My ass fetish phone sex fantasy has me fucking my ass right now. Last night my FWB entertained me with a deep session of ass pleasure. As soon as he came over he was on his knees cleaning my ass and blowing hot air to dry off my wetness while re-wetting with his tongue. He rimed my ass out so good I had to grab his face and fuck my pussy with it. He responds with them same level of enthusiasm hold his tongue firm and out to taste all my juices. He felt the need t o fill my ass with his jizz but for some reason I was really tight so he had to put my giant destroyer butt plug in that tight shit hole and all it to relax. While my ass was getting ripe he turned his attention to my snatch and stuck two fingers inside. Working the fingers back and forth from my g spot to my molest me button he made me very excited. As my cunt was working up an explosion my nipples started to throb from how hard they were getting. My FWB reached up and squeezed my nipples, adding a little deeper pinch cuz me knows I like that pain. He bent down and spat on my molest me button and moved his fingers down to where he knows makes me an easy target for sexual victimhood. I was just so open an excited I submitted to his every whim.
Category: Phone sex humiliation
Ass Fetish Phone sex
Phone sex addiction controls me, and I need more
“Hah, fuck, yes, fuck me, feed my phone sex addiction!” There’s something to be said about being pumped in hard by a big black cock that doesn’t relent. I don’t really have a type so much as an experience I’m looking for. Some like Asian guys, or white guys, or black guys, or even Mexican guys. I’m not looking at anyone’s skin or face, their features never even click to me. I’m looking for one thing and one thing only, a nice heavy cock to push my stuff in and make me a mewling puddle of goopy sexuality. I’m a toy through and through, an addict with nothing but my next fix to look forward to. Some people waste themselves on drugs, I don’t need that, I have your cum. I’m a ravenous whore who needs and greedily tries to take everything she can from your overburdened balls during our phone sex chat. So when I say I had no idea, absolutely none, about what the name of the guy about to spend his weekend’s cum saved up and stored just for me, well, I’d actually be telling the truth. He meant nothing to me besides what he was stuffing inside of me and even then I couldn’t help but think about my next fuck. You know how weird it is to think about getting fucked while getting fucked? Sometimes you start fantasizing about the fuck after that too inside your fantasy and then you’re looping fucks and creampies like the trashiest whore alive. I barely noticed time passing, too caught up in the wet grip of my folds surrounding him and the feeling of my every nerve tingling wonderfully, so I found myself surprised when his swollen need started pouring juicy bliss deep inside. Heat overcame me, and for just a moment all was well. My world was set together, my everything correct. That moment was over before it even really had a chance, this dark skinned fucker just didn’t have enough in him to take me over the moon. The moment he left I was already on call with another guy, twisting my fingers in my hair and begging him to come pick up where I was left off. Dripping cum and hot faced and ready for another set of phone sex games.
phone sex games are wild
I like to have some fun phone sex games. Please play with me and tell me about your dirty kinks. Guess which pussy belongs to me, and you get to jerk off that cock for me. It’s a little red-light-green-light game that gets calls hot and steamy. Please tell me your deepest darkest fantasy, and I will tell you if it passes the test. Show me you can shock me, and I will let you jerk it well, baby. Time will run out if you don’t get yourself ready. You lose the game; then you cant cum. It’s fun until you get blue balls, so you better listen up and react the right way, so you aren’t left horny.
I’ll Tell Everyone How Much of a Cock Whore You Are
What a loser! I can’t believe what you will do for me in exchange for keeping your little secrets. No one can know just how much of a whore for cock you really are. You think about it all the time and can’t get it out of your head. One time you couldn’t take it anymore and asked me to help you get a man so that you can lick his balls and suck his cock. I got a guy with the biggest and thickest cock I could find. Before you could even put your tongue on it, he grabbed the back of your head and shoved your head on his cock. A cock like that is going to want to be fucked how it wants. I have all sorts of photos of that time, where you are being thrown around like a fuck toy for his pleasure. I laugh at you and tell you that I will post these pictures online so that everyone will know how much of a cock-whore you are.
Diaper phone sex: Forced for misbehaving!
I never really thought I’d be forced to be a diaper phone sex whore, but I guess nothing is too taboo for me. It was pretty shocking when he whispered in my ear telling me that I was being a naughty slut, and to go get a diaper to put on. That being age regressed into p-bait was my punishment for the day.
He actually called every few hours to make sure that I was still wearing it. Sometimes allowing me to shove my little vibrator in it, for a few moments of pleasure. Other times, making me sit there begging to use the bathroom. Who would have known that diapers have punishment uses instead of just for adult babies and incontinence?
XXXmas fun
I love to watch porn late at night while everyone is asleep. Last night I looked up what was trending after having some hot fetish phone sex. I came across some Xmas themed stuff and knew I wanted to be a slut for Christmas. As I watched a few flicks, I kept seeing the same plot line. A Christmas office party turned naughty. Also, a secret Santa extravaganza. My ideas kept flowing who would I fuck this Christmas season. I had my eyes on my sister’s boyfriend. We always do Christmas eve at my parent’s house. Then we have a lovely Christmas morning brunch. I knew I could sneak into the guest room and tease the hell out of him. My sister is known for taking hour showers, and I want to be jingling my brother in laws balls while she’s in the shower.
Fetish Phone Sex for Cock and Ball Torture
I am known as a fetish phone sex freak. I am into all kinds of kinky things. I like incest. I like black cocks. I like anal sex. I like cuckolding. I even enjoy cock and ball torture. I am not sure why I like it. I am a lover not a fighter, but a couple years ago, a man paid me money I did not need to kick him in the balls. He was a stranger. It was a random encounter in central park. I figured if he wanted his junk to be sore, it was none of my business to question why. I mean my time as a phone sex whore has taught me that men have all kinds of fetishes and kinks. Some are just fantasies and others have real experiences with their kinks and fantasies. The guy never told me his name. He gave me the $500 first, and then in my high heels I kicked him hard in the crotch. He fell to his knees quickly and thanked me. That was like making $500 in 5 minutes. Easiest money ever. But it gave me a taste for CBT fun. I started going to BDSM clubs as a dominatrix. I enjoyed the clubs too. I would go in a latex outfit, or all dressed in black leather. I enjoyed being a mistress and a dominatrix. After a while, I got a reputation. Men would come to the club to see me. Men with small dicks, even men with big dicks, which surprised me. All kinds of men love cock and ball torture. I do CBT phone sex calls too, but in person, really doing it, is so much fun. The most fun. Covid happened, and I did not go t o the club for over a year. I went back recently, and they were lining up for me again. I sent one guy to the ER. He wanted me to bust a ball. I was hesitant because like I said earlier, I am more of a lover than a fighter. He got what he wanted though. Who am I to question your fetish, right? So, if you need some cock and ball torture, this phone mistress will put on her high heels and get ready to give you a swift kick in the balls.
Fetish Phone Sex Makes Me Squirt So Hard!
l let him know that I am definitely a squirter with the right one and that if you do me right I will squirt all over you.
Anyway he says he wants to see and feel me squirt and I asked him if he has what it takes to make me squirt and that I squirt for my BF regularly.He said he don’t want to hear about my BF and to take off my panties and lie back on the sofa. He starts eating my pussy and let me tell you, he was good. By that time he got that long ass 10 inch dick in me I was squirting all over him. He was lying on his back moaning and begging for more. Now he calls me all the time begging me to squirt on him. Hell No, I have to save that for my man!
Phone Sex Humiliation and CBT are Often Necessary
As a sexy mature woman, I know size matters. I am not against phone sex humiliation for men who do not measure up. I am a whore, but I will not fuck a grown ass man with an itty bitty clitty. I shame men and cuckold them on the phone daily. Sometimes, life imitates art. I met Sam at the park. He was a tall and burly man. Younger than me, but maybe just a decade. He was full of bravado. He walked with a swagger too. My experience has always been than men like that often have big cocks. Or at least a cock big enough to get the job done for me. I cuckold my husband who I love, so I have no problem with small dick humiliation with some one I am not vested in yet. My husband has a decent sized cock. His issue is age. He is 20 years older than me, and his dick is limp now unless he takes a Viagra. And the little blue pill does not always work sadly. So, this phone sex whore has many lovers. I fuck all kinds of men. The key for me is a big, stiff cock. No shrimp dicks. No limp dicks. Well Sam talked a mean game. But when it came down to getting dirty, his dick could not do the job. It was not stiff. He was a decent size, but only half mass. Now, I would have been nice to him, offered him a Viagra, but he got mean spirited. I can dish it out, so do not mistake me as your doormat. He knew my age. He knew I had a hairy pussy. He started saying I was too old for his dick and that my hairy bush was a turn off, when not 30 minutes prior he was telling me he hoped I had a hairy bush. I screamed at him for 20 minutes, hurling all sorts of limp dick jokes at him. I even kicked him in the balls for being rude. He deserved it. I am not desperate for cock. I am in my 50s, yes. But I look good, and I fuck even better. This sexy phone sex milf does not need your limp dick, your small dick or your bad attitude.
Humiliating Foster Care
I’m pretty sure that I love being demeaned and degraded while I’m getting ferociously fucked so much because my last foster dad loved phone sex humiliation and doing whatever he wanted to me and my tight teen body. He was the first man to ever treat me like a useless piece of fuck meat and to show me how good it feels to be humiliated by a heavy handed lover and the reason that I like a little bit of shame and discomfort when I’m getting dicked down.
Everybody hated me in school. Nobody likes the bony, stick figured girl who just transferred over because she’s a ward of the state. I got picked on by guys and girls, both. It didn’t help that I went to school every day in tattered, baggy clothes, reeking like piss. I might as well have had a big target on my back. What they didn’t know, though, was that those clothes hid welts and scratches and filthy words that would’ve, no doubt, gotten me expelled and that the aroma of urine emanating from my skin was not because I wet the bed, as they all assumed.
My newest pop would wake me up everyday with a fiery barrage of cuss words and a bunch of smacks on the back from a freshly picked crabapple tree switch. “Rude awakening” doesn’t even begin to cut it. He wouldn’t stop until I was out of bed and on my feet, then he’d instantly push me down into whatever position he desired and jam his dick into one of my holes while telling me it’s what I deserve. It was only scary and shocking for the first month or so, but it didn’t take very long to get used to my asshole of an alarm clock.
He had one of those really thick permanent markers, the kind that smell funny but good, and would write whatever mortifying words that entered his molestation filled mind all over my soft but swollen flesh as he pounded away at my puffy teen pussy or obliterated my young butthole. When he was done doing whatever he wanted to me and filling the morning hole of his choice with his chunky cum, he’d say “Shower time.” and lead me into the bathroom by a handful of my hair. After tossing me in the tub, he soaked me with his post sex piss which always reeked of too much coffee, and laughed at how it made me choke and gag. Sometimes he’d bang me again while I was bent over in front of him, but he usually just gave me the morning golden shower, snide snickering and ultra rude remarks. I could rinse with water afterwards, but no soap. He said his pee was all the soap and shampoo a slut needed. Again, after a while, I grew to love my bathing routine.
The foster care system is the reason I am the woman I am today; a cum filled companion to every guy who wants to spend a little time with me. The last foster dad I was placed with made certain to taunt and tease me and ridicule my every move to toughen me up for taking on all of those guys. He knew that men can be mean and simply wanted me to have a heads-up before I got out into the real world on my own. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what he had in mind when he did all of that stuff to me. He was either a complete dominant daddy phone sex loving creep… or the best fucking foster parent I ever had!