It is tough being a submissive phone sex whore sometimes. I try my best to listen to my master and be a good slave, but I like to fuck. Master is older and married. I don’t get pounded as often as I want. I am in my sexual prime. My hormones are off the chart. The longer I go without cock, the more I need cock. I have been following the orders of a phone master when I can. I am off my paralegal job for a few weeks for the holidays, so that means I am not under master’s watchful eye 24 /7. I went shopping yesterday. Per my instructions, I wore no bra or panties. I enjoyed the attention so much, I decided to go to a club the same way. There was only valet parking, so I made sure when I got out of the car that I gave a boob and pussy shot to the hot young valet. My cunt was wet. I was being such a naughty submissive whore. I know it is not about my pleasure. It is Christmas time, however, and I wanted a gift for me. No one was giving me much attention in the club. I was on old whore among young coeds. No competition. I had a few drinks, then went to see what the valet guy was up too. Lucky me, he had MILF fever. He got my car and I got his cock. He was a 19-year-old black boy with a big cock. He fucked me like he hated me. He may have hated me, but he fucked me rough like I needed. His cock slammed in and out of my ass in the back seat of my car. I have not been fucked in a car in ages. I know I was doing something master would punish me for. Maybe I need more slave training.
Category: Sexy phone chat
Submissive Whore for a High School Jock
The life of a submissive whore is interesting. Sometimes what one man tells me to do is in opposition to what another man tells me. I just try to please all the men in my life. I have a full-time Master and he has ultimate control over me because he pays my bills and insurance. He is married and older, so he doesn’t have eyes on me 24 / 7. That makes it easier for me than many slaves to do things like get a hardcore fucking from my daughter’s boyfriend. My son and daughter hate me. My daughter thinks I am pathetic. She is a popular high school girl. High school boys and grown men fall at her feet. She is the opposite of me. She plays the field. She has a high school football player boyfriend for appearances and many sugar daddies decades older than her behind the scenes. Her hot teen boyfriend showed up over the weekend and she was not home. She was out shopping with a sugar daddy. That left me and her teen boyfriend alone. He had heard about me. Nothing good of course. There I was, cock teasing my daughter’s teen boyfriend in a white t-shirt with no bra and booty shorts. I was baiting him, and it worked. I know. I need slave training. Master would be unhappy. My daughter would be lived. I let a high school jock rough me up. He saw me as nothing but the whore mommy of his girlfriend. He treated me like a trailer park whore. He smacked my face as he called me a whore. He pushed me down on the floor and mounted me like an animal in heat. He wouldn’t fuck my cunt though. He said I didn’t deserve pleasure. He gave me a hardcore ass fucking while his hands gripped my throat. Joke was on him because I love rough ass sex.
Sexy phone chat
I had such a wild and freaky Thanksgiving weekend. I spent it on a sexy phone chat with a very hot friend named James. We had lots of coke and a sexy little tranny hooker to abuse and treat like shit. I was so much fun watching porn as James put that tranny bitch on her knees and pissed down her throat! That was after we made her lick his ass and drive him crazy with her nasty whore mouth. Once he had glazed her disgusting face with his hot jizz, he pissed on her to wash it all away! The whole time he was abusing this piece of shit hooker, I was telling her was a nasty slut she was and encouraging James to piss all over her. Eventually, we invited a young stud over that I know. He had never tried coke before so we made him do a line off of James’ asshole and then lick up ever speck of blow left behind. That got him super charged to play with me and James all night long! We had so much fun and I can’t wait for the next time I can spend the weekend playing with my special friend.
Submissive Phone Sex: I Do What I am Told
Submissive phone sex means I do what you tell me, even on the phone. I have many a phone master, only one real master. I try to please them all. Sometimes, what a phone master wants goes against what my real master wants, but I risk it. My Friday late night master enjoys me masturbating and exposing myself. My real master punishes me for such things. But guess what? I had an entire week at home. My real master is out of town, so I have been left to my own devices. I have been naked around the house as much as I can to please him. I have been playing with my cunt too. Masturbation is forbidden by my full-time master, but my phone master encourages it, even loves it. I tried to masturbate in front of my son, but he called me pathetic. He said I was just a desperate submissive whore needing attention. He walked away from me laughing. My son and daughter hate me. I keep trying, but they see me as desperate and pathetic. Yesterday, I had a stroke of luck. Not with my son, however. My Internet went out. I need high-speed Internet to work my phone submissive job. I called my provider and they dispatched a technician. I greeted him in just a robe. I had to make sure he fixed my Internet and didn’t run screaming from my place. He was handsome and flirty. Once I knew he was flirting with me, I felt better about exposing myself. He was younger than me, but that didn’t matter to either of us. I told him I was his to use and he did just that. He bent me over the couch and fucked my asshole. Been a long time since I have been fucked. Master would be so mad if he found out. Please, don’t tell him.
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“I promise this won’t hurt at all.” He sounded like he was lying through his teeth, and I laughed nervously saying “of course not.” He continued, “This is how I want it to go, you’re a stupid slut walking alone at night, clueless to the fact that you’re being followed. You’re dressed like a fucking whore and I come up behind you so quickly, dragging you into the dark.” His breath was getting quicker as he went on with his deepest and darkest desires. “I just need a dumb whore like you for some Submissive sex.” He slammed my face into the concrete, kicking me over and over. He drags me over to the toilet and shoved my head under, making me drown before pulling me up at the last minute. I am crying as he shoves his cock into my ass, then he pushes my head back under the water. I pass out this time and when I wake up he’s got me in the bedroom a gag in my mouth, and my hands bound. He’s got himself mounted on me, fucking me hard as he can. He’s degrading me, as he pulls out a short rope and wrapped it around my neck. I start to choke, I am screaming through my gag and he’s telling me that it’s time to die, bitch, telling me to shut the fuck up. That’s the last thing I remember.
BDSM phone sex
“Say it louder bitch” I gagged some more on his cock as I said it again “I’m nothing but a BDSM phone sex whore.” I whimpered some more as he went in hard, grabbing my face and fucking my mouth and throat as I dry heave on his huge cock. “That’s right you fucking whore” he spits on me and slaps me across my face, making my eyes water more and more. “You’re only here on this earth to be used, you’re only here to master discipline, submit to dominance with nothing but unquestioned submission. Like it or not you fucking stupid damn whore. You must submit to all sadomasochism, forced to submit to psychological tendency based on purely sadism and masochism.” He was really going into to making sure I understood my purpose in life perfectly well, and it was crystal clear to me as he bent me over, shoving his cock into my ass raw, and his hand in my mouth to gag me at the same time. “Scream bitch, I wanna fucking hear you scream” And as usual, I did as I was told.
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I wake up confused, my whole body is aching and hurting relentlessly. I realize that I am tied upbound on the bed in a position ideal for fucking all of my holes. I feel my head pounding and can now feel my holes are full of cum. I feel the bruises on my face, my whole body has blood on it and I start to panic thrusting my body against the ropes and chains holding me into place. That’s when I hear the footsteps approaching, and I know I should be scared. What’s going on? How did I get here? Did they drug me? A few men walk up to me, their cocks are already hard and the one who is in charge says “Good you’re awake it’s time to see how much we can get you to beg and scream you fucking whore” I start to open my mouth to protest but instead he pushes his cock all the way down my throat. He grabs my throat, choking me with his hands and cock at the same time. I am trying everything to move and wiggle around but it’s useless. He does this till I start to blackout before he stops, and I start gasping for breath. The others start their torture, pulling my nipples hard, slapping me, and forcing a cock in every hole. I feel like a sex slave, and I guess I am because who knows if I will ever get out of this. Once they all fuck me raw, they line up and one by one cum all over my face. When they finished with me, they tied me up like a pig about to be roasted. I was humiliated and stuck there like that till the next time they needed to use me.
Hot Day at the Beach
The day I met Jack, I was sunning myself at an isolated beach. I was completely naked, as I had never seen anyone else venture to visit my lovely secret location. I was on my back and suddenly, a shadow was cooling my skin. Opening my eyes to see if it had become cloudy, I saw him.
I could not see his face. But, I could see that he was also naked. He said, “Hey. What are you doing on my beach?” I said, “Hey. I think it’s my beach.”
He stood above me, moving his legs to either side of me. He went down on his knees, and I felt his clearly hardening cock brush along my stomach. His movements were so fluid, they seemed almost dreamy and, for some reason, I was not alarmed.
He told me not to move. I obeyed.
He told me not to speak. I obeyed.
He ran his fingers all around my breasts, and then pinched my tingling, rock hard nipples. A moan escaped my mouth and he said, “Hush.”
He slid his body back, guiding his lovely cock into my already wet pussy.
He slammed it in deep and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. It only took a few slams before I felt his hot come begin to flow. He pulled his dick out and climbed up to my shoulders, saying, “Lick me clean.” I obeyed.
Then he stood up and walked away without a word.
He wore a large tattoo on his shoulders that said,
“Captain Jack.”
I don’t know if that’s his name but that’s what I’m calling him.
I sure hope I see him again.