My cunt was dripping as I rode his throbbing cock. He thrust into me, keeping time with my hips. I had been at the train station, just trying to catch the subway into town. My skirt was short, my top tight, and my pumps a perfectly slutty eight inches.
I was minding my own business when I felt a hand slide across my ass. This wasn’t an accidental brushing as someone walked by; no, this was deliberate. I looked over my shoulder to see who could possibly want my attention so badly.
“How much for half an hour, sweetheart?” He purred into my ear.
I almost slapped him; I wasn’t a hooker! No, Anabelle, but you are a slut; I thought to myself.
“$300.” I said, kidding and ready to escape his wandering hands. Those hands slapped three Ben Franklin’s into my hand, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the benches, and bent me over.
He flipped my skirt up, tore my satin thong off, and slammed his fat black cock deep inside my tight cunt. He fucked me, harder than I’ve ever been fucked. Then, he pulled out; leaving me gaping, before seating himself on the bench, and pulling me down over top of him. I rode him, wet as water, as a whore. My train rolled up to the station just as he spilled his seed deep inside my pussy.
Shoving me off of him, he threw me on the train. The other passengers stared; I was humiliated, and somehow, even more horny.
Humiliated And Horny Whore
Sissy Humiliation: You Cannot Catfish a Size Queen
Some men need sissy humiliation. I got cat fished on Tinder. I thought that only happened to men, lol. The guy I swiped right for was a 22-year-old beef cake boy with a 9-inch cut cock. What showed up was a 42-year-old loser. He thought I would not catch that bait and switch? Even blind, I would know he was not what I wanted. He made the mistake of assuming because of this virus, that I was somehow desperate. Never. I am a sexy woman. I have standards than have not changed just because of this virus. I lured him upstairs. He thought we were going to fuck, but I had other plans. He needed some tough love and some phone sex therapy. I put him in my closet. He needed to be in girly clothes. He was no man. I was taller than him. He was like 5’3 tops because I am 5’5. He told me big things come in small packages and I called bullshit on him. He whipped out a clit. He had a three-inch nub. My pinky finger could give me more pleasure than his pickle. I laughed so hard; I almost peed my panties. I told him to put on a pair of pink panties. Small dick humiliation was not his thing, but I did not care because he duped me. He was in MY house under false pretenses and I was mad. I was disappointed and pissed off, and he felt my wrath. I made him prance around in panties. I even put him in heels and gave him a make-up lesson. Fucking pussy. He was better looking feminized. He was not a man. Once I got him liquored up, he lost the bravado he had. I think he just gave up trying to fuck me because I stood my ground. Maybe he was just indulging me or perhaps he just needed some forced fem fun. Either way, he has a whole new image now.
Your Cuckold Phone Sex Princess
It wasn’t like I meant to hurt his feelings. It’s just that I enjoy teasing him through cuckold phone sex. I have men who have been playing with my body for years. I tempt and tease mostly because I love all the attention. Like my Rob. He had been my driver for years and seen just how my body developed and how much I was a temptress. I had allowed him to touch me in the car and even gave him a nice blowy once. But when daddy cut me off from my allowance, Rob told me just how to make some quick cash. He had his boys Jerome, Tyrone and Dewayne meet us at his apartment one night. He offered me five hundred dollars to fuck all three. I was relatively inexperienced as I had been a cock tease mostly until now. Those dicks were too much for me, But Rob Reminded me of the cash on the table that he Kept adding too for every cum load I took. Crying I had my ass and tight little bald pussy annihilated for Rob. Even when I started begging these three BBC to stop, they didn’t. I just stared at the pile of money as they took what they wanted. And now, I am a bit of a young size queen because of it. And Rob still Loves that I tease him and make him take the cum out of my mouth after fucking real dick. I happily tell me how small and useless those cocks are and that They should experience being force fucked by three huge Black men so they can know just how this Princess Feels. I give small dick humiliation where it is due!
Edge And Denial In C(hastity)
His cock was dripping, his eyes crying. My sweet little fuck toy. My absolute darling. My sweet slut. He arrived at a quarter after 9 this morning, simply for breakfast of eyes and fat sausages. My sweet whore seemed so squirmy the whole time. It made me giggle. After I fed him, and we chatted and smiled over steaming coffee, I led him into the living room.
Up on the my massage table he went. I had him strapped down, unable to move in a matter of seconds. With my favorite butterfly knife, I cut away his jeans. I cut away his shirt. He was whimpering by now, and anticipation. His cock was hard, throbbing. As I cut away his boxers, I grinned. I produced the simple silver key to his little Chastity cage from between my supple tits.
I hadn’t unlocked him in well over a month. He hadn’t cum since Christmas. My bald, young pussy was slick and hot. I loved torturing him. Off came his cage, and in went the ball gag. He could beg later, when I was done toying with him. I stroked him slowly, my hand sliding up and down his cock. His cockhead was nice and purple, and his balls looked ready to burst.
Already, I slowed down. I intended edge him, tease and denial, for hours. After listening to his muffled begging, I grew bored of this game. I straddled him on the table, sliding my tight cunt down right over his cock. “Don’t cum, baby.” I laughed as he exploded inside of me. “Looks like you need punished.” I climbed up, removed his ball bag, and lowered my hips over his face.
My cunny was dripping his cum all over. He lapped it up, grateful. I laughed again. He was so pathetic, my beloved toy. I set him on an impossible task. “You have 30 seconds to make me cum, or your cock won’t come out until Halloween.” Needless to say, he had four and a half months of hell waiting for him. Who cares? I love every moment of his torment. He belongs to me.
Small Dick Humiliation Makes Me Giggle
Hello, loser! I hope you’re up for some small dick humiliation because I know you have a VERY small penis and you’re good for absolutely nothing else. I promise you that any woman who has ever had sex with you did it out of pity. And if you tell me you made her cum, you’re lying. She faked an orgasm just to spare your fragile feelings. Giving you a pity fuck is a very generous thing for a woman to do. Let’s just say that I am NOT a generous person when it comes to a loser like you. Unless, of course, we’re talking about humiliation – that’ll be flowing out of my mouth freely.
Do you know what will be flowing from your mouth? A hot load of cum sucked straight from a big black cock. And when it’s dripping down your chin, you better scoop it up and eat it before it drops onto the floor. If it does, you’ll be licking it from there. You should be thankful for the chance to eat a real man’s cum and you shouldn’t ever waste it. And I don’t care if you don’t want to do that – your small dick takes away any say you have in the matter.

















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