I remember it all very well. I was getting fucked with the TV on in the background. He was on top of me with my legs pushed back to my ears. I was rubbing my clit. His big cock was pounding my very young pussy. I was stretching, gaping with every thrust. His man-sized cock in my girly cunny had him gasping for air. “Oh God, Rebecca, your pussy feels so good.” he moaned. His cock pulsated harder inside me, and just as spasms seized him, I screamed.
“OMG, the towers!!! They just blew up.” I squealed trying to get his dead weight off me. I flipped over, leaving his cum to jet into the air. “WTF, bitch!!!” groaning as he wore his own slime.
” A plane just hit the towers.” I was hysterical. My cousin works there. I was devastated. Even as my own cunt juice dripped unto the bed, tears fell from my eyes.
Now, here we are 14 years later. My cousin is gone. The world has changed. Oh, how I’d like to torture those cocksuckers. Put on a barbed strap-on and fuck them up the ass. Cut off their balls and hang them from the flagpole. Starve them and give them nothing but my foul used panties to suck on. The rage I feel is bottomless.
But, that won’t change anything. Last month I went to the cool park they erected in the victims memory. I sat on a bench and talked to my cousin. As I slipped my fingers into my panties and fingered myself off, I whispered, “This one’s for you, cuz. I’ll never forget you.”
We’ll never forget…..
Category: Phone sex therapy
Cuckold Phone Sex, Well Mature Cuckold Phone Sex on International Literacy Day
Cuckold phone sex is where a chick laughs at your little pecker because it can’t please her. Oh yeah, and fucks a real man in front of you. Mature cuckold phone sex with me, however, can take on different forms based on the situation. The one constant is that I simply refuse to fuck a small dick. Kirk was over this morning. This hot young stud I picked up at my local coffee shop. He was hot for teacher. Today is International Literacy Day, and he was reading a classic Russian novel so we had a sexy little conversation about good books and how no one reads anymore.
Next thing I knew, he was back at my house to fuck. But when I realized he only had a 3 inch dick, I was disappointed to say the least. His mind was the only big thing about him. I explained nicely that I couldn’t fuck him. I couldn’t even blow him. Sure, cute boy, smart, well read, but none of that makes up for having a tiny dick in my opinion. Instead of a fighting me or getting all pathetic, he asked me how he could please me. I like a man who accepts reality. I will reward a guy with short comings who understands that this sexy MILF needs something she can feel. Since it was International Literacy Day, I broke out my adult literotica collection and read to him as he ate my pussy.
I find that men with short dicks are often the best pussy lickers. They know they have to compensate for their lack of a manhood. No g-spot orgasm for me, but I coated his face a ton of times with my mature nectar. Luckily, he loves glazed donuts. As I read excerpts from The Kama Sutra and The Happy Hooker, he did the alphabet on my clit with his tongue. My pussy was purring all over his face. Seriously, I drenched that boy with girl goo. He buried his face between my legs and French kissed my muff so well, I thought he might have to peel me off the ceiling. I combined two of my favorite activities this morning: reading and getting my pussy worshiped.
The best phone sex is honest and real. So, if you have a small dick it is not a closed book on how you will be treated. Sometimes some hard core humiliation is in order; sometimes sensual tease and denial games; other times I can put you to work on pleasuring me. I won’t fuck you if you have a tiny dick. No hot woman should, but with me cuckold sex can be as varied as the reading rainbow.
Phone Sex Therapy The Dominating Way
I’d seen on an online hookup site an ad for a local swingers party I wanted to go to. Of course hubby would be doing no swinging, but he would watch me while I did and no doubt get quite hard in doing so. I walked in with him on a dog collar and leash and laughed as ones pointed to him. I saw several couples fucking in various places, the floor, a couch, one pair standing up against a wall. I went over to the ones on the couch and stood watching up close and asked if I could join, they were happy to have me join them, His partner was ringing the man and I sat on his face, I was wearing no panties under my short skirt I hiked up and he started licking my already wet pussy quite well. My hubby knelt on the floor and watched, he started rubbing himself through his pants and I knew he loved watching me get eaten in front of him. His partner came and got off, and he asked if I’d like to fuck, I said of course and got off his face and onto his thick, likely eight inch cock, it was thick and hard as fuck. My hubby had pulled out his tiny cock and was practically drooling watching my pussy get pumped full of that hard dick. I was grinding against this man I didn’t even know the name of with his cock inside of me as my hubby shot his few drops all over his hand on his pitiful cock, the man I was riding came into me and I was soon standing over my kneeling husband as he licked out every drop, yes, it was a fun party indeed!
Best Phone Sex is Honest Phone Sex
Best phone sex is honest phone sex. Guys ask me all the time what is my favorite thing to talk about on a call. I always give a vague answer because variety is the spice of life. I like to talk about all sorts of things, but I keep it real. I have no limits because so many many things get this mature phone sex slut wet. Just today I got off so good, I squirted on my computer screen. What made me so hot and bothered that I coated my laptop in girl jizz? Small cock humiliation. I couldn’t fuck Shane’s small pecker, but I sure as fuck could laugh at it. I did just that. I let out a litany of small dick slams, while calling him worthless and ordering him to go put on some pretty pink panties. A decade ago, I likely would have been nice and coddled a tiny dick loser, but the gloves are off now. And you know what? It is such a turn on to not hold back. As a seasoned phone whore, I give you the honest truth. So, if you can’t handle the truth, then I am the wrong phone sex therapist for you. Brutal honesty makes my pussy drip.
What To Do?
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. What to do? My nipples are hard and my pussy is aching but the only one here is my husband with his tiny dick and inadequate ability to satisfy this pussy of mine.
I think I will dig out some huge toys from my treasure chest and pop in my favorite big dick porn and make him watch as I fuck myself to completion while watching men I don’t even know fuck on the tube.
He will sit there with that forlorn look on his face and that wistful look in his eyes. The one that says he would give anything in the world to be inside my hot wet pussy. That if he had a Jeanie in a bottle he would wish for a big dick and the ability to be a real man to his gorgeous wife.
I of course will taunt and humiliate him, which brings me more pleasure and makes me cum harder then if I was masturbating alone.
My Wicked Indulgence
Two beautiful victims, Cassandra and Fiona. Both needing and wanting his brutal attention. Both begging for the ultimate abuse, degradation and pain. They both live to bleed for him, would gladly die for him and love to be used by him. When he is aggravated or stressed he can take it out on either one of them. Both of their pussies throb and flow hot and wet for his brutality. The savage beast in him is soothed as he beats them before fucking their bleeding and broken bodies until he is satiated. He loves both of them in his own sick and twisted way and they love him. He fears that one day he will beat them to death and have to fuck their corpse and then try to find a way to dispose of it. And he admits that his biggest fear is also the ultimate fantasy. That he often masturbates to the fantasy after he has brutally assaulted them and they are laying beaten, broken and bloody on the floor next to his bed.
He brought them to me for a session. Why he cares how they really feel deep inside is beyond him. But after several sessions with me he is beginning to dig deeper.
They are both just as beautiful as he said. Both adamant about needing the abuse like the air that they breath. In our session together I gave them the abuse they crave just like he does. I have to admit that I derived a great deal of sexual satisfaction and felt empowered as the abuser. It was much like the power I feel when humiliating my husband during cuckold sex.
I look forward to many sessions with the three of them both watching the girls be abused and abusing them myself. I must confess that I have no intention of trying to help any of them now that I have tasted the thrill of abuse.
Using them will be my wicked indulgence.