Jack off for me; I can feel your eyes roving over my naked form as I saunter into the room, my hips swaying seductively. My enormous tits bounce with each step, and your cock gets harder. You would like those luscious, pillowy breasts engulfing your throbbing cock, but you need my cock sucking whore throat.
I sink to my knees before you; my eyes locked lasciviously on your straining erection. I can see the thick veins pulsing along the shaft, a map of your arousal. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around your girthy rod, barely able to close my hand around it. “Suck it whore!” You say, and without hesitation, my lips part to engulf your cockhead. I begin to ease more of your length into my hot mouth, inch by delicious inch. My throat constricts around you as I take you deep until my nose is buried in your pubic hair, and your cock is lodged in my gullet.
I can feel myself starting to gag, my eyes watering at the intrusion. And when you see that, you push my head down further. “Suck my fucking cock bitch”. I relax my throat and start to swallow around you, massaging your sensitive cock with the muscles of my esophagus. I can feel you throbbing in my mouth, growing even harder at the knowledge that you’re fucking my face, and I love it.
Pulling back slightly, I let you thrust between my lips, using my mouth like a sloppy cock sleeve. My tongue lashes at your shaft with each bob of my head, slurping on it the way you demand. I look up at you with half-lidded eyes, silently begging you to use me harder. To take your pleasure from my body as I choke and gag on your magnificent manhood.
But I can’t help the darker impulse that stirs within me—a wicked hunger to devour everything in my path. To assert my control and dominance, to mark you as mine. As you near your release, I allow my teeth to graze your cockhead, just enough to make you gasp. I can see the trepidation in your eyes, the uncertainty of whether I’ll push you over the edge or send you careening into pain. But I know you won’t stop. You’re too far gone, too desperate for the relief only I can give you.
So I increase the pressure, my teeth sinking into your sensitive flesh just as your climax hits. I can feel you pulsing against my tongue, your hot seed jetting down my convulsing throat. But instead of the pleasure you expected, I twist your nipple hard, sending a bolt of agony through you to mingle with your release.
You cry out at the sensation, your Cock spurting even harder into my greedy mouth. I swallow it all down, reveling in the knowledge that I’ve pushed you into new dimensions of sensation. That I’ve marked you, both inside and out, as my plaything. I look up at you with a wicked grin, my face glazed with your spend. “You’re mine now,” I tell you, my voice raspy from the abuse my throat has taken. “I own your cock, your balls, your very soul.” So who’s the Taboo phone sex whore now?
