My pussy was aching the day I got your letter. The sound of your words hit my soul and caused my heart to breathe for the thought of you here. Imagine me with my tits brushed against your back and letting my hair fall on your waist as I unzipped your jeans and let out your massive cock into my waiting hands. I loved the feel of your apple as we both called your balls and biting into them with my teeth whenever you commanded. Slowly circling your cock in my hand while you pushed me down on the floor because you wanted your cum tease in my awaiting mouth. It was one of those things that attracted to me at first. I remember our meeting at Café De Flore in Paris, the way you looked in my eyes and smiled and how much I wanted to take you there and feel the swirl of your bulging sack in my hands.
I wanted to parade around town with the thought of your cock in my ass as it pulled me apart but it was our first meeting and didn’t want you to think of me badly. But when I came home and felt the gentle kiss of your hand against my hair I knew just the thought of you would keep my juices flowing. It was one of those things that I could not ignore. I remember the caress against my skin as I danced in the moon light to your hand clapping or the significance of how you held my legs in the air and probed my hole with your fingers and how you tasted my juices on your hand. The smile of your caress as you held me in your arms backing into me causing my plum to increase in size and let go. You wanted to taste me then but you had a flight to catch and had to be going. I warmed to the thought of seeing you again and having that cock swirl around my tongue and my legs spread to hit my inner core and womb planting our seed there. I felt your aggression and push as you tore into my hole causing it to dance and wondered on the phone as I talked to you with my fingers lowered to my clit. Would we ever experience Paris again?
Category: Mature phone sex
My Yearly Dose o’ the Irish
You don’t really need an excuse to go out drinking on St. Paddy’s Day. After all, as they say in that fantastic movie The Boondock Saints, “It’s St. Paddy’s Day! Everyone’s Irish tonight!” Well, I’m not really Irish, but I wanted to make sure that before I went out drinking, I had a little Irish in me.
So I invited a couple of the neighborhood boys, good Irish lads, over for some pre-Paddy’s drinks.
Oh, sure, we had some good Irish whiskey to start things off, but soon I was wanting to taste something else. I told them that I feared the “Irish Inch”, and that I wanted to make sure they had something nice and big for me to feast upon. Both of them proudly whipped out their cocks, and there was nothing for it but I had to measure them, both in girth and length, using only my mouth as the gauge. I swallowed first one, then the other, seeing which one was longer, and which one was stouter. It was a close call, but after much sampling, much measuring, and much tasting, I declared that Ryan was a little bit longer, and Sean was a little bit thicker.
At that point, I told them how I needed to make sure that I had to have some Irish in me so that I could go out drinking tomorrow night. Since Sean was thicker, I asked that he be the first one to plow into me from behind so I could work on deeply sucking Ryan’s longer cock. The boys seemed to enjoy that for a while, and I certainly did, but eventually I had them change positions.
After switching it up a bit, we settled so that I had Ryan fucking my ass and Sean pounding my pussy. I came so hard that I squirted all over everything, soaking them and the sofa we were on. Eventually, they pulled out and came all over my mouth and tits. So I got my dose of Irish for the year from my two big Leprechauns, and I’m all set to go drinking tomorrow!
Mature Phone Sex Gone Wrong
Last month I had a hot romantic date with a much younger man for Valentine’s Day. He had a limo pick me up, took me to a very chichi restaurant. I was impressed. Most men his age think a pizza and a 6 pack is fine dining. I invited him back to my place to continue our date. I so wanted to fuck him. I lit some candles, slipped into something sexy, prepared for him to fuck me like an animal. We started off on the couch. His body was amazing. Ripped from head to toe, with a nice cock. I started stroking his massive member while he finger fucked my wet pussy.
I stood up to show him my hot body in its entirety, then bent over to devour his cock with my salivating mouth. As I twisted my hand up and down his cock, working my mouth and hand around his shaft firmly to milk some pre cum out the swollen tip, I felt my own juices running down my thighs. He pulled me onto the couch, to sit on his cock. As I lowered my cunt, I gushed juices over his balls. I was so wet and we hadn’t even really started yet. A few bounces on his cock and I was moaning like crazy.
We started fucking in every position possible on the couch. When we were side by side on the couch, I was so wet his cock slipped out my cunt and went right in my ass. He tried to apologize, but I love ass sex. I told him to keep fucking my hot ass. Eventually, he flipped me over, pounded me against the couch so hard I actually thought we would tip over the couch. I was feeling like a gymnast, so I sat on top of the couch, spread my legs wide and he stood up on the couch to fuck my ass. Kind of like fucking on one of those exercise balls, we were both a little unstable. But it felt so good. I felt so young and in shape being able to keep up with a 20 something stud.
Then I guess the combo of his thrusting so hard, and me being on the top of the couch, threw my balance off. I started to fall backwards off the couch. He tried to grab me, but leaned forward too far, tipping the couch over with us joined at my ass. I landed on my back, he landed on me, and the couch landed on us both. Nothing like a concussion, cracked ribs and lots of bruises to kill a mood. Despite the pain we were both in, we couldn’t help but laugh. I can’t believe I tried to keep up with him. I’m not as flexible or limber as I used to be. Apparently not as light either. I landed with a thud.
Up until the ER visit, it was one of the hottest nights of my life. But at least now, I have a funny sex story. Do you have a sex gone wrong story? I may have been embarrassed that I over shot my abilities, but once my ribs heal, I plan on fucking that boy again, just next time I’ll wear a helmet and knee pads.
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Throbbing Phone Sex
The cum from my pussy drenched out and I couldn’t wait to feel his massive cock inside my little tiny hole. He was going to cum inside me again which seemed like it had been happening for the longest time between him and I. I wonder if his wife knew just what kind of kinky freak she married. He liked to flip me over and pull my cheeks apart and place his tongue in my aching hole and then he would take no prisoners with my ass when he would just pull his man fruit out and fuck it deep up my tiny asshole. I would try not to cry out as he pumped his tool into me but it was all I could not to squirt all over him as he pumped me with his man seed. My pussy was always so drenched when he came to visit and I was always like a hungry bear ready to fill that prime meat sauce all over my back side.
My pussy was so fucking hot that I wanted to finger it now but I didn’t dare invade his personal space. I wanted to have my juices squirt for him when he came to visit me and I couldn’t allow myself the pleasure. So here I was sitting waiting for the biggest dick of the century to invade my tight little ass and make it whole. So I wouldn’t call it betrayal if you picked up the phone and we played together. Maybe putting my head on your nice swollen head will give me the detour I need until he gets here. That nice throbbing growth in my mouth and me swallowing that big juicy fruit down my throat. Yummy that seems like fun! But wait you haven’t called yet so how could this be? Call and make this tight little ass feel better.
Naughty Teacher Farah Gets Schooled in The Irish Way
It’s Irish American Heritage Month and as a naughty teacher, I needed a little luck of the Irish, so I made sure to wear my sexy green lingerie. I love teaching cultural diversity to my students. But so many students lack any real knowledge of anything outside their own culture. I gave a brief history of Ireland to acquaint them with a few of the traditions and customs of the country. I even taught a little James Joyce, one of Ireland’s best known writers. He is a challenging read, even for me, hence I needed a little luck to keep their interest.
I find when I dress proactively, I have a more captive classroom. The boys especially, seem to listen more attentively, which increases comprehension of the subject being taught. For my lecture on Joyce, I made sure to look my sexiest. So, I did not understand why I had so many students wanting to see me after class for some private tutoring. All boys too!
One student, actually of Irish descent, decided I was the one who needed schooling on Irish heritage. He asked me if I knew about the “Irish Way.” I was embarrassed, I did not know what he meant. Being the nice young boy he is, he decided to school the teacher. He instructed me to undress. I know it’s wrong to fraternize with the students, but if it makes me better teacher, it’s necessary. I am all about learning.
I slowly took off my clothes, as he did the same. He had huge, um, blarney stones! I felt myself being submissive to a younger guy, a student no less. I let him fondle my breasts for good luck, as I grabbed his stones. I love Irish tea, so I got down on the floor and let him tea bag me with his huge balls. He was magically delicious! I sucked on his huge ball sac, until he pulled me on to my desk. He ripped off my green panties, crammed a few fingers up my fuck holes, making me spray my pussy juice all over my lesson plans.
His hard cock was pressed up against my back, when he lifted my ass up and pushed his cock deep inside my ass. The “Irish Way” is anal sex. Apparently, getting fucked up the ass was a population control trick used by men during famine crises. His young hard cock gave me a much needed history lesson. I was shaking, quivering, as he fucked my ass. How deep he was inside my ass, made me certain he would find a pot of gold! I like the Irish Way! I’ve always loved a hard dick up my tight ass, but so many men my age think it’s dirty. That’s part of the thrill. But this young student had no problem sharing his culture’s tradition with his naughty teacher. He played with my lucky charms as he schooled my asshole in the Irish tradition. Before long, I gave my map of the world a little luck, as I squirted when he emptied his blarney stones in my ass.
Cum was leaking out my ass on my drive home. I wonder if Liam Neeson would school me in the Irish Way too? Or better yet, you? I prefer a man size cock up my ass.
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Young And Fine
I had the best call today! Murry called and wanted to tell me all about this YOUNG piece of ass he was fucking! I was shocked at how young she really was! Murry is a PERV! He was telling me how he met “Sabrina” at the park. He asked her to babysit for him.. and Murry doesn’t have any littleones at all! When she arrived he told her how much he wanted her! That he was willing to do anything for her. And the little slut said for 500 bucks he could fuck her! AND he did it! He fucked her so hard. Called her a slut and a whore! And she was chewing gum and texting on her phone the whole time! And Murry loved it! She demands her money UP front. And never looks at him or talks to him. What a slut! I wish I had thought of that!
Sissy Domination Phone Sex Sessions with Mistress Farah
I love sissy humiliation. I have a good friend, Goddess Levi, who called me today, to talk about this particularly pathetic sissy she owns, who is aptly referred to as Sissy Fairy Fag. SHE is the kind of sissy perfect for sissy domination phone sex, which both Goddess Levi and I so thoroughly enjoy. I laughed hysterically on the phone with her as she told me stories about her little piggy mascot. Now, I have trained and dominated many a sissy in my life, in fact I have several sissy servants, but her SISSY, is the queen of the sissies; queen of the fags; queen of the losers. Since Sissy Fairy Fag is somewhat of a house sissy to the women at my company, I have no problem telling you about some of her pathetic antics so you can shame her too.
Personally, I love a sissy who dresses elegantly, which this particular sissy does. However, when a sissy makes a mess in her frilly panties like a bad little girl, is not elegant at all. I cannot help but shame that sissy for being a pathetic poopy pants. Goddess Levi, like most of us dominant sissy mistresses, must shame and punish any sissy who cannot hold her business properly. Sissy Fairy Fag makes public messes, then sits in her own excrement like dirty girl. If one of MY sissies made a big nasty stinky mess like that, not only would I rub her face in it to teach her a lesson, but I would take pictures to share on our social media. We have Facebook and Twitter accounts perfect for public shaming of nasty, dirty sissies. Goddess Levi went on to tell me all about the humiliating tasks she has made her Sissy Fairy Fag do. As I was listening to her tell me story after story, I got aroused. Sissy humiliation makes me wet. And of course it reminds me that my clit is bigger than any sissy dick.
A sissy trainer is always on the lookout for new recruits. But, I dominate my sissies. I will take control of a sissy’s everyday life, even bathroom time. I will own my sissies, and outward signs of ownership will be shown. I am fond of bedazzled collars and leashes. My sissies will obey and serve me, however I deem fit, even if that means sucking dong and having sexual relations with my other sissies.` Sissies will seek my permission to do anything and everything. I have both phone sissies and real time sissies, so don’t think for a moment that if you call me, I don’t know what I am doing. And with that being said, don’t ever think you can dictate how our sissy sessions go. When it comes to sissies, you will do as I wish, and if you don’t, I have many unpleasant and embarrassing ways to break you.



















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