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My pussy truly has a mind of its own. Sometimes I want to dominate. Sometimes I don’t have to be the one in control. However, Always, and I do mean always, I want to violate your ass hole with my strap-on. I really haven’t figured out why that is. All I know is that my vagina requires the repetitive action of shoving my strap-on in and out of your ass hole in order to truly get off.
To achieve one of those mind-blowing orgasms requires my strap on getting to play. Perhaps there is something psychologically wrong with me but if that’s the case I don’t want to be right. I love having that power over you. Pounding in and out of you as if my strap-on is an extension of an actual cock and balls. Today I am not one bit confused about what I crave. My pussies one true desire is domination phone sex. Right now! With every fiber of my being I want to own your ass, literally!
Make sure when you dial my number that you have some toys ready. Not the small ones. The kind that will gape your shithole quite properly. Surely you are not hesitating?
If you don’t know Brenda, you should. She and I have been friends now for two years. She is a very bad girl, just like me. I think that is why we get along so well. We do not get to see each other often, which sucks. However, when we do get together we have been known to double team the guys we pick up in clubs. As you can tell, we have no problem hooking up with men for a night of fun. However, sometimes that fun includes both her and I pounding a guys ass raw with my strap-on. The guy doesn’t know that is going to happen of course, until it is too late.
We both love when they have no idea. One of us will make out with them, suck their cock a little bit, you know, things to get them super hard. Then they are lead back to the bedroom where one of us is on the bed. The guy usually crawls onto the bed to make out with which ever one of is laying down. They climb right on top after they take their clothes off. Then our legs get wrapped around their waist. We hold them tightly. They are totally exposed with their bare ass up in the air. They think they are going to fuck us, but surprise! The next thing they know there is lube running down their ass crack and a nice hard strap-on attachment pumping in and out of their ass. Yes sometimes they do get angry and try to get away, but they cannot, and within a few minutes they are enjoying it just as much as we are.
I have a date tomorrow night. I am extremely picky when it comes to choosing whom to spend my time with. This Gentleman seems like it might just work out. He is a little older than I, but in this case that is very much okay. I met him through a friend who I have known most of my life. She knows exactly how I am, and how I am pertaining to my sexual proclivities. As a matter of fact, her and I have Dominated various men together off and on. She had him come over one weekend for a BBQ to which I was also invited. We hit it off famously.
I put my number in his phone then forgot about it. Until he called me a few minutes ago. He asked if I would like to go to dinner tomorrow night, then for drinks. I told him that I would love to. After our conversation he texted me. I thought, “Oh no, a clingy man.” I do not like clingy men in the least. I want men who do not need a woman to be by their side all the time. He surprised me though when he sent a short text just saying that he was into Cock and Ball Torture and wondered if at some point, if our relationship progressed, if I would like to do a session with him.
I will have to wait and see what tomorrow night brings to see if that will happen. I do find him extremely attractive, intelligent, and well spoken. All the traits that I find irresistible in a man. As long as the night goes well I think I might invite him to my house for some fun. Even if we do not wind up dating, that doesn’t mean I cannot torture his cock and balls now and then. It is actually one of my all time favorite things to do, besides using my wonderful strap on that is.
Yes you read the title of this blog correctly. I want to hear you Jack off for me. I have this thing for guys masturbating. I watch masturbation porn a lot. I am not sure what it is about it all. Just the sound of a strong hand slipping up and down the length of a cock gets me wet. Yes, I actually do get off on it. I really do not need anything else, just that sound. Hell, if you send me a video clip of yourself jerking off I will even watch it on a call with you, that’s how much I love watching men masturbate.
However, please do not just send me random vids of you stroking your cock. Thank you. Not that I wouldn’t love that but, I do have work to do and I can’t just sit around watching you wank all day, however much I would love to. So let’s keep those vids for when we talk. *smiles sweetly* Another thing I love when you stroke yourself for me? When you pull up my pictures and cum on them. Then send me a picture of that. To me, that is like a Tribute to how fucking sexy I am. Make no mistake, I am fucking sexy as hell, you know it and I know it. If you want me to be a very happy girl, then after our call send me a pic of that! I can guarantee if you do that, after I am done working for the day, I will be in my bedroom, with a toy of mine, getting off to you too.
You have a wonderful day, and think of me every time you masturbate. *wink*
I know you are a wanna be cock riding bitch, and you know you are a wanna be cock riding bitch, so … let’s ride! I know you thought when I said that I wanted to have some fun with you in the bedroom you thought you would have your dick buried deep inside of me. Thrusting away, making me moan with pleasure until you came. No, no my love. I didn’t mean it in that way at all. You didn’t think I saw those websites that you have been visiting, but I have. You want cock don’t you? Oh yes you do. From the looks of the history that you didn’t delete you have craved it for a long time. I didn’t get angry when I saw this, oh no. I became very very happy.
Do you want to know why? Ever since I first met you I have wanted you to take my cock into your man pussy. I have thought about it more than a few times. You are so strong, a man’s man, and to see you below me, reaching back to spread yourself open willingly to allow me to stuff one of my strap on attachments deep inside of you has gotten me wet more often than not.
There you stand. Looking seriously handsome, with flowers in hand, smiling at me as I make my way to the door. You give me a kiss and you tell me I look sexy. I tell you that after I put these flowers in water we will make our way back to the bedroom. The grin on your face is so cute! As soon as I open the bedroom door I have everything laid out on the bed. I can actually hear you gulp, and your face turns the most amazing color of red. You are pretending to be angry, I know better.
I tell you to get undressed. You ignore me, I say it again, with a more forceful tone. I begin to put the harness on, then I pick a lovely dildo to slip into the O ring. I make you get onto your knees to take it into your mouth, I talk about how you really wish this was a real cock, and until you admit that I am right I thrust that cock deep into your throat until you violently start to gag. I stop just so you can finally tell me that you want to taste cock, to feel it grow in your mouth.
Now comes the best part. I tell you to get on all fours, you do and I can tell you are nervous. Everyone is nervous the first time, it’s a normal thing to feel. I am gentle and in no time at all you are moaning like a bitch in a 70’s porn. You tell me to fuck your pussy harder and I happily do so.
I love to attend Dinner Parties. Some think they are boring, but I love the fact that I get to dress up for the occasion. I remember the first one I ever attended. My Parents took me along because they could not find a sitter. My Mother gave me a whole list of things that I should not do and made me memorize them before we left. I was the perfect little lady. I was mesmerized by how everyone looked. The women looked beautiful and the men were so handsome. There was an argument that took place between a Husband and Wife that I found interesting. Everyone else was trying not to look at them, but I watched the whole thing.
I do not remember word for word what they said, but the gist of it was the wife was flirting with another man at the party. The other man was the one who told the Husband about it. The wife was a bit drunk, and she started to shouting at her Husband. She was mentioning things they did in bed, and how awful he was with it all so of course she was flirting with others, because it was the only way she could get what she needed. I woman was so drunk that she was swaying. I had no clue what the hell any of that meant. My Mother came up behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and said to my Dad, “Let’s go.”
I do not know what happened after we left, but over the years I have fantasized about it. I always like to think that at one point she made her Husband pull down his pants and underwear to show everyone what she was talking about. A few of the women in the room would giggle then clear their throat to regain their composure. One or two people would pull out their cell phones and take a pic, so they could post it to Snap. She would just drunkenly rant on and on about how small his cock was. Even though he was being belittled he would get hard and he couldn’t do anything about it because she was in control, humiliating him, and it was turning him on.
I haven’t figured out what would come next, but I do think about that Dinner Party a lot.
Am I a smoker? Usually no, but there are times where I enjoy having a smoking fetish session with someone. It can be pretty sexy. Having you lay down, as I take a long draw on a cigarette. The way it sounds when the embers burst to life. The tip glows as I pull the smoke into my mouth. You watch intently. My lipsticked lips press against the filter, leaving a reddish stain after opening my mouth to exhale. I lean over your cock, then allow the grayish white smoke to waft from my beautiful mouth.
It swirls, snakes, and sensually caresses your cock. We both watch as it is lifted up to dissipate into the air. I smile at you, give you a little kiss on the lips then leave you lying there as I sit in a chair across the room from you. I cross my long legs as I take another drag from my cigarette, you position yourself so that you can watch me. I part my lips slightly as the smoke escapes in a beautiful sensuous dance. Wispy, then fully billowing, I suck the whole cloud back into my mouth before forcing it back out.
I uncross my legs, then lean forward in my chair. Legs parted slightly, resting my elbows on my knees, bringing the cigarette back to my lips. I move slowly into different positions as you stroke your cock. With each sizzle of the hot box, with each inhale, each exaggerated exhale you become stiffer and stiffer until you come as the last swirl of smoke drifts upward .
Shall we play a game? One where you can win a prize? Here are the rules:
1. You will stroke yourself from a point where you are flaccid. You cannot be semi-erect, or erect to start.
2. When you begin to become erect you will close your eyes and imagine my pussy. You will stroke another five times. Then stop.
3. After five minutes of looking at porn (your choice, and you may not stroke while watching) you will then stroke for another five minutes. As slowly as you can. Then you will stop for three minutes.
4. You will then stroke five times,stop and count to fifty, stroke five times, stop and count to fifty. You will do this four times.
If you do not cum at all during the steps listed above, and you video yourself during the whole process (no need to show your face), you can then send me the video to prove that you did not cheat. (Please note: I will not keep your video nor will I post your video anywhere, it will be seen by only me then promptly deleted.)
Then you can call me. You will inform me that you have sent me your video and pay for a 10 minute, then hang up. I will email you when I have completed watching your video. You will then call back and pay for a twenty minute call and for all this you will receive: call while I watch it. You will be on hold for the time it takes me to watch your video. 1) You get to fuck me, and hear me play with my pussy over the phone for you while you jack off for me; and 2) I will allow you to cum. Doesn’t that sound like a great game? I look forward to watching your videos and hearing you cum.
Madame Eve
I had been there for almost thirty minutes when you finally noticed me. I will forever remember the look on your face. It was a mixture of pure terror and disbelief. I know you were wondering how I managed to get in, it was no problem really. I told them that I was your plus one, they said that you already arrived with your wife, and I started to get a little bit loud, other than cause a scene they let me in. That means two people already know that I am acquainted with you in some fashion.
I raised my glass to you and took a drink with a smirk on my face. You put your drink down and I could tell you were excusing yourself from the conversation. You touched your wife on the elbow indicating that you were moving on. She said her good-byes and followed you. You were headed toward the door, you looked at me, I shook my head no, and you stopped. Your wife was looking up at you, more than likely asking you why you decided not to leave after all. You kissed her on the forehead and smiled. She turned around and started to speak with the people behind her.
I waited a few minutes then made my way over to you. I could see you were absolutely frantic, you keep pulling on your Tux jacket and shifting your bow tie. You put your arm around your wife. I smiled bigger and bigger until I reached you. I said hello to your wife and introduced myself. I thought for sure you were pissing yourself. You had sweat on your top lip, you were stumbling over your words. Your wife asked you what was the matter and laughed. You said that you weren’t feeling all that well at the moment.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was the photographer that was hired for the event. She asked me if the three of us would stand together so that she could take a photo. There I was, your wife with her arm around my waist. I could smell her perfume, and I could feel you tighten your grip around her waist. I excused myself and went to the bar. My phone vibrated and it was a text from you, asking me what I was doing there. I texted back that you knew damn well what I was doing there. You asked me to leave nicely. I said, “No. Not until I get what I came for, or I will give your wife some really fantastic pictures that I happen to have in my clutch.”
I turned around and saw you walk swiftly to the bathroom. You texted back that I would have the funds in my bank account in a few minutes. I reminded you that if you wish to continue our little relationship that there had better be a very nice tip included with what you usually give me. I checked my bank account and indeed there was a nice little tip included with the other money. Good boy. I put my drink down, stopped to say goodbye to your wife, she said we should have lunch, I told her I would be happy too. You heard that just as you returned and you immediately turned pale.
I had just made it home when a text came in. It was from you telling me that that was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to you and that you needed to see me. I texted back, “I bet you do baby, I bet you do.”
I know you are pissed. You wanted my job so badly. You worked so hard for it. Put in extra hours, never called off, know the policies inside and out, brought in VIP clients to the firm. You did everything right, except that you aren’t the Boss’s daughter and I am. When I heard how much of a go-getter you are I just had to have you as my Assistant! Sure it is a downgrade in position but I am sure you will love it. You get to look after me, that is a god damned honor!
Every day you come in with an attitude. It makes me laugh actually. I was going to give you a huge raise. One that would put you on par with some of the top people at the firm, but now I’m not too sure I should. I think I will have to have a talk with you. I have an image to uphold and having some pissed off baby in front of my office with a scowl on their face isn’t cutting it. Yes, I think that is just what I will do. Call you in here and give you an attitude adjustment. I mean I really do not need you, I want you as my assistant. There is a very clear difference between need and want, and perhaps after our little chat, you will recognize the difference as well. Let’s just hope you still after your job afterward.