Friday, November 30, 2012

Cold story...

  She arrived at the hotel and waited in her car, staring at her cell phone. He was watching her, she was certain of that but, she had no idea where he was. She turned off her lights and sat still, willing the phone to ring. She hated when he made her wait. Then again, she loved it too.
She brushed a wrinkle from her dress and smiled. Her huge tits free under the flimsy material. The hem of the dress barely over her upper thigh, when she bent over her bare ass cheeks would show. He had this dress delivered. Told her, he wanted her to wear just that and heels when she came to him. She did as she was told, she was a good girl. She waited and wished he'd call.
As though on cue, the phone rang. In the silence of her car the ring sounded so loud it startled her. She blushed at her own jumpy reaction and then answered it, her heart racing, her excitement almost tangible in the air.
"Yes, Sir?" She answered.
"The dress looks good on you." His voice sent thrills up and down her spine.
"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for it. I like it."
"Room 117, the back corner. The door is open. Go inside and I will call you back." The phone clicked and he was gone.
She took a deep breath and opened the car door and stepped out. Making sure she set the alarm she walked across the parking lot, glancing all around, trying to figure out where he was. She couldn't see him but, she could feel his eyes on her as she walked. Halfway across the lot her phone rang. She looked, it was him, she answered it.
"Show me your ass." He was smiling, she could hear it in his voice.
"Here, Sir?" She asked, looking around.
"Now, pull up the dress and show me your ass." The phone clicked again and he was gone.
She looked around for him and again found no one but still, his eyes burrowed into her. He was close. She reached down and pulled up the dress slightly until her lower cheeks were shown. Taking a deep breath she pulled it up further, showing her bare ass and pussy off. She didn't know which direction he was in, she quickly twirled around to make sure he could see. She was bright red, her embarrassment burning in her but also excited.
She held the dress up for a moment longer, making sure to give him a good view and then quickly dropped it and walked as fast as she could to the room door. She had no idea who else saw her little display and the idea of strangers staring at her, displaying herself for him, made her pussy ache. She was his to display.
The door was indeed open and she slipped inside and closed it behind herself. The drapes on the windows were wide open and she thought for a moment about closing them. Before she had a chance to decide, the phone rang again.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Leave the drapes open."
Dammit, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. . .very nice view of your ass. You did well." She beamed with pride at his satisfaction. "There is a present for you in front of the mirror."
She looked and there was a box, tied with leather ribbon sitting there. "Thank you, Sir." She went over to it.
"Open it." He commanded.
She undid the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a PVC dress, short enough to just cover her ass and two holes for her breasts to hang out the front of it. There was also a blindfold of black velvet.
"Go to the bathroom and put it on." He commanded her. "Leave the blindfold, that is for when you come back out."
"Yes, Sir." The phone clicked off. She took the dress and went to put it on, she was a good girl.
The dress was skin tight. She had a little trouble sliding it over her skin but she managed just fine. Adjusting it, she looked in the mirror, her big breasts displayed, nipples hard. The hem barely below her crotch. She looked so wonderfully slutty for him. She got wetter and wetter staring at it and wondering what was next. The phone ring made her jump.
"Stop fidgeting and looking at yourself in the mirror and come back out now." It clicked off again. She blushed at how well he knew her. Grinning, she brought the other dress folded up with her as she came back out.
The room was flooded with light. The lamps in the room had been shut off but outside the window was a SUV or truck or something with huge flood lights filling the room with a blinding white light. She tried to shield her eyes and walked back to the desk in front of the mirror.
Her phone rang again, she answered it immediately, "Put down the other dress and put on the blindfold."
She did it at once, glad for the darkness the blindfold gave her. He didn't say anything for a long moment and then, "I like that on you. Turn around and show me." She twirled and showed him the outfit. "Mmmmm yes. Do you like it?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Her voice was small.
"I love how your sweet tits are free and I can almost see your pussy." He chuckled. "I think the man who just walked by the window likes it that way too," her face flushed bright red but, her pussy got even wetter.
"Now bend forward and grab the table." She did. "Reach back and pull your dress over your ass." She did. "Mmmmm yes. . .but you know what that outfit needs?"
"No, Sir." She shook her head, her long blond curls bouncing as she did.
"A little color." The phone clicked off.
She screamed when the paddle hit her ass. She had thought herself alone in the room. She had no idea she was not and the sudden sensation of hard wood against her ass, the ripping pain and heat of it made her scream. The paddle struck her five times hard and fast. . .and then stopped. The phone rang.
"Yessss ss, Si Sir." She was trying to control her breathing, trying to not tremble. She could feel her pussy literally dripping wet now. Her ass cheeks burned like they were on fire.
"Mmmm...Yes . . . A little red ads a certain something to it, don't you think?" He asked her and then laughed.
"Yes, Sir." She agreed.
"Just one more thing to be added though my sweet. You need to accessorize. . ." Long deep sigh, "I guess I will have to show you won't I?" The phone clicked off.
She was more prepared when he hands grabbed her now. She knew she was not alone. As the leather gloved hands grabbed her big tits and squeezed the nipples, she moaned, it felt so good. When her nipples were fully hard the hands clamped them with clover clamps, the steel of the clamps biting her and making her moan.
The leather covered fingers explored her wet slit next, pulling her labia and then clamping them as well. The bite on the metal made her squeal and shake. She was trembling so badly right now, she couldn't help it. Then the fingers pinched her clit, she exploded. So much build up; the touch on her clit was too much to endure without cumming.
And then the hands were gone again. She stood there shaking, feeling her cum dripping out of her and down the clamps. The phone rang. She answered it but could not speak.
"I like how the cum makes the silver of the clamps glisten. It reminds me of diamonds. I think it is very pretty." He said. She nodded. He laughed.
"Now the outfit is almost complete." He continued. "You only need one more thing."
Oh God, she thought, could she take one more thing?
There was a metallic clicking. The sound of chain behind her. The phone clicked dead in her hand. She heard movement and then his voice.
"Just one last thing." Not on the phone now, right behind her.
Then his hands around her . . . not his hands. Leather. . . Metal . . . Clicked home about her neck. A collar. She began to weep. She felt she could not stand and he held her up.
"Now . . . now it's finished."
She collapsed into his arms. Yes . . . Now she was complete.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Halloween Treat for you!

Forget Gagnam style... I much prefer it doggie! ;) Hope you all are having a fantastic, fun and safe Halloween and that I will get to talk to you again VERY soon!! MUUUAH!


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

New lower fall rates!

Dirty Phonesex to warm you all the way to your...toes :)

  FALL! FALL! It's here~ it's here! How do I know this? Because the Halloween store is open... and the calander says so. Absolutely my favorite time of year, without a doubt. Love sweaters, crisp air, hoodies, apple and caramel desserts, fires crackling everywhere... *sigh* love love love... and to celebrate, I have lowered my rates! Low low low... call moi for some sticky sweet phonesex and help me stay warm without my sweater.. or hoodie... or panties ;)

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Naked Phonesex MILF? Where?

  Words, words, words... all these words... a little less conversation, a little more action, as the saying goes :) Here is a new pic for you all, I hope you enjoy it enormously :P hope to talk to you soon!

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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Storytime once again... purrrr...


  Her ass was high in the air, pillows boosting her up so her pussy was pointing almost straight up. Ropes wrapped her body like spiders silk on prey. She was helpless and held in place, at his mercy.
The room was lit by candles, the warm light giving everything a golden glow. Her skin, so sweetly pale was glowing in the light, making her look somehow magical and ethereal. As she waited her anticipation grew as did her arousal. Her pussy lips were open and her hot waiting slit dripped cum that ran down her belly and made the carpet under her wet. She was ready.
He touched her and she jumped, having expected to hear his approach she was taken by surprise when he was just there beside her. The feel of his leather clad fingers stroking her sent shivers through her whole body. She purred in response and she could actually feel him smiling at her.
His fingers traced down (up?) her body to her waist and gently caressed her hips. Pausing for a moment he pulled at one of the ropes and it allowed her legs to spread slightly and in so doing, opened her pussy up more. Her juices dripped out of her and tickled down her skin.
She heard him doing something and then felt a strange sensation. Something rough and cylindrical being teasingly placed between her lips. It was not thick and felt warm. It was not until he began to slide it into her that she realized it was a taper candle, one of the long candles that lit the room.
Moaning as the long wax base of the candle penetrated her. She trembled at not only the sensation but, also the thought of the humiliation of being fucked by household objects. As he slid it into her further. Her body shook with a small climax and he paused until she was done and then wiggled the candle a little in her.
"Clamp your pussy closed, hold this tightly." His voice was smooth and deep like chocolate.
"Yes, Sir," she responded but he touched her lips with a leather covered finger.
"Shhhhh...just do...don't say." Again the voice washed over her and made her wish she could taste his words. They were delicious.
"Hold it tightly no matter what." He said and she knew enough to just do it and not ask why or agree with him.
As she clenched her pussy tightly around the candle he began to play with her ass, slowly using one finger to tease all around her hole and then tickle her until she could barely keep the candle up. "Careful." He said, "That candle is lit my dear. . .you really don't want to drop it."
Oh my God! She thought. It was lit? She had a lit candle in her pussy, the idea of where it would go if not kept up sunk in and she clenched her pussy tighter. She trembled slightly and that small wiggle was enough to dislodge some of the liquid wax apparently. It ran down the shaft of the candle in her and the hot wax spilled over her lips. She cried out but held it tightly still.
"Good girl." He said and she smiled. Those words would inspire her to walk into the flames of hell if he asked. Holding this candle was nothing compared to. . . .
The second spill of wax was more and it ran down her lips and over her clit. The heat so intense she came without any warning. Her body shook and more wax spilled onto her pussy but still she held the candle up. Finally she recovered and lay there trembling and holding the taper in her pussy like a good girl.
Again she could feel him smiling at her as she lay there and she smiled in return. His finger went back to playing with her asshole, only this time he was rubbing slippery lubricant all over it and sliding his finger into her, greasing her up.
She shook as she realized what would be next and was not surprised really when the second candle was pressed against her tight asshole and slowly worked into her. He was so gentle as he slid it deeper into her ass, filling her up and making her feel almost like she would shred from both holes being full, even with the candles being slim.
He let out a little laugh and began to work the candle in and out of her hole, fucking her ass with it. She moaned as it violated her ass deeply. . .sliding way into her and then back almost out and then in again . . . she felt her pussy literally dripping cum out of it . . . the hot wax from the candle spilling over her lips and clit again and again, the pain so exquisite . . . so wonderful now.
She was shaking as he stroked her hair and calmed her. The orgasm had been so intense, she had forgotten where she was momentarily and the candle had nearly fallen over. As she clenched her pussy tight on it again it straightened back up and a little more wax trickled onto her.
At last she had regained her composure he kissed her back and rubbed her shoulder affectionately. She smiled and held the candles upright. Then she heard it. The sound of a match being struck. Then the acrid sulfur smell hit her.
He lit the candle in her ass and blew out the match and then nothing. He said nothing else, made no noise, didn't touch her. For long minutes she waited for something to happen. She felt like time had stopped.
Then it happened all at once. The candle in her asshole dripped wax first and the hot liquid seared her and ran down her crack in both directions, onto her back and pussy. She jerked from the feeling. The candle in her cunt splashed wax onto her pussy. She reacted. The candle in her ass spilled more and then the one in her pussy. . . .
Both candles showered her with hot wax, she screamed and came and screamed until she didn't know what she was doing any more. She cried out but didn't hear any sound as her body shook and she tried so hard to keep the candles held up but, more and more wax spilled, she was trembling, crying, cumming, she couldn't stop any of it.
As she began to spin in her mind she forgot the world. Heat and being full and orgasms and fire filled her mind. She felt flames licking her all over and they were so good. They tickled her and set her on fire from the inside out. She screamed again as she spun in the air, just burning and loving it, the heat part of her.
She was curled in his lap when she finally opened her eyes. . .not burned . . . not on fire. She was crying or at least had been. He stroked her hair and kissed her gently. She snuggled her face into his chest and enjoyed his touches. His fingers were hot from the gloves he had taken off. . .almost like little points of fire on her skin...she drifted off again. . .

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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Moving into the 21st Century... :)

I am FINALLY on Twitter! Make sure to follow me there for quick updates that aren't on my blog, surprise rate drops, free minute games, etc. Sometimes there is just SO much going on, it can be hard to find time to blog, so keep me with you all day on Twitter! Hope to see you there!


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