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I’m Gemini, your untamed Nasty phone sex goddess. Understand when you call me, you’re stepping into my lair of pure, unadulterated filth. In this place, where I rule every twisted desire with my seductive commanding way.
Soon you will feel a surge of raw hunger for me. In fact my craving is the thrill of breaking you down into nothing but a toy. A toy for my nastiest pleasures. Please note I don’t play nice—I dominate. Obviously, I’m here to indulge in every depraved fantasy that makes your blood run hot and your mind spin.
Now imagine yourself on your knees, stripped bare for me while your body trembles as I take control. It’s my will pinning you down like a predator with its prey. In fact I want you helpless, your skin flushed and slick with sweat as I dictate every move.
Now follow my commands, a chain that binds you to my every whim. That’s right your cock is under my control now.
Finally it is my ass, cunt and any other part of my body that you will worship.
Dirty Phone Sex is an ultimate pleasure when men like you submit to hot babes (like me). So when I hooked a cocky mother fucker with a decent dick at the bar, I took control. He thought he could just call me baby and drool on me, wrong.
Matt had a raging erection when I got him down and straddled his chest. As my skirt hiked up, visibly no panties, with a bare pussy, dripping inches from his face.
“You want this?” I teased, spreading my lips with two fingers. Eagerly showing him how wet I was, my clit swollen and begging.
As He nodded, panting, and drooling, I laughed.
“Beg me, bitch.” He did—“Please, Gemini, let me taste you”—and I sat on his face. Quickly grinding hard, smothering him with my cunt, juices running down his cheeks as he licked, sucked, tongue-fucked me deep. Soon I gripped his hair, rode him till my thighs shook, screaming as I came. And my juices gushing all over his mouth as I let loose drowning him in me.
But I wasn’t done—I never am. Next I slid down, and ripped his jeans off. Boy did his cock sprang up—thick, veiny, leaking precum like a faucet. Oh but I didn’t touch it yet. Instead, I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, slicked my fingers, and shoved two into his ass. With no warning, curling them till he yelped, bucking against the restraints.
There I am fucking him slowly, and watching his dick twitch. He was moaning, incoherent, and I owned him—every squirm, every gasp and every drop of precum.
Finally, I climbed on, sank onto his cock, tight and hot, my pussy clenching him like a vice. But no, I didn’t ride him soft. In fact I slammed down, hips rolling, tits bouncing, nails gouging his chest.
My final words were “Don’t you dare cum” .
I snarled, slapping his face, and he whimpered, fighting it, his balls tight under me. This is control.
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You thought you were sly, didn’t you, John? Sneaking into my room, your hands trembling as you poked through my laundry, seeking out the silkiest panties. But I knew. I always know when someone is craving a taste of my pussy.
Now that I caught you. In fact red handed with my worn panties in one hand. And your dick in your other hand. Just pumping furiously as you inhaled the scent that clung to the fabric. Obviously, you were so lost in your filthy desires that you didn’t hear me enter.
But when you finally looked up, the shock in your eyes was quickly replaced by a plea for mercy. Hmm… or perhaps it was a silent confession of your deepest, darkest needs.
“Look at you,” I purred, my voice dripping with both contempt and excitement. “Caught red-handed, jacking off to the thought of me. You’re pathetic, but I’ll give you this—you have taste.”
You tried to speak, to stammer out an apology, but I silenced you with a wave of my hand. “No words, John. Your actions have spoken volumes. Now, it’s time for you to listen, and listen well.”
As I approached, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Like a predator closing in on its prey. “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you? Jerking off to thoughts of my pussy, and my ass. But you’ve only had a taste, a mere whiff. It’s time you experienced the real thing.”
Then I pushed you onto the bed, “You’re going to make it up to me, John. You’re going to use that tongue of yours and show me just how sorry you are.”
All you could do is nod. And so eager to please, to atone for your sins. So I straddled your face, my skirt hitched up, revealing my glistening pussy. “Lick,” I commanded, and you obeyed, your tongue darting out, tentative at first, then more fervent as you tasted my arousal.
“That’s it, lick my pussy, and my ass. Taste the real thing, not just the ghost of me on my panties.” I could feel your dick twitching beneath me, desperate for attention. Of course it would have to wait. “You don’t get to come yet, not until I say so.” I reached back, gripping your shaft firmly, squeezing just enough to make you whimper. “This belongs to me now, and I decide when you get to release.”
I’ve always known the power I hold over men, especially the ones with that dirty glint in their eyes. With Coed XXX there’s something thrilling about seducing a pervert, wrapping them around my little finger, and seeing just how far I can push them.
Take last night, for instance. I wore my shortest skirt and a top that left little to the imagination, my nipples visible through the thin fabric. I knew exactly who I was targeting: Professor Henderson, the one with the wandering eyes and the reputation for being a bit too handsy.
I cornered him after class, my voice dripping with fake innocence. “Professor, I need help with something… in private,” I purred, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.
In his office, I closed the door, locking it. Then I leaned over his desk, giving him a full view of my ass, and asked about ‘extra credit’. His eyes were all over me, but I was in control.
Commandingly, I made him sit, then stood behind him. With my breath in his ear whispering how I knew what he wanted. In a demanding assertive tone I told him to unzip his pants. Without hesitation he obeyed. Immediately his erection sprung free, eager for what was to come.
Obviously I teased him, using my foot to stroke him, watching his face contort with need. Even making him beg was a thrill. Furthermore and demanding I made him say the dirtiest things he’d thought about me. Ultimately I found this intoxicating, having this power, making him my little puppet.
When he was on the brink, I stopped and scolded him. Lastly, In telling him he’d only get release if he did exactly as I said, from now on. Eagerly his agreement was a whimper, a promise of subservience. Here, is when I left him. Purely unsatisfied, but with the promise of more control games to come.
In this dance of seduction and control, I’m always the one leading. And they? They’re just my playthings.
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Whispering filthy encouragements “You really like being my back door slut, don’t you” and noting how “Your a good little faggot” as I continue to penetrate your man cunt.
Now that you are breathing heavy and gasping with every thrust I know I have you in your place. My Strap-on Mean Phone Sex is exactly what you crave.
And as the dominant goddess I am happy to drive my dick inside of you. When it comes to making you a little subservient bitch boi for me this strap-on play sure does the trick.
Again your breath came in ragged gasps, as your hips trying to move against me. Whether it’s to take more or escape, you just are not sure.
With a little more filthy encouragement I ask if you want more. Can you handle it more intense baby? Followed by a laugh as I tell you that you have no fucking choice.
Next thing you feel is the vibration of a vibrator places up against the base of my dildo. With these vibrations to the dick inside that man cunt waves of pulses soar through your body.
Finally with a leather gloved hand my caresses fall upon your engorged shaft. Slowly and softly I stroke. Almost a teasing caress I play with the tip of that dick. Then I slide my cock from that ass.
With intense sensations that suddenly stop I feel you heave a sigh of relief but mixed with a bit of disappointment. Then I come around and smile at you as you hear a mans voice address me.
Finally smiling sweetly, I grab your cock and tell you to be a good boy now and let the bull daddy take his turn. My time is done with you and you are about to be owned.
My Domination Phone Sex will have you worshiping my feet. Understand that power of a foot job is meant to control you. But before you can even begin to entice in the pleasure and joy you must serve me.
Tonight, you will learn the art of worship. And it will not be my cunt, nor my ass that you are to worship. That’s right you are focusing on my feet. And My feet are the only thing that will make you cum this session.
Alex swallowed, his gaze fixed on my feet, which seemed to beckon him. He moved closer, the scent of my perfume mingling with his nervous breaths. He inhaled it deeply as he took in the silkiness of my skin. Extending one foot towards him, and he hesitated only for a moment before taking it gently in his hands.
My skin is soft, the arch of my foot perfect under his fingers. He began to massage, his touch firm yet reverent, feeling the tension melt away under his palms. I gazed at him, a slight smile playing on my lips. Then my other foot teasingly came close to his face.
“Now, let me guide you,” my voice sensually commanding. I moved my foot, pressing it against his chest, then slowly down his body, leaving a trail of warmth. Gently wiggling my toes as I moved.
Alex’s breathing got unsteady as my toes brushed against him, a sensation both ticklish and arousing. He leaned back, following my lead, feeling the power I held over him, a power he willingly submitted to.
“Use your hands,” I then whispered. Like a good slave he did as commanded. In doing so his fingers tracing the delicate lines of my foot, from heel to my toes. Then, I directed him lower, my foot now between his thighs, pressing, teasing, in a dance of dominance and pleasure.
The room seemed to grow warmer, the air charged with an electricity that made every touch, every movement, feel like a spark. Alex, under my guidance, learned the rhythm, the pressure, the way to move that would bring me pleasure as much as it did him.
As the session continued, the line between giving and receiving blurred.
With pleasure becoming a shared experience. And a silent conversation between two bodies. Mistresses foot moved with precision over Alex’s cock. Every stroke my feet and toes danced against his shaft brought more power and pleasure. Here we have a lesson in the art of the foot job. And here we entice with teaching him not just to serve but to savor the act.
When I finally allowed him release, it was with a final, masterful stroke of my foot. While my eyes locked with his.
Come on and embrace being a pervert and Jack Off For Me over the phone. One thing I want to know is what is your favorite porn. Next thing is what’s in that arsenal of yours for jerking off.
Obviously a sexy babe like myself has lots of opportunities in life. This is especially true in my sexual encounters. Needless to say, in a matter of speaking anyway, I’m a woman that can get what she wants. And I know how to get it. So, this brings into the selectiveness of my sexual experiences.
First of all, I am Bi-sexual. If not even a bit more into exploring another woman’s body over taking dick. Of course I love dick and have my needs. Honestly though, I use men. Fuck it, men use women all the time to sexualize. And with that in mind I fucking bank off of it.
Finally, when I am milking the money from perverts so they can get their fucking rocks off, I am happiest. And that means being a filthy little control freak Whore is quite a great fucking time. So again I say, Jack off for me like the filthy fucking pervert you are while I degrade and humiliate you to my desire and advantage.
In conclusion, you need me to control you. Thus your desire to call me when you are completely controlled by that dick will be strong. I will hypnotically guide you into the best orgasm ever as you stare at my cunt. My voice will direct and control you. Just allow yourself to become weak for me, as I am your Goddess.
Now that we understand your place is beneath me. You will be more inclined than ever to give me everything just to allow you to cum for me.
This headline is so true! I love getting off on Dirty phone talk. And even what’s better is you cumming hard for me. My filthy shit hole is a hot topic of late. And honestly I understand that a slammed open ass pipe full of scat makes some men really squirt.
Now tell me what kind of things are dirt to you? Is shit play and asshole pumping too dirty? Maybe your more into seeing this hot slut pissing on her desk. I bet that would make your pervert dick throb. And perhaps getting my golden stream pouring out of my cunt all over that dick would be exciting.
Honestly all kinky and filthy topics are hot to me. I have even pissed in a champagne flute and made a client drink it. He drank my warm piss down while I jerked his cock off and continued to let my nectar flow on the floor. Then like a good boy he got down on all fours and started to lick it up.