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Erotic BDSM Stories Donatella Lets You Take the Lead Tonight

Erotic BDSM StoriesTonight, I’m all yours, completely at your mercy. The silk of my lingerie clings to my curves, teasing every inch of my body, while I kneel at your feet, waiting for your command. My pulse races just thinking about how good it feels to surrender, to give you full control, and I shiver with anticipation under your gaze.

I’ve read so many Erotic BDSM Stories, but nothing compares to the thrill of feeling your hands on me, guiding me, testing me. You’ll discover exactly how obedient I can be, how desperate I am to please you, and how far I’ll go to earn your approval. Every whisper, every flick of the wrist, every gentle tug of the restraints excites me beyond words. I’m trembling just imagining your eyes tracing the lines of my body as I follow your instructions without hesitation.

My hands rest softly in my lap, but I’m ready to obey instantly. If you tell me to crawl, I’ll crawl. If you tell me to kneel, I’ll sink to the floor, eager for your touch. There’s nothing I crave more than the sound of your voice telling me what to do, the authority in your tone making me melt with every order. I live to serve, to submit, and tonight, I’m offering myself completely, no holds barred.

You’ll love the way I respond to the smallest gestures, how I arch my back to entice you, how I let out soft, eager moans when you give me attention. I want to feel your power and strength, your hands exploring me as I surrender willingly. Every inch of me is ready for your pleasure, and I’ll do everything I can to ensure you’re satisfied. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body trembling with excitement at the thought of being commanded by someone as dominant and handsome as you.

I’m dressed for you, but it’s not just my lingerie that’s yours… it’s my mind, my body, my devotion. I ache to be tested, to be pushed to my limits, to feel the delicious sting of discipline mingled with pleasure. Your satisfaction is my obsession, and I’ll eagerly comply with every order, every whim, every desire.

Tonight, you take the lead, and I am your willing, submissive muse. I exist to obey, to entice, and to surrender. Let your imagination run wild… I’m ready for anything, eager to prove how much I adore being under your control. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered “Yes, Master” is proof that I am yours entirely, and tonight, I’ll show you just how intoxicating my submission can be. 

 

My tight wet tootsie craves stranger danger, cum along for a ride

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Since i crave such punishment for validation I’ll do anything for my desires and craves. It started when I was a little young whore, no parents around I had to use my tight little pussy to survive. Finding the worst or the worst men to trample and brutally beat me just to feel wanted and loved. I’m hooked, just like your hook on taking your anger and rage on hot snacks like myself. It’s just too easy to do with me boo, so make me beg….

Bondage and submission give me life, let me empty out your balls as you give me your all. 

I’m sucker for the evil fuckers. The one’s on the side of road at night, stalking bars and clubs for chicks like me walking out all alone so they can catch us, gag us, take us to take all their rape fantasies out on till the break of dawn. This shit turns me on unlike my slutty friends. They have to live in fear when I’m searching for it. “We’re so scared Isla, we’re gonna go home” they say as I stand on the street corner for that danger to cum my way. Rest assured, this is what I want and if I need to initiate to get fucked up, I’m down for that too.

Submissive whore never catches a break

I didn’t take long for the stranger to pull up, handsome as hell with a nasty plan. Black car with tinted window, sippin on a bottle of whisky with a cig hanging out the window. My perfect type! I gave him a wink and he opened his door. Once in his trap my pussy started to moist up, soiling my panties as he gave me that danger glare, his eyes moving up and down me. He knew I was his perfect victim and he was my perfect sick fuck.

He turns the car on the side road, “you need a ride home?” “yeah honey, it’s cold, would you mind?”. Turning on Johnny Cash he takes another swig then before I could even get a puff of his smoke I was in the back seat with my panties around my feet, gagged and tied. Drugged so quick, this mother fucker got this bitch impressed as shit!

I’m a baddie bondage whore, hit me once and I’ll beg for more!

He tore every piece of clothing off me as he was balls deep, smashing my cookie raw. No lube only spit, this piece of shit just wanted one thing. “Is that all you got?” He suddenly stops, smacks me across my face almost putting me out. I’m thrusting and pushing against his massive girthy groin. Big guy with big beard, you can tell he hasn’t been fucked in years implodes inside me, then pushing me out onto the street.

This is my perfect kinda night. My lady friends have no idea how fucking hot it is, the sexual rush and moments of fear. Nothing cums close!!

MILF Phone Sex Slaves Service Those Young Dominant Men Too

milf phone sexAlthough I am submissive, I’m also a MILF phone sex slut. And that means I enjoy taking care of younger men too. The funny thing is that when I was younger, I gravitated to older men because of my daddy issues. But now that I’m in my mid-40s, I feel like younger men can satisfy me better. Perhaps that stems from the fact that my master is 25 years my senior, so his dick does not work like a young stud’s dick anymore.

Even though the young men that belong to my master’s BDSM club seem downright misogynistic, I still enjoy their company. For one, taking care of these younger masters in training pleases my master. And secondly, I get to be around cocks that become erect when I simply gaze at them. Master needs a blue pill to get erect. Or like last night, he just needs to watch his prized pony in action.

The reason I do not work most Friday nights on my submissive phone sex line is because master calls me to the club to take care of young bucks. The world does not seem to be short dominant men. However, there does appear to be a short supply of women willing to be submissive slaves like me. So, master lets them hone their craft on his slave. Originally, I hated it but now I love it, even if I do find them to be extremely rough sometimes.

Friday Nights Master Lets His Young Proteges Use Me

Last night did not seem too bad though because master watched. I did not go into a private room with any of those guys. So, they minded their manners. Well, sort of. They did fuck me hard in front of master as he masturbated. I think he lives vicariously through these men in their 20s. Men that age can gang bang a whore all night long. And they never need Viagra to accomplish the task.

I don’t mind being a gangbang phone sex whore, especially not while master watches. I could see his cock getting hard watching men half my age tag me and double penetrate me too. Most of the night I found myself on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. And I usually need to clean those cocks after they nut inside of me. But I don’t mind the way I taste. I don’t even mind my own ass taste. Not anymore.

I’m sore as fuck today but I found it all worth it. About 20 boys nutted inside me nice and deep while my master’s old dick got hard again. Master got some sloppy seconds last night. But first I pushed the cum out of my cunt and ass and licked it off the floor. Then I begged master to fuck me like the whore I am. Just a typical Friday night for a submissive slave.

Sexy Phone Sex Donatella Whispers Everything You Really Want

Sexy Phone SexI love when he comes over and I get to be completely his. Tonight I’m sitting on his lap, pressed close, feeling the heat between us build instantly. Sexy Phone Sex has always been our little game, teasing each other over the phone, but nothing beats feeling him here, hard and needy beneath me, while I whisper everything I know he wants to hear. My lips are right by his ear, my breath hot, my tongue flicking over the sensitive skin there, and I can tell he’s already losing control.

I tell him exactly how much I’ve been thinking about him today, how wet I am for him, how every inch of me aches to be used by him. My hands roam over his chest and shoulders, sliding down slowly to his thighs, teasing him just enough to make him groan. I grind slightly, letting my body brush against him, my whispers getting filthier as I let my voice drip with everything he’s been imagining all day. “You like the wetness of my pussy Master?” I moan while he’s fingering my tight cunt. “Fuck yea, open it wider you fucking slut” He says aggressively, as I immediately does what he orders. I can hear him moaning, and it makes me bolder, more desperate to make him lose himself in me.

He grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I let my hands wander lower, pressing into him, teasing and tasting the control he has over me. I whisper about all the things I want to do for him, letting him hear just how much I love being dirty for him, how much I live to make him shiver under my touch. I feel him tremble beneath me, and it’s everything I could have imagined and more.

I press closer, letting my lips trail down his neck, whispering naughty little promises, letting my hands tease him and my body push him to the edge. Every whisper, every sigh, every wet little moan I can’t help letting out makes him harder, more desperate, and it turns me on like nothing else. I can feel his need pressing into me, and it makes me greedier, wetter, louder, until I’m moaning right into his ear about how much I want him, how much I’m his little slut tonight.

By the time I let my juicy lips linger against his skin one last time, whispering every filthy fantasy he loves to hear, I’m trembling, my body soaked with need, and he’s trembling too, completely lost. I’m dripping, desperate, aching, and ready to show him just how much I love sucking the cum out of his cock.

Submissive Whore Jacqueline Lives For Cock

Submissive whore is a name badge I wear proudly! Oh, I love being a whore and submissive to men so it makes sense. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of kneeling before a big, dominant man and worshiping his cock. It makes me feel so small and insignificant in the best possible way. When he tells me to open my mouth wide for his dick, I do it without hesitation, eager to please him in any way I can.

Submissive To Cock In Holes

I love the taste of cum on my tongue and the satisfaction that comes from knowing I’ve made him happy by taking his huge cock deep down my throat. Sometimes he’ll even let me suck on his balls while he fucks my face – it’s such an intense rush! And when he finally cums all over my face or tits or wherever else he wants it, there’s no greater sense of accomplishment than seeing how much pleasure you’ve brought your big daddy with your filthy little whore mouth.

Of course, sometimes being a submissive whore can be hard work – especially when dealing with demanding clients who want their money’s worth out of you – but at the end of the day (or rather night), knowing that you got off on pleasing them makes every sore muscle worth it tenfold. So here’s to many more nights spent as a dirty little slut serving up pussy and ass for her big daddies!

As I kneel before you, my big daddy, your cock standing tall and proud between us, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of submission and desire. My eyes are fixed on your crotch, eagerly anticipating the moment when you’ll finally tell me what to do with that magnificent piece of meat.

When you give me the command to open wide for your cock, my mouth falls agape in obedience. The head of your dick brushes against my tongue as it slowly makes its way inside my eager throat. I gag slightly around it at first but quickly learn how to take more and more of you down my gullet until every inch is buried deep within me.

The sensation is unlike anything else – both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But there’s no denying that this is where I belongon my knees with a hard cock stuffed down my throat while serving as nothing more than a living sex toy for someone like yourself who knows exactly how much power they hold over their little whore slut like myself..


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Getting tagged teamed at the ball game

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I love going to ball games. Watching all those hot men running the basketball court scoring points at every shot. Much like when your deep down in my pussy unloading you massive spunk. I was so excited, wearing my favorite jersey. Cute tight and short basketball shorts with my knee high socks. My long blond hair looking perfect, ready to take on anything if given the god damn chance.

I love me bad boys especially the one that throw balls. I know they can toss my tiny tootsie the same way. I love getting used, abused and violated for my cute tight cuntie and little body. I don’t like the good boys, I prefer the bad. As the game went on I moved closer to the locker room, following the smell of sweat, making my moist pussy extremely wet. I followed the bad boys, ready, doing anything I could to get rammed. And if their losing the game, what better way to take it out on me.

Bondage, tied down and abused. I’ll take the pain with the pleasure…

I snuck myself into that steamy locker room and waited for the perfect moment to pop out. Stalking all the juicy sweaty cock walking in and out. “Hey your not supposed to be here honey”, one naked hot player yells, standing tall with a meaty muscle mass over 13 inches dripping wet from the showers. I instantly wanted to wrap myself around that shaft until he grabbed me and tied me to the shower. “Your gonna have to pay for this nasty trespassing cunt”.

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Gangbang bitch, the more cock the tastier!

He rips my top of clamping his mouth to my tits as he rips my shorts off. Water running down me, drenching my whole body. Shoving his girthy fat dick deep inside me, more men cum pouring in. I lost count, all I could see were my insides getting torn out. Bloody cum drops filling me up. Dripping down my legs and down to the wet shower floor. I fucked the whole team. One by one as they played their game. Giving them a chance to unload before they run out and score some more points. I’ll fucking do anything and everything to be a slave for the trade. Gentle scares me more than danger.

I fucked the whole god damn team. Each player came and took their filthy rage out on me while I hang there so vulnerable yet turned the hell on. My tight muffy ripped apart, nuJerking and swirling as every damn hole was full. Busting nuts bringing in a big win for the team!

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Even My Son Has for Me

rape phone sex fantasiesI think most men harbor rape phone sex fantasies even for their own mother. Although my master kept me busy for the holidays, he gave me a few days off to spend with my son and daughter. Honestly, I didn’t know if either of them even wanted to spend time with me. Neither of my offspring lives at home anymore. My son never went to college. However, my daughter did and she graduated last year. I experienced some tumultuous years with my son and daughter because they didn’t always appreciate the sacrifices, I made to give them a better life than they were born into.

My daughter and I get along better than me and my son. He just blames me for everything. But he made poor choices in life and that’s why he’s in the situation he’s in, but I let him blame me. I bought them both some Christmas gifts and I cooked all our favorite foods we used to enjoy over the holidays. And we seemed to enjoy a pleasant Christmas. My daughter brought her new boyfriend for me to meet. However, my son blames me for not having a girlfriend. But he moved out three years ago.

After the holidays, my son paid me another visit. I do not see him much, so I felt excited. Maybe this served as a new chapter in our book. But my son just needed an outlet for all his rage. And his submissive whore mother served as his outlet. In the past, he enjoyed tying me up and leaving me. Of course, over the years, he fucked me too. But we never really experienced a traditional mother sudden relationship. He occasionally force fucks me roughly just to take his anger out. And I let him.

This Mommy Sub Lets Her Son Take Out All His Rage on Me

And last week, he seemed even angrier than normal. He never does anything in front of his sister. I think because he knows she will kick his ass. She’s much tougher than me. And far more dominant. She could never live my lifestyle. But her brother seems like a natural misogynistic master. The same kind of men that fill my master’s BDSM club. With this Christian nationalist movement going on now, more younger men want to keep women barefoot and pregnant at home. Now my son does not want to knock me up. But he does want to use me. He does want to hurt me.

He won’t let me suck his cock. And he prefers to fuck my ass because according to him I am a dirty old whore anyway. And that’s what dirty old whores do. They take cock in the ass. And he pissed in my ass too. He choked me, slapped me and even punched me a few times while he fucked me. Then he spit on me and left. Left me curled up in a ball in pain with his cum leaking out of my ass. But I’m a good submissive sex whore. I let him take out all his rage on me. And I told him thank you and I love you. Would your mom be that good to you?

Submissive Slut Donatella Pleasing Every Thick Cock She Sees

Submissive SlutI can feel my master’s gaze even before he enters the room, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. I sink to my knees, trembling, my hands resting lightly on my thighs, trying to steady the racing of my heart. I whisper to myself, barely audibly, “I’m a submissive slut,” and the words taste like fire on my tongue.

He smiles at me, slow and knowing, and the way he watches me makes me ache to please him. I lower my eyes, my lips parting slightly, desperate for any acknowledgment, any sign that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. My body is already betraying me… quivering, shivering, yearning to obey every subtle command he might give.

Tonight, it’s just him and me. I feel the weight of his attention on my shoulders, the heat of his presence pressing into my skin. My master kneels before me, and I obey immediately, opening my mouth and letting him see the depth of my submission. I savor the feeling of giving myself entirely, of letting him take control without question. Each tiny movement he permits, forcing his fat cock down my throat makes my pussy throb, driving me further into devotion.

I feel small, yet it’s liberating. Being this vulnerable, this exposed, makes every shiver, every gasp, every subtle whimper mean something. I’m his to guide, to tease, to train, and I love it. The anticipation builds with every second, and I can’t help but imagine how far he’ll test my obedience. I know I’ll follow every command, no hesitation, no resistance, because it’s what I want most… to be molded, used, and completely surrendered.

My master moves me, adjusts me, watches my reactions closely. I respond instantly, my body bending to his direction, my lips and hands performing their roles without a single thought beyond his pleasure. My mind is empty, and in that emptiness, I feel whole. I am nothing but an instrument of his will, and yet I’ve never felt more alive.

Hours could pass like this, and I wouldn’t notice. I live for the way he notices every tiny shiver, every whispered breath, every desperate attempt to show him how devoted I am. When he finally steps back, I feel the weight of satisfaction… mine from obedience, his from control. I’m flushed, trembling, spent in the best possible way. And even now, kneeling at his feet, I know that I would do it all again tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after that, always ready to obey, to serve, to please, waiting on my knees begging for his cum.

Bondage Whore Just Wants To Cum

Bondage whore hog tied gagged and waiting for your punishment, I’m dripping wet awaiting your lashes, I see the whip in your hand, my bare bottom yearning for a strike, both of my holes still tight. Bondage whore

What will you do to me first? Spank me on my ass with the whip or shove that massive cock deep inside my tight hole. 

I look forward to our sessions when you take your frustrations out on my body I cum so fucking hard. 

My body is covered in bruises from the last time you punished me, spread my swollen pussy lips wide, cover my pearl with your thick lips, suck me into your mouth, shove your thick fingers in my hole, my juices running down to your wrist. 

A table full of dildos and butt plugs waiting to fill my holes, stretch me out and fill me up, my nectar will be the lube, slip and slide your toys inside, my hips gyrate with pleasure, I fight to stay silent, keep you guessing if I am enjoying this. 

Fuck me Master give me all of your cock, I know I am not supposed to speak but I need to feel your thick rod inside me. Will my request get me fucked or will you beat me?

Bondage and Submission Donatella Craves Control Midnight Now

Bondage and SubmissionThe moment I see the ropes, my pulse quickens, and I can’t help but shiver. Everything about being wrapped tight, restrained, and completely at someone else’s mercy makes my skin come alive. This isn’t fear… it’s craving. I want the surrender, the helplessness, the delicious tension in every bind. Bondage and Submission isn’t just a game to me… it’s a need, a rush, a way to feel every inch of myself while giving control away.

I kneel, waiting, my wrists and ankles already aching from anticipation. The rope bites gently, holding me close, reminding me I belong here, that every tiny move must be guided by their hand. My body arches instinctively as the cord presses just right, holding me, shaping me, claiming me. I’m not shy about it… I love the tightness, the way it forces me to focus only on them, only on my obedience.

“Look at you,” a voice yells above me, sharp and commanding. “Every move perfect, every shiver earned.” I tilt my head, biting my lip, knowing I’ve done nothing yet and already they are in control. I follow instructions instantly, small movements guided by whispered commands, my mind sharpening on the edge of pleasure and discipline. Every shift, every motion is met with approval… or correction, and I crave both.

They circle me, hands never touching, just presence commanding. I imagine them adjusting ropes, tightening knots, or guiding my chest and hips to the perfect position. The anticipation makes me moan quietly, a soft sound I can’t help, and I feel the thrill of being watched so intently, controlled so completely. Each command pulls me further, and I obey willingly, eagerly, desperate to please.

I imagine the night stretching on… my body bound, every inch mapped, every gesture scrutinized and guided. My senses heighten, every touch imagined more intense, every whispered order more intoxicating. I am caught between wanting to move and needing to remain still, craving freedom while loving restraint.

And when they finally say, “Rest, now,” I let myself melt into the ropes, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and utterly devoted. Every tug, every binding, every whispered order confirms it: my body, my mind, my pleasure… they are theirs.

 I crave being choked tightly to where I can barely breathe, with him deeply looking into my soul. I live for this, and at midnight, wrapped and bound, I surrender completely, letting the ropes guide every shiver, every move, every desire…