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Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!

Extreme fetish phone sex

This guy, John, had me so damn worked up. He wasn’t your typical foot fetishist. No, this man was a foot worshipper, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl. Pun intended!

He started slow, asking permission to admire my feet—oh, how I love that dirty talk! He went on about how my feet were so prim and proper, like a proper lady should have. But little did he know, I had a secret fetish of my own. I craved the dirty, the taboo, and John was about to deliver.

He began licking and sucking my toes, tongue weaving between them, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a wicked grin, he took the whole foot in his mouth, slurping and sucking like a hungry babe.

But that wasn’t enough for this foot fetish freak. John reached for his pants, and out came his thick, throbbing cock. He placed my foot on his lap, the other caressing my sole, as he began piston-like movements. My pussy was dripping wet, and my feet were getting a workout of their own.

He fucked my foot, yes, fucked it good! While he did so, I imagined my feet wrapped around his meaty shaft, a sight I knew would be sinful and wrong but oh so right.

John was a man on a mission. He flipped me over, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, feet still getting the VIP treatment. He licked and sucked my juicy cunt, making me squirm and moan. Then, with a grunt, he stood up, positioning himself at my feet.

He slammed into me, feet-first, making me gasp. The depravity of it all—having my pussy and feet worshipped—was a rush like no other. John fucked me senseless, the filth pouring from his mouth, calling me his foot bitch and slut.

It was disgraceful, it was debauched, but I loved every minute. That’s my story, an unromantic, wild foot fetish romp, and it gets me so damn horny every time!

Vicious Pleasure: A Submissive Whore’s Torment

Submissive Whore

Being the willing whore that I am, I yearned for my Master’s touch. Bound and helpless, I awaited his devious plans with a dripping wetness between my legs. And boy, did he deliver!He started with a whip, leaving my back a mesh of red stings. I cried out in pleasure, begging for more. Master knew just how to push my buttons, torturing me with deliciously vicious strikes.

But that was only the beginning. He moved down my body, piercing my delicate flesh with sharp claws. The pain was exquisite, driving me wild with desire. I was his to command, and the thought of it made me soaked.His heavy thrusts soon followed, each one making me see stars. He fucked me mercilessly, using me as his personal sex doll. The filthier he talked, the harder I came.

But Master had more tricks up his sleeve. A hard gag was buckled into my mouth, silencing my moans, though it couldn’t muffle my desperate pleas for more. Yes, more! Give me your nasty, hard cock! Fuck me like the whore I am!He granted my wish, and I felt his meaty Cock stretch me to new limits. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, sending me into a blissful abyss.

I was his submissive slut, and this was my idea of a perfect night—being tortured, fucked, and used.

Use me, Master!

My Gangbang phone sex Extravaganza

Gangbang phone sex

This filthy slut  with a penchant for the extreme, my ultimate fantasy involved a wild gangbang. Multiple cocks, a kaleidoscope of pleasure—that’s what got my juices flowing.It started with a chance encounter at a local bar. A group of hunks noticed my appetite for flesh and fun. They offered me a ride home, but we all knew where this night was headed.

In the back seat of their car, hands groped my body, making me moist. Three pairs of hands, three hungry mouths—it was like a carnal initiation.We reached my place, and the real fun began. I was the center of attention, surrounded by eager bodies. Their hands all over me, stripping me bare, made me feel like the sex queen I was born to be as they pushed me onto the bed.Cocks of all shapes and sizes surrounded me. I couldn’t get enough—sucking, licking, taking them one by one into my greedy holes.

Then, they started fucking me for real. First, one rammed my pussy, while another violated my tight ass. They pounded me mercilessly, and I loved every minute of it. My body was on fire, the sheer animalistic energy in the room making me wild.

Another pair of hands pinched my nipples, sending shocks to my core. I was drowning in pleasure, each thrust an affirmation of my slutty existence.They pounded me into submission, cumming in my mouth, my pussy, and all over my body. I was a mess—drenched in sweat and cum, yet craving for more.That night, I became the gangbang queen, and the memory still makes me wet. There’s nothing like being at the mercy of a group of horny guys, their primal instincts taking over.

It’s a fantasy fulfilled—an erotic tale I’ll recount forever, remembering the gangbang that left me breathless and begging for more.

The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative

 

As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.

I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.

My Bondage Addiction: The Master’s Revenge

Hardcore bondage

So, my master had been watching my every move, and boy, did I fuck up. Big time. A lesson was in order, and I was eager to receive it.He began with the ties, binding my wrists and ankles securely. I was at his mercy, a good little sub. He spanked me hard, and the smacks echoed in the room. My ass reddened, he added a gag, and my eyes were covered with a blindfold.I was his toy, and he loved to hear me whine. The anticipation of what was to come left me dripping wet.

He whispered dark promises of vengeance into my ear, and I shuddered in anticipation. The slap of his hands on my ass kept time with my growing moans.But the real fun began when he bent me over. I felt the cold metal of restraints on my wrists, securing me in place. My master wasn’t gentle, and the pain was exquisite.He whipped my exposed back, and I bit down hard on the gag to muffle my screams. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back, and spanked my ass till it was raw.

“You like this, don’t you, slut?” he growled.

I nodded frantically.

He untied my legs, spread them wide, and thrust his hand into my soaking pussy. I was his little cum dumpster, and he made sure I knew it.

Good girls get rewarded; bad girls get punished. I was loving every minute of it!

Dominant Dreams: An Unexpected Adventure

Bondage S&M

         Last night—no, let’s call it what it was: an adventure. An extraordinary, mind-blowing adventure into the world of BDSM.

It started as a normal evening, or so I thought. I was at home, letting my imagination run wild as usual. But this time, something different happened. In walked Michael, my long-time dominant and secret lover. He had a gleam in his eye that signaled this night would be special.

He strode towards me, his confident posture sending shivers down my spine. Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. But this time, something was different. He had a mischievous smile, like he’d been planning something naughty.

Michael slowly undressed me, his touches sending electric shocks through my body. But tonight, he had a surprise in store. He pulled out a roll of rope and began tying my hands together. The sight of me, helpless and at his mercy, only seemed to excite him more.

He whispered dirty nothings in my ear, telling me how much he’d craved this moment. I was putty in his hands, ready to submit to whatever he desired. And boy, did he have some desires!

He spanked me, chastising me for being such a naughty girl. The sharp smacks echoed in the room, each one sending pleasure pulses through my core. But that wasn’t all. Michael had more tricks up his sleeve.

He brought out the big guns—a crop and some silky scarves. He blindfolded me, the soft fabric soothing my eyes, before using the crop to tease and tantalize my body. Each snap of the crop sent a jolt of excitement to my soaking wet cunt.

Then, he entered me, and the world melted away. I felt possessed, owned, and damn, it was good. Michael’s dominance took me to places I’d only dreamed of. And when we finished, I knew I’d found a new high I’d crave forever.

This was our little secret, a sinfully delicious adventure into the extreme edges of pleasure.

Rosalie, your confessions are mine.

Prostate Play & Bukkake: My Kinky Phone Sex Tale

 

Prostate milking

Prostate milking? Hell yeah, I’m your girl. Lube, toys, and kinky fun—that’s what I live for. And phone sex? Even better.

I get off on being told what to do, plain and simple. Master, dominate me, tie me up, and strap me down. I’m yours to use as you please—a sexual punching bag, if you will.

Picture this: me, spread eagle, with your cock stretching my pussy wide. My hands are helpless, bound above my head, as you ravage my body. Spanks across my ass only make it better. Hard and rough is how I like it.

But the real kink starts when you milk that prostate. I’m down on my knees, sucking your cock while you’re deep inside my ass. I’ve got a vibrator buzzing against my clit, and my body’s going wild. Cum runs down my chin as you force me to orgasm after orgasm. My ass is on fire, in the best way possible.

Then comes the bukkake show. I’m on my knees, taking your load like a champion. But it doesn’t end there. I’m milking your cock with my fingers, ensuring not a drop goes to waste. Cum drips down my face, and I’m loving the sticky mess.

It’s a kinky circle of pleasure—me pleasing you, you using my body, and then switching roles. I’m in charge of making you cum, milking you dry with my mouth and fingers. That’s the ultimate turn-on.

So, if you want a phone sex session that’ll leave you dripping, look no further. I’m your kinky cum bucket, ready to be used.

Extremely Bound: A Kinky Tale of Bondage Bliss

Let’s dive into a world of complete and utter submission—a world of extreme bondage. Are you ready for this erotic adventure? Buckle up!

I’m talking about ropes, chains, and all sorts of yummy restraints. Mmm, gets me wet just thinking about it!

So, imagine me, all dolled up in the hottest latex number, looking like a complete badass. My date for the night? A mysterious stranger with a fetish for control. Oh, boy!

They blindfold me, adding an element of suspense—I have no idea what’s coming next, and that my friends, is the main course!

The feeling of being tied up, vulnerable, yet empowered, courses through my veins. My captor teases me, running icy fingers down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Their skilled hands explore my body, tying me up in complex knots of ecstasy.

My senses are heightened, every touch, a lightning bolt of pleasure. I’m their plaything, moaning, struggling—a delicious combination. The crowd roars in approval, encouraging my master to push me further.

And just when I think I can’t take anymore, they unleash a mind-blowing orgasm that makes me see stars. The pleasure’s so intense, I pass out—a smile permanently etched on my face.

Wake up, feeling refreshed, yet hungry for more. That, my friends, is the beauty of extreme bondage!

The Submissive Slut: My Dirty Desire

I’m your little slut, aren’t I? Let me remind you just how much of a slut I can be. It’s like my entire body is yearning for your control, your every desire becomes mine. I live to serve you, Daddy.

I love being your good girl, taking direction from you. When you tell me what to do, it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m wet even thinking about being on my knees for you, waiting for your every command. Biting my lip as you tell me how you’re gonna fuck me.

I want to feel dominated, owned by your every touch. Grab my hair and push me down on your cock, I won’t resist. Thrust into me roughly, show me what a real man does. I love it when you take charge, order me around, and remind me how powerless I am against your will.

But you also know how to tease, don’t you? Keep me begging for more, pleading for your touch. I’m your little plaything, and the thought of being at your mercy gets me so damn wet. Licking your fingers as you snap them in front of my face, reminding me who’s in control.

You own my body, and I fucking love it. Make me your sex slave for the night, leave me soaked and breathless. I want nothing more than to be your submissive slut, taking whatever you can give. And trust me, I can take it all.

My Submission Fantasy: A Tale of Bondage and Submission

As I lay spread-eagled across the cold wooden floorboards of my bedroom in submission position – hands cuffed behind my back by tight ropes – I allow myself to succumb entirely into my submission fantasy.
In my mind’s eye I see him approach me slowly.
He looks at me hungrily – his eyes scanning my naked body from head to toe.
He takes his time examining every curve until he finally speaks:
“Well… What do we have here?”
A shiver runs down my spine at his dominating presence as he looms over me.
“A little submissive whore begging for attention,” he growls softly.
He reaches into his pocket for what seems like an eternity before pulling out a leather strap
“Now listen closely,” he says menacingly while circling me slowly.
“I own every inch of this body – every single drop of blood coursing through these veins.
My heart races eagerly at his commanding words.
Without warning he cracks the strap against my skin.
I cry out at each sharp sting – feeling myself getting wetter by each strike.
He continues unrelentingly until my skin glistens with
His dominance sends spine-tingling shivers through me – filling me up.