Phone Sex
Hey guys,
It’s almost Halloween, and I have a treat for ya! Instead of handing out candy, or going to some lame ass Halloween Party, where you may or may not get lucky, why dont you give me a call. After all, I AM a sure thing!
I have a great special for anyone who wants to play with me on Halloween, and it’s definitely not scary at all! Just some played out fantasies, sucking, fucking, or anything you can think of that’s even kinkier! I’m up for anything you are. So give me a call, and lets spend our Halloween in the Pumpkin Patch!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
XOXOXOXOXO
ANNETTE
ANY 20 MINUTE CALL $30 ALL WEEKEND!
Wrap my hair around your hand and slide your knee between my legs. Kick my feet wide apart and push me down over the table.
Watch the sunlight sending tiny white diamonds across my ass as you brush the beads aside, untie the thong and pull it roughly between my legs.
Drop it at your feet in all its sequined insignificance.
Lube, shiny and wet, picks up refracted light, showering it onto your cock, poised there as you spread my cheeks, ready to open me, ready to press in and through and deep.
Pull my head back as you lean down. Your teeth graze my shoulder. Your tongue finds the hollow of my collarbone. Your lips on my neck are vampiric, demanding, in that moment when you enter, taking what you need and giving what I want.
Now: Pressing back against you, my ass tight against your hips, grinding small hard circles against your body.
Now: Your hands on my hips, fingernails marking me with deep crescents as you slide and thrust.
Now: The ripples start rolling down your cock as I start to come.
Now: The flood of your own release is wrung from your body by my contractions.
Wait, now. Stay. Quiet. There, pulsing slowly, moving gently, we mingle like the light streaming through the window mingles with these drops of white glass.
Fuck Me Hard Baby, Call Me Your Dirty Whore, Your Filthy Slut, Just Fuck Me
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XOXOXO
Annette
When do you feel the sexiest? Is it when you’re decked out in your little black dress and all dolled up? Is it when you wake up in the morning and take that lazy stretch in bed? Is it when you’re basking in the afterglow of amazing sex? Sometimes the answers aren’t as conventional as ‘walking around in lingerie and high heels.’ The answers may surprise you.
For me, I couldn’t round it down to one particular moment. I have three…
The first is when I am in my room, after a shower decked out only in cute panties doing my makeup and putting together an outfit for a night out. It’s a moment of feeling beautiful and so comfortable in my own skin. The second is when I am lounging around the house in just boy shorts and an off the shoulder tee, no makeup (well…maybe just a little…). It’s the official after work uniform. Add some knee or thigh high socks to the mix and its even better. It makes me feel sexy because I’m not trying to be sexy on purpose. And the third…I am probably choosing this because of my indefinite dry spell, lol. I feel incredibly sexy in dance class. Specifically, towards the end of the warm-up when we are all on the floor sitting up, flat back with our legs spread out like a V (or wider depending on how flexible you are.). There is this one moment when I catch myself in the mirror, head cocked to the side. I’m not sweating yet, but there is a definite glow to my skin. I have this euphoric ‘just been fucked’ look on my face, and I love it.
Sexiness is in the eye of the beholder, whether its personal sexiness or how you view someone else. I think it really all boils down to confidence. Confidence makes everyone sexy…
Your fingers slick with me, I lay on top of you, turned around. My legs on each side of your chest and spread wide right in front of your face. My mouth far away doing the most wonderful things to you. That is the world you are in now, pleasure radiating and unseen while every secret spot on me is exposed right in front of you.
You know me by now, every twist and turn and little button. You work me like a well loved little music box. Your fingers slipping in and bending just so, moving and pushing until you find the angle and the rhythm. Then I am unable to continue with your cock because my mouth is too full of moans and whimpers.
When you add a toy into the mix I am gasping and then suddenly struggling because it is too much. You clamp on to my legs in a wrestler’s lock and you continue as I try to pull away from the intensity of the vibrations and your fingers. My moans become frantic and then I am tensing and tensing and my struggling suddenly becomes desperate and I am trying to warn you and then…
I am a slut. I can indeed have sex without being in love with my partner or partners. Very good sex, in fact. Wring me out until I’m limp sex, which, in my opinion is the very best kind. And just plain fun sex. I have a couple of playmates who are just friends and there is no potential for it to go any farther than that, and we still enjoy the heck out of each other. Damn, that’s fun. Don’t get me wrong – we have “connected” and there is chemistry between us, and the sex is often intense. But I’m not in love with him… or her (yeah, that’s hot, isn’t it, guys). Freaky for a woman.
I also prefer my sex delivered with force, in other words, intense. Not soft. Not gentle. Not tender. I’m not a masochist – I don’t like a lot of pain, but a guy grabbing my hair while he kisses me hard, damn that’s hot. Riding me hard, smack my ass a few times, pinch a nipple, bite my neck, yeah, bring it on. I even love a bit of sexual domination, BDSM-style. Tie me up/down and use me… hell yeah. Freaky.
I adore anal sex, love it when a guys cums in my mouth (uh not in that order, please, unless you’ve washed off really well), and will lick a man or woman anywhere they want (gotta be clean, though). I’m totally cool with 3-somes and the tongue anywhere still applies (yeah, guys, got a twitch out of you, I bet). I cum for-freaking-ever, over and over and over and the well never runs out. Might need lube after a couple of hours, though. But if he can keep going, so can I. Freak! But in a “good” way.
Touch yourself for me.Run your fingers over that bulge in your pants. Go on, do it. I know you want to because you are a naughty boy. Use your thumb to stroke the length of your fabric covered shaft. Feels good doesn’t it? You want more don’t you? You want to unzip those pants and pull that big cock out so that you can stroke yourself off. I know you. I know what you want.
Do it for me.
What are you thinking about?
That’s it, keep stroking. Close those eyes and tell me what you are thinking about. Feels so fucking good doesn’t it? Such a naughty boy. But oh so good.
I had a massage from a man today, which I normally hate. He was a short, stocky, strong looking, blonde American.
We talked a little, he made me laugh, his hands were wonderful, he breathed heavily and made small grunting noises as he worked on my body.
And during the massage, with the pain, with the strong hands, with the rubbing, with the touching, with the oil and with him being quietly funny and interesting, I got turned on, inexplicably, not hugely hugely, but enough to make it very pleasant indeed.
At one point, he pressed a very hard part of his body against me (a very muscular thigh I assume, his cock I thought) and then rocked me back and forth so that I rubbed rhythmically against that body part. Delicious.
And later, he hurt me, in the way that good masseuses do, and it made me moan and he smiled and said ‘It feels good when I stop doesn’t it?’. Fucking delicious.
At the end, I was face up, he stood at my head, he slid his hands under my shoulders and down along my back. He pressed his fingers strongly towards the ceiling, forcing my breasts upwards and he held me there. His mouth close to my ear, he was breathing heavily and grunting slightly as he moved his fingers every so often, pressing into my muscles in different locations. I was breathing deeply into the pain. All I could hear in the room was the heavy breathing and the gentle grunts, his hands holding me in place.
Sexy, lovely.
It was hott! Paying a man to service my body… ‘here boy, you need the money?… then you had better start there, at my feet’… there’s something about that… something…
Now, all I can think about is masterbating! I would prefer not to do it alone, wink. So, why dont you call me and we can get off together? That would be a nice ending to both of our days!
Master sends me to the closet. I am naked wearing only my leather collar locked into place. The big dog bed inside the walk in closet makes sitting in the darkness a bit more comfortable. All I can do is quietly wait and attempt to make myself comfortable.
I have no concept of time as I hear a faint thud thud, the dog barking in the distance and the deep voice of my Master. His voice is easily matched by his visitor’s. There are two men in my home now. I hear Master’s steps in the kitchen briefly, before hearing the faint, masculine voices conversing in the living room. It’s to difficult hearing them behind my closed door in the farthest corner of the house. Occasionally their laughter penetrates the darkness.
I must have dozed off, because I startle when Master opens the door to the closet. My eyes blink painfully as they adjust to the light streaming inside my dark sanctuary. “Come with me, pet,” Master orders. “Not a word pet. You may not speak a word to our guest. Moans are acceptable.”
I follow him shyly, my hands clasped together in front of my body. We emerge in the living room and I see our guest sitting on the couch. The coffee table has been moved aside, allowing plenty of space. The man is a nice looking man, roughly around the same age as Master. His serious face hides the grin he will not express.
“Come to me and stand in front of me,” his voice is lovely.
I approach him gently, standing in front as he spreads his knees apart, allowing me to stand even closer. Sir, as I shall mentally refer to him, raises his hands and begins inspecting me. I feel his hands run up and down my body. My nipples become immediately erect. He runs his hands up to my face instructing me to open my mouth. My jaw falls open and his fingers begin inspecting my mouth. “Suck,” he orders and I close my lips around his fingers and suck him deeply. His fingers slide out of my mouth and trace down to my breasts. He squeezes and lifts them in his hands. His fingertips pinch my nipples hard and all I can do is gasp and moan.
Farther down his hands move to my pelvis. One hand taps my thigh and I immediately spread my legs. His finger runs along the slit of my cunt and I get instantly wet. His hand pushes on my thigh and I turn away from him, allowing him to inspect my ass. His hands spread my ass cheeks and again I flood with wetness. “Bend over,” he instructs. I lean forward, grabbing onto my ankles. His hands run along my backside. He dips his finger into my wet cunt and I moan loudly. “Such a slut,” he announces. My eyes look for Master and he is sitting not far away, watching and observing. Sir’s finger slides out of my cunt and I hear him suck on it. “Mmm, you taste delicious. Stand up and turn to face me girl.”
I look at him now, awaiting his next command. I watch as his hands move to the crotch of his pants. I can clearly see his erection through the fabric. I repress a smile as my cunt tingles from seeing his arousal. He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants and the zipper is loud as it slides down. He moves his pants, making himself comfortable and his hand pulls out his throbbing erection. I watch him stroke his cock and I feel my cunt ache.
He motions me closer and as I bend forward, his free hand grabs the back of my head as his other hand forces his cock into my mouth. He pumps me up and down on his cock, making my saliva coat him. He releases his grip on his cock and brings both hands to either side of my head. He thrusts deep into my mouth as his hands plunge my head up and down. I gag with each thrust, causing more saliva to wet his cock.
He sighs deeply before sitting back and releasing my head. I make myself more comfortable knowing I am to complete the task at hand. My hand move to his cock and I grip it tightly. I stroke it gently at first, letting my saliva coat my fingers. As things become slick and wet, I work my oral skills faster. My lips move far down his shaft. lead by my hand. The same hand follows my lips back up and my tongue swirls his cock’s head. My lips leave his cock briefly as my hand closes on the head before opening and stroking downward again, followed by my mouth. Over and over I pump his cock and stroke him hungrily.
I hear Sir’s breathing increase and he moans his approval. I moan in response, vibrating his cock. He begins verbally expressing his pleasure. “Yes, that’s it girl. You know how to suck cock.” I hungrily suck his cock, wanting so badly to make him cum. His breathing becomes more rapid as he pushes his breath through gritted teeth. I can feel his muscles harden.
His body erupts in quick movement as he stands, pushing me back and away from him. I lean back, my hands supporting me and open my mouth. He strokes his cock once, twice, three times and he groans loudly as I watch the first twitch of his cock. A stream of white cum shoots out and lands on my face and mouth. His hot seed continues to spurt and it lands on my breasts. Each pulse of semen lands in a different location on my body. I moan in arousal and my hips rock. I fucking love having cum all over my breasts.
“Clean me,” he orders through his panting.
I scramble to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. I suck and lick his member as I feel it slowly soften. Satisfied, he nudges me away with his knee and pulls his pants back up. After a few arrangements of his clothes, he walks over to Master, shakes his hand and thanks him for a very enjoyable time. “You have a most wonderful slut. She has served me well,” he smiles. “I would like to use her again sometime and use more of her.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Master smiles back.
I watch Sir leave the house, never once looking at me as the door closes behind him. I feel the cum on my breasts begin to dry and I can taste him in my mouth. I crawl over to Master and sit at his feet. His hand strokes my hair gently and he whispers, “You are a very good girl.”
Again, the oil ran in a cool trickle between my shoulder blades. His hands worked the unguent into my skin, rubbing, kneading, fanning across my back in firm, deliberate arcs. I could feel his fingers digging deep, through my muscles all the way to my bones, reminding me that those bones were delicate, birdlike, and easily broken; that I was, as always, at his mercy.
He moved from his position beside me on the bed to straddle my thighs, his naked cock resting in the cleft of my ass as his hands moved slowly, so slowly over my flesh. I purred as his thumbs beat away the tangles in my shoulders, mewed as the knots slowly dissolved under his touch. Then his fingertips were skating over my slicked skin, raising tiny hairs in welcome as they moved lower and lower along my spine. I caught my breath as he slid backwards and he slipped his hands between my legs, pushing my thighs wide apart.
But instead of his fingers plunging into my pussy as I’d achingly anticipated for the last hour, I felt another rivulet of oil flowing over my ass, dripping down my hot slit. And then his hands were moving on my skin again, not massaging, not teasing, not probing, but spreading, smoothing, greasing me all the way to my toes. He traced his way up and down the curves inside my legs, each time coming close, so close, but never reaching quite far enough.
I squirmed in frustration and pleasure, wanting—needing—a decidedly more focused attention. I hate to beg; he knows this. And so he waited, rubbing my feet with torturous tenderness as I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t see him, but I didn’t have to: I knew the satisfied smirk that played across his face too well. I resolved not to give in. Not this time.
But my determination didn’t last. When at last he’d tired of my toes he played his trump card, stretching his body on top of mine, his full weight pressing me into the bed. His chest was tucked into the curve of my neck; I could feel the hair on his chest plastered against my oily skin and feel his heart beating in line with mine. As he ran his hands up and down my sides, tracing the swell of my crushed breasts I bit my lip. And when finally he slid his knee between my slippery legs, adding the pressure of his thigh on my ass to the message his hard cock was sending to my cunt, I crumbled. I groaned. I whimpered.
And I begged.
“Good girl,” he said.
