Category: bondage phonesex

Fuckslave To an Old Fat Pervert

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My tight, young body makes me the perfect fuckslave to an old, fat pervert. There isn’t a better way for a girl like me to benefit society than to serve men this way. Not just one old, fat pervert, but any old fat perv has the right to fuck my slut holes to bring him pleasure and relief.

They’ve earned the right for pussy to be easily accessible. Just because they are no longer trim and in their prime, they’ve worked hard for years. They paid their dues and now reap the benefits.

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I’ve got the house all to myself this weekend and am thinking about having some bondage fun. All I need is a suitable little toy to tie up tight and keep as a little slave. I’m talking about real slave-type action. Where once you are bound, you have no choice or say over what happens to you. You’ll surrender to me completely—no matter what kind of fun I have in mind.

Does that idea make your cock throb? If so, come over and see what I have in store for us.

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Ahuizotl

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On vacation down in Mexico, I heard the stories about the Ahuizotl.  Of course, I didn’t take them seriously.  Every culture has its own mythological stories about creatures.  I found it fascinating but clearly not real.  That was until I found a secluded pond near an Azetc tourist site.  I wandered off and found the pond hidden in some high and deep reeds.  So, I took advantage of the privacy to take a swim and cool off from the hot afternoon sun.  I stripped off my clothes and walked into the water.  Once I was about waist deep, I laid out and floated on my back in the cool calm water.

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Cock Stompin' Phonesex

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Dicks just be making me so mad these days. Time wastin’ little bitch boys who think because they got a shrimp dick it makes ’em special or somethin’. Fuck. I’m just in the mood for some good ol cock stompin’ phonesex. And I ain’t no light bitch.

When I stomp my big ol’ size nine heels down on your three inches dick, you gone feel it. I need a loser who knows he deserves pain to just lay the fuck down before me wiv his legs spread, hands tied behind his back so I can kick, stomp and smash his dick and balls until I feel better.

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Magnetic Connection

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Our eyes met, and I looked away again. I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder as if his gaze were magnetic, constantly pulling at me from across the crowded space. “Girl, he literally can’t take his eyes off you.” Sasha squealed, and I rolled my eyes, taking another hearty sip of the fruity cocktail, stirring the muddled berries at the bottom with my straw.

“Stop, he’s probably just watching the game,” I said, pointing to the TV in front of me. And it just looks like he’s watching me.”

“No!” all three of my girlfriends retorted simultaneously. “He’s definitely looking at you.” Carol swallowed tightly and looked down at the tabletop. “He’s coming this way!”

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Lost In The Big City

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The other night, I dreamed I was lost in a big city. I’ve never really been to a city like the one in my dream, but it was late at night, yet the street lights made it brighter than the day. Neon signs flashed from windows, and crowds filled the street as I tried to figure out where I was and where I needed to go.

I felt so scared and unsure. I spun this way and that, and nothing looked familiar. Not the people around me or the street signs. Knowing I couldn’t just stand in one place, I picked a direction and started to walk. Big, calloused hands grabbed my elbows and pulled me towards an alley. Whoever grabbed me was wearing a hat pulled low over their face, and I couldn’t make out a single feature.

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Chained-up Love Slave

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David loves me. He loves me even though I don’t love him. Every year, he asks me to be his Valentine, and every year, I say no. I let him stay at home and wonder what kind of dirty, disgraceful things I’m doing with the men he desperately wishes he could be.

This year, I thought I’d shake things up! When he showed up on my doorstep with roses and chocolates, asking me to be his Valentine, I asked if he’d do anything to make me say yes. The dude practically fell to his knees, agreeing that so long as I’d be his, he’d do anything and everything I asked of him. I pulled him through the doorway by his tie and growled in his ear, “Happy Valentine, my chained-up love slave.” Continue reading “Chained-up Love Slave” →

Cum Again

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“Please! Stop! I came, I came! Please!” I heard you screaming in panic as the second orgasm bubbled from the head of your cock, and I showed no signs of stopping. The loud buzz of the wand kept its steady pace as you thrashed against the straps I’d used to tie you down—one around your chest, one tight over your hips, and two down your legs. My head cocked as I pushed the bulbous tip of the wand squarely into your balls, and my other hand pulled the prostate massager nearly out of your ass.

“And you’re going to cum again,” I spoke softly, feeling no need to yell over your demands. With a slow twist of my hand, I fed the prostate toy back into your clenching ass and grinned as your back bowed. “And again. And again.”

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Sensual Exploration

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I have a Twitter crush. Stalking his feed constantly isn’t enough; I have resorted to fantasizing about him at all hours of the day. Waiting and watching for more content so I can touch myself to his image. He’s the hottest man alive, and I dream about what it would be like to touch him. Not just hip but his body.

Recently, I’ve been dreaming of taking off his shirt and laying beside him. I want to trace my fingertips over his pecs and down the valley between his abs. His lean, defined body is perfection, as if he carved it from stone and my personal desires. He’s perfect. I ache to know the sounds he’d make during my sensual exploration.

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Shocking Tech Chastity

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You have all seen the remote control toys that bring pleasure to both parties but most of you are too cheap and scared to really explore shocking tech Chastity. My good little geek, however, loves to bring me genuine pleasure. And I can’t think of anything more arousing to me than locking his cock up in a cellmate.

That clunky, heavy device settles over his cock as a constant reminder of my power over him. With a click of a button, I can lock the device. Making it inescapable should his wifey decide she wants a tryst, he has no choice but to deflect. Of course, he could send a request to his Goddess, asking to please be unlocked. If I’m paying attention, maybe I’ll see it, and perhaps I won’t. Can you imagine being truly locked by someone else?

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