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Being Told

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“Tell me what you see”

I beg of you. Describe to me what you are looking at. Let your words be my mirror. Showing me all those dirty things you are doing to me. What does your cock look like sliding in and out of my pink pussy? How slick are your fingers with my wetness? I have to know. I want to hear it. 

“Talk to me” 
I pant. Call me your baby girl as I sit on your lap and wiggle teasingly. Call me your dirty whore as you spank my ass for being just that. Tell me what you are going to do to me and how you are going to do it so that I squirm in anticipation. Whether you are whispering it in my ear, or growling out your desires. I need you to talk to me. 
“Tell me what I taste like”
I plead. As you lap me up and bury your face further into my honey pot. As you dip one, then two, then three fingers inside of me and then into my mouth. I can’t wait to find out until I lick you clean after our fucking. I want to know.
“Tell me how it feels”
I say to you. What does it feel like to have your cock buried in my ass while my vibrator buzzes inside my cunt? Can you feel the vibrations through the thin wall that separates the two? Does it make you want to cum?

 Talk to me. Tell me.

I love being told.

Call me, tell me everything you wanna do to me, and I will submit to you  because I love being told!

                                                                                                                                                CARISSA

Daydream Escape

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You can’t run forever. I close my eyes, and exhaustion sweeps me away. Two masculine hands unbutton my shirt, gravity seems to rearrange my body, laying down, the bed emerges soft under me. The world grows quiet, only the sounds of a pair of lips kissing my nipples, making them quite erect. His cologne is thick and manly, the smell sliding up my chest and insinuating into my nostrils and tickling my memory. He unzips my pants, and starts kissing his way down me, as he pulls my panties off too. His cool lips slide down my hot pussy, and I am grateful for him, I give myself over to his expert care. I let out a few moans, and he stands up over me, unzips his pants, and pulls out his hard cock. Oh, the fucking I’m going to get now! He kisses me on the lips, and I taste myself on him. This makes my pussy even wetter, and I raise my hips on and off the bed, letting him know I am ready to take all of him in me.

 

He lowers down to enter me, and I am dragged out of my exhausted daydream by a knock at my office door. 

I cant wait to get out of work, now, I am so horny.

How about helping me finish my daydream up tonight? Give me a call…I am so ready to cum, but I need you.

Lick Me…I’ll return the favor!

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I feel your eyes on me as I bend over to present myself to your hungry gaze.  I imagine your point of view; the tantalizing vision of the plump cheeks of my ass parted to reveal the tight bud of my anus and the pink, fleshy lips of my pussy, the inner petals glistening with the moisture of my arousal.

I feel your breath on me, hear you inhale my animal fragrance.  Your hands grip my ass and you press your mouth to my sex, your lips delicately grasping, nibbling, parting me, your tongue darting out to taste me.

That wet little muscle snakes along my pussy lips, textured with tastebuds that scrub against my aching clit.  You close your lips around that shy bundle of nerves, coaxing it from its hiding place, suckling, making it swell and pulse, making me moan and squirm.

You begin to lick me with long, slow laps that start at my clit and drawn wet lines of saliva up along my pussy lips, all the way up to my asshole.  You pause there for a moment, wriggling your tongue teasingly, then drop back down to my clit and start another long, sensuous stroke.

The slow, languid path of your tongue has me rocking, sighing, building my desire to feel you inside me.  Finally you indulge me and plunge your tongue into my pussy, sinuously thrusting and wiggling it, then you duck down to engulf my clit with your mouth again, sucking, then clicking your tongue against the sensitive bud – a rhythmic thumping that knocks on the doors of my pleasure and demands that I open for you.

I cum… shuddering, groaning, pulsing in your mouth as a new wave of wetness gushes from inside of me.  You grasp my thighs, holding me firm against your working mouth.  I try to get away, but not really…

Your merciless tongue continues to pummel my throbbing clit and I cum again, crying out at the pleasurable spasms that wash over me in time to your firm tonguestrokes.

At last you release my clit and I relax for a moment, only to buck and gasp as you draw your tongue up along my crack to my asshole.

As you circle the tip there, pressing gently, I feel your finger prying into my soaking cunt, sliding into my slick passage, opening me.  I moan, arching back toward you as you slip another finger inside me, giving in to my lust as you fuck me with your fingers and tease my ass with your nimble tongue.

Then you pull away and withdraw, giving my ass a sharp slap that makes me gasp.

“Turn over,” you command, and I gleefully obey, rolling over to expose my soft underbelly, spreading my thighs wide for you.

You catch my gaze, your eyes smoldering with lustful promise, then you bury your face between my legs again. Your strong hands slide up under me to cup my buttocks, squeezing as you lick my pussy, then you bring one hand down and shove your fingers into me again, hard, and I groan in helpless surrender as you press up against my g-spot, rubbing vigorously.

“Oh yes, baby,” I moan, my voice pleading, begging you not to stop, ever.

Your tongue flutters over my clit, your fingers thrusting against that magic spot inside me.  My hips are bucking, rocking to your driving rhythm and I feel another climax starting to build. 

“Oh god, baby, I’m so close…” I pant and I feel the vibrations of your voice as you moan into my cunt, welcoming my release.

I feel another fingertip pressing on my anus and my climax crests as you drive your slick finger deep into my ass.  My tight ring squeezes you, my pussy clenching around your other invading digits and I cry out over and over as my orgasm sends me into a frenzy of carnal delight.

You slowly bring me down, pumping in and out gently, kissing my vulva tenderly, then I feel your fingers slip from my limp body and you slide up to kiss me, my flavor strong on your wet lips, your tongue probing deeply into my open, moaning mouth.

“Mmmmmm, you are soooooo good at that,” I sigh and you smile with well-earned pride.

“It’s my pleasure,” you assure me, and I grin back, contemplating how I shall return the favor.

Tell me how I can return the favor baby, I want to make you feel the pleasure that you give to me.

Both of us…together…cumming- together. What could possibly be more important right now?

CALL ME   1-866-687-5486…your pleasure is mine to give.

Are You Man Enough?

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It was not my first time. I had already let him hear me cumming on the phone. He heard it and loved it. We have been sharing this ultra hot exchange in which he jerks off and cums for me on the phone. Sometimes I get an e-mail when I wake up in the morning. In the afternoon when we have a moment, he will sneak off and jerk his cock for me… cumming when I tell him too. It’s so fucking hot and I have been soaking wet for days. All day long. He sent me a picture of his cock and I am so hungry for it. It has this fucking hot curve that will rub my gspot like nothing I’ve ever seen.

So when he told me to call him when I got home and cum for him, I wanted to do it well. While the play on the phone puts me a little more in the dominant role, lets be serious… I’m not a dom and I want him to want me the way I want him. So I got settled and lubed up the new cock. I was hiding in my bathroom like a slutty teenager hiding from her siblings. I straddled the cock and got started while I called him. I love his voice… it’s so inviting and warm.

I rode the cock hard. Begging him and moaning, calling his name. The cock is so big. It’s so fucking big and it feels so good. I did not want to stop fucking it- ever. My legs started to shake and I crashed down hard on it, imagining it to be him. Harder, fuck me harder. Fuck, please let me cum. Oh fuck I’m going to cum. Ohfuckfuckfuck…. yes fuck me, fuck me….

I lost myself and came so hard. Shaking and pouring my cum on to the dildo so it was slippery. I shook and trembled, and didn’t stop. I got on my knees and grabbed the dildo, pushing it into my pussy faster and harder- until the balls of the cock were slapping against my clit and I came again. Moaning and crying… ohgod oh baby thank you. thank you, fuck it so good, so good, ohfuck don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop. so goooood.

Right as I was done, I heard his sexy moan, and he started cumming. I have never heard him cum so hard and loud. It was sexy as hell. He wanted to go clean up, so we disconnected.

He sent me a test message later saying I was a good slut, that I had pleased him.

 I completely lost myself to him. No control, no holding back. Oh my god, what a hot man!!  He messaged me again saying it was amazing. I am amazing.

I think a man that can make me cum like that for him, is more than amazing. And I could do that all day long.

Call me, if you think you’re man enough!

Always Ready

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I was so horny when you called me. As soon as I heard your’ voice, I pulled off the sheet as I raised my legs, planting my feet on the softness of the mattress. Already highly aroused…but I wanted to take my time. I lightly stroked the inside of my thighs, starting close to the knee, then moving up and just flickering across my pubic mound. Then the other side. I could hear my breathing get deeper.
My outer lips were together and I gently parted them, only granting myself a couple of clit rubs. A finger ran around the uneven form of my labia, lingered at the bottom, stroked my perineum. By now I could feel my heartrate really pick up.
By now my other hand was working easy circles on my clit, which felt like it was on electric fire. Meanwhile, I finger-fucked myself, felt all the familiar folds of my pussy, enjoyed the juices that were now flowing all over my labia, down into my anus, onto the sheets. God, I needed a good fucking. I reached up and gently pinched my nipples.
 I tilted my pelvis and raised my legs as my hands did their work, the bottoms of my feet burning, recalling all the find male asses they had rested against as I got fucked.
I heard myself screaming…the rest of me was somewhere else, I was seconds from dropping into the sleep that only sex brings. Phone me again soon. I am ready for you. Are you ready for me?

My First Sexual Spanking

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I experienced my first over-the-knee spanking!

Actually I have experienced it once before, a friend was celebrating her birthday and instead of getting spanked she decided to spank someone else. We were surrounded by friends, she was clothed, I was clothed, it wasn’t sexual, it was all in good fun.

This time it was different on many levels. First of all I was naked.

I’ve read about them before. I’ve seen plenty of photos on the subject. It always looked a bit silly to me. It was one of those things that i just didn’t understand.

I understand it now.

It was a total surprise. As with most new things I experience, it wasn’t planned. Maybe she planned it but I hadn’t a clue. One minute she and I were casually talking and the next thing I know I was naked and laying across her lap.

I felt exposed and vulnerable. Her warm and soft, but firm hands moving over my back, down my ass and gently pressing my thighs followed by a strong thwack.

Being spanked has never been on the top of my to-do list, but while she was doing it, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

She started to slap over and over and over again, not giving my body time to process it and my head arched up. She noticed it and seized the opportunity to grab me by the hair and keep my head in that position.

Her hands would wander, she’d make a comment about how much she enjoyed the view and would continue.

I’ve learned I enjoy feeling objectified, she certainly made me feel that way. Caressing me then abusing me, talking about the shades of red my ass was turning and moaning as she took pleasure from the way my body was reacting despite myself.

I don’t know how long it lasted maybe 10 minutes or an hour.  I lost track of time, as my body floated above me. I was watching myself get spanked. I was so aroused, and she knew it.

She turned me over, and put her vibrator on my clit, and it only took a few minutes for me to cum, and squirt all over her.

I’m not sure where this came from, or even why I let it happen, I only know I wasn’t the same person when crawled off her lap as when I crawled on.

As with all things, I know it wasn’t so much the act as it was the person doing it. Still, I’ll have a different appreciation for it when I see or read about it from now on. And, I owe her big time!

Have you been spanked yet today? Do you want to spank me? Give me a call, and lets get to paddling!

Control

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I was chatting on the phone to him in the kitchen. I was making a drink, dropping ice cubes into a glass one by one. He heard the sound of the ice through the phone and asked what I was doing. When he heard that I had a tray of ice out, he made a thoughtful “hmmm…” sound. I could hear the wheels turning in his head.

“What are you wearing?,” he asked suddenly. I told him that I was wearing shortie pajamas, and he made me strip down to nothing while I stood there in the kitchen. “Take a piece of ice and put it in your mouth. Let me hear you suck on it, ” he instructed. I lapped at the ice. “Smooth down one end of the cube in your mouth.”

I looked around me, wondering what the neighbors could see through the window, if anything. Would a naked girl sucking on ice strike them as strange?

He continued: “Spread your pussy open with one hand and touch the ice to your clit with the other…don’t take it off until I say so

.”

I took a deep breath and paused.

“I’m waiting,” he growled.

I touched the ice to my clit and immediately cried out. The cold, hard pain was much more intense than I thought it would be. It burned my sensitive, exposed skin and I wanted to pull the ice away immediately.

“Keep the ice there until I say, Carissa, ” he urged over my cries. I held the ice, held it, longer than I thought I could, before he let me take my hand away.

“Did that hurt,Carissa?,   he cooed, as if he didn’t make it hurt in the first place. He was sympathizing with me over pain that he had caused. But I was so relieved that he had let me take the ice off of my clit and that the feeling was returning to my pussy that I didn’t notice.

As soon as my whimpers of pain subsided, he spoke again with that hard tone in his voice. “Put it back on your clit, now Carissa.”  I whined, but complied, crying as the pain burned icy-hot on my pussy.

He made me do it over and over again, until my legs were shaking as I tried to remain standing in the kitchen. He even made me touch the ice to my asshole, making me shudder and sob from the sensation. But I did it. I didn’t even think about disobeying, although I could have. I could have said no, I won’t hurt myself for your sick amusement, I won’t get you hard with my cries of pain.

An hour later, after he let me come hard, kneeling in the puddle of water on the kitchen floor, I thought about why I did exactly what he wanted me to do. I thought about the feeling of his hand over mine as I moved the ice toward me, and his hand on my neck as he stood behind me while I writhed in pain. I was struck by how he seemed to be there with me throughout the entire experience, whispering in my ear and requiring my compliance with his very presence.

But he wasn’t there, and he couldn’t have hurt me if I didn’t comply. And he wouldn’t even have known if I didn’t comply but pretended that I did. But none of those options crossed my mind. In the moment, I did something that hurt me very badly and made me extremely uncomfortable just because I thought I had to.

He reprogrammed me. He rewired me. He’s inside my mind now. What else could he make me do, now that I’m like this?
What can you make me do? It’s scary, and so exciting at the same time! I just love those calls