Author Archive for Lacey

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My husband, my wimp

My husband could never figure me out really. The pathetic little worm really tried. He tried to touch me, and I revolted. Why would I want to be touched by someone so weak and pathetic? I knew what I was to him. The trophy wife everyone wants. Well, little did he know his trophy wife wanted more. That’s right. I didn’t sign up for a life long bullshit commitment to that tiny cocklette of his. No way! Married? Yes. Although I consider myself single and really looking for some fun ;).

My story is quite simple. I am here to humiliate the men just like my husband. The ones that are weak, pathetic, and couldn’t fuck their way out of a wet paper bag!! You know that you are nodding along with this aren’t you? haha You know what you need to do now!


Yahoo&AIM: Cum4LaceyJames
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Like A Cock Boss

The work week was almost over. Most of my employees had already left for the day and I let out a sigh of satisfaction as I put the finishing touches on the proposal I’d been working on all week and clicked ‘save’. I sat back in my chair, stretched my arms over my head and smiled with contentment. “Finally,” I thought to myself.
I got up and walked over to the leather couch in my office. I needed to decompress. As I sank into the down-filled cushions, I wiggled my hips, sliding my skirt up. My right hand slipped down the front of my panties as the fingers on my left hand brushed and teased my nipples. I began rubbing circles on my clit and I closed my eyes, lost in my pleasure. Suddenly, I heard my office door open. I turned my head to find my best salesman, Rob, standing in the doorway.
“Um.. I’m sorry, Ms. James… I um…” he stammered.
“Get in here and close the door behind you,” I hissed.
Rob did as I told him. He stood across the room, diverting his eyes to the wall above me.
“Look at me,” I said.
Rob nervously locked eyes with me, “I just wanted to let you know I closed on the Daniels’ account. I’ll see you Monday, Ms. James.” He reached back for the doorknob. He was shaking.
“You’re not going anywhere yet, Rob. Take off your clothes.”
Rob stood motionless, except for his cock, which was making a distinct outline in his flat-front pants.
“Take off your fucking clothes, Rob, and get over here. You’re going to make me cum. In fact, you’re going to make me cum many times before I let you leave.” I lifted my ass off the couch and slipped my panties down over my feet as I watched Rob beginning to unbutton his shirt. I spread my legs while I watched him and resumed fingering my pussy. Rob slipped his shirt off, unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. His cock was straining to escape his boxer briefs. “Take your underwear off too,” I said, my fingers sliding in and out of my slick hole. Ordering him to be my office sex slave was turning me on so much I was on the verge of orgasm. Rob pulled his briefs down and his 9″ cock stood at attention, hard against his stomach.
“Get down on your knees and eat my pussy,” I commanded.
Rob did as he was told, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers entering me, sliding in and out. I started cumming in his mouth almost immediately, my juices running hot down the crack of my ass.
“Now it’s your turn,” I said as I caught my breath. “Fuck my mouth.”

Two hours, and several cums later, I looked at Rob and smiled. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to have to give you a promotion.”
“As far as I’m concerned, Ms. James, you already have.”

My Cum-Guzzling Husband

His cock is far too small to satisfy me, and we both know it. We agreed a long time ago on the arrangement and it suits us. But all relationships have their problems, and one of ours is that I get carried away sometimes and forget how much he needs to suck cock and guzzle cum, so when he was moping around recently, I decided it had been too long since he’d had his slutty needs met.
I invited a mutual friend of ours over and told my husband I had a surprise for him. When Bill arrived, my husband knew what I’d planned for him and he definitely perked up. Bill stood in our bedroom, his magnificent cock inside of his jeans. I unzipped him and slid my hand inside his pants. “Bill, my hubby is going to suck you now,” I said as I wiggled my finger at my husband, motioning him over. I pulled Bill’s pants down and he sat on the edge of the bed. My husband wasted no time wrapping his lips around Bill’s cock, sucking him hard. Bill took my husband’s head in his hands and started fucking his mouth, and I fingered my pussy as I watched. I saw the muscles in Bill’s thighs flex and my hubby eagerly took his hot, spurting load.
I sat up and looked down at my husband, “feel better, slut?” I smiled at him. He nodded his head and smiled back. “Get him hard again for me…. you’re going to watch him fuck me, and then you’re going to clean his cum out of my cunt.”

Cuckolding at the Club

There’s a local band I’ve been following for a few months. Until last weekend, I’d make my husband watch me get dressed to go out and tell him about how I was going to go back stage and let every guy in the band fuck me and pump me full of cum before I came back home, but as I was getting ready Friday night, sliding my stockings up my legs and stepping into my micro-mini skirt, I decided to throw my hubby a bone and let him come out with me.
We walked into the club and there was a table reserved for me up near the front of the stage. I sat down, flashing my bare pussy at the band and felt myself getting wet. I reached over and squeezed my husband’s little cock and patted his thigh and said, “I’m going to go dance. Watch my purse.”
I hopped off my stool and walked over to the dance floor. I started moving my body to the music, feeding off the energy of the crowd. I looked over at my husband, and slid my hands between my legs, torturing him with my slutty little moves. Between sets, I came back to the table and ran my hands over his cock, whispering in his ear about how the band was going to fuck me after the show and he was going to watch, and if he was lucky, he’d be sucking every one of their cocks and cleaning every drop of their cum from my pussy for the rest of the weekend.

Sex at a Funeral

My uncle passed away last week, may he rest in peace. The funeral was held yesterday and I arrived wearing a little black dress, blue stockings and black heels. As the church filled up with mourners, I took a seat and next to me, a man wearing a black suit sat down. As the funeral director began the service, I started crying. My uncle had been dear to me, and as I thought back on how he’d impacted my life, grief overtook me. The man next to me put his hand on my thigh and leaned in to me, “You’re so beautiful, don’t cry, it’s going to be ok, shhhhh….”
I put my head on his shoulder. He was just what I needed at the moment. “Follow me,” I said. The service was ending and people were getting up. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. He followed me in, locked the door, pushed me up against the sink and hiked up my dress. He was inside me quickly, fucking me hard. As he pounded my pussy, there was a knock on the door. “Just a minute,” I called, as I burst into laughter and started cumming at the same time.
He let his weight fall onto me as he drained his balls deep inside my pussy. We turned to face each other, both of us smiling… shit, we had a line out there, and we were leaving a single-stall bathroom together, smelling like sex.
Well, my uncle always said live each day like it’s your last, so we were really just honoring his memory.

Locked and Loaded

I love my husband… really, I do. But sometimes I feel like tough love is what he needs most, and yesterday was one of those days.

I woke before him and slowly, quietly opened the drawer on my nightstand and took out the cock cage. Then I lifted the comforter and slid down to his cock with the device. I ever so gently took his flaccid little penis in my hand and fitted the cage around it. I felt him stir and quickly locked it shut. I smiled as I heard him say, “Babe?” I flipped the covers off me and looked at him with a devilish smile. I watched his expression as he realized I’d locked him up, and then I slid his caged cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and felt him swelling inside the device. With him in my mouth, I said, “I have a big day planned for us. I’m going to have company over, and you’re going to watch.” My mouth went to his balls and he moaned as I took one of them at a time in and gently sucked.

The doorbell rang. “Go get the door, dear.” I said.

He returned with his best friend John. I was laying on our big bed wearing nothing but a pair of sexy blue heels and matching little blue panties, which were around my thighs because my fingers were inside my pussy. “Hello, John… you’re just in time. I need to be fucked.” I looked at my husband and patted the bed next to me. “I’m going to need you to get John ready for me. Suck his cock!”

My husband eagerly took his best friend’s cock into his mouth like the slut I’ve trained him to be and sucked it hard for my waiting, wet pussy.


My Double Life

My husband is an airline pilot so I never get to see him. He has no clue I lead this double life. He thinks I am the good wife who does laundry and volunteer work. Little does he know, I run ads for a dominatrix and sissy boys. I also have sexual relations with wealthy older men and of course I do phone sex.

He doesn’t make me happy and I need men who love to spoil me and worship my beautiful body that was meant to be worshiped.

I also enjoy humiliation because I am a bitch at heart. I love making any man grovel at my feet. This is who I really am and if it wasn’t for my husbands income and great benefits, Lacey James would be long gone…

Bitch Boi Said WHAT?!?!?!

I honestly am in SHOCK tonight. I cannot believe you! Yes, you know I am talking about YOU! You used to be my favorite little bitch boi but now you are nothing to me. You  are out on the street because you think that you can treat a Goddess like shit. I asked one simple question and the way you replied to me, well you are lucky we were only on the phone. I so wish I could have reached through the phone tonight and slapped you across the face! Actually that would have been the nicest thing I thought about doing to you tonight. Words cannot express the kind of pain I had thought of causing you. You should have known that I am not the kind of bitch you want to mess with. Apparently you didn’t think it through when you decided to disrespect me. Let’s just say, I am looking forward to what the future will bring to you.

Lacey James

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Sissy Phone Sex with Lacey James

What do I love about Sissy Phone Sex? It would definitely have to be the fact that I know I will always be in control! I cannot stand it when these dominant men want to call me and try to tell me how things are going to be. Hell no, that’s so not going to happen. My sissy boys know this. They know that I like things my way. They know that what I say goes. They also know that I like to have fun and I don’t mind sharing in the fun! I am not a bitch to everyone! No most of my sissy boys get to see my fun loving side. We always have fun together, whether it be doing some online shopping together or describing what we are wearing. When my sissy boys call me, it’s like talking to one of my girlfriends! And one can never have too many girlfriends, so if you’re a sissy boy and looking for a Mistress to have some Sissy Phone Sex with, then I am your girl!

Lacey James

Losers Make Me Laugh

Today I had a good laugh that I just have to share with you!

I had my new lover over who was in the shower and I knew as soon as he was out we were going to go with round 3 of some pretty hot sex. My phone started ringing and I didn’t recognize the number but I answered it. It was some stupid loser who obviously doesn’t pay attention to my call indicators otherwise he would have known I wasn’t taking calls. I nicely explained that I wasn’t working at the moment, he actually started to BEG me to do a call. Maybe if he hadn’t sounded so desperate I might have taken pity on him, or maybe not, I am not the type of girl who takes pity on any guy. So I just hung up on the guy. He started to get even more pathetic and just kept calling me. I mean hello, I am not going to change my mind. I mean there’s REAL, HOT SEX and then there’s talking to pathetic losers on the phone. Come on, which one would you choose?

I am taking calls now though, so if you are one of those pathetic losers who need a good verbal beating, give me a call! I’d love to tell you about what a loser I think you are!