My mouth is on your cock, my face against your thighs on the bed
as you lie sideways and fuck my face,
using my mouth like a pussy. warm and eager to swallow your skin.
You thrust into me, hot and wet,
over and over, your skin like silk against my teeth,
your cock full against the back of my throat.
I kiss you
I lick you
You stuff yourself into me
until I choke
until I feel your body explode
and I have you still once again
–this time, under my control.
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While I may look like a sweet, wholesome, “girl next door” type in public, I love to really get kinky in private. College can be so stressful, and the best way of relieving that is by being extra naughty after class. While I love playing with my girlfriends, you can’t beat a real man for having fun. All the guys like my perfect, tanned body and silky blonde hair, but I just can’t seem to get enough.I’m the exploring type, and I’m always looking for an education in the ways of sex. I love to role-play, and the kinkier, the better! I can be the sweet girl next door, a naughty student, or even a whip wielding Teen Domme.
I’ve always had a “mean streak” in me, too, and sometimes I like to let it loose for the right guy. I’m open to just about anything, so give me a call and let’s play!
I love Halloween. Most people think it’s a holiday for kids but adults can have fun too. This year I am going to be your sexy French Maid. When you ring my door bell you’ll find a sexy woman who is ready to give out the best candy you can buy. When men cum to my door they are in for quite a treat! Cum on in and let’s have a drink together and as we sip wine let me unzip your costume and get that cock out to play with. Let Elise give you the hottest treat this Halloween. My porch light is always on so you know I am always ready to suck and fuck that hard cock making it cum harder than ever.
Call now and let’s see what Halloween Magic we can create!
With Halloween approaching I thought I’d offer all you hot nasty men a hot nasty Halloween Special. From Today until Sunday Morning my daughter and I are waiting to service you like no two women have before. We will worship and satisfy your cock. You can fuck and abuse our holes in way you wish and there is nothing I won’t do to my daughter to make you cum harder than ever.
If you have kinky nasty perverted fantasies know that I just love forcing my daughter to serve men even as she begs and cries for mercy. If she doesn’t satisfy you just the way you want, you let me know babe and I’ll make sure she pays for it! I have a huge toy collection that I can use on my daughter and she can use on me. We love to strap on fuck and I love spanking her nice young cunt. So whatever your freak or fantasy this Halloween get your nasty taboo fantasies fulfilled and satisfied with this unbeatable special.
Must mention special before call
20 Minutes for just $80
30 minutes for just 110
You are a worthless excuse for a man, that is why you are here isn’t it? A worm, a useless maggot craving the humiliation that only a perfect Mistress knows how to dish out. Humiliating you is one of my most favorite things and nothing amuses me like a squirming worm begging — begging for more, begging for mercy, begging to be under my control. You’re pathetic enough to warrant the vitriolic verbal punishment from a Goddess such as myself. You should feel ashamed being as wretched as you are. Your mere existence makes me want to puke.
I ll abuse your mind. I will degrade you and I will use you. And you, my wretched worm, will pay dearly, literally and figuratively, for the privilege of being allowed in my presence. Dirty worthless slave boys have no need for anything but to serve this beautiful Goddess. You, without me, are less than nothing, a piece of shit not even worth stepping on. I know it and more importantly, your disgusting little worm dick knows it too.
This is not your typical phone sex, as a matter of fact, there may likely be no sex at all. I might let you kiss my ass and, if you’re able to pay my “cum tax,” you may even be given the privilege of humping the floor until you squeeze out a tiny drop of your maggot spooge from that tiny shrimp dick.
I’m not, however, entirely about humiliation. I am about pushing your limits in every way possible. That’s right, I am going to have you doing things you never thought you would. Even better, I will make you CRAVE the things that disgust you, for that is what it takes to please me.
I’ve prepared a list of other things that amuse and please me on the phone. You sad little cum dumpsters have no imagination without the one I inject into your brain, so here are a few things that makes your Goddess smile:
~ I love boys who have a foot fetish or an ass fetish. Feet, leg and ass worship is a plus!
~ Stockings and nylons and pantyhose fetishists
~ Panties, Slips, Girdles and Assorted Lingerie (a cross dressing favorite!)
~ Forced Feminization – Crossdressing – Sissy Training – Slut Training for you pussy boys
~ Facesitting – Pussy smothering and Ass smothering
~ Cock and Ball Tease (Extra naughty boys love CBT!)
~ Cuckold Phone Sex
~ Tease and Denial with emphasis on “denial”. This includes chastity training & keyholder services.
~ ‘Submissve’ Adult Babies and diaper lovers – ab/dl
~ Anal Training, strapon sex, and forced bi, dildo play
In case you haven’t noticed, I am a harsh and demanding Mistress Goddess. I take pleasure in your weakness, your suffering and your money. What better use for your time and money than serving this most perfect Goddess Mistress? Get out your wallet, pick up the phone and dial my number.
Control is something I thrive on. Having the power over you comes naturally for me, and I learned from a young age just how my gorgeous body can help me obtain more power and more control. I am not shy about getting what I want, and have been known to take exactly what I wanted. So if your cock is what I want, then beware . . . it is just what I shall have! I will make your cock mine, have no doubt about that.
For more MAXimum pleasure call me!
Want to fuck yourself up the ass hands free? Well all is not lost this freaky chick knows just what you need. Here we go now; so pay close attention; wouldn’t want any of you morons to miss any of the important details. First off you will need a mattress, a broom, “not the metal kind, the old wooden kind with a rounded end”, lube for the hole of course, last but not least, set a side enough time for playing with your funhole. Now take your broom and your lube into your bedroom, put the broom with the handle sticking out, do I need to point out to you morons just leave about 6 inches sticking out, between the mattress and the box spring. Now lube up your ass, bend over, and back slowly onto the broom handle. Is it in yet? Waiting…… Alright; you know the drill, back and fourth we go, that’s a good little bitch, keep on pumping it, are you feeling that wonderful feeling building up in your pucker hole yet? That’s right; faster, oooh almost there, one more, there we go. Was that as good for you as it was for me? How you may ask was it good for me? Well fuck that’s easy; just picturing one of you sad losers, bent over, fucking yourself with a broom handle gave me the best damn laugh I’ve had in days. Here, here to the joys of broom fucking and to all the sad losers that feel compelled to take it up the ass.
Are you a sissy boy? Do you love to be on your knees and force you to fuck me the way I want you to? Well, good.. because that is how I am. You will obey me and my every command. I will make you my bitch and be your boss! I love virgins, the loss of power and beggin me to fuck and suck you makes me wet. I am a women who is not afraid to tell you what I want, how I want it and when I want it. Are you ready to meet my demands?
“Get your fucking pants down, now!”
Heart racing, you struggle with your belt. She doesn’t have a right to treat me like this, you think to yourself. You try to ignore the clammy grip of nervous sweat around your balls. I ’ve paid good money after all; she is really nothing more than a whore when you get right down to it.
The more you think about it, the braver you’re feeling. Mistress, my ass! Just who in the hell does she think she is to talk to me like that?
Ignoring your own better judgment, forgetting that your pants are now down around your knees and your dick is sticking straight up, you look up to say something, to somehow defend yourself against my scornful abuse.
“You timid, little piece-of-shit, loser. Who in the fuck do you think you are looking at?”
My voice is cruel and unforgiving as I look at you with cold, icy blue eyes—first straight into your face and then down to your naked, twitching cock. I smirk, and you know you are beaten, that I have you, that I know you for the warped and twisted degenerate that you are. Your bravado is gone, your words caught dry and useless in your throat.
Wiggling my slender hand into a latex glove, stretching and pulling the latex to fit snugly between my fingers, I continue, my voice a wicked snarl, “Don’t even think about smart-mouthing me, asshole. You’re the one who called me. You’re the one who was so damn curious about a “FemDom” handjob. You’re the butterfingers who evidently can’t jerk off your own dick. You’re the underachiever who evidently needs an instruction manual on how to fuck pussy correctly.” My voice is sharp and cold and you know now that there will be no kindness, no mercy. But your cock is throbbing as you watch me squirting lube into the palm of my gloved hand.
“Five.”
I spit the number out at you as my slithery fist grabs your prick and moves down the length of it. The shock, the suddenness of it, is so visceral that you almost shoot your load right then.
“Don’t you fucking dare, weasel boy. This dirty, nasty, useless prick of yours doesn’t cum until and when I say so. And that would be when we get to the number one. Got it?”
“Christ! Fuck! Shit! Yesssssssssss, Ma’am.”
You hear yourself, a whimpering, blubbering, mindless automaton. You are my toy: a helpless, filthy cock-toy to abuse and molest at my whim.
“Four.”
As my hand moves—once up and once down—you feel my grasp tighten ever so slightly. Oh, she is a gifted Goddess. You know that now and your urge to cum is almost overpowering. You can’t help yourself and begin to actually wail. “Please, Mistress. Please let me cum now. Oh, please.” You hear yourself and are ashamed, but cannot stop. “Please, Mistress. Let me cum now. Let me be your dirty filthy boy and cum now. Please, please, please, please.”
Abruptly I loosen my grip and—before you even understand what is happening—smacks your cock. Once. Twice. Three times. There is nothing, nobody but you and me, my hand and your dick. You actually swoon and feel yourself buckling when I grab your arm and pull you you back up.
“No you don’t,” I whisper sweetly, lips grazing your ear. The unexpected change in my manner has you spinning and powerless, totally focused on me. You struggle to speak, to tell me you adore me, to tell me you belong to me while your abandoned cock twitches and drips, pointing directly at me: your Mistress, your Queen.
“You came here for a FemDom handjob. Don’t you remember? Or did your brain melt and drain into your balls and leave you stupid? If you spew already, you’ll miss the show.”
I giggle as I move away from you to sit in a nearby chair. You are tempted to beg me to come back, to jerk your cock again, that you will be a “good boy.” But seeing the look on my face you think better of it and are silent.
“That’s more like it,” I say, pointing between your legs. You are helpless, exposed. “That dick is now my property, my personal gear shift. Got it?”
Afraid to look at me, you nod, staring straight ahead. “Yes Mistress.”
“I’m going to start again in a moment, but this time I’m going to start counting back from ten.” Unable to stop yourself, you moan in frustration.
“Make that fifteen.” You bite your tongue.
“You’re learning,” I almost—but not quite—purr as I stand up again and walk toward you.
“Now stand there with your pants down around your ankles like the gimp-loser dick-wad you are while I lube this glove up one more time.”
“And then we’ll try again.”
I had a dinner party this past weekend and true to form this chic was feeling beheaded by midafternoon on the day of the party. The menu was fairly simple: pan seared duck with a chipolte apricot glaze, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, mixed green salad (with avocado, cucumber, grilled onions, and blue cheese in a balsamic vinaigrette), and for dessert Mango and Strawberry Cobbler, but things kept happening that kept me from getting my butt in the kitchen where it needed to be. One of my neighbors dogs got out and she was panicking (okay, so was i) so we went on a frantic dog search. By the time we found the dog my florist was closed and i hadn’t picked up the arrangements for the party. My mom called crying over a fight with my aunt and so it went, problem after problem. That’s why i didn’t answer my phone when he called me later that afternoon. Then he called again…
Him: Why haven’t you answered me little one?
me: i’m busy! I am just learning how to treat this new caller of mine. he is my master, and actually it quite turns me on!
Him: excuse me?
me: i’m sorry i was short with You, but i am busy washing vegetables and i had to put down cucumbers and dry my hands to text just now and things are out of control and nothing is going right and i. am. freaking. out.
Him: Are you alone?
me: yes Sir, i am now.
Him: Grab a cucumber, go to your room and get naked.
Less than two minutes later my phone rang again. Gulp. My heart started galloping and my tummy began filling with butterflies. My problems were already starting to fade away into the background when i dropped to my knees and answered with a quiet, “hello.” He wasted no time with idle chit chat.
“You are mine georgia. MINE.”
The words had an immediate effect on me. My pussy contracted around the words as if they were fucking me with the depth of their meaning and the butterflies in my tummy took flight. i was his right now and nothing else mattered.
“Your lips are mine. Touch my lips.”
“Your breasts are mine. Slap my breasts. Harder. i want to hear it.”
“Your nipples are mine. Pinch my nipples. Harder. Make it hurt.”
“Your pussy is mine. Fuck my pussy. Use two fingers and fuck it. Faster slave. Faster.”
And so it went until i was breathless and begging to cum. He tells me it takes most women a long time to reach an orgasm, but i’ve never been one for marathons and my pussy feels the same way…sprinting to the finish is just her style. He granted permission for me to cum without even making me beg and then before i’d had a chance to catch my breath he ordered me to cum again.
i was all a-tremble, the dinner party a forgotten nuisance when he spoke again, “clean your fingers like you clean my cock.” i slid my fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth, sucking them clean and moaning as i imagined sucking my cum off of him.
“Do you like that little one?” he asked, and i mumbled a “yeth thir” around the fingers in my mouth. “Good girl. You do taste good. So good in fact that I think we should share. Take the cucumber and slide it deep inside your pussy.” i took the large, cold cucumber from the floor beside me did as he ordered. My pussy clenched around it convulsively, still wanting to fuck, but he had other plans.
“Now pull it out, get dressed and go finish your salad. Do NOT wash the cucumber off. Do you understand me?”
i knelt there in shocked silence. Surely he didn’t mean for me to serve a cum soaked cucumber to my friends. No. He coudn’t mean that. He wouldn’t…
“Did you understand me slave?” he asked again in a tone that told me he did in fact expect me to serve my cum with dinner.
“Yes Sir,” i managed to whisper past the sudden lump in my throat and after a simple ‘good girl’ he hung up the phone.
The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur. No longer did i worry about the recipes i cooked, or about the dress i was wearing or the way my hair turned out or about my make-up or what music to play. All i could think about was the little chunks of cucumber in the salad that wore my cum as their dressing.
Dinner went off without a hitch and everyone had a lovely time. i blushed while they ate the salad, amazed that they remained unaware that they were munching on the proof of my slavery, but then they didn’t need to be reminded of what i was…
but i did. And so do you guys. Call me and let me be your little bitch tonight. I will do whatever you say.
