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Wine making time!

So I had a pretty incredible call yesterday with one of my favorite bitches.  He was so sweet, he made me some homemade wine.

I had him take a nice relaxing enema to clean out that dirty asshole of his.  Then he climbed in the shower and shoved grapes up his ass for me.  He was a good slut and managed to get 15 grapes up his ass.  Then his dildo was shoved up there to smoosh the grapes over and over.  Each time he made some room, I had him pack some more up there.  Then I had him lay down in the puddle of wine in the tub and put one grape at a time under his cock and use a shoe to smash his cock to smoosh the grape.  Last but not least I made him hump the bottom of the tub until he came in the wine.  Such an obedient bitch.  <Smooches>

Trashy yet sophisticated..

I believe the way to a satisfied man is a woman who has balance.  Balance as in being sophisticated and educated yet has an equal dose of trashiness and sluttiness.

Today I am in the mood to pamper you.  To help you relax.  Work is tough, the economy sucks and your life is chaotic at best.  A good orgasm is the best cure for a stressful day.  So today treat yourself to a dose of me.  During your lunch break instead of going to the same boring takeout joint you normally frequent, call me.  If you get lucky and get home before the wife and kids do, lay back, wrap your hand around your cock and dial my number.  I shall do all of the work and pamper your cock to a fucktabulous orgasm, just like it deserves.  Your mind, soul and cock will each enjoy my soft sensual voice.

Men are good to me!

Friday is here….finally! It’s been a long week for me. Had a lot of brand new callers which always makes my day! The calls I’ve been getting lately are long callers who want to make me orgasm like six times. It’s so rewarding that you want to hear me cum and you make it all about me. You make me feel so special. I am always a giver when it comes to sex so it’s great that you want to return the favor. I love days lounging around in my bed wearing my thong and only a tight tank. My favorite toys lined up and talking to you about how we are going to get each other both off. Life is good and it’s even better with a fantasic orgasm!

Sweet Lil Caroline

877-516-0306

Panty Peeper

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!

Fantasy Wednesday: Why Am I All Wet?

It’s nice and sunny here in So Cal…a perfect day for lounging by the pool and soaking up some sun. Today I’m working from home, and since I’m the boss, I can do that kind of thing. Yet, I’m sitting at my desk at home thinking what a shame it is that I’m stuck inside the house on the computer, when I could be enjoying the great outdoors. So I decide to take a little break and lay out by the hot tub, just to get a little color on my cheeks. I’ve never bothered with a bikini, especially since I’m at home. Nude sunbathing is the best.I’m sure you know what’s “cumming” next. I forgot that my pool guy cleans my pool on Wednesday’s, and he walked through the gate without my noticing. I guess he saw me lying there in all my glory because when I finally opened my eyes, I could tell from the tent in his pants he had seen enough to get him all excited. Poor guy was awestruck though, so I told him not to be shy and come over so I could help him get rid of that bulge in his pants. Judging from how big the bulge was, I knew I was in for a treat.

I knelt before him and unzipped his shorts to reveal what he was hiding in there. It was definitely more than I expected, because I gasped when I saw the enormous cock that stood at attention before me. I immediately grabbed it and stroked it, smiling up at him, telling him what a shame it was that I didn’t work from home more often. Putting his cock in my mouth, I licked his shaft up and down, cupping his balls, massaging them, and softly scratching them with my long manicured nails. He began to thrust softly while I sucked, and I could feel the head of his cock gently tapping the back of my throat. Feeling bold, I took all of his cock down my throat, gagging on it, and feeling myself getting wetter each time I swallowed his cock and felt my lips graze his ball sac. I closed my eyes and pictured what it would look like when the cum ran down my lips, down my neck, and how it would feel when I rubbed that sticky cum on my tits. He was getting closer to cumming, and I could feel my pussy clenching at the thought of it. Before I knew it, he said, “Take my cum down your throat.” I responded by sucking harder, milking his cock for that sweet cum. He shot that load right to the back of my throat, and I moaned in pleasure, refusing to swallow it so that I could give him the pleasure of watching it run down my chin. The feeling of it on my lips, flowing out of my mouth and down my neck, was pure ecstasy. I could feel myself reaching orgasm as I rubbed it all over my tits, pinching my nipples and fondling them while I reached down to finish myself off. He stood there, watching me rub my clit, the cum sticking to my face and my breasts, glistening in the sun. I came hard, all the while licking the cum off my lips. It was definitely one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time.

Sex on the brain!

Sometimes I just like to lay on my back, open my legs and get fucked. I don’t want to work at it, I just want to be fucked. You’ll notice I said, ‘get fucked’ and ‘be fucked’ I don’t want to fuck, or do the work, instead I want to get it done to me.My bare pussy throbs at the thought of a cock, sliding inside, especially when I think of someone like you. I love your big cock, hard and long, coupled with your strong, hard body that I get totally wet when I fantasize about.
 I want your cock to enter my cunt and give me that fucking I so desire, so willing to bring me to orgasm. Fuck me hard till I shoot my pretty cum juices all over your cock!

 

Wiping Away Stresses Together

The warmth of his flat palm smoothing over my thighs and belly. The tips of his fingers grazing against my smooth labia. His thumb pressing gently against my perineum threateningly close to my ass. A well placed tender kiss on the underside of my breast. Or, maybe it was his gaze on my spread pussy.  I am not sure which act or touch let my mind stop, but gradually all of the day’s worries began to slip away.

 

Patiently, he took his time touching me here and there. Tenderly, he watched me relax, watch my hips slowly begin to roll against his touch. I lost count of how many fingers he pushed into me. I floated under the tingling, stretching pressure of his fingers pulling me open. My finger swirled against my clit. It took longer than usual, but slowly my orgasm approached. My gut tightened. My thighs threatened to close. His whispers of encouragement forced my orgasm to the surface, “Yes, that’s it. Good girl. Squeeze my fingers with your beautiful cunt.”

 

My orgasm completely wiped away all of my stresses. It was an overwhelming relief. When his cock slid into me finally, I felt like the embodiment of sex and love. His black and white silhouette lingered above me in the blue midnight light. With our bodies in rhythm with one another, we seemed to be in limbo—somewhere where our breathing is the only song heard for miles. This is the place that our senses take over. I feel /see/hear everything from every millimeter of his cock sliding excruciatingly slowly in and out to the softening lines around his eyes to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

 

We maintain this rhythm, this limbo. Time disappears. I feel the faint pulsing of his cock before I see it in his face. The sensation is enough to milk another orgasm from my pussy.  As we begin to climax together, our eyes lock on each other as our hips maintain this snail’s pace. Slowly our bodies roll against each other as the beauty of this moment causes my tears to mysteriously flow.  We seem to stay in this climax for much longer than usual until we are breathless and unable to move.
 

When our bodies finally part, we curl against each other. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating in my ear and the feeling of his warm cum dripping from my cunt. I fall asleep the most well-loved woman in the universe in that moment.

My Son

I walked in the attorney’s office distraught and confused. It’s bad enough when a wife becomes a widow but a post funeral controversy adds insult to injury. I was wearing all black and dressed as professional as I could muster. With a black coat and black skirt I looked like a business goth. I even had on dark makeup and my hair was in a tightly pulled bun. I had an 11:00 appointment with the family lawyer Lance Edwards and his secretary Beth ushered me in at 11:00 on the dot. I walked right in as she shut the door. Standing right over his desk and ignoring his greeting I said “Lance what the hell is going on? What do you mean there’s an issue with his will?” I was furious. They called just two days after his death and were very vague meaning I had to meet them now. “Well Mrs. White after examining your husband’s will, we found something quirky that puts a huge twist on his possessions and assets.” He got up from his desk a piece of paper in hand and sat beside me on the sofa and as he did he handed me a glass of water. “Alright cut the bullshit what’s going on?” He gave a heavy sigh and showed me a piece of my late husband’s will. I just stared at the paper in utter bewilderment. What did this mean? It was a will he had passed all of his things down to me what the hell was the big deal? Seeing my confusion he read, “All of my possessions assets, funds, and anything of monetary value, this includes home, cars, stocks, property, life insurance etc. is to be passed to the next person carrying the family name so that it shall be preserved and prosper. I am sorry to inform you Mrs. White that nothing you or your husband jointly owned belongs to you, rather it belongs to your son Harry. He is the one who carries the family name.” He continued before I could interrupt. “He is a male and when he marries his wife and kids will bear his name but you will carry your maiden name or the name of anyone you marry. Even if you don’t marry but were to have another child they would bear their father’s name.” So there it was I was left with nothing my son left with everything. He had just become insanely wealthy in a matter of fifteen minutes.

It didn’t take long for my son to use this power. I no longer had access to money without his permission or a new job which in this economy probably wasn’t going to happen. My son knew this and took full advantage. From the moment I arrived home from the lawyer’s office he took control. He had nothing to do with creating the will but he sure was the master of it. I was now my son’s maid, cook, and servant. I had lost all my authority and this was further exasperated when he told me that unless he wanted to be kicked out of his house, I needed to suck his cock. I was horrified but he was persistent. When I refused he began to gather what little I owned and put it in a bag. I didn’t want to be homeless so shameful humiliated and embarrassed I got down on my knees as he asked and took out his cock. I was being raped by my own son forced to do his sexual bidding or suffer the consequences. I took his cock out and began rubbing it with my hands and it slowly sprang to life. I was so ashamed and it was so disgusting touching my own son but he forced me to suck his cock taking it deep and fast until I was deep-throating him. I tried to do a lame job but in his eyes that only meant I needed more practice so it was better to do it right and get it over with. I was in tears as he forced my head down on his cock making me choke and gag.

It didn’t get much better. He tore off my clothes and began to rape my breasts with his cock shoving them between my tits and making a tight pussy. He had his way, sucking my nipples and fondling my tits and I was powerless to stop it. It didn’t end there despite my desperate pleas and cries. He just thrust my legs open and began rubbing my cunt even sliding two fingers in hard and deep as I screamed. “NO SON PLEASE DON’T RAPE MY PUSSY YOU HAVE GONE FAR ENOUGH PLEASE!” This had no effect oh him as he began to lick my pussy out even nibbling my clit. Making matters worse I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t getting turned on when my pussy began to drip. He just laughed at this and said “See Mom you enjoy it” and without another protest he plowed into my pussy. He raped me hard and deep going faster and harder with each thrust. The excitement and forbidden nature of the incest seemed to be turning him on as he grew thicker inside me. As the rape went on I could feel my pussy sopping wet and despite my sobs and cries at the horrid nature of this act I came all over his cock sending him over the edge where he too exploded into the depths of my cunt.

Now my son does whatever he wants to me sexually and beyond because as he puts it “I am not his mother but his slave.”

Tease and denial of my own body

I really, really enjoy connecting when I have sex.  What I am talking about is when it becomes more than just a fuck.  When it becomes a connection between two people.  It can be a connection with a long-time sex partner, a significant other, or a spouse, but usually I’ve found it works best with anyone who I can connect with and who are willing to take sex to the next level with me.  

I enjoy when I can ride cowgirl style for a good hour or two and just feel that hard cock inside of me, riding, feeling my body fill up with dick, riding and enjoying the ride rather than racing towards orgasm.  I like to stroke back and forth, up and down, and really feel my body build towards climax, but not waiting for it. If a man knows my body  well enough he can get me to that point and keep me there for long periods as well by fucking me missionary style or even doggie style, but it usually takes a while to know my body well enough, otherwise I am potentially able to sneak an orgasm in there before I’m really ready to have one.

I just love that feeling of pre-orgasm, that place where I am about to go over the edge, but hold it back to continue feeling that feeling for a long, long time.  Sometimes, I have to stop moving or else I will go over that edge, and sometimes I’ve even had to pull off that dick to quelm  that feeling for a little while until my body settles back down and I can get to that point again.

Sometimes I play a game and make myself wait, say 6 times, or 8 times, or 15 times that I reach the point of orgasm to actually have one.  It gets really hot when I have a partner that knows when I’m about to have an orgasm and will help me to stop, because I’m not always that strong to stop the orgasm when the urge hits.  I’ve been known, on occasion, to have tears in my eyes or even to get angry for a moment because I want to cum so bad and I haven’t reached my limit yet… and so my knowing partner stops me from having an orgasm.  However, when I start moving on that cock again and feel it fill me up so deep, I forget all about the anger and enjoy that pre-orgasmic bliss once again.  

Because of the extreme orgasm denial, my orgasm builds and builds inside of me as I ride that wave leading to orgasm.  It is pure ecstasy when I can ride that wave, in a way that I’m having a hard time finding words for.  However, when I am finally able to cum, it is an orgasm beyond any other type of orgasm that I’ve ever felt.  It is a total release that I enjoy to the fullest.  

 

Deliciously Clean!

mmhmmcleanI was at the home of the man I am seeing and we decided to get very down and dirty.  Let’s just say there was a lot of food involved!  I was completely covered in little bits of honey (he licked most of it off, but there was a little sticky residue).  So of course we needed to get all clean!

Now my man has this amazing bathroom with a large old style tub.  Oh my god it was amazing.   He put some bubbles in it for me and lit a few candles.  He then wanted to take a pic of my sexy little body in his tub.  He was kind enough to let me share with you!!

When he put the camera down he gave me a good scrubbing and made sure I was clean all over. His fingers felt delicious inside my pussy while I sat in the soapy water.  He even licked my little asshole, burying himself between my cheeks.  We had sex in the tub while holding each other, it was amazing!

Of course now that I am all clean, I need to get dirty again!  Who wants to taste me all clean and then get me filthy and taste me a second time??

Your Canadian Lover,

Annaliese