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I love daddy! I really love when we have our special little time together and he teaches me all kinds of special things that are our little secret. He teaches me to be his big girl. He says I suck his cock way better than mommy does, that my sweet little girl lips drive him crazy.
The next time we play together he says he is going to try to stick his big cock in my tiny little butt. I promised him I would be a big girl and not cry. I can’t wait to play with daddys cock again, I am so excited!
Tonight was yummy I can’t go to bed cause im still thinking about how hot my call was with my favorite traveling sale’s man. You know who you are.
See tonight guys I had company over when my favorite traveling sale’s man called and I answered the phone at 1am. God im so glad I did !!!
I had already gotten fucked silly, but waking up and hearing his voice got me started all over again.
Mr. Traveling sale’s man & my date Tony has me fucking stir crazy and going wild.
Talking to him naughty and letting him hear that big cock going in and out of my pussy was beyond fucking hot.
I flipped over & got on my knees and took a riding I hadent taken in along time.
I had juices running down my thighs, I was slapping my clit like a slut, pushing back and riding that cock like a champ.
HaHa we all exploded together.. And now im sitting here while im sure both of them are sleeping soundly! I can’t stop thinking about how hot it would have been to have them both jizz on me together.
Giggles I guess I have something to wake up too in the morning too!
Thanks guys !!! Til next time ~ Anna
It’s laundry night….know what that means? I’m not wearing any undies. Well as I was bending over into the dryer in the laundry room. I felt as if someone was staring at me. I jumped up and turned around only to find one of the older men in the building staring at me. I was so embarrassed! I started to rush past him and go back to my apartment, but he wasn’t going to let me get away that easily. As I walked past him he grabbed by the arm and pushed me back shoving me against the dryer. He said since you want to be a little show off and a tease, I am going to show you what happens to little sluts like you. I told him no and I tried push him off of me but it was worthless. He threatened that if I screamed that there would be more hell to pay. So he hiked my short little skirt up even more than what it already was, pulled his cock out and rammed it right into my tight little cunt. He humping me hard and making me take every inch of him inside of me. I wanted to fight him off again but I just couldn’t find the strength because it started to feel so good…who would have thought. We he realized that I was enjoying it, he forced me down to my knees and started to fuck and pound my face like it had never been pounded before. He said suck me off you little blonde bimbo and that’s exactly what I did. I sucked him off nice and good. I gave him a sloppy blow job and before you know it he was screaming my name. BREE! BREE! BREE! So the moral of the story is I am good at what I do whether it’s taking that cock in any one my wholes or just being a tease I am the best. So give me a call for a FANTASTIC PHONE FUCK.
I’m here to have fun and just be a naughty little whore. I love role-plays, all types. I can get into being in control or being submissive. I can be a wife, girlfriend or ….. there is no limits to me, my mind and my creative spirit.The most exciting time I ever had was when I was a freshman at college. The booze and men where always easy to come by. Men of all sizes and shapes gave me the attention I enjoyed. I am pretty enough to get attention.I can be sugar and spice and all things nice or I can be the she devil your mom warned you about. Either way I always enjoy myself. Give me a call and let’s talk about our wild times.
Don’t I just look so sweet and innocent? You know my innocent look really does come in handy. I get out of SO much trouble, by just playing the dumb blonde role. I have used lines like “I did not know he was married” or ” Oh, no I am still a virgin” since I was 15. And believe me I was no virgin at 15. People just cant help but to believe my innocent look, “she could have never seduced her teacher, he must have come on to her.” But little do they know, underneath this innocent look, lies the nastiest slut you could ever encounter. I love being bad, and using my body to tempt men. I started at a young age. I learned that how you dress and how you act means a lot. We give off a lot of signals and never even realize. I started by teasing my dad. Once I wore a short dress with no panties. I bent over just enough so that he could see I have nothing on underneath the dress. My dad followed me around that entire day. Once I realized I could manipulate my daddy by dressing in a very provocative manner, I knew I’d have him wrapped around my finger for the rest of my life. And once I tamed that big bad bulldog, I knew I could tame any man. I just wink, innocently bend over, spread my legs, and men drop like flies. It’s amazing what men will do for pussy. And that’s what I like to see, just how far you are willing to go to get that hard cock of yours, in this wet cunt of mine. Are you willing to suck a cock? Are you willing to eat my ass? Will you let me piss in your mouth? Will you dress up in heels, lace, and garters, and prostitute yourself all for my profit? Let me know how far you’ll go to get this tight, wet pussy?
You have been a very bad boy, I think I am going to have to arrest you! We have all kinds of ways to punish criminally sexually deviant individuals like you. Time to tie you the fuck up, strip you down and strap you up. After that it is time for the torture. Those exposed cock and balls of yours laying on the cold stainless steel table, they belong to me! Me and my 5 inch steel tipped stilettos.
I slowly start lowering my heel down on your ball sak, all the way down, and then twist. Grinding your sak and making you scream out like the bitchboy that you are. The same exact thing for the other ball, and then I hover my shoe over your hard cock. Right over the head, and I stomp the top of my shoe right in it, hard, and twist. Grinding your dick just like I was putting out a cigarette on the ground. Keep screaming slut, this is only the beginning of your torture session!
Welcome all to the first of what I hope is an informative and eye opening look into an untapped resource that is available to all us ladies out there.
Imagine having a man at your beck and call, ready to drop his plans and pick you up, always willing to give your feet a rub or help you get ready for a night out. A man you can be yourself around, bitch about your boyfriends or take him shopping! A man who you can have fun teasing and a man who will always be there, begging for more, whether it’s a sexy back rub you want, a shoulder to cry on, or even a girlfriend to go panty shopping with!
I’m here to tell you that all of you women could have all this and more. All it takes is a little effort to find the right specimen, a little time to condition and emasculate the poor little dear, and the willingness to flirt and demand in just the right ways for you to have your very own human puppy dog.
Over the course of these guides, I’ll be telling you the best ways I’ve found to capture a man with a small penis under your spell, how to keep him there, and the amazing and fun things he’ll be desperate to do for you just to stay around in your company.
But first, what is a pindick? It might seem like an obvious question, but a lot of ladies out there don’t give them much of a thought at all (no wonder why!). A pindick is a cute name for a man with a below average sized penis. Anything under 5 ½ inches is definitely considered small, and the psyche of the men who have been cursed with these little units is preprogrammed ready for you to exploit.
It’s especially useful if you can find a guy with a really small penis, especially in it’s width. There’s been a lot of movement lately to make a guy with a small penis feel more like a man by stressing the importance of girth, so if you have one who’s packing a skinny pencil down there, he’ll be all the more easy to control.
The nature of a pindick is a curious thing indeed. I personally get off on the sexual humiliation of others, love watching boys squirm and beg for what they so desperately want. A guy with a small penis is the ultimate victim of sexual humiliation. Whilst other things can be worked on, looks improved, money gained, there is still no way for an itsy-bitsy penis to become anything more than just that.
Imagine for a moment that you’re a man with a small cock. No doubt you’ve felt the shame of being small all your post-pubescent life. Maybe other boys teased you growing up? Even if they didn’t you certainly wouldn’t have felt as masculine as them. Maybe you’ve had girlfriends laugh at you, or dates refuse you sexual contact. To be seen by the outside world as a sexual inferior, to know in your heart and mind that there is nothing you can do about it, to feel like you’ll never be as masculine or confident as other blessed men. This is the mind of a pindick.
Because of this, a lot of pindicks feel like they somehow deserve a rougher treatment. They don’t have the goods to please a woman, so they’re not surprised when she passes them over for another man. You will hardly ever find a pindick with a healthy or even regular sex life, it simply isn’t available to them. Because of this the pindick cherishes any woman who will give him the time of day, but he’s also away that normal sexual roles are an unlikely eventuality. He will do almost anything to please an attractive woman, often despite his better judgment. Because he doesn’t feel that he deserves sexual equality, it is incredibly simple to reduce a pindick to an emasculated, inferior status.
But does a pindick grow tired of trying to date or please women? In my experience, the answer is a firm no. Because his sexual dreams lie unfulfilled, the intensity and obsessive nature of them often consumes his thoughts. A lot of pindicks are virgins, so they have that social stigma to shame them as well and in our sex-obsessed society almost all unfulfilled little babydicks are horny little masturbaters.
This is where we come in! If you’re reading this and wondering why anyone would want to do this to a man, I will address that later. Just bear in mind that if you have a pindick as a friend, you can certainly tweak his buttons and play to his insecurities in just the right ways to gain full control over his sexually obsessed little package.
What you gain out of it is remarkably rewarding. A guy who worships the ground you walk on, is available 24/7 to tend to your needs and whims, is forced to concede your right to date and fuck other men and who will only grow more and more attentive and obedient over time.
Keep in mind that to start with this is subtle domination. The pindick will never feel like a slave, nor you a mistress. You will feel like two regular friends, except you will discover you are able to expect and request a great deal more from him. A pindick will always hide his true pindick status (as best he can) so the public will see you as friends.
It is, in fact a nice way to foster a close and rewarding relationship (for both parties) with a man who is simply unable to ever rise to the role of a sexual equal. By following my suggestions correctly, he will never guess that you are manipulating him, in fact he will be glad for your relationship and seek to please you.
It is possible to continue the relationship with subtle manipulation. It is also possible to embark on a new form of relationship, one with more explicit demands and one in which he will definitely feel like a true submissive. I have had both forms of relationships, and can recommend both of them. It is up to you how far you twist your pindick around your little finger.
The system I have devised is a remarkably simple set of instructions, based on the 5 tenets of “Pindick Conditioning and Control”. Even if you are skeptical about your chances of capturing the attention of a little pindick, or even if you are morally or in any way opposed to the idea, I urge you to read on, to consider what I have to say and to see if you can’t find some aspect that may work for you.
A quick summary of the positive points of having a little pindick under your control –
* He is always be there for you. He will drop everything to be by your side or to help you in any way.
* He will never say no to you, so back rubs, running errands, even household chores can be expected of him
* Many women gain a sexual charge from controlling a man, especially a man they are not even sleeping with.
* He works in a good tandem with a regular boyfriend, who may not care too much about every last person in your office, or your exercise regime, or girly conversations. A pindick will be there to listen to you, no matter what your pick for conversation is.
* Shopping! It’s always much more fun shopping with another person, so if you know in the back of your mind that he’s available any time, you know you can always have a girlfriend to shop with.
* He is a true friend. Despite however cynical or mean my suggestions may sound, they are built around a mutual love of each other.
Keep in mind that this is not an explicit sexual or Dominant / submissive relationship. The outside world will view it as a normal friendship. He will view it as a friendship where you are slightly demanding, but still nothing more than that. By taking small steps with your domination of him, you will learn to control him bit by bit, until he is so infatuated with you that he cannot see the hold you have over him.
It is also not a mean relationship. Sure, I would never consider sleeping with any of the pindicks I have been friends with in the past, and yes I have used them for my own personal gain and pleasure. But pindicks are not likely to form close sexual relationships with women regardless, thus he is happy to spend his time on whatever he can get. He is also free to leave at any time, a concept you will see, rarely enters the mind of a pindick.
In short, a pindick loves the attention and closeness of your special relationship. He would certainly love to be your sexual equal, but since he is unable to perform this role, he will love to take what he can get. The other point to consider is that a life of rejection and shame has probably already wired him to be sexually excited by humiliation or servitude. You are providing him sexual excitement through the sexual frustration you inflict upon him. This is a difficult concept and will be explained in more detail later.
I won’t even get into how I had ended up here. Well, alright, I guess I have to? But the details- the Rubber Ball, fetishist’s dream come to life- need to remain mum. Suffice it to say that if you want to fuck in a coffin, you can do that here. Mmmhmm. Damn fucking straight, and you know that’s what every little vampirella wants to do. So I put on my best rubber dress- yes, rubber- and I found the hottest vampire stud I could and here we are.
Oh, he’s not really a vampire. You didn’t believe that, did you? But he is a hot stud. Fishnet shirt covering a tattooed torso. His stomach says something, but I didn’t pay much attention. ‘Punx’, I think. That’s pretty fucking hot. Tattooed arms. Tattooed back. Pierced lips. A Monroe. On, you can say that Monroe’s are not meant for boys but I will beg to differ til the sun goes down. Or rises, for that matter. And if the pierced boy in question is wearing fishnet and black leather pants, with messy black hair covering his face…Mmmm. Fuck if I care what he does or doesn’t have pierced.
The coffin is pretty tight. As you would expect a coffin to be. Obviously, it’s a prop built for this event, because how else could we fit two adults inside the damned thing and shut the lid? Yes, that’s right: I shut the lid. There’s no excitement in riding some poor schmuck who’s laying in a coffin, lid open, and the crowds around us watching. Where’s the fun in that? There is none, clearly. It’s cliche. It’s been done. When I found this tasty morsel, I wanted to lay him inside the casket, shut the lid, and tear the fishnet from his body. Leaving scratches. I hope I marked him. As my own. Forever. Eternally.
Tonight is about eternity.
So inside the coffin, he is growling. I didn’t stop to ask his name. It didn’t seem particularly important. So whatever the fuck his name is, he’s growling and moaning as I drag my long nails across his chest. Fishnet still intact. But not for long. As we lay side by side in the infinite darkness, our lips meet. We do battle. His tongue searching my mouth, my tongue searching his soul. He tastes of candy and cotton and chocolate and blood. Fake blood. There’s a certain sugary sweetness to his taste, and I lose myself. Almost forget that I am poised to rip his clothing from his stocky little body. He is short. He fits inside this tomb so perfectly. He and I. Together.
I feel his growing enjoyment to be here, and I moan to myself. Wait til I get my hands on that. He’s not so patient, and his hands are already working up inside my silk panties. Forcing my legs apart. Pushing my skirts upward. There is no room for this. There is nowhere to stretch. I feel claustrophobic. I feel suffocated. I love this feeling. His body so close, his breath surrounding me. The sounds of our lips and tongues and hands and fingers. So tight. Everything is so tight inside this…
“I want to taste you,” he breathes. The warmth fogs my mind. “I want to taste you here,” he beckons, inserting a gloved finger inside my moistness.
“There’s no room,” I breathe back. My mind is a cloud, a haze. I want to feel, want to feel everything he has to offer. But we are, afterall, confined inside this black sarcophagus.
“Open the lid,” he states, starting to twist and contort. “I’ll sixty-“
“No!” I demand, grabbing his throat and stalling his movements. “We do this my way.”
He nods.
I squeeze his throat tighter, harsher. He squeaks. “I want to tear your clothes off of you.”
He nods again.
“I want you to bleed for me.”
With that, I began the process of ripping his fishnet shirt from his beautiful body. I scratched and tore and pulled and bit. He was bleeding. My nails tore long trails into his skin, my teeth closed over his right nipple. It was all a part of the rush, of the game. He lay submissively beside me as I ravaged him. As I dominated his body and took him for my own pleasure. As the fishnet became nothing more than strands of torn fabric encasing his chest, my right hand slid slowly down to the fly of his pants. Unzipping. Slowly. So slowly. Teasing him. The gaspes from those pierced lips sending my body into bliss. So beautiful. So languid. He gasped as I finally took him into my hand. He was already semi-hard.
“Thank god,” he breathed into my ear, the warmth prickling my skin. “These pants are too tight for this.”
“I will tear them off you,” I promised, licking my lips and squeezing his length. “Don’t worry.”
“Oh god,” he growled, tossing his head back into the silk lining. That was the positive side to attending fetish events: the props, as they were, were always designed for ideal useage. Or in this instance, fornication. Hence the oversized coffin for two, lined in silk. Black silk, in fact. Somewhere underneath our bodies, there were red rose petals as well. I could smell them, feel them sticking to my legs on occassion. But I had yet to see one.
Trying to remove such items as pants- especially tight black leather ones- while inside of a closed casket was, however, tricky. That was something that could not be worked around or planned for; one just had to indulge and do their best. Removing his pants proved interesting. Thankfully, again, I had chose a short little stud. He inched up his legs, I tugged, he twisted, we rolled and the pants were down enough. Enough. I didn’t need them off, I just needed some room to work. Work. You realize what that means, yes?
Before long, he was embedded deep inside my velvety depths. He was so hard. So long. So thick. Girth is important. No little vampette wants her beautiful male lead to be, well, unimpressive. As they say. He was impressive. I could work with this. And oh I would. I moan and screamed and pulled that shiney black hair. Rough. I wanted this to be rough and I wanted it to hurt. Of course, there were space limitations and thrusting is difficult when…trapped inside a coffin.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips driving forward and forcing his erection deeper. “So tight.”
“So sinful,” I countered, licking up his scruffy jaw line.
He moaned, pulling our bodies tighter. Frantic hands grasped for my breasts, still enclosed tightly in my silk corset. Of course. Played out, I know; but every good vampirella loves a corset. Mine happened to eccentuate my large breasts. Natural. I wanted to bury his face in my cleavage, but there was no time for that. Instead, I forced our bodies to slam together rougher. Harder. Louder. Everything inside this encasement was so loud. So vibrant. I could hear and feel our every move. His every breath. His every-
“So close,” he panted, his hands digging into my hips. Marks would be there tomorrow. I was marked. Fuck, I loved this kinky shit.
“Cum for me baby,” I taunted, licking his jaw again. “Cum deep, cum hard.”
My nails dug into his back, the blood seeping out onto my fingertips. I brought my middle finger to my lips and sucked hard. Just that action seemed to drive him over the edge, and it was shortly thereafter that I felt him melting from my body and seeping down the insides of my thighs. Surely, the black silk would be stained. Beautifully. How wonderful to know that we had left our mark on this fetish ball. How deliciously perfect it is to feel this evil.
I opened the lid of the coffin, climbed out, and left him there. Panting for breath. Calling out for my name.
He didn’t even know my name.
