Sole Saving Masturbation Phone Sex


I don’t usually seek the services of woman when it comes down to it–for anything.  I prefer my hair to be done by a man–my nails too.  It isn’t that I don’t think women can do me right–I know they can.  It’s just that I’m always looking for opportunities to indulge in masturbation phone sex.  I prefer men (not that I haven’t tried or would do a woman again).  I prefer hard, passionate cock in this mature phone sex pussy.
I am also in therapy–it’s ongoing.  I’ve been in therapy for a variety of mental “hiccups” but never for this desire for masturbation phone sex, cumming or getting off to the general filth that people desire.  Recently, I switched therapists.  I thought a more spiritually based counselor might be able to help me figure out how to achieve peace with the fact that I am addicted to sex.
But there is a more sinister phone sex plan at play with this whole idea of working some spirituality into my life.  The clergy to me represents a conquest–the ultimate in sexual repressors these ‘minions of God’ have demons in their semen too.  So, as an experiment I started to flirt with my current counselor and found that if I pour my legs into the right open toed shoes–if I slowly remove the shoe and expose my sole (as opposed to my soul) I can get something for nothing–free help in exchange for total submission.
I have to admit watching the change that comes over my counselor as the power switches into the bottoms of my feet makes my pussy weep for him.  Sometimes I imagine as he is cleaning my soles with his tongue–and I am chastising him for not paying attention to me and my problems I finger my pussy and paint my toenails with it…hmmm Love making him clean that up and since I constantly get paid to have him do this for me I think I’ll stick with this counselor for awhile.  Although I imagine our masturbation phone sex souls aren’t really getting any cleaning–my soles are white as snow!

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Masturbation phone sex addicts cannot hide from Meredith


I see you for what you are the moment you hit my cock stroking phone sex number.  Even though you are probably hundreds of miles away from me in physical location I KNOW who the fuck and what the fuck you are-a masturbation phone sex addict.  I know you are a guy–white collar–probably very well off and well-connected.  You might even work for the Goddamned Government for all I know.  Sitting at your computer desk your dick hole leaking into your expensive Chinos while you surf the web on the tax payer dollar!  Yeah that’s you–the fucking pervert who strokes his dick 6 to 7 days a week dreaming of a woman like me to milk your cock and your fucking soul.
And the clincher is I KNOW you can’t find what you’re looking for in the real world.  Masturbation phone sex addicts are never satisfied.  They can never cum enough.  They can never be teased enough.  They can never GET enough of women like me who exist for the soul purpose of exploiting your wayward wanking dispositions.
I eat fucking pervert phone sex souls.  That’s what I do.  I consume them, chew on them in front of you and then swallow them down where my pussy brews a nice concoction for you to suck out with the pixie straw I am making you hold between your fucking deprived lips.  You deserve to be pussy crushed by my delicious cunt for trying to live a lie.  Strong!  Yeah, strong is having your dick held captive by me in the most delicious an sadistic phone sex ways.  My bite is fierce but only after you have been lulled into a false sense of security with me.
You will never know what grabbed that cock until it’s spurting like the flopping section tail the iguana drops when it tries to get away ohhhh way too late.
You’ll have masturbation phone sex with me–time and again you’ll drain your balls and be back for more–as much as the post sounds bitchy–I’m stroking my cunt and licking my fingers in anticipation of you laying it down all for me!

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Masturbation phone sex fetishes and chastity

It’s a cold January morning and you’re home alone.  That wife of yours has gone to her work at the local newspaper and your kids are on the bus.  You slip into your bedroom that you begrudgingly share with your wife and start rooting through the phone sex panties in the top drawer.  You’re finding it hard to fit into her panties these days.  You’ve lost a lot of weight.  You decide to go completely naked when you pick up the phone to call me for cuckold masturbation phone sex.  As you have done so many times in the past your heart races as I answer the phone.
And so I agree with your slutty phone sex ass.  Losing weight means you should dress better than your wife can provide so we’ll go shopping together.  I like high on the hip, stringy thongs that push your bag up and in like a gaffe–those are the type of fetish phone sex things you will wear for me during our masturbation phone sex sessions now.  If you do not get those for me soon, I guess I will have to punish you by making you fuck that hairy pussy phone sex having wife of  yours.
When you begged me to not make you do that I knew I had hit a very sensitive area.  So I used this information to make you only call me Mistress, Ma’am or other monikers that signify your place in my life.  You are but a servant for my masturbation phone sex pussy.  You lay back on that bed and dream of sucking my husband’s massive cock–pushing your phone sex toy in and out of your dick sucking lips.  It is his cream you crave isn’t it, Nikki.  You get between my legs, where my phone sex cunt of a wine glass over flows with the medicine to cure all your sexual ills.  You’ve come home–and you’ll never leave again.
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Masturbation phone sex with a little brother/sister incest


Morning wood.  Gotta love it.  It rises to the occasion whether or not there is anyone available to take care of it.  Most of the time, horny brothers home alone during Christmas vacation will take masturbation phone sex matters into thier own hands.  Laying back on the pillow with eyes closed they dream of delicious and dirty things as they rub those horny, needy cocks.
Then the little sister comes into the room.  She’s all bouncy and cute in her short, thin pj shorts and barely there tank top.  The promise of a ride to the ski resort has her jumping up and down on you squealing her thanks for something that hasn’t happened while that big brother phone sex morning wood aches under the sheets.  A task is incomplete–and your sister bounces her beautiful body atop you.  What’s a big brother to do?
What any big brother should do to his naughty phone sex sister.  He comes onto her.  After all, growing up in a religious family has its real downside and the lack of parental support has caused siblings to explore the realm of incest phone sex play on a semi-regular basis.
But then, little sister lets slip that she’s going to “go all the way” with her boyfriend soon and that makes big brother so very jealous.  He starts to play with her, that aching wood calling for masturbation phone sex attention.  He starts to fondle her and she coos and accepts the teasing as usual.  Doesn’t want to cheat on her boyfriend though.
Big brother knows that it’s not really cheating unless you go all the way.  That’s when he decides right then and there he will deflower his young phone sex sister–virgin phone sex a favorite flavor for him–and he will get his “boys” through the gate first–he wants his sperm to rule the day.  Impregnation phone sex is his first love and it’s his hardest cum with his masturbation phone sex sister.
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Masturbation phone sex cuckold girlfriend phone sex


I love it when a guy sends me masturbation phone sex videos.  The types of videos my callers choose tells me a lot about that guy–very few words required.  When I receive a “hot one” I like to share it with my other masturbation phone sex guys.  Sometimes, just sending me one video is enough for me to get 5 or 6 guys off depending on what it is the phone sex video is about.  Recently, I sent a cuckold phone sex video to one of my long-time regulars.  It just so happens that night I was busy having masturbation phone sex with other guys and we didn’t get to talk.  This horny phone sex caller watched the video, though.  He then couldn’t stop thinking about me.  He messaged me repeatedly to see if I was off of my mutual masturbation phone sex call.  I wasn’t.  He left me that evening with a steel-cut erection and a lustful desire to try again the next day.  Boy when we did hook up we talked about the video–how the MILF phone sex girlfriend fucked the well-hung black pool guy right in front of her boyfriend.  She sucked it, fucked it and then made her boyfriend eat her pussy while that dark meat slid in and out of her phone sex cunt.
My caller craved the saline taste of the black man’s cum too.  That’s something that never gets old with me–my masturbation phone sex caller eating out my freshly fucked and filled pussy.
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Pastoral Addiction to Masturbation Phone Sex

The truth will set you free will it not?  So succumb to your masturbation phone sex tendencies like I did.  Stop denying yourself complete indulgence of your lustful, sinful desires.
Three years ago I sat my ass in a pew and prayed for removal of my lustful tendencies.  Even as my ass kissed that pew I felt like a phony because I knew the truth about myself.  Praying to false Gods and pretending to be holier than thou only served to keep me down in the cesspool of all the other phonies who go through the motions of life to impress thy neighbor.
Sermon delivery by the pastor always made my loins swell up and often I would either masturbate in the ladies room of the rectory or I would manage to make it to my car.  His blue eyes brimmed over with the fire and brimstone messages that made me feel so guilty I could only be driven to cover up the shame.  I cover my shame with masturbation phone sex on my horny fucking pussy.
Raising his long arm skyward as if calling the heavenly host down his eyes would find me and there they’d lock.  Visions of us entwined in serpentine sexual positions his cock embedded in the holiest of holy cunts and me shooting him with the holy water of my pussy.  Over and over again I’d have this dream and wake with the powerful urge to engage in various acts of masturbation phone sex.  Sometimes I’d use toys and at other times I’d rub religious articles on myself and get off onto them.  I loved knowing that the stink of the flesh bore deep into the fibers of whatever it was.  I used rosaries and pages from the bible sometimes.  Just depended on my mood.
When I received the call that the pastor needed to speak in private with me about a spiritual matter I avoided the appointment for several weeks.  My attendance at church increased as I moved my delicious phone sex as up pew by pew until I sat in the front row.
That spiritual matter involved a psychic connection to the dreamscape of my mind.  I twirled my ankle and saw his eyes lock down on my feet.  Sweat broke out onto his upper lip as he engaged our prayer with a well-hidden hard on behind the pulpit.  Pastors who preach often have the most masturbation phone sex and they tend to sniff out the lustful cunts of the spiritually sick.  He knew.  I just knew he knew.
He shook my hand at his office door and sniffed the perfume exuding from well placed dots of my scent on my inner thighs and ankles.  He remarked about my calf muscles being so taut–the result of all the mileage I run to stave off perpetual desires for masturbation phone sex.  I sat across from him and crossed my legs allowing him to see the bare, shaven appendages’ descent to my very sexy feet.
We started to talk and I shared with him that my sex life at home had become so rote that I just couldn’t stop masturbating.  Masturbation stopped satisfying me even though I did forbidden phone sex things with religious articles and I felt like I needed to have an affair.
He kept staring at my feet.  And that is when I went for the jugglar:
“You think about us twisting up like Satan’s serpent don’t you, Pastor?  You stand behind the pulpit and your cock is hard as you pick the apple of the day from the congregation of feet that you behold.  The beautiful feet.   Look at my soles, Pastor.  Behold the tree of knowledge from which you should not eat, but you must.   Look at them!  You need them.  I need you.  Bow before them and serve the appropriate Goddess–walk with me in the garden of sin.”
He dropped to his knees and came to me with my leaking cunt exposed–no panties.  Who the fuck wears NO panties to a meeting with a pastor?
Someone like me–someone addicted to masturbation phone sex as much as you are.This masturbation phone sex blog post is written by Meredith.
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Masturbation phone sex with naughty Nina

Cucked and phone fucked–Reality phone sex cuckoldry
Call me the reality phone sex queen of cuckoldry.  Look, everyone knows I love a good fuckin’ fantasy.  Lord knows I do–and I love playing out detailed scenes that involve open legs and cunts that foam at the mouth–but I take great interest in a guy who’s willing to plug his perverted prong into incorporating a little fantasy into his lifestyle.  To be honest, I don’t know many who will–(Jersey slut was one and he has signed up again to serve me after the holidays) push themselves into reality based phone sex.  When someone does–I get excited because this is where the REAL masturbation phone sex fun resides.
M emailed me yesterday afternoon and it seems that his need for masturbation phone sex with me had surpassed his will to stave off his cravings with someone less dirty.  A few hours passed and sure enough, the phone rang and just prior to that I received the following picture in my email for my viewing pleasure.
Seems that M, who we will forever refer to as Nina from now on, finally accepted that she just needs to slut out and give herself over to my care.  She knows that our special sort of phone sex arrangement requires of her to dress this way.  And I don’t want her dressing in attire that is sophisticated because this cuckold phone sex Mistress requires a trashy whore to do her fluffing and other sexual chores.
So we took some time to get reacquainted with each other and I shared with Nina photos of the kind of cocks I like to fuck.  Substantial visions of dark dongs in full erect glory flooded the cucky cunt’s email box.  Once visually educated by what I like, Nina acquiesced to her role as a wanton receiver and full time fluffer–her “dick” will never feel the velvety grip of cunt again. Masturbation phone sex  Mistress Meredith takes no less than 9″ in her pussy–no exceptions.
Tonight I escaped the prison of my home and found myself in the welcoming bed of a man I’ve been toying with fucking for while.  My initial plan consisted of an recondite rendez-vous post holiday festivities, but instead I moved that plan way up after my cucky slut made me cum multiple times during our cuckcold phone sex call yesterday.  The line about allowing me to inject my ass fat into his to make his butt more womanly did it–I couldn’t stop thinking about it and so I moved my date up to reward my cucky whore with a delighful and creamy dessert:
And so take a moment to say hello to Nina, my new cucky phone sex slave.  More to cum from this little bitch to be sure.  And please do enjoy the final pic of my slut branded in permanent marker with his devotion to me!

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Masturbation phone sex Erotica:  The Trip

This is the first masturbation phone sex piece of erotica I have written.  I plan to post this story on other message boards and hope to hone my skills as a legitimate producer of well-written and reality based erotic stories.
In this story, there is an exchange of power.  The wife, a spoiled trophy wife, is put her in her place by her husband–a man clearly going through some sort of mid-life crisis.  Please enjoy reading and feel free to comment.  The plan is to produce these on a regular basis

Masturbation phone sex with Meredith

James pulled his BMW 320i  into the driveway with The Doors blasting “Backdoor Man.”  Now Jim Morrison, that was a man.  He had women eating off his crotch as he downed bottle after bottle of whiskey.  Spent his life being the God of rock and cock.  But a name was about all he shared with Jim Morrison.

James pulled into the garage and turn off the engine, sighed and looked into the rearview mirror.  Game face.  Yes, he got his corporate kick back.  The rewards he gleaned for the hard work of others.  Stepping on faces to create his.  Smirking he grabbed his iPhone and computer bag and got out of his car.
“Well, hello there!”  Pamela stood at the sink, her perfect ass in a perfect pair of Calvin Klein skinny jeans.  Mentally, he wondered if that ass was worth the $25K he dropped on it a year ago.
She turned to face him?  “Well?”
“I got it!”  He pulled out the paper check and she grabbed it.  He didn’t even have time to pull it out of the envelope.  He watched as she masturbated it with her French manicure–a glazed look in her eye.
“Well, that means we’re going right?”
“Of couse, dear.  We are going to San Francisco.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to call Uncle Dave.  He will be thrilled to see us!”
She gave him a light peck on the nose and took the check with her to the sink where she started a monologue.  There would be enough left over to pay for her tummy tuck and breast lift.  There would be enough left over for them both to have new outfits for the trip.
“So should I book our flights?”  She said, coming up to him again with her low cut Ann Klein showing just enough cleavage.
“I’ve decided we’re going to Griswold this trip?”
“What?”  Her blue eyes gleamed in the kitchen.
“Ya know?  Drive.  See some shit.”
He kissed her and tried to squeeze the ass he paid for, but she just pushed off and disappeared into the other room.  He heard her pick up the phone and the spate of excitement that spewed out of her mouth made him want to shove his dick in just to stem the flow.
Later that night he tried to get a piece of that expensive ass.  She was reading one of her “self help” books.  This one was called, “30 Ways to Have a Perfect Marriage.”
“Do you ever stop?”  She giggled, holding the book down.  She looked good in her pink negligee.  One of the spaghetti straps had fallen and the smooth shoulder–it looked like a raven’s claw.  He started to kiss it as she continued to squirm and then looked at him with those blue eyes, “Ok big boy, I think you deserve it.”
His boner ached.
“Lay back,”  she reached under the covers and pushed down into the waistband of his boxers.  “Yeah, that’s it.”  She started working his dick with that hand.  Then with her free hand she started to read her book again.
He sighed like a puppy getting a belly scratch.  He truly felt more like a pet than a husband sometimes.  The surge in his dick hurt so bad he decided to make the most of it just to relieve the pressure.
“Hey, you earned this moment–it’s all about you!” She looked over the top of the book casting her eyes upward and her mouth in a bow.
“Thanks, honey,” he said.
She kept stroking him and reading her book.
He folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.  Flashes of the things that groupies did for Jim Morrison danced in his head.
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Pamela had been taking the piss out of him for years so hijacking his bonus for a trip to see her miserably perfect family fit the routine.  He did all the work of course, plotting routes, packing the car, and booking hotels.  She walked out of the house wearing an expensive sundress not a care in the world.
  They’d gotten about 50 miles outside of Farmington, New Mexico.   There she sat in the car seat next to him.  The radio playing her music.  Tapping her feet and expecting him to laud Sir Paul and mourn the unfortunate Lennon.
James thought back to the time when he maintained a certain standard of manhood.  Butler University, Indiana.  The girls threw themselves at him then with his boyish Jim Morrison-like looks.  He played tennis and excelled.  On top of his game he played the top position.  The women came hard and fast.  Then he met Pamela.
Pamela the perfect mother-in-law’s dream:  demure, polite, sweet, and extremely beautiful.  Her long blond hair resembled silken gold and her eyes captivated him in a sea of blue.  They had sex on the first date.   Stormy and delicious  their first sexual encounters blew him away.  The undertow of the intense romance gone, he stared out the windshield as the long road stretched before him listening to the fucking Beatles.
Not what James signed up for.
Well, Pamela might have been the dream wife in the beginning, but now she epitomized all he hated about the marriages of his friends and even that of his own parents.  Non-stop complaints about everything.  Her words became nothing more than garbled noise over the years.  He thought of his father on family vacations driving down the road as his own mother yammered on and on.  From the back seat he could see the knuckles on his father’s hands turning white from the undue pressure on the steering wheel.  James’ gaze dropped to his hands.  Familiar picture.
He was successful.  They had money.  What the hell was wrong?
She looked in the visor mirror and made a quip about fucking crow’s feet.
Sick of this shit.
Sick to death of Pamela’s oral defecation.
He turned to look at her as the desert wind whipped in the crack in his window.
Fuck her.
Yeah that’s what she needs is fucked.
“She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Take off your pantyhose and your panties.”
“What?”
“I didn’t stutter did I?”
“No.”
“Slide them off now.”
He had taken her off guard.  She choked on her own breath.
“Seriously, you must be out of your mind,” She said and then she laughed.
She’d cut him from his manhood and now she laughed at him.  This made his cock ache.  He wanted to fuck her on the shoulder of the road and then throw her from the car.  He wanted to leave her on the highway with her cunt stretched and filled to the brim with the salt from his balls.  It turned him on that she was wearing that expensive sundress by Christian Dior.
“You’ll do it.”  he shut off the Beatles, but maintained a placid demeanor.  This got her attention.  He pulled the car off to the side of the road, 15 miles from the Four Corners Monument.  He glowered at her, but said as calmly as he had ever spoken to her,  “Get the fuck out Pamela.”
“You must be kidding, James.”
“Get out of the fucking car, Pamela.”  His voice cool, collected and even toned.  He leaned over her lap and opened the car door.
“Now, you’re going to slide off those fucking pantyhose.  You’re going to slide off your panties.  You’re going to hand them to me.  You’re going to spread those fucking legs and behave like the woman I thought I married.”
A blush rushed over her face.  “Shut the door, James.”
“Jim.”  He said.
“Shut the door Jim.”  She said again.
He shut the door.
Abashedly she pulled up the dress, and one by one, removed her undergarments. She handed them to him, but did not look his way.
He smiled.  Then reached over her quickly, opening the door and pushing her out onto the dusty shoulder of the highway.  “Maybe some trucker will mistake you for a trick.”
He shut the door, sped off.  A glimpse in the rear view of her stamping her foot and screaming in frustration felt better on his groin than her distracted hand job!
He held the musk of her pussy infused panties to his nose and inhaled.
He stopped the car a few feet ahead of her, threw it into reverse.
He pulled up next to her–“Get in.”
The words knocked out of her, Pamela climbed into the passenger seat with her hands folded into her lap.
 Jim tossed her unmentionables out the window.  They landed in the red desert sand.  Putting the car in motion, he switched on HIS music for a change–The Doors–Five to One.
He took his free hand and slid them under her skirt and tossled the wet wisps of pubic hair at the crown of her pussy.  He pushed his finger down onto her clit until she moaned.  Not caring if she was moaning in pleasure he pressed and pressed hard.  Then he began to roll her button in a circular fashion.  First clockwise and then counter-clockwise.  He felt the slime of lust on his fingers.  He looked at her and licked his fingers clean.
The approached the Four Corners.  He pulled in.  This was a popular spot in which people would fuck.  It seemed almost cliche.
He stopped the car and turned to her.
“You are lustful aren’t you, Pamela?”
“Fuck you.”  She said.
“I plan to.  I plan to fuck that non-stop mouth,”  he ran his pussy stained fingers over her lips, “I plan to fuck this pussy,”  he rammed two fingers into her cunt.  When she began the familiar rhythm of impending orgasm he pulled them out, “I plan to fuck this asshole,” he dangled his finger into the one place his cock had never been.
For the first time in 10 years Pamela did not speak.  Jim’s cock devoured the beautiful silence, fattening itself up for a gluttonous feast 10 years in the making.
“Get out of the car.”
“We’re not doing it here,” she said.
“You’ll do it or I’ll leave you here.  Don’t think I won’t just drive off and leave you pantiless out here in the middle of fucking nowhere, because I will”
She got out of the car with a face flushed with vulnerable anger.  She stood near the hood of the car.  He shoved her by the shoulder to her knees. She winced.  Her pained expression played a different tune along his manhood.
Using his right hand he undid his fly and unleashed his rock-hard meat.  His eyes rolled back enjoying the new feelings of confidence and power. The surge of feelings rushed straight to his erection giving it a new power and life previously unknown to Jim.  She gasped at the sight of it, but he made her service him orally.  His lack of hesitation at using her mouth this way surprised him.  His cockhead plumed out like a plum and she had trouble accepting it into her mouth.  He forced it in.  He fucked that bitch mouth and made her gag.  He did love her, but exploiting her mouth by force felt right.  He started mouth fucking her.  He slid his rigid organ fast and deep as she made gurgling and choking sounds.  He nearly came beholding her from above with her saliva coated chest and smeared lipstick.  He halted the show for the moment when he spied people coming around the corner.  They stopped and pointed as if they’d never seen two people having oral sex in the desert before.  He pushed her off and zipped up his fly.  Not offering help, he turned and headed back to the car leaving her in a puddle of exposed embarrassment.
“You fuckin’ dick.”  She said as she stumbled to the car.  That expensive dress had red clay sand stains on the hemline.
When they got to the motel she was bitching about having a sore throat.  He processed the words, but did not comprehend them because his unrelieved cock still needed to cum.
She came out of the bathroom drying her hair mouth still moving.  He came up behind her and bore his cock, rubbing it all over her clean hair.  “You smell so good, Pamela.”  He rolled his hands up and under her arms and started to squeeze her nipples.  Then he pinched them hard and firmly between his fingers so hard she gasped.
“What is wrong with you, James”
“We’re on vacation.  Road trips make me horny.  Your mouth felt so good around my cock out there at the Four Corners.”  He bumped his large cock into her backside and pulled her to him.
She spun around  with a crooked smile across her mouth.  He envisioned his cock employing her mouth much like a cunt.  Grabbing his cock like a porn star he smacked her across the face with it.
“You know, I was gonna put out but I think I’ll go to bed,”  she thumped his cock with her finger.
She started backing up toward the second bed in their hotel room.
He picked her up and threw her down.  He forced her night gown up over her thighs and ripped her panties from her body.  His cock sliced into her slit, but did not make landfall.  He reveled in the bath-warm tissues of her womanhood and reared back to try again.
“No, Jim!”  Pamela whined.
Using her palms, Pamela pushed against his hairy chest as hard as she could.  Jim leaned in with his entire body to stabilize her but she managed to bite his neck. She wriggled out from under him and fell toward the hotel room door.  Bent over and gasping she watched as Jim wiped a trickle of blood from his neck.
He laid on the bed and looked up at her with a sardonic smile.  His head hung over the side of the bed loosely, but his erection jutted up proudly.  He could feel her looking at it, wanting it.
“So, this is the deal, I’m going to get another room, fuck this and fuck you!” She started to turn toward the door to go out.  Jim rushed her and because he’d used the chain on the door she could not escape him or his steely hard-on.
His mouth fell to her ear, “Oh Pamela,”  he moved his hands over her body again and squeezed firmly around her left tit, her nipple was hard, “your body betrays you.  So wanton.  So lustful.  So, so fucking filthy.”
He pushed his free hand between her legs caving in the satin of her nightie, “I’m going to take you.  I’m not going to take you because your cunt drips for me either.  I’m going to take you because I own this ass, these tits, and your beautiful fucking mouth.”
She spun around wearing red rimmed eyes and a look of utter determination.  She smacked him across the face.  Hard.  Her fingerprints appeared on his cheek.
He reached up and touched the rising welts and licked his lips.  “Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have done that.”
He scooped her up and threw her down on the bed.  Her legs fell open and reluctantly allowed him to unload an afternoon’s worth of sexual greed.   His cock entered instinctively and he found her interior to be wetter than he had imagined given her resistance.
He felt her body give ever so slightly under his thrusts from between thighs she tried to force closed.  Her whimpers fell on deaf ears.  He became reckless in that moment as he turned her on her back and held her down at the shoulders.  He reared back and forced his cock into her pussy again making her wail.  The soft moisture of her cunt became a drug.  He felt stoned and uninhibited.  So unlike the emasculated recipient of a puppy dog hand job.
His ass pumped up and down on her like a jack hammer as she looked up at him through gritted teeth, “Jim, please stop. You’re hurting me.”   Submission laced her voice with a smallness that made his cock even harder and more weapon-like.  His cock sliding in and out, out and in.  Each and every one of his hard, pounding thrusts shifted the balance of relational power back to its original state.
He pumped harder, driving deep into raw womanhood.  He almost came but he held back.
Using his body to hold her down he tore the night gown the rest of the way from her body.  Her breasts dolloped with hard nipples swayed and bounced beautifully as he turned her over again.  He leaned down and kissed her.  Her mouth opened to accept his tongue, the only affirmative action she’d made toward his advances thus far.  They kissed as he fucked her with her legs completely open.  Pamela started moaning and whispered lightly of eminent orgasm. “I think I’m going to cum, Jim.”
He pulled his sopping wet organ from her dripping cunt and glared at her beautiful, broken body.  “Pamela, Pamela.  You are now officially perfect!”
He lurched down and took a nipple  into his mouth between hardened lips and sucked it hard. It popped out of his mouth and snapped back into place against her pink areola.   He repeated the act with the other breast and smiled a toothy grin as her nipples stared back at him in full erect glory.
He stood and brought her to her feet as they kissed he guided her to her knees in front of the bed.  His cock jutting into her face.
“Hungry, Pamela?”
“I need you, Jim.  I need to taste you.”  she said as she clutched her aching mound between her legs.  Her mouth agape at the sight of him rubbing his hand up and down his pussy drenched cock.  Pamela looked beautiful to him now.  Her mouth opened ready to receive.
He jerked off to her insistence that he use her face and mouth to deposit his sex juice.
Spasms began at the base of his balls as his semen rose up the shaft of his cock.  His ass muscles clenched in rhythm with the spasms from his balls.
Suddenly he decided to change course to complete the transfer of power.  He lifted her light and airy body from the floor and drew him back to his hungry mouth.  He spun her around enjoying the view of her soft ass as it wiggled.  “Place your palms flat on the bed.”  He said.
He reached down and peeled apart the blossomy cheeks of her perfect ass.  There were dimples above each round cheek.  Her ass crack emanated a clean, womanly smell.  He spit down into the crevice enjoying the ivory froth’s decent into her virgin asshole.  He took his swollen, mushroom cock head and entered her slowly enjoying how each accordion fold opened and engulfed his cock.  Her back arched upward to accept her anal deflowering.  She winced with pain but his body and state of mind allowed no other conclusion–he must empty within her.
 His ass muscles now on auto pilot a  The cum just kept coming and coming.  He looked down at his dick as it drilled in and out of her now creamy asshole.  Despite her protestations she gave in and allowed the anally stimulated orgasm to awash her in a submissive glow she thought long gone.
“What took you so long?”  She said.
This masturbation phone sex blog post is written by Meredith.
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Masturbation phone sex and exhibitionism

The exhibitionist in me loves masturbating with my clients.  I am often asked about my favorite fantasies and specific sex positions.  I often have a hard time answering this question and this caused me to ponder and meditate on my enigmatic approach to masturbation phone sex.  I, then, figured it out.  I enjoyed putting on the show your ears loves to hear.  Fetishists call this a form of exhibitionist phone sex–I agree–I get off on showing off for your listening pleasure.
And it isn’t that I want to be visually beheld–I love the way I sound when I cum.  I did a call over the weekend (ended up being a very long call) with a gentleman whose interest in hearing me masturbate exceeded my greatest hopes.  We talked about girl on girl porn (something my regulars KNOW I crave) and then we started sharing clips.  Before long and with this man’s encouragement I began to masturbate and talk about the delicious sex acts we watched together.
And it wasn’t just about watching the actions (although visually they stimulate me very much).  The sounds of the girls cumming into each other’s mouths and pussies left me completely speechless and in tireless need of one orgasm after another.  I guess this man tapped into some special vein that turned our masturbation phone sex call into a mutiple Meredith cunt creaming fest.
And the things that escaped from my lips!  The filth and the unadulterated and uncensored dirty talk about cocks in my ass and cum in my hair–holy shit.  I squeezed out another one just spewing the words from my mouth for him.
And then we talked about me shopping at the sex toy store–and how he’d like to buy me a special dildo for me to use when I am on my masturbation phone sex calls with him.  I loved the idea and so I took him up on it.
It wasn’t the man’s fantasy that turned me on so much as his desire to have me parade my orgasming pussy into his ear and hear my dirty talk flow as freely as normal speech.  Masturbation phone sex has never been so wet for me!
This Phone Pleasers blog post is written by Meredith.
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Masturbation phone sex + naked woman–open season on masturbation phone sex fantasies

Masturbation phone sex that starts in the nude.
Sometimes I prefer to never get dressed in the morning.  My masturbation phone sex job allots me the freedom to do this.  I am eternally grateful for the uninhibited feelings that wash over my body when I decide to stay naked all day.
My unclothed state provides a great visual for my callers.  Oftentimes a man asks “what I am wearing.”  Sometimes I can tell he’s holding his breath waiting for the proverbial over-reaching descriptors of an outfit he can’t really see.  Erections do cloud a man’s rational thinking and so usually it’s easy to buy whatever is being sold–but when I am naked all day and receive a phone sex call from a guy who asks about my attire, telling him I am naked becomes a simple and to the point segue into mutual masturbation phone sex fantasy.
If I choose to be naked all day then chances are I’m also periodically fondling myself.  I find it much easier to reach down and play with my hot spots.  I do this whether or not I am on the phone.  I find that it keeps me juiced up down there and ready to fuck when the time cums.  When I masturbate between calls I do edge myself.  I edge play myself because I love to save the “money shot” for my masturbation phone sex caller.
With a bare body at the start of a phone sex call I can readily morph into any role play scenario requested.  The limitation set by clothing inhibits imagination.  Men who enjoy role play phone sex enjoy a woman without inhibitions.  I find clothing and wearing certain things sometimes to inhibit mine.  I like to stay naked all day because it enhances my joy in pleasing the men I phone fuck.
Being nude puts me in a vulnerable state of mine.  I become easy prey for the man who is dominant.  I become malleable to the needs of a demanding cock in ways that my wardrobe denies me.  Stark bald submissiveness results from staying naked all day.
I awoke this morning and remained nude.  Glean from this information what you will.  Unadorned and open I await your decision to choose me as your masturbation phone sex fantasy today.
This Phone Pleasers blog post is written by Meredith.
Call Meredith at 1-877-596-6352
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You can IM Meredith on AIM at mutualmeredith