Bondage phone sex is so much fun. It just really makes the subby slut in me come out and feel more helpless than ever. To tie me up and fuck my face is something my brothers used to have fun doing with me. My daddy used to bind me up tight and gag me with his cock until I nearly pass out then he would laugh and cum all over my face while telling me just what a good little whore I am and that this is exactly the use for good daughter whores. I’m my daddy’s little whore and my brothers humiliation slut. My mother loves to just sit by getting high and watching how they humiliate, use, and abuse my worthless slut body. Can I be your submissive too, daddy?
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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.



















