I love to call him master just as much as he loves calling me his nigger slave whore. Everytime he calls me his nigger slave whore my cunt gets so fucking moist and wet. Being called a nigger slave while getting fucked by my master’s hard white cock makes me feel like the perfect submissive whore. Everytime he whispers in my ear and his dick is pounding my guts he calls me a nigger slave over and over again. I cum all over my master’s cock multiple times. Once he bust his load into my warm fuckhole he lays me across the bed and spreads my legs wide apart and then licks his cum out of my nigger pussy. I just love fucking my master. He know how to make this nigger cum over and over again.
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Teen Son Cock Worshiping
I am a milf teen cock worshiping subslut that always serves my son. He brought his friends over tonight to play video games and I am expected to serve them. I brought soda and sandwiches as they were deep in the war game. I walked right in front causing something bad to happen in the game. My son got up and slapped me in the face and pushed me down. He said “well mom my game is fucked so why don’t we all fuck you like the whore you are?” I didn’t mean to ruin my son’s night with his friends. But as they each turn turns fucking my pussy and then directed to fuck my ass and make me clean my shit off these teen cocks, I knew this sub mommy had made it up the only way she knows how. By being a cream-filled submissive mommy! I even drank each of their piss in order to show how sorry I was and now I have five teen boys cum to eat instead of one. I love pleasing my boys!
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.



















