Bondage phone sex whore is my screen name on a few fetish sites. I pick up men all the time on FetLife. When I agreed to meet Omar, I thought he was going to be an older man. He described himself as a hot older man; dominant and into women with big breasts. When I met him at this no tell motel off the highway, I was shocked to see a teen boy. My son was older than him. He used his daddy’s info. I guess daddy has a dark kinky fetish life that has rubbed off on junior. He didn’t look old enough to drive. I was right. The little shit took an Uber to the hotel. I thought to myself, what could be the harm. He wasn’t going to tell anyone, and I wasn’t either. It would build his skills. Get his dick wet being a dominant guy. Every master must start somewhere, right? I checked out the bag he brought. Apparently, it must belong to daddy. It was quite the fetish bag of tricks. Junior had no clue how to use any of the equipment, so I showed him. In that bag were handcuffs, restraints, a spreader bar, a ball gag, a ponytail dildo, bondage rope and various items to spank and whip a girl with. I was his submissive whore tutor. He enjoyed using daddy’s BDSM equipment on him. He had a nice fat cock too, especially for his age. He couldn’t stand it any longer after I crawled around on the floor with a ponytail out my ass and a ball gag in my mouth. He pulled the dildo out of my ass and replaced it with his young virgin dick. He didn’t last long in my ass, but he did pound me hard while pulling my hair and calling me names for about 4 minutes. Wasn’t exactly the bondage experience I was expecting, but helping a young boy learn about BDSM games was hotter than I thought it would be.
Category: Milf phone sex
Dumb Bitch To Fuck
Every once in a while Master brings me home a little treat. Today he brought me home a cute dumb slut to have my way with. She was pretty fucked up master had to walk her thru the door. I know master slipped some of his powders into her drink when she was not looking. I can tell by her glazed eyes, slurred speech, and her inability to walk thru the door on her own. Master tied her up to a post he has in the basement and he took a knife to her clothes cutting them off of her. She was smiling and drooling and she had not a fucking clue what was about to happen to her slutty ass. Master says she was flirting with all the guys being a real ho bag getting free drinks from everyone. But she wasn’t giving anything up for her free drinks. She was being a total tease and master hates bitches that tease. And that is why he brought her back to the house she needs to be taught a lesson in being a good slut.
Extreme Fetish Phone Sex
He had an extreme fetish phone sex fetish he wanted to explore with me. Until last night, he had only explored his fetish with phone whores like me. I wanted to impress him, so I told him I would be his test dummy. I was a dummy because I never asked what his fetish was and that was a big mistake. I figured whatever it was, I likely had done it before as a submissive bitch to many men. I was wrong. He wanted to fuck my urethra. He called it my fourth mommy fuck hole. Master never considered my pee hole a place for his cock. No other man had either, so this submissive whore was about to get the pain of a lifetime. He was a kinky man too. Before he fucked my pee hole, he squirted Ben-Gay into that tiny opening. It felt like I was pissing out glass. It burned badly. I was fighting back the tears and he had not even fucked the tiniest hole on my body yet. When he pulled out his cock, I almost fainted because he had a fat cock too. How the hell was that going in that hole, I wondered? I started to have second thoughts. I went to leave, but he grabbed me and tied me down spread eagle. He had this sound device thing he said was for my fourth fuck hole. He was planning on taking my pee hole regardless of what I had to say. He shoved this metal device down my urethra first and I screamed bloody murder, but that was nothing compared to his fat cock down that same tiny hole. As he was fucking me, I could feel the blood and piss filling up my bladder. He pissed down my pee hole making it burn even more. It was sheer torture. I know I am a submissive sex whore, but I will never agree to that again.
Wicked Games
Master and I were playing one of our wicked little game we love to play. I was the naughty slutty stewardess who seduces him and makes him be a naughty boy and fuck around on his wife. We pretend he is married and as the stewardess, I come over and lure him away from his wife with some lame excuse to meet me in the back. He follows me to the back where I push him into the bathroom and I lock the door behind us. I tease him with my tongue along his sweet tasting shaft and then say no when he tries to go further until he is so fucking rock hard he can’t stand it and he takes me right there banging me hard right there in the bathroom with his wife still sitting in the seat waiting for him to return.
Submissive Slut 24/7
He knew I was a submissive slut with one look. Guys just know. They do. I make eye contact, them my eyes drop because I am afraid. Afraid he will own me, afraid he won’t own me. I know that is contradictory, but what I want often gets me in trouble and I am rational enough to know that, but powerless to stop it. I wasn’t at a fetish club. It was 80s night at a local club. I went with some girlfriends. It was not supposed to be a submissive night. I was just having fun with my friends. But when you are a submissive whore, you can’t put your lifestyle on hold. He signaled me too him and I couldn’t resist. He had beautiful mistake written all over his face. I knew he was trouble, but I like bad boys. We danced for about 20 minutes, before he took me into the men’s room. There is only one reason a woman goes into a public men’s restroom. I went willingly. I might as well have been wearing a t-shirt that said, “Down to Fuck.” No woman gets treated well in a men’s room either. I was on all fours in a dirty bathroom. There was piss and water and bits of toilet paper sticking to my knees as I got sodomized in a stall. He tried to flush my face in the toilet, but I resisted. I didn’t want to go back to my friends looking like my head had been flushed in the toilet. I was trying to save face, but a subby bitch has no face to save. He made it clear that what I wanted didn’t matter. I knew it all along. I submitted to the humiliation he wanted to inflict on me. I went back to my friends smelling like a toilet with cum running out of my ass down my legs. They just gave me the face palm and acted like they didn’t know me. That is why I rarely go out with friends. They are ashamed of me.
Fuck you bitch you’re not my boss your husband is
Mrs. McCartney is a fucking bitch, and she walks around her house like she’s better than everyone. This fucking whore dares to tell me I don’t clean her house thoroughly enough. I listen to the old bat because I need my job And I don’t want to get fired. Her husband, Mr. McCartney is my boss, and I do extra favors for him to make sure I don’t have to deal with her entirely. I’ve been planning for at least seven months now to get Mrs. McCartney out of the picture and be the replacement wife. I thought I was happy being the mistress but I cannot stand the way that woman walks around pretending she’s better than me. If Mrs. McCartney, the fucking stink pussy whore only knew that her husband was fucking me, eating my pussy and eating my ass out like a fucking porn star she would die. What would that old bitch do if she knew that I was better than she could ever be in bed and everywhere else? I look at her sometimes and laugh. I say to myself you are a fucking lucky good-for-nothing bitch. I want to slap her face but like I said I need this job. I usually go into Mr. McCartney’s home office and give him blowjobs. He cums down my throat and turns me into a cum guzzling cum dumpster skank. I like to wear little tiny skirts and little bitty bikini panties. When I get all dressed up it makes Mrs. McCartney so upset she gets so fucking jealous. I don’t care though I’m glad I make that bitch have a bad day I would do it for free if I could. Whenever Mrs. McCartney’s husband’s cock is in my mouth, he tells me she’s a whore. He Twirls his dick head around my lips while I look into his eyes which makes him so fucking horny. Sometimes we even fuck while she’s upstairs he puts his hands over my mouth to keep me from screaming And then he pounds my cunt hard. I am such a slut for Mr. McCartney, and soon we’re going to have his bitch of a wife cleaning my cunt cream off of her sheets. I can’t wait.