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The Submissive Cum Slut’s Wet Dream: A Cock Worship Guide

Submissive slut

Listen up, you horny bastards, ’cause I’ve got something to confess. I’m a cum slut, through and through. And I’m here to tell you exactly what I want—a nonstop supply of warm, gooey cum.

Your cock is my personal cum pump, and I’ll milk it dry. Balls deep in my throat, I’ll worship that meaty shaft with my tongue. I won’t stop sucker until I feel the sweet release of cum coating my tonsils. That’s when the real fun begins.

You see, I’ve got this insatiable craving for cum-filled holes. Stuff that warm jizz in my cunt and asshole, and watch me moan in delight. A cum-lubed fuck session is my idea of heaven—the stickier, the better.

But this cum slut  won’t stop there. Oh no, I’ve got a thing for balls too. I’ll lick ’em, kiss ’em, and blow warm air on ’em till they’re nice and swelled. And you know what really gets me going? Big, fat mushroom heads. I’ll swirl that bad boy around in my mouth like a lollipop, enjoying every goddamn inch.

Deep throating’s my forte, and I crave the sensation of being balls-deep in cock. Choke me with that big dick, grab my hair, and fuck my face. I love the pain and pleasure intertwined—the feeling of almost suffocating on your meaty member.

And when you’re ready to blow, cover my tits with your load. Cum all over these bad boys, and watch me massage your sticky jizz into my cleavage. Hell, I might even freeze it and use it as a personal cum lollipop—delicious!

So, cocksuckers, remember—I’m the cum slut you’ve been searching for. Worship my cock-crazed mouth, and together, we’ll reach heights of ecstasy unmatched.

Give me that dick—I need my fix!

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Sexy Bondage Bliss: A Slave’s Sensual Paradise

Sexy bondage

Being tied up’s a fuckin’ rush—spread eagle, pussy on full display, at the mercy of another. That’s me, baby—your humble servant, pussy aching for release. I live for this shit—the unknown, the anticipation, it’s a motherfuckin’ thrill.

My pussy lips are stretched taunt, and your tease game’s on point. That whip handle’s like a cock, teasin’ my drippin’ cunt. Will it fuck me or crack me wide open? The suspense is killin’ me, but I love every fuckin’ second.

WHACK! There it is—the whip bites my pussy, and the pain’s so fuckin’ good mixed with the pleasure. You keep it comin’, and my cunt’s on fire. I can’t help but squeal in delight, and then—boom—I’m cumming hard.

That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Submitting to your will, the unknown pleasure, it’s my fuckin’ religion. And when you let me cum, it’s like the gods have answered my prayers. I’m yours, body and soul, and damn am I grateful for this sweet relief.

So keep ’em comin’, you fuckin’ sadist. This slave’s hungry for more, and that pussy’s thirsty for some rough, kinky love. Bring it the fuck on—I can take it! ????????????

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!