Working at a massage parlor isn’t something I ever imagined myself doing, but my sister was short, so here I am. My first client turned my young, bald cunt into a slip and slide at first sight. He was everything I love in a man, so when he laid down, naked on my table it was hard to stay professional.
Eventually, I couldn’t help myself. He was laying on his stomach, so I climbed up on the table and straddled his ass without actually touching him, but as I leaned forward to rub his shoulders, I let my tits drag across his back. My nipples hardened immediately, and oops I had forgotten a bra!
His body tensed, and I knew his cock was hard. I finished up, climbed off, and when he rolled over I saw the tent he had pitched! Rubbing his thighs, I worked my fingers inward, and saw a little wet spot on the blanket where he was leaking pre cum.
I guess he just couldn’t take my slutty teasings anymore! He sat up, grabbed me by the waist, and ripped my pants in half! I didn’t wear panties, so he lifted me by my hips, and slid my tight wet cunt right over his thick hard cock. I screamed out, because fuck it felt so good! He used me like his own personal pocket pussy, biting my tits as they bounced in his face. Well fuck, I told my sister I’d come work for her any time. I sure was looking forward to all those happy endings.
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How I Became a Cuckold Phone Sex Expert
Sometimes, I miss being married. I was a slut wife to both husbands. They were the reasons I got into cuckold phone sex. One husband had a small dick and the other had a dick that rarely worked. I wanted to be a good faithful wife to them both, but I hit my sexual prime and they both rejected alternative lifestyles. Pride and ego came before my sexual satisfaction. Both husbands thought that the size of their wallets made them the boss of me. At the time, I was just starting out as a professor. I was not tenured yet. A beginning professor’s salary is not much. But my sexual appetite was large, and my needs were not being met. I cheated on husband number one with a guy I met at the gym. Once I had a big cock in me, cheating became easy. My gym lover had a huge cock. The kind of dick porn stars wish they had. He was four times the man my husband was with his 13-inch cock. With husband number two, I thought I had married up. He had a big dick and it worked great until we said our I do’s. Once we were married, it never got hard and he was never in the mood. By that time, I was teaching and being a naughty teacher brought me lots of young cock. I tried to have my cake and eat it too. I liked being married. The status, the comfort, the extra income…but neither husband would make my sexual needs a priority and neither wanted to be cuckolded. Each gave me ultimatums and it backfired on them both. Mature sexy women do not need to put their sexual needs on the back burner because there are plenty of younger men with working cocks to take care of them. I might marry again, but if I do, my husband is going to know what he can expect if he ever stops fucking me the way I deserve.
Slutty Scarecrow – Edge And Denial
The sun beat down on me while they beat their cocks, staring at me. I was tied like a Scarecrow to the post, in the middle of the field; naked as the day I was born. Their hands were on me, pinching my pretty little nipples, and rubbing on my bald cunt.
I was getting wetter by the second. “We love ourselves a pretty farmer’s daughter.” One of them called out as he licked his way up and down my slit. I was moaning like the slut I am the second his tongue touched my little clitty.
They caressed my skin, sliding a finger or two in to me while someone was constantly lapping at my pussy, and teasing my nipples. Every time I’d get close to cumming, they’d stop; by the fifth time, I was begging them. Please, please. I needed to cum so badly, I’d give up anything.
“Your Daddy can pay us. Twenty thousand a piece, if you want to cum so badly. Is cumming worth sixty thousand dollars, you fucking whore?”
As they edged me for a sixth time, I decided it just might be. Though Daddy would be so damn ashamed of me; his baby girl, a begging like a slut
Creamy Cunt For Country Cocks
I’ve been wet all damn day. The type of wet where I’ve soaked my panties so much, they slip and side right between my pussy lips, and rub my poor little clit with every step I take. I’ve been walking all over the farm doing handiwork all day, and I swear I’ve a huge wet spot on my overalls. Do you even know how thick overall denim is? Yeah, baby. I’m that wet.
Why, you ask, is my cunt flowing like the Nile? We got some new fam hands, and I’ll be damned if they aren’t the sexiest little treats I ever did see. One is tall, with dark chest hair and a big, fit frame. I could snort lines off his pecs until I die, or choke on his cock until he cums down my throat. The next is slim, but muscular, and I know he fucks like a stallion. He’d bury his cock deep in my sweet Southern ass, and blow a fat load right up my hole. And then there’s my big, tall Black boy with dreads past his ass, and a tongue for days. I know he’d eat then fuck my cunny until I was squirting all over the place.
I don’t know how, but I need to get fucked, right now. I’m going to go into the barn where they’re baling hay, and give them a strip show up in the loft. Whoever gets there first can have me. Either way, I’m gonna get fucked real long and hard by these filthy country cocks.
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.










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