I love being a nasty cum guzzling slut. Latley I haven’t been getting enough cock.. I just have been having to finger fuck my cunt to get off. It fucking sucks when you have to make your own pussy squirt. I brought a guy home and he just did some of my molly and fucking passed out. I just got on top of him and blew him a little so his cock got hard enough for me to get on top and right it till I came. I just am a coke whore who wanted some cock. He woke up with dryed cum on his cock and I told him to get the fuck out. Is there a man out there can give me the cock I need!! I also need the drugs so if you got both just hit me up and we can work something out.
Category: Creampie phone sex
Cum Guzzling Slut
Hot Date with Him
I took Junior back to my bedroom, and I started stripping him of his black attire. His body was as lithe as I ever anticipated, and then some. I ran my hands over his entire body, reveling in the musculature, and the satiny smooth skin. Then, I started kissing his body, licking it, worshiping the texture and smell and sheer beauty of it. After a few minutes of that, and some seriously shortened breathing from him, he grabbed my head, pulled me up to him, and started kissing me hard and deep as he pulled my clothes from my body.
He pushed me, rather roughly I might add, onto my bed before he leaned over me. He kissed my lips one time, hard. Before I knew what was happening, He had my left leg cocked high over his shoulder, my hips turned sideways, and was forcing himself into my un-lubricated man-pussy. He was so big, it actually hurt, and a guttural growl escaped my throat. “Fuck yeah, you like it like that, don’t you you pussy-assed bitch?” he asked me. I was still acclimating to the size of him and the pain of being nearly torn apart by him. I was grabbing my bed sheets, clutching onto them for dear life as I fought to endure the pain. When he finally pushed his way all the way home, he started fucking my ass hole with vigor. The pain slowly dimmed in comparison to having that monster dick rubbing against my prostate, and those full, enormous balls slapping against my own sack. I reached down to heighten that pleasure only to have my hands slapped away.
“You don’t do anything or touch anything until I tell you to, do you understand me you little cock-whore? I don’t know or care how many men you have had your way with, tonight, and whenever you are with me, you meet my demands, follow my commands, and that is all you are allowed to do. Do I make myself clear?” On that last, he had pressed himself hard up into me, grinding against me both inside and out. I gasped out a, “Yes”. He slammed another thrust into my ass as he slapped my face. “What was that?”
“Yes, master!”
“That’s right, I’m your master. You’re my little bitch. You tempted and taunted me until I couldn’t stand myself, and you will pay for every swish of your hips, toss of your hair, strut of your walk, and wink of your eye. You have been far too free and easy with me, and I will not have it. I don’t care who else you fuck, what else you do, as long as when I say, you drop everything and meet my every whim.”
“Yes, master!”
“Good little cum slut.”
With that final statement, he thrust into my ass one last time, exploding into me so fiercely that I came too. My jizz dirtied my sheets, and some even splattered onto my cheek and breast.
Thinking about Smores and Sex.
Darn. I missed Smores day on the 10th. I bet you are smiling and wondering how phone sex and smores can mix. Just think about it. You turn up the heat and slowly roast that marshmallow until its insides turn to a gooey mess. Not too much or too little. Just that perfect simmer for the messy sweetness you crave. Maybe you like a little chocolate with that creaminess. I find it erotic to think about melted chocolate oozing down my marshmallow. A little cocoa is always good. I like mine about 10 inches long and Hershey’s brand. Mmmmm…tasty. Now put those 2 flavors on a graham cracker plate and serve them up hot. I touch my tongue to this awesome deliciousness and think about gobbling it all down. But I want to savor it. I swirl my tongue around that cracker, lapping up the chocolate sauce and pull the melty marshmallow into my mouth. When a marshmallow is just perfect, you can almost hear that skin crackle and feel the creaminess flow right into your mouth. It’s almost better than sex or potty play.
Gape Me Open!
Last night I went to this fucking ragging party and got so fucking wasted. There where so many people there and so many hot big dick guys. I started to feel feel dizzy and had a headache, I am guessing someone put something in my drink. That is better for me fuck. I love feeling like this so they could have just gave it to me. I walked up stairs and did some coke and feel on the floor when a couple guys walked in. They started to laugh and did not waste any time, and they just started to rip all my clothes off and filling my holes. I couldn’t even remember what exactly was happening but all I know I was full of cum and satisfied for the weekend.
White trash fun time
Another night, another dollar. I was feeling super horny tonight so I asked the girls if I could do shower duty and clean the truckstop showers. I always know I’ll find a kinky trucker ready to indulge my potty fantasies. Sure enough, a tall lean trucker walked right in on me while I was bent over scrubbing the toilet. I laughed and told him that he would have to use me if he needed to pee cause I had work to do. His big boner about burst from his jeans as he freed a nice thick 10 inch. I could tell that he was one of those slightly sadistic types who loves to manhandle and degrade a girl a bit. He had no idea what he was getting into tonight. As his yellow stream left his cock, my mouth was wide open for the ammonia shooter that he blasted down my throat. He was so aroused that he kept up the beat with some hot throat action and a sperm chaser. Oh yes, this potty girl knows where to find her men. Hours of riding in a big rig makes for the very tastiest bladder wine.