your dirty whore while you pound on both of my holes. My ass is perfect and my pussy is amazing and you won’t be disappointed. Bring me your favorite role-play and let’s get fucking freaky!
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I adore when my cock whores and panty sluts write stories for me about our calls. It pleases me to read and post them. Pleasing me is what it is all about, is it not?
I felt like I could feel you sitting on my lap, wiggling around & doing that wicked laugh of yours knowing what you were doing to my little clit. You leaned in so close that my nipples started to go hard (and they really did). I loved how you did my make-up and the dress you picked out for me. Then the scene you picked out for me to be your whore & an adoringly one, walk up to the 2 studs that you just knew (goddess magic I guess) had the longest and thickest cocks and have them follow me, right behind you, up into that private bar area. And you seem to have one in every bar in town. I’m sure that all the bar owners are as mesmerized by you as I am.
Then came my big moment. I knew you could hear the strain in my voice as I answered you each time. Then when you told your Dani that it was time for her to cum, I shot such an explosion of cum that it had to go 18 inches into the air. I know it made quite the splash when it finally came back down. I knew you were happy with your personal (and hopefully best) cock sucking fuck whore in your harem.
I am in the middle of an eight-week internship at a Five Star beachfront hotel. I am an intern for the Catering Manager. She is beautiful and very knowledgeable. Great opportunity for me!
On the first day, she gave me a stern warning to stay out of the Head Chef’s way. He is talented and known for his intricate delicious dishes, and his temper tantrums. Also, he hates interns. He views interns as a bother and an intrusion in his kitchen.
One Saturday night, I was onsite for a very beautiful, large wedding reception. The Head Chef carefully orchestrated the dinner behind the scenes to perfection. I watched the staff prepare each course. I watched the guests savor each bite.
Back in the kitchen, I watched from the shadows in awe. The Head Chef is a handsome man and he commanded the respect from his staff as he barked out each command. His staff responded “Yes, Chef!” to each command. I was so impressed with his talent and leadership skills. I also wanted a taste of this truly masterful decadent strawberry and dark chocolate cake dessert that was the final touch for those who wanted something sweet besides wedding cake.
The meal was over and the staff was cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. I thought the Head Chef had left the kitchen for a well-deserved break. I moved from the shadows and started a conversation with the Sous Chef. I graciously praised the staff for the beautiful meal. I passed on the compliments from the guests, and especially the bride and her family. The Chef blushed and thanked me for the feedback. The Sous Chef asked I had had a chance to eat anything. I said that I was working but I did ask if there was any way I could have a taste of that dessert, if I could lick the bowl or something. I made the kitchen staff laugh, but then the room got very quiet. The Head Chef walked back into the kitchen and heard my request to lick the bowl.
Oh Damn! I was afraid that I was going to be fired on the spot and have to repeat this internship all over again at a different hotel. I was warned that to stay out of his way and here I asking for taste, asking if I could lick the bowl. He must be so mad, so insulted.
Everyone was afraid to speak. The Head Chef walked up to me. He looked me up and down. Oh, I felt naked as I stood in my evening gown, feeling so vulnerable. His dark eyes pierced my heart. He sensed my fear and took pity on me. He said to the Sous Chef, “Get this pretty lady, the lovely intern, Isabelle, my dessert from the walk in. I can’t deny a request from this raven beauty.”
Everyone was stunned. I was shocked that he had taken the time to learn my name. I was afraid it was a cruel joke and he was making fun of me, but the Sous Chef grabbed the only remaining dessert and walked towards me carefully carrying the plated dessert saved for the Head Chef. Just as he was ready to hand it to me, the Head Chef grabbed the plate.
Ok, here it goes. I am done for now! He holds the dessert in front of me, letting me catch an aroma of the chocolate ganache cake and perfectly ripened strawberry dessert. “So you like chocolate, my dear?”
Before I could answer, he said, “This dessert really needs champagne.” He sent for a beautiful bottle of champagne and asked the rest of the staff if their duties were complete for the night. That was his way of telling them to leave for the night.
Now it was just him and me with a beautiful dessert and expensive champagne. He popped the bottle open and poured us each a glass. I wanted to say something but my words failed me. He took a fork to the decadent dessert and fed it to me. It was the most delicious thing that I have ever tasted. It was like a little orgasm in my mouth. He was pleased that I was in love with his desert. He brought the glass of champagne to my lips and told me to take a sip. Next, Chef picked up the whole strawberry and brought it to my lips. He compared the red strawberry to the color of my lips. Then, I took a big bite. Before I could swallow the strawberry, he placed a kiss on my lips. His kiss was as hot as his kitchen. I grabbed him around his waist, and I finally spoke my first words, “Fuck me, Chef. Right here in your kitchen!”
I spend most of my time sitting on the sidewalk reading Poppy Z Brite. My end of the city is dark and rather deserted with just a few locals. Would I habitat in any other surroundings? For months I have noticed a silver Lexus driving slowly by staring at me. Every day there he is driving slowly trying to be inconspicuous. He catches my piercing eyes then away he goes.
Yesterday was different though as he finally got the nerve to park and go into the rundown coffee shop I hang in front of. Immediately a homeless man came up to him and offered to watch his car for a few dollars. Yes, it is that kind of part of town. Mr Lexus I will call him, gave the man some money and he ran off. Mr Lexus entered the coffee shop, ordered one from the run down counter and sat in one of the old ripped seats and sipped his coffee.
I came in and sat down next to him. Well? He looked at me with fear and lust. Staring at my fishnet covered legs wondering why the parts where my skin showed were still so pale he seemed to have lost his voice. How do I know this? I just do. He jumped when he felt my leg against his cold, yet hot with a burning sensation. I could smell his fear which made his heart pump faster releasing the smell of copper from his jugular. “You don’t want to be here, it isn’t a nice place plus the sun coming in through the window is hurting my eyes”, I whispered. I told him to come with me.
We drove down the pot holed streets till we came to a bar just as rundown and dingy as the coffee shop. I took his hand and we sat in a booth. Tamara came from behind the bar handing him something on the rocks and me “tomato juice”. We talked a little and I told him he needed something to loosen up. He was mine, my victim and whatever else I wanted to do with him. I handed him a pill and told him to put it under his tongue. He said he never used any drugs but if I wanted him to take LSD he would. It was hitting him fast and he paid Tamara and we left. I told him his car would be fine and my haven was just a block away. We walked down an alley to an old door. He entered and between the LSD and me he was dumbstruck. What did he see and what was real? The mirrors were broken, there were some antiques and some trapping of a woman child all crowded in a small room.
I told him I held his life in my delicate pale hand as I wrapped it around his pulsating neck. The smell almost made me take him right then. No, I knew I must wait. I slowly cut off his clothes warning him to not move or I would cut him accidently. He laid on my tattered stained sheets without being told as I restrained his wrists to my bed. I left into the bathroom and returned in a sheer white wedding nightgown. I straddled him and licked his neck and he moaned quietly. I explained to him that I knew he was stalking me but I also had him followed and knew his whole life. That, was about to change as he said he would give himself to me fully. Yes, I owned Mr Lexus now. I told him my demands and the first being a new place to live. The Lsd was wearing off and I made it clear once I drink and let him partake he will go through horrid withdrawals if he doesn’t please me. I found his puffy, sweet jugular and bit down hard drinking till I was full. He passed out for hours.
When he awoke Tamara and I were kissing sharing his blood and waiting to see if he was worthy. With me riding his cock, Tamara sucking blood from his thigh vein I had him lick his first taste of 200 year old absinthe off my perfect boobs. Days had passed and it was time for him to prove himself by hunting with us. How did he do? Ah, I am hungry and that is a story for another day as our his life is either just beginning or ending.
Vampiress Ivy
Think about all the dirty fun we can have. I know you look at my hot, teen phone sex body and you get an instant hard on. *Giggles* When I get you alone, I straddle myself on your lap and your hands run up and down my body. You try to tell me how risky this is but I choose not to hear you because I am fixated on the size of your cock pressing up against my tight shorts. You seem to know all the right spots to rub on, to make my tight pussy soaking wet for you. I’m willing to do anything you want me to do. Your cock is so huge, I know you’ll be able to make me cum multiple times. I can feel your cock straining, wanting to cum out and play with me. You pull down my sports bra and start to play with my tits while you push me down between your legs and unzip your shorts. Your cock springs out and my tongue goes right for your dripping pre-cum. Your fingers run through my sexy blonde hair as I start to deep throat your cock. Now, sit back and relax while I enjoy every inch of your cock.
Xoxo, Charlie
It must be humiliating to you when I have to squint to see your little pin dick and when I finally see it, I can’t believe it’s erect!!! And if that’s not bad enough, my smallest strap-on is way bigger than yours. I still can’t believe that small dick losers exists. The ONLY thing I enjoy from a very small clit man is getting a good chuckle. I think it would be hilarious taking you to my favorite lingerie boutique and making you try on sluty outfits while giving the sales women and myself a total laugh fest.
Even if you give me a good laugh, you’re totally worthless and you will never satisfy me or any other women on this planet.
If you’re shy or embarrassed about your micropenis, don’t worry; Humiliatrix Maxine will defiantly take care of your shortcomings.
You really can’t help yourself this time of year. I know you struggle if you should cheat on your wife with a MILF like me. I watch you as you pass the bay window in the living room several times a day stealing a glance at me. You hope to catch me in the pool wearing a skimpy bikini or wearing a tiny pair of shorts with a halter top showing off my body while working in the garden. I’ve been waiting to see what your next move is going to be. It seems that you don’t have the balls to make a move on me. I’ll just have to take charge, that’s when I decided to knock on your door after your wife left for work. You seemed surprised when I invited myself into your home. Your eyes admired my body, I smiled and asked if you wouldn’t mind helping me out with some sexual frustration while my husband is out of town. I reached out and run my hands across your cock. You tried to resist but we both know that’s not what you wanted. It didn’t take long before I had you on your knees in your living room with your face buried in my pussy, worshiping every inch of my beautiful body. It’s so easy to wrap men like you around my finger making you do anything I want. As long as you get a piece of me you’re willing to do anything I say. I can’t wait to see where this leads us. Like I said, be ready for me. My husband will be traveling on a very important business trip for the next month. I’ll be needing a lot of attention.
Toni
I have a very dirty secret I am bursting to share. The desire started when I first began driving but I just wasn’t brave enough to do anything about it till recently. I Take very good care of my material things as I do myself. That means there is a lot of hot, sweaty construction men at my house. I love to flirt but I never do anything about it because I want to keep it business.
On the way to the perfume franchise, I manage I pass a lot of truck stops. Not the ones with gas pumps and diners but the ones with outside restrooms and vending machines. I always feel my nipples stiffen and a craving in my pussy when I see those big 18 wheelers all big and shiny. I wonder what the drivers look like. I pull over to check water and oil and watch eyes just undressing me.
Last night I decided to just go for it. I put on my tiny shorts and white tank and set up the scenario in my filthy mind while I drove. It was late when I pulled up and the place had several trucks pulled over for the night. No families at that hour to keep the men in check. I popped the hood and started checking fluids when I heard a deep voice ask me if I needed some help. I explained I was late for my date and he would probably give up and call another girl.
I thought it would be so hot to let him think I was a hooker! He told me there is usually a few girls that come over to service the men but he had never tried them. He went on about his wife and such. In the meantime another trucker came out and asked if I was taken yet. Soon I was taken over and fucking over. So that is my new dirty obsession to pretend I am a cheap truck stop whore and fuck till all my holes are dripping.
Dirty Debi
Happy May day! Let’s celebrate National Masturbation month together. I never need an excuse to play with my hot, juicy bald slit but now is the month to celebrate that we are lewd, horny and insatiable.
I know you look at my pictures and read my sexy blogs. Stop just window looking and pick up that phone. I love all role-plays and I promise to have you hot and hard in minutes.
Tempting Teen Amanda
Tough Week?
Well now, it is time to play!
Don’t you deserve something extra naughty as a special treat for all your hard work?
Don’t you deserved to be spoiled?
Want to spice up your phone sex?
How about doing a two girl call?
Just imagine me with my hot body and hot horny cock along with one of our other sexy ladies?
Two hot girls, one with an incredibly sexy pussy and one with an amazing cock. Think of how much fun that will be to have two hot ladies pleasuring every inch of you.
Dani
