For a Submissive slut like me, any sissy man can’t just step into the role of dominance. I need a man who never swayed in his authority to own me. I need a man who never questions where his balls lay or how to take a woman. Something about a strong man who knows how to own a woman in every way excites me.
Sometimes I get lucky with my in person clients and there will be a real manly man in the bunch. I’m just a bad girl needing to get owned and used. This weekend I was lucky enough to have one such client. He was foreign. The most manly men seem to be foreign or first generation Americans. He was very respectful when I first got to his hotel room but the way he handled me let me know that he knew how to own a slut like me.
He decided he wanted to do some Hardcore bondage play. He wanted me tied up like a bitch in heat on my knees, and tied me to the desk. Then he ran a rope from my shoulder down my ass crack and back up over the other shoulder. He put a gag in my mouth so I couldn’t shut it. Then he pushed his cock in my mouth and raped my throat. Real men are so hard to find.
There is nothing better after a gangbang than Bondage phone sex. This week was super trying. I’ve wanted fresh cock every day. I guess I have some leftover energy from when I was gangbanged last week. I was over at the pool, looking like a trashy whore, when a group of guys playing soccer noticed my efforts. I rolled over on my belly so they could see my ass. With my face down and ass up in the air, I wriggled into I could reach the string on my bikini top and undid it to get that perfect tan.
They got hella distracted, and their game could have gone better. A couple of the guys had stopped entirely and were almost directly over top of me on the other side of the fence. I started to buck my hips and arch my butt up in the air. I heard catcalls and whistles. I responded in kind, pushing my tail higher, and the whistles got louder. Soon, I couldn’t hear the ball being kicked at all.
I rolled face up, and eight guys stood breathing over me. My cunt squeezed and dripped. I moaned, and they chuckled. I slid my fingers down to the top of my bikini bottom. Their hands all couched their cocks through their pants. I was sure I was about to get much content for Gangbang phone sex. Thank god for living in an apartment with loads of swinging cocks.
As I lay there I could see all of their eyes thinking of me as a cum dumpster. Then the cocks started to escape gym shorts. I needed everyone of their cocks to unload in me. Before I knew it they destroyed my throat and all I could do was lay there and take load after load. Then they started to fuck my cunt. When it was done my ass and cunt were a crusty mess from loads of cum.
I happened to always love Cum slut phone sex but I didn’t realize it until I’d taken my vowels as a nun. Growing up in a strict religious household I guess you could have said I was always trying to be a good girl and get the approval from my parents. So when my mom found out I was having sex she told me if I became a nun I could still get into “the good place”. Fearing my all mighty Father, I dropped to my knees and promised to be a good girl and do what I was told from this day forward.
However shortly after I took my vowels to become a nun, I kept finding pleasure when I touched myself. As I prayed, I felt the need to confess to the sins of touching myself. I found a confessional booth and dropped to my knees to repent. Hearing the strong voice of my father I felt assured that I would end this torment. But I just couldn’t find peace in god knowing there was a cock attached to who I was confessing to. Unfortunately he too was young. I told him I knew I could find god if I could see the ultimate pleasure of man. There was a silence, and then a cock slid into my space. Father forgive us.
Now and again, there is a rush within me to find a Cock for Cock worshiping. I want something deeper and more meaningful than what I’ve ever had. Like there is this demon deep within my cervix, whose name is: touch me. When I feel both holes stimulated, one pushes into the other, I want to feel and know what it is to have my fuck hole touched from the inside out, and something about that makes me a bottomless pit. An ominous swell engulfed me, so I must feel that cock piercing to tear open my face and automatically swallow load after load while having another phallic appendage stuffing one of my other fuck holes. Knowing I am the filthy fuck toy I was meant to be, my holes all start to moisten, and I slide both cocks in more profoundly, all the while stroking cock to get nut butter all over my tits.
I’ve always loved falling asleep to something that was going to warm me up, like Erotic BDSM stories. I happen to be a switch, so I only entertain men who can play with me the ways in which I need to be played. I do enjoy being a submissive a lot. Just last weekend I was hired for a weekend of submission. My master for the weekend wanted me to dress in my sluttiest attire and to allow him to explore my body the way he desired. I know my little snatch is for his pleasure and he waste no time and reminding me of my purpose. We started Saturday off with me collared and a butt plug inserted where he could see the ruby end poking out. Master used a leash to walk me about like the bitch that I am. After he had taken me for a talk Master was tired and wanted to rest and have me rest my head in his lap while he stroked my hair. Masters cock was so close to my face I was breathing heavy on it. This woke Master up some more and had his cock tingling. I couldn’t help but offer up my mouth to suckle his cock. After moments, Master was having none of that and grabbed my beautiful blonde head and began to rock his cock back and forth in my mouth. I went limp like only a good rag doll can do. I felt my mouth open and Master fuck my face until he came down the back of my throat.
Being a cum slut phone sex whore leads me open to so much good stuff. Like being a submissive slut and having men use me at their pleasure. There is nothing better than knowing a man want to use me for my purpose of serving his pleasures. Last week I was I was out shopping and I saw this guy following me. I understand why men feel they need to keep a distances these days since the whole women’s complaining movement but I was cutting my eyes at him in the most inviting way. I’m sure more bitches wouldn’t be snuffed if they realized how our only purpose is to serve the man. The good book says so. Well after following me around a few clothes racks I started to head to the changing rooms, knowing he would follow. When he came around the corner and saw me on my knees his rod instantly came alive. Maybe there way a hole in his pants or maybe he actually unzipped them but that stiff prick seemed to pop out automatically like a jack in the box. And I, just being a whole in the wall was drawn to that dick like a bee to honey. Before I knew it he had zipped up and walked away, leaving my belly full of the creamy white cum I so desired.