Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? You need a submissive bitch to help you explore them. Now, I am a willing victim. I know many men do not want them willing. My daughter would never be willing. She thinks she is hot shit because she is 18 and making more money than I am without being submissive. I have made choices in life like being a submissive slave for my offspring. And both my son and daughter have zero respect for me. They have a nice roof over their heads. They have health insurance and college funds. They have nice clothes and all the modern electronics. With my master, they have never wanted for a thing. If I had stayed with their father, we would be on welfare, if we would even be alive. My daughter would have been daddy’s submissive whore too. When I met my master, my son and daughter were not even walking yet. I saved them, but all I get is flack from them both. My daughter is an influencer and a sugar baby. She is a social media whore and a whore for older men, yet she still looks down on me. I have rape fantasies for my daughter. I think she needs to experience something awful and terrifying to appreciate how sweet life has been for her. My master never wanted anything to do with jailbait girls. Now that she is 18 though, he still thinks my daughter is off limits. That is why I need you. I know you do not care how old she is to fuck her. You know that slave training can start at any age for a bitch. I bet you can break her mean streak, make her appreciate me more. I will cooperate with anything you want to do to her. Just promise me you will make it brutal.
Category: Slave training
MILF Phone Sex Submissives Wanted Ravaged by 20 Something Year Old Men
I am a milf phone sex slut who is submissive. My master is older, like all my masters in the past. But I do like younger guys. I cannot admit that to my master, however. He gets jealous and angry. He wants to think he can do everything a young 20 something guy could do to me. He does take medicine that helps him tie knots better than ever, but he has not been able to fuck me like a 20 something in over 20 years. Viagra helps him get hard, but it does nothing to help his stamina and his breathing. He huffs and puffs after 5 mins of fucking. I sometimes worry that he might stroke out fucking me. I am very loyal to master. As much as I want to get on Tinder and find some young buck to fuck the shit out of me I don’t. But this week, some young buck broke into my house and fucked me. The boy came to rob the place. Boy was he in the wrong place. I have nothing of value. That just angered him and he decided I did have something of value. He had more than rape phone sex fantasies. He wanted forced sex with me since I had no cash or jewelry on hand. Luckily, I was home alone. My daughter was sleeping over at a friend’s house and my son has a third shift job. I have been fucked against my will all my life, this was no different. Or was it? I mean I sort of wanted it. He looked like a 20 something guy in great shape. Sure he was high on something, likely Meth, but I did not care. I played the victim though because if I acted like I wanted it, he might kill me. I did not want to die. I pleaded and begged, but it was all an act so he would fuck me super hard. He smacked me around a bit first, but he took my pussy and ass for the trouble of breaking into my house. After he left, I was sore and full of cum. But all I could do was masturbate because this submissive whore finally got fucked by a 20 something year old guy.
Gangbang phone sex is a fading glory to share
I don’t really remember the gangbang phone sex last night. It was amazing, I know that, because my massive tits are stinging even now. I must have gotten really roughed up. Someone clearly enjoyed what I had to give and decided to get real forceful with my black booty as well as my voluptuous dark body. I never really mind when that happens, it’s something to remember. I love waking up the next morning and feeling memoirs in physical form for the night lost. It’s beautiful, wonderful, and makes me so damn wet I have to find someone to ride the very moment I’m awake enough to hunt. My tits ache in that good way, and that means they need another hit or smack or brutal fuck and rape phone sex fantasies that make enough noise to deafen the world. I’m a superior bouncing pussy whore who can’t get enough of one moment to the next. You want to fuck this, I know you do, so it’s you I’m after when I leave my house and embark on a quest for cock like no other. The illusive you is always my target. I don’t necessarily know who you are at any given time, you change a lot from day to day, call to call, job to job. You are the one who’ll enjoy my body the most at any given moment, the one who’ll call me later after I’m done having my fun. Maybe I’m overcomplicating giant boobs bouncing around and having fun, but it makes it more fun to add a little mental gymnastics to my real-world stretchy bouncy crab-walking gymnastics. My whole body goes on display all the time, and somehow the faint pain of yesterday doesn’t ever stop me cold. It just makes me want to do some slave training and get fucked, hard.