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I’ve never been a maid, let alone a Submissive phone sex whore, and I have no idea how you talked me into it.
When I first put the little maid themed dolly on with it’s matching heels, panties, and headband. I thought I’d feel really foolish but the way your eyes lit up and devoured me I couldn’t help but feel like I was the sexiest woman alive.
You followed me from room to room, watching me clean up and dust. Your hand rubbing your cock through your pants idly.
I did my best to tease you, bending at the waist to pick things up. Sashayed my ass and let my huge tits fall out of my top. What a naughty maid I was indeed.
It wasn’t long before you couldn’t stand it anymore and I felt your fingers grip my hips as I bend over to pick up a towel. Your naked cock rubbed up and down my ass cheeks, leaving lines of precum to cool against my skin before pressing the head of your cock incessantly against my pussy through my panties. You could feel how wet I was and how bad I wanted you.
It was your turn to tease me though as you dry humped against my panties and your fingers moved underneath the fabric to tease against my clit.
You felt so good and I wanted you so bad, but you would fuck me just yet.
No matter how hard I begged.
I was your toy, your maid, your property and you had to remind me exactly how nice you could make good girls feel.
I have a new boyfriend. Best one yet!
Not only is he handsome with big strong hands, and a big hard cock, and a very talented tongue.
He has an added special talent that I was absolutely in love with.
He came over and over. It’s like his balls never ended their supply of cum and his cock was just amazing.
Even right now. We went from a marathon of me bent over the counter, to me on the table, and now him on the couch with me bouncing on his cock on the couch.
He had cum in me at each location, and I lost count of my own orgasms. His cock so big he stretched me wide his cock touching every inch of my pussy, the wet squishing sounds of our hips connecting making me even more horny and ready for the next orgasm even faster.
I never used to love cum nearly as much as I did now, but knowing he was filling me up. Making sure not just my pussy was full but all the way up to my womb.
I knew I didn’t want an offspring but I think that he might not be given a choice with the way that we fucked and how much cum he pumped into my pussy.
Who knows? So far my pussy, heart, and body belong to this man. Let’s just see how it goes and I’m taking bets on how long it takes to getting that pregnant belly.
So pumpkin spice is out.
I’ve never really been a fan of it but I know it’s a very popular drink and flavor in the fall.
Nick, the guy I’ve been seeing, thought that maybe he’d get on the bandwagon for me and buy some pumpkin spice body frosting he’d found.
I didn’t know our sex life had gotten so bad or slow that he’d felt the need to try to bribe me to suck his cock since it’s one of my favorite things to do…
But I understood exactly what he meant to do when he instructed me to lay on the bed and he proceeded to tie my hands above my head, blindfold me, and put in ear buds of my favorite music to drown out all the outside noise.
All that I was left with was the ability to feel and I admit I gasped with surprise when I felt the wet, cold, finger that smelled like pumpkin pie twirl around my nipple. The sensitive nub tightening almost painfully as he teased, massaged, and covered it with the pumpkin spice body frosting.
I almost couldn’t believe he’d bought it for himself.
“Basic bitch!” I teased only to find a sharp smack to the other uncovered nipple making me cry out in surprise.
My nipple was still tingling with the pain of the smack as he took another finger, coating and teasing the tender nipple as carefully as the first. Then a finger traced between my breast going to my belly button in wet lazy circles leaving my skin feel cold and sensitive. All the way to my pussy.
He took a frosting coated finger and twirled it around my clit and over my labia. All the way to my ass then up again. He touched so much, made every inch of me sensitive and wanting, then he started to lick. It felt amazing and so erotic.
He could be my basic bitch all he wanted if he did this again.
It was the most erotic and romantic sex I’ve ever had and I guess he needed to do something loving towards me rather than the wild, passionate, crazy sex I always gave him.
You know how much I love ice cream and sweets and so of course you have to get me a chocolate milkshake on Chocolate Milkshake day of all days.
What I wasn’t expecting was that instead of us drinking it together you’d want to drink it off me…
Which would be fun in private in our room but you wanted to show off my giant tits. Make all those other men jealous so instead of letting the milkshake melt on our way home. You lean against the table to giving a warm kiss and I feel a large dollop of ice cold liquid land on my tit.
I can see that smooth grin you have as you look me in the eye with an “Opps.” your head ducking down to lick up the milk shake with a long slow lap. “Mmm, it taste even better this way.” you tell me with a mischievous smirk pulling my top down lower dropping another spoonful of the milk shake just above my nipple making me gasp.
You lean down again, sucking my soft flesh into you mouth leaving a small red hickey as you pull away. “Mmmm… Even better.”
I knew what you were going to do next, and I don’t know why I didn’t stop you even as you pulled my nipple out and found us surrounded by multiple men. All with very nice tents in their pants.
I’m not sure I like the smile you’re giving me now. “It’d be a shame to keep all this delicious milkshake to myself when I have such a beautiful vessel to drink it from… Maybe… “ you say as you start to pour the milk shake over me. Covering me with the sweet and sticky chocolate drink. “We should all enjoy you. Every layer.” you say as you lean down and suck the chocolate from my nipple. “Mmm… From every inch.”
I hear the sound of multiple zippers, feel new tongues and lips on my skin. Hands moving up my skirt and shirt, stripping. Sucking… So many everywhere I’m not sure what to think or where to go.
The sensation is amazing and I think I for this night will let these strangers use me as their milk shake for the night as long as they keep touching me, licking me, fucking me…
Man, I’m such a whore for milkshakes. I’m not sure what else to do.
I don’t know why men like my tits so much.
They are big, heavy, squishy, it’s hard to find bras and they get in the way.
But, for some reason men love it when I rub my tits on them, on their cocks, when I let them fuck them. They love to watch me ride them and watch them bounce like the crazy things they are.
They also love to suck, bite, and make my nipples hard. Love to see how wet it makes my pussy and that one I don’t mind so much.
I love the hunger in their eyes too when they cum on my tits, watch me lick it off the soft flesh.
Mmm… Thinking on it maybe my huge tits aren’t a big issue.
It makes me cum for me over, and over. They cover my tits, fill my ass and my pussy. Let me swallow every drop.
Maybe you’d like to play with me?
I want to be fucked so bad, it feels like it’s been so long.
Luckily, you can call me for so cheap. We have so many great specials here that it’s worth the time you get to spend with my perfect, beautiful, huge, tits.
I always thought my nephews were cute, sweet, loving. I was Auntie Brandy and I loved it.
However, I babysat for them this weekend and discovered what little demons they actually are.
We were playing cops and robbers, with me being the cop, and they tackled me to the ground! If that wasn’t bad enough I soon found myself tied up. My wrists attached to the heavy ass couch by it’s leg and I was not able to get out. Which only shows me that the boy scouts are an evil organization that teaches boys bad tricks.
Because, these two little bastards totally took advantage next. They giggled like they meant to have me trapped and unable to resist when I heard “Man Auntie Brandy… You have realllly nice tits.” and little hands groping, squeezing, and abusing them.
The realization that they did this on purpose so they could molest me hit me and I called them out on it “You did this on purpose didn’t you!?” and all they did was laugh as their little hands pulled off my panties and pants. “You’re so pretty Auntie Brandy! Mom isn’t built like this at all!”
I couldn’t believe it! I had lost my panties, my pants, my tits were out of my bra. All by some brats who decided to try some incest with their aunite. I thought the worst was over with their groping fingers and exploration of my tits and pussy but then I felt one of them get between my thighs, his little mini hard on probing at my pussy. “We got hours till mom comes home.” He said as he pushed his little cock into me, gasping with surprise and pleasure as the little thing twitched and came inside of me. His brother shoving him off so he could take a turn next. “We’re going to use you until mom comes home Auntie Brandy!” they grinned at me.
Who thought nephews could be such evil little rapey bastards?
It was wonderful. Great conversation, delicious food, and a very handsome man.
I took him home to my place and he was a good kisser too, I was so excited to get him naked and ride his cock until dawn but as I got on my knees and pulled his pants down he was… Smaller than what I was used too.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it or how to please him, I was used to men who tried to fuck me right in the womb. Who would make me see stars as I choked on their cock. Ones that would hit me in the chin if they fucked my tits!
I wasn’t sure what to do with this little cock. Part of me hoped that if I played with him, got him really excited that he would grow to the size I needed inside of me.
Sadly though no matter how hard I sucked, tugged, or played with him he never got any bigger. All I managed to do was make him cum and boy did he cum a lot. It made me think that maybe he didn’t get this far very often.
I was getting sad. I was looking forward to a night of wild sex and I got catfished by a penis!
I wasn’t expecting much but when he told me to lay down, that it was my turn. He reveled in my body. The way his eyes looked over me like he wanted to eat every inch of me, the way his small spent cock twitched. It made me feel really sexy, but I wasn’t sure still.
Then he used his fingers. Just the right amount of pressure on my clit making me moan, his tongue followed soon and he was good. I mean… really good… I came within minutes and he kept going, and going, and going.
I had to beg him to stop, my body spent from the countless orgasms he had given me with his tongue and fingers and I’m pretty sure he was starting to feel as though I was trying to drown him at this point.
Then he moved over my spent body, my over sensitive pussy clenching around his small cock. Making him feel so good as those raw nerves were stroked and teased. It turned out he was just long enough to hit my g-spot and he did. Fucking me hard and fast, drawing out orgasms I didn’t even think I had left in me.
It was the best sex I’d had in a long time, most of the men I fucked were more about their pleasure than mine and I’ve never been fucked until the point I was sure I’d pass out and this man I thought would be disappointing did it.
I learned to eat my humble pie and I’ll definitely call him when after I change my sheets and I remember how to walk.
“I’m sorry can you repeat that?”
For the third time now. I know my cleavage is impressive but it shouldn’t be that distracting.
Of course it doesn’t help that I wear such a low cut top on a first date. Or the way I trail my fingers up and down that long line of cleavage.
I can see that hunger in your eyes, the way they glaze over as you imagine your tongue licking up each huge tit. Or how they would feel around your cock. Or how they would bounce, jiggle, and move while I rode you. Or hell even if you fucked me.
You wonder if they’re real… Of course they’re real baby. Nothing this perfect could be fake. You just want to feel it so bad though. Check for yourself. I can see your fingers twitching on the table.
I love the way your eyes stare at me, the amount of self control you need. It makes me feel so sexy, powerful, and in control.
Of course, let’s see if you can catch the question again.
“Hehe, sorry, I must be mumbling. Do you go on many dates with people you meet online?”
I’ve never been tied up before but you make it sound so fun.
You told me about how sensual the rope was. How beautiful it’d make me look. How it was like a personal frame for my body. The danger of sex when you couldn’t even wiggle away, and just for fun we left my panty hose on so you’d be able to rip it off later.
I couldn’t believe how right you were. Feeling that cotton run along my skin. The soft burn tug against sensitive flesh as you pull my wrists up. Tie my legs open. Bind my breasts until they look like they’re about to pop. Leaving me open to all your wicked desires.
You start with my nipples. Running your fingers over the hard nubs, the blood forced to stay in them making every touch. Every caress that much more intense. Pinching the hard nubs makes me whimper, my pussy soaked by the teasing touches.
You know what I want but are making me wait. Making me beg for it. I want to feel you inside me so bad but you won’t touch me where I need it the most. I can feel the pantyhose sticking to my pussy and thighs they are so wet with my own juices and I pull and tug on my ropes to try to make you fuck me.
You’ve put me so on edge that by the time you move your hands to to my pussy. Your fingers gathering the soft sensual mesh of the pantyhose twisting it in your fists. I can feel it pull taut against me and I’ve nearly came from your fingers being so close.
My eyes meet yours and I beg, I begged like my life depended on it. I could see your hard cock and I wanted it so bad it hurt. “Please fuck me… Please please please… Fuck me!”
I was told I need help.
That I fucked to much, friends and strangers alike.
My family and non-fucked friends think that maybe wanting a cock in me all the time is a problem. So to make them happy I agreed to see a therapist.
They even picked a respected and well ranked doctor, with rave reviews! They were excited for my bettering mental health and sexual normality.
I wasn’t sure what to expect myself and when I got to the office and saw Loren Silk on the plaque I thought I was about to meet a porn star. Someone with a name like that surely couldn’t be a doctor! She must be ugly.Which is a mean thing to say but…
So imagine my surprise when I get called into the comfy room and the doctor isn’t an ugly or old woman. It was a fit man my age! He was a stud and I wanted to know what his cock tasted like before I even got to sit on that comfy couch.
“Hello, what brings you here today?” he asks.
“Well my family thinks I have a problem?” I purred, leaning forward towards him. Letting him see down my shirt, stare down my massive cleavage. My skirt so short that I knew he’d be able to peek at my panties under the cloth.
His eyes followed down that long line of tits. Especially as my fingers traced up and down tracing over my giant tits.
“Oh?” he asked, his eyes moving up and down his voice sounding a little breathless.
“They think I have a problem… But, I…” I trailed off, choosing my words carefully. “Think I’m just a very open and receptive girl who enjoys my love freely.” I leaned forward, putting my hand on his knee. Noticing a throb in his growing tent. “I’d be more than happy to talk about it with you, every week.” I smiled at him, my hand tracing up his thigh. Watching that growing bulge twitch in his pants.
“Of course as your patient we can… Explore all these…” my hand reached his upper thigh. “Things together.”
“That sounds very promising Miss… Brandy.” he smiled. His hand moving over mine, guiding it to his cock. Letting me feel his very nice hard cock under my hand.
“Mmmm… Mr. Silk I think you’re happy to see me.” I ran my fingers up and down his cock in his pants, pulling the zipper letting his cock free from his pants. My fingers wrapping around the thick staff already dripping with precum. “I can’t wait to what progress we can make with this.”
I think therapy maybe is a good idea. I’ll have to thank my family later, tell them they are putting me on the right path after all.