I’d love to hire you as my personal maid. Your wife has no idea that you are going to do this for me, does she? Yes, bitch, I know about your wife. You came to me, desperate and horny. You have always wanted to serve a Mistress in her home as one of her maids, but you never got the chance. When you married your wife, I bet you wanted to be her slave, but she wouldn’t have it. Now you’ve come to me, with your weak mind and hard cock, on your knees, to beg to clean up after me. I did so much research on you, and I found out about your porn history. You’ve always loved to serve women, and dream of worshiping their bodies. As my maid, you would be required to eat my pussy every day before you start your shift. I expect complete obedience in my home. You belong to me from now on. Understand?
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Perve Uncle
When I was younger, I had a guy in my family obsessed with me. He was married to my aunt Linda. Uncle Bobby ran a weird modeling gig where he would scout hot young girls and bring them back to his Studio to take pictures of and coach. All these sexy chicks would hangout with him. There would always be pressure for me to join his weird agency. One day I said hot, why not I have the time I just got a brand new car, and I needed help with the payments. Uncle Bobby was very weird like I said, he was an older man married to aunt Linda he brought me to his Studio Outback and began to make me model bikinis and all sorts of skanky outfits. My mind was set I knew this fucker wanted more than to sign me. Soon enough, he had me deep-throat his cock and let him fuck my ass for gigs. Perverted men are everywhere you can’t escape them. Of course I said yes to letting him fuck me because I didn’t want to loser my car1
Cuckold phone sex, the best part about getting reamed is my husband watching
My husband watching always made matters so much more fun, especially the cuckold phone sex part. I’m a good whore who has a thing for chicks like you, the kind that’s a man on the outside and a woman on the inside. I don’t mean physically, I mean that metaphorical need to be recognized by your true identity. I love being messed about by a huge cock that’s soon to be gone. It makes me feel amazing to know the current dick playing with me like I’m a toy house storing its meat, might be embracing its final pussy. Meanwhile, my husband can’t help but be jealous of the thick fuckable sacrifice worming its way deep and making my eyes roll back for exhibitionist sex. The truth is, his tiny cock can’t handle a woman like me. He can’t satisfy me no matter what he tries, so inner girls with an outer prick so hard and mighty it would make a saint blush and admit got had touched it, get me thirsty for a throat fucking and a pussy pumping. Anywhere I can get their cum and satisfy my needs, you betcha I’ve tried it, and I’ve made him watch while I was at it. He’ll cry if it’s too big, he’ll beg you to make me cum because at least someone has to, and he’ll spend a good portion of the night curled up to me apologizing that he can’t do what that dick just did for me. I’ll hug him close, console him, and fantasize about the next huge girl cock that I’ll be bouncing around on and making him weep for next. It’s a horrible cycle I can’t get enough of. A cosmic circle that he’ll be a burden too until he can either grow a bigger dick for me, or learn to satisfy me himself. Sadly I think one is about as likely as the other, so I’ll see you inside me tonight too? Bring your deepest Fantasy phone sex desires.


















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