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.Archive for the 'Masturbation Phone Sex' Category
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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.
Tell the truth. When the scraps of your dreams slip away and your cock wakes up before you do, you wish there was a warm and soft hand bringing you to your senses, instead of your own calloused palm, right?
Your whole life, since that first Morning Wood . . . you lie in bed and try to pull back those nasty thoughts that got your meat throbbing. You push back the inbred guilt and toss one off, just to get your mind off of it.
Even when you are out of town on business, you pound it quick and quiet, dumping your load into a discarded sock, or blown into last night’s room service tray . . . grunting low, because you know the hotel walls are thin, and your voice carries.
It can be a frustrating cycle, jerking every morning and itching for more by lunch. Don’t despair babe, there’s a woman who can start your day off just right!
Arrange your sensuous wake up call with me, and feel like hitting the floor running. No more spending too much time in bed, all alone . . . trying to crank one out, just to get your ass in gear, when you can arrange for an erotic beginning to your stress-filled days?
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This morning I just couldn’t control myself anymore. It was just too much. When I woke up this morning I was so wet and so horny and so sexually consumed. I have kept a secret for so many years and now I need to just admit it and get it over with, no sense in hiding these feelings.
Firm in my decision I walk out of my room and go down the hall nervous but excited at the same time. Just prior to that forbidden doorway I pause. “Damn it Rosanna.” You have wanted this for so long and just as you are about to make fantasy a reality you hesitate,” I argued with myself. With a deep breath I turned the door handle and swayed inside.
When I walked in the room, there laid my fantasy the thing I have wanted for so many years but have never taken. My pussy was literally dripping, there he was my lover. I could wait no more. My young hung son lay beneath the sheets and I could only imagine what lay underneath. Juices dripped from my cunt as I slowly removed the covers and to my immense delight there was my own son’s cock and what’s more it was pointing straight up at me! I wanted to so just grab his cock right there but I couldn’t justify it. If I was going to molest my son like I’d always dreamed about I wanted him to be awake to enjoy it. “Honey, Baby wake up” I kissed his head softly and my tits touched his shoulders. He stirred and with some prodding of my tits on his face woke up.
“What’s going on?” My son was not yet oriented to his surroundings and he was groggy. He rolled over to find my tits just inches from his face. “What in the world is going on?!” He sat up at once clearly stunned by my nudity. It was now or never. A life of passion and hot sex with my son was on the line. “Honey I need to make a confession. Please let me finish and then you may have your say.” With that I made the confession I had suppressed for over a decade. “Well honey I have a lover, and I haven’t told him and since me having a lover would affect you I feel I should share this. Anyway well I don’t know how else to say it but that lover I am alluding to is you honey.” I paused only to let him digest the words and continued “Baby I’ve been stealing your boxers and every night I masturbate in them. I rub the crotch against my pussy lips as I masturbate. I rub my cunt and think about you as I feel your boxers. I know it may seem odd to tell you this but son I cannot help it. I masturbate constantly thinking about you. The thought of your cock just gets me so wet and I have to rub my pussy. I moan your name out hoping you will hear me. I pretend my dildo is your thick cock and I shove it up my cunt and as I fantasize about fucking my lover, my son I cum all over the dildo which I believe is your cock and then the juices leak into your boxers and I let all the juices seep in there and then when they dry I stick them back in your drawer.” Again I pause to see his reaction and I see he is shocked but he hasn’t run from the room. “To be straight with you son, I really need to fuck your cock and satisfy you and I have suppressed this fantasy for so long. I cannot suppress it anymore, I want your cock inside me, I want to molest that cock in any way possible. I want it in my mouth so I can deep throat you, I want it between my tits, and of course I want to molest and fuck that cock with my pussy. Oh Son please give me what I want I am naked and ready for you.”
He kissed my lips and caressed my tits and it felt way better than I could have ever imagined. The foreplay alone was hot enough to make me cum, and as the juices gushed from my pussy I felt a burden leave me. He massaged my breasts and my nipples grew hard and that was it. Without regard I went down on his cock and took it deep and fast in my mouth. I was determined to give my son the best blowjob of his life, and one he’d never forget. I took his cock fast and deep in my mouth gagging on his cock as I rubbed and fingered my wet cunt hard. As his cock pulsed I beat it agonist my tongue my son’s beautiful cock. Now that we were both primed and ready, there was no doubt what had to happen next. I straddled my son and held his shoulders as I reached down and slid his big cock where it belonged. “YES MY SON IS FINALLY IN MY CUNT OOOOH YES AFTER YEARS OF DREAMING I AM FINALLY MOLESTING MY SON” I didn’t care who heard me the feeling of having him inside me was indescribable. As he squeezed my tits I rode his cock hard and fast, making sure I jammed it deep inside me. As he pounded me I feverishy rubbed my clit and when my orgasm had built up to a max I yelped “PPPPOHHHHHHHHHHH SON I AM GOING TO CUUMMMMMMMMM ON YOUR COCK!” With that I relaxed and held him tight as my best orgasm ever left me and juices spilled on to the bed and on to him. We fucked the rest of the day and by night fall we were ready to fall asleep together, only to wake up the following morning and do it again!
Want to hear the rest of my hot incestuous sex with my son? Call me now!
The lube pours like rain, effortlessly — my closed fist a vessel.
It drips in a stream onto your cock and partially open palm.
I lay down between your outstretched legs, to watch.
Your hand strokes the length of your shaft, palm down, until you grip the head in your palm, before sliding back down again.
You does this very slowly, over and over until your breathing changes ever so slightly.
I detect a catch on the intake of air.
You are trying to draw it out, to take your time.
And draw me in.
I watch your hand, but my eyes travel to your finely rippled belly; the tightening of your muscles.
My fingers gently rake the insides of your thighs and you gasp and close your eyes.
My throat is dry.
I lick my lips and whisper breath across your balls.
Your fist grips your cock, sliding effortlessly along the shaft, precum dripping down onto your wrist.
My tongue darts out before I recall my promise to not touch and just watch.You moans as my tongue licks the nectar from your pulse. Your eyes meet mine. You shiver.
And so do I.
Panty Peeper has become a regular caller of late. He likes to tell me of his scores he’s accomplished since our last call.
PP scores whenever he gets a peep up a skirt or a look down a blouse. Sometimes it’s just a quick peek. A waitress bends over the counter and he gets a glimpse of her upper thighs. A women bends down to grab her purse and he sees cleavage for a moment. For longer peeks he likes to go to department stores pretending to shop near an escalator. When a women with a short skirt gets on he gets on as well making sure to be several steps behind her. As the escalator rises he gets his savored view.
Being a peeping tom isn’t all he’s into. PP likes to play with women’s panties, the dirtier the better.
Recently PP has told me about a panty game he plays. He likes to be a panty tree. When he house sits he digs into the house owner’s laundry hamper. Pulling out all the women’s underwear he lays them out in a row to gaze at while he undresses.
Then he starts to dress himself in the panties. He hangs panties off his shoulders, off his arms and positions them to hang off his legs. He dangles the prettiest pair off his erect cock. The smelliest pair he saves for his face. With this pair draped over his head he stretches out his arms and feels the panties covering his body.
PP tells me he likes to stand like this for long periods of time in “the panty goodness”.
When his excitement can no longer be contained he carefully strips the panties off his body and lays them again in a neat row in front of him. He jerks off while staring at these panties depositing his cum in the special pair that he draped over his face earlier.
After cumming he collects all the panties and puts them back in the hamper. He is careful to cover his tracks. PP mixes the panties into the dirty clothes so there is no tell-tell clump of dirty panties on top. So far he has not been caught.
I have sent him a pair of my panties,and when we play he cums in them. I also cum in a pair of mine. He is so fun to play with! Cant wait to hear more Panty Peeper! You make my days interesting, and sex in our panties is so much fun!
Any one of you other panty lovers call and play with me too! You know you want to!
First, show me your body; take off all your clothes. I want to see your naked flesh.
Mmmm. Your cock is getting hard. You like me watching, don’t you?
Now brush your fingertips under your balls, then cup them. Does that feel nice? Are they getting tighter? Because I want your nuts real full and tight for me. Do you understand?
Take just the tips of your finger and thumb and run them, very slowly, up and down the sides of your cock. Very slowly, I said. That’s it. Up and down. Up and down. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Slowly, slowly.
Look: there’s already a drop of precum on the tip. Milk the head just a little bit and get a nice, gooey gob of it on your fingers. There you go. So nice and creamy. Now, just with your fingertips, massage that precum into the shaft. Do it very gently and ever so slowly. Make that fat dick glisten for me.
Does it feel good? You want to grab it, don’t you? Be a good boy and just wait. Just wait a little bit and I’ll let you hammer away at it. Then you can blow your load for me, okay?
I’m going to sit down here, right across from you. And spread my legs. You start a nice slow stroke all the way up to the head of your dick and back down. I want you to look between my legs. Keep stroking. One, two. One two. That’s it. Look right up under my skirt while you are jerking that dick for me. One, two. One two. You see those little black lace panties, don’t you? You’d like to get to the pussy underneath, wouldn’t you?
But not today. Today you are beating off for me. You can look, but no touching me or my sweet little pussy.
Now make a tight fist around that stiff prick. Squeeze it for me. Make that precum bubble out and drip down the side. Yes, just like that. Pull your dick up a little bit; I want to see those balls. Oh my! Your balls are as hard as your dick now. Does it feel good? Move that hand up and down a little faster now. That’s it. Look at those veins popping out.
Slow down. Listen to me. Do what I say. That’s a good boy.
Now I want you to hold your hand around the shaft. Keep those eyes on my hot little crotch. Stop stoking and hold your dick. Very nice. Now, fuck your hand for me; just pump those hips and shove that cock in and out of your grip. Not so fast; slow down.
What? You want to cum? You want your hard dick to cum for me?
Come here.
Get down here in front of me. Point your dick right at my panties. Now stroke it fast and hard. Do it. That’s it. You ready? You ready to show me what a dirty boy you are? Okay, baby. Do it now! Spray that spunk all over this lace crotch.
Oh yeah! That’s it; shoot that cream. Keep jerking; I want every bit of it. Good boy!
Now somebody is going to have to clean these panties. I wonder who.
I wonder who and how?
I took a bath last night. I turned the taps on high, squeezed in some gardenia bubble bath, and a few drops of oil.
In the bathroom, I flipped on the heater and shed my clothes. The bath was getting full. I climbed in – HOT – and jumped back out again. Ran some cold. Climbed back in and slowly immersed myself. The extreme heat felt wonderful on my sore muscles. I felt myself slowly relaxing. My waterproof vibrator is always eager and ready to join me in the tub.
I teased my clit with too much vibration, then not enough, then too much again. I was getting close to orgasm, the vibrator slipping around easily in slickness beyond that of water and soap, my hips lifting out of the water. I pushed my dildo hard inside me, then pulled it out and pressed it against my desperately throbbing clit. I came with a convulsion that thrust my legs into the air, almost bending me double. I relaxed back into the tub. I turned off the vibration in the dildo, but held it in my hands, admiring its sculpted curves. It bends one way and then the other, in a subtle S, with pillowy ridges at aesthetically pleasing intervals. I stroked it idly, exploring its textures. My water was still hot. I slipped back into fantasy.
I pressed the dildo back into my pussy, so the larger curve in the S was up. That felt good. Had I been using it upside down? I slid it in and out, trying to fit it all the way up. I twisted the dildo to try it the other way up, smaller, more acute curve facing up. Also good. A little deeper. I turned the dildo back the first way with difficulty, my pussy tightening.
I started fucking myself fast and hard, hitting my cervix with every thrust. My cunt clenched and shuddered as I came a second time. I let my silky red toy float as I drained the water. I felt pleasantly tired, as I ran the shower and rinsed the soap out of my hair. I dried off and put on my robe. Carrying the vibrator in one hand and my towel in the other, I went into my bedroom, changed, and layed under the covers. I drifted off immediately
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.
I am sooo freaking horny today!! I want to get laid, several times, hard…and licked too! Oh my!! My friends and I are going to a party tonight, hopefully that will fill my needs. I want to spread my legs open and feel a hard cock slide between them, filling me up, hitting my clit as he moves in deep, his big mushroom head spreading my lips open, making me his, at least for the moment..I can close my eyes and imagine it now, laying on my back, my legs wide open, dripping wet and slippery just waiting for that huge cock to fill up my holes. I feel like fucking myself all day till I get the real thing!
The sweeping nylon skirt whispers against my legs, my ankles…
it speaks of promises
promises administered by the smooth silky cups which caress my breasts
promises administered by the slip & slide of nylon nightie against nylon panties as I pad across the living room floor
my nipples respond
they harden and push
searching
waiting
wanting
in vain
because you are not here
the fabric strains, accommodating
but what silky and soft generate cannot be satisfied by the same
rough and firm is required
insistent is the cry of my nipples thrusting from their nylon embrace
insistent would be the response of your fingers,
your mouth
but you are not here, and the whispers of the nylon skirt are but mocking teases…
I run my fingers along every bit of my nylon covered flesh
searching
waiting
wanting
Here it is soft, but cool with nylon
Here they are hard, erect
Here it is soft, but warm — and slick
and I imagine my ragged breaths are yours — long, hot breaths along the gusset of my panties
more heat!
heat and friction, please
…but, you are not here
all I have are my own fingers
since you, they’ve never been enough
never enough to deliver on the promises which the sweeping nylon skirt whispers against my legs
I need you here. I need you to call and tell me what you would do to me if you were here. But for tonight, my fingers will have to be enough
