Phone Sex Interruptus 2

And I hear him give a great animal roar as he pulls back on my hair that's wrapped around his fist, rearing me up like a horse, and mounts my begging ass. Using his knees he spreads my knees apart, my labia are strained apart by the coils of cord, the stretching pain an excruciating delight.

The knowledge that John-Paul is watching every moment of my brutilization by this lust crazed stranger is driving me as crazy as the stranger. In spite of him having a painful grip on my hair and the cord that's cutting into my breasts and cunt lips, I urge him to even greater frenzy.

"Come on damn you. Is that the best you can do? Show me what you can do...fuck me like the crazed beast you are. Fuck me like the cock hungry whore I am. Fuck me like a real MAN, damn you!" I scream at him.

At my goading he yanks brutally on the cord, causing it to cut painfully deep into my swollen, aching, dripping pussy and jerking on my hair, he twists my head back with such force I realize he is beyond any control. His cock is achingly swollen, the furiously purple head seeking out my gaping ass. He runs his length teasingly up and down my crack, playfully dipping the head at my anus. I moan with anticipation, which makes him pull harder on my hair, reigning me in, as he guides his cock into my waiting asshole. Then in one vicious thrust he rams his cocks slick, throbbing inches into my hot insides. Burying it to the hilt in my burning asshole. My cries of pain and pleasure spur him to thrust against my brown cheeks with a vengeance.

He yells my name as if I were his steed "yah, Jackie, yah! Take that bitch. How's that feel, you nasty cock hungry whore. What about it Jackie am I a real man now, slut? Is this man enough for you?"

His hips pound my ass cheeks, his cock reaches deep inside of me, the speed of his thrusts against my ass rim driving him to a frenzy. He is wild watching the edge of my huge breasts crushed by the phone cord, yet jiggling with each slap of his body against mine.

He pulls my head back by my hair, his cock further engorged by the sight of my lust crazed, contorted face. He screams against his coming orgasm. Unable to contain the liquid fury that's building up in his loins, he releases shot after shot of sweet, hot come into my ass.

Already beyond rational thought, the first searing hot wad of his cum that hits my insides drives me over the edge. With a scream like an angry cougar, my orgasm roars over me. I feel myself releasing squirt after squirt of thick, creamy cum all over us and the bed.

The plunging of his cock forces his cum out of my ass and down into my already sopping pussy, where I reach my fingers to scoop up some and plunge them into my mouth. Sucking and slurping up our hot, fresh cream, like the cum hungry slut that I am.

"My tongue wants more of your swollen pussy and your fresh, hot cum...bitch!" he growls.

And yanking his cock from my ass, he shoves my face down into the bed, forcing me down to my stomach. He then runs his hand under my hips, lifting me enough to get my hot, dripping pussy into his face. He then begins to gorge himself on our mingled juices. Leaving me no choice but to scoop up more of our combined cum and ladle it into my greedy, waiting mouth with my fingers. The sounds of both of us slurping and smacking up every drop of cum loud enough for John-Paul to hear clearly. My body is still throbbing with the last thunder heads of orgasm, my asshole flaring with each wave.

Apparently sated by our body liquids, his tongue seeks my mouth, to share more of the heady flavor of our efforts with me. His tongue fills my mouth, and I feel his cock give a jerk. I know then that his cock wishes to be where his tongue is. Swiftly he rolls me over and with his knees to either side of my head and kneeling on my hair, holding my head down, he rubs his sweet and dirty cock along my lips.

"Take me!" He demands. "Suck me clean." And he forces his cock past my lips.

"Yes, I can feel the delightful hardness of your pretty teeth." He says as he runs his length past my lips, over and over.

My eyes are wide, staring at him. At the sight of his muscular, hairy chest, covered with sweat and the still hard, throbbing length of his cock as it plunges in and out of my mouth. I can see by the look in his eyes that he can tell just how much I love feeling his swollen head ramming against my tonsils. And he continues to stare into my eyes as he strokes his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

"I love looking into your eyes." He says. "Watching the pleasure in them as I shove my cock into your greedy throat."

As I begin to really get into the task at hand, meeting his dark, mysterious, gaze, the phone rings. Looking at me, a slow smile begins to form on his full sensuous lips. Reaching over, picking up the phone, his eyes never leave mine and he never falters in the slow, deep strokes of his cock into my flexing, grasping throat.

"Hello, Jackie's residence." He answers.

I can hear the voice on the other end and recognize John-Paul. I can even hear what he is saying to the stranger.

"If You would, turn around and look up into the corner behind You, where the wall and ceiling meet." John-Paul says.

The stranger, who is still making eye contact with me, turns, looking up toward the ceiling. Then turns quickly back to give me a quizzical look. Never slowing in fucking my mouth.

"There is a camera mounted there." He says.

"Yes. It has been there every since Jackie has been my slave. She entertains me with her wonderful imagination and unfailing lust." John-Paul says. "And tonight, You have provided me with a great deal of pleasure too, my friend."

"So, what happens now?" The stranger asks.

"Now? Why you continue to fuck her in any way you please. As much and as often as you please." John-Paul answers. "But...you do so with the understanding that she is my property. And everything you do to her or have her do to you, is to be done in a manner that allows me to observe all that happens. Agreed?"

And looking down at his cock sliding in and out of my puffy, swollen lips and the lust glazed expression in my eyes, the stranger gives me a beautiful, dazzling smile, then turns to the camera for John-Paul to see. Turning back to look at me again, he winks and says "Oh! Most definitely! I agree whole heartedly!"

As they talk and I listen, the stranger is still slowly pumping his hips into my face. The long, slow, deep strokes burying the full length of his beautiful cock deep into my throat. My face pressing against his stomach and my nose is buried in his pubic hair. Then back out, till only the head is in my mouth. And with each stroke, I work my lips, tongue and throat muscles over the full length of him. Stroking and milking his cock. Like the good, obedient cock-sucker that John-Paul knows I am...

Phone Sex Interruptus 1

Fresh from an hot shower, nice and relaxed, and feeling extremely hot and horny...

I walk naked from the bath to my bedroom. I'm so hot and needy. As I pass thru the house I massage my breasts, plucking at my nipples, feeling the electrical charge show straight to my clit! God I need a hard throbbing cock so bad!

Living in the woods as I do, I never even think of closing my blinds or drapes, I love the feeling of having them open all the time. But as I walk thru to my bedroom I have a feeling of being watched. I glance toward the large open window, but see nothing...with no city lights, it's totally black outside at night.

I continue to me room, where the windows are also open and prepare for bed. Sitting, naked, at my vanity table, I brush my thigh long hair out. Usually I braid it for sleep, but tonight I leave it loose for some reason. As I'm brushing my hair and thinking of how badly I need to be fucked, the phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Spread Your legs wide and show me that cunt of yours slut!" a very deep hypnotic voice says.

"Ohhhh, hello John-Paul Sir!" I say as i do as I am told, like a good slave girl.

Turning to face the back wall of my room, that is solid glass, I lean back against the vanity. I spread my legs as wide as possible, setting my feet on the bench beside my hips to make my pussy gape open even wider!

"Now, take the handle of the hair brush and shove it fully into Your nasty cunt for me whore!" John-Paul orders.

I reach down, shove the brush handle deeply into my gaping pussy, even though, unprepared as I am it is most painful. Doing so, I gasp and moan from the surge of lust that erupts in me.

"Fuck that cunt HARD for me bitch! Do it NOW!" John-Paul growls.

And I start ramming the brush handle in and out of my throbbing cunt. Fast, hard, deep, grunting with the effort to do as He demands of me!

"Wait! Where are the nipple clamps bitch? How many times have I told You to wear them when I call?" John-Paul hisses at me.

"But Master, I didn't KNOW You would call, I was unprepared for You!" I plead!

"Shut up bitch and put them on...NO excuses!" He shouts.

Leaving the brush jutting from my now wet, swollen pussy, I reach back and find the nipple clamps laying on the vanity. I then attach them first to my left nipple then to the right one, with the chain hanging down between them.

"NOW...that's much better. Proceed with my pleasure girl!" He orders.

And again, I grasp the brush and begin ramming it hard and fast into my throbbing cunt. Pulling and pinching on my nipples as I do. My head falls back and I hear myself moan, my lust growing and my need to cum building. I can feel my juices seeping from my pussy, sliding over my ass, to drip onto the padded seat of the vanity bench below me.

"Go lay on the bed, the light is better there. But leave the brush inside of you!" John-Paul orders.

Standing, with the brush sticking out from my cunt like a bristled cock, I walk to the bed and lay down. Again spreading my legs as wide as I can. I continue to fuck myself vigorously with the now sopping wet brush handle.

Hearing a noise, I glance toward my bedroom door. There stands a very tall, dark, handsome, muscular man with jet black hair and beard. He's totally naked with a raging erection in his hand. Grinning at me, he slowly strokes his beautiful cock as he approaches my bed.

Motioning for him to come to me, I continue to respond to John-Paul, who I know can now see the naked man climbing into my bed.

"Master, we seem to have company." I softly say.

"Yes, so I can see. Who is he jackie? Why is he there?" John-Paul asks softly.

"I don't know Master, I think he's been peeking into my windows, I felt someone watching me earlier. Someone other then You Master." I say.

As I am talking with John-Paul, the stranger is caressing my neck with his lips. He cruises my entire body with his burning mouth. As he does so, my murmured words to John-Paul became softer and softer.

My telephone receiver has a 25 foot cord, and as I talk, he begins to roll me in the cord. He crosses my breasts with the line, and seeming to want more he takes the receiver, quietly says "Jackie needs to go now, she'll call you back." and disconnects the call.

I know that John-Paul is still watching every move that is made and enjoying watching every minute of my possession by this amazing stranger. So I relax and give myself over to whatever it is he chooses to do with me.

He passes the receiver between my legs, twice, and is able to part my labia with each coil, thus holding my labia wide open for his tongue. He begins to suckle my clit and protruding labia. Becoming crazed with lust and need, I begin writhing and moaning. This causes him to tighten the cord, crushing my breasts against my chest, with the bulk of them squeezing out either side of the cord. This tightens the cord even more against my labia, and again I moan in pleasure.

He then rolls me over, keeping the phone line tight under his knee. He pulls my hips up with his arm under me, bringing my ass into full view.

I hear him whisper "I have never seen such a beautiful, brown pair of muscles in my life." He grabs my hair and pulls my head up, then starts circling my anus with his tongue. round and round. Then pulling on my hair as he dips his tongue into my ass. Pull, dip, pull, dip, harder and harder, his wonderful tongue is probing my asshole. And nearing the edge, unable to do anything but feel and moan, my ass is opening and closing in ecstasy.

Suddenly, my orgasm is roaring over me and screaming out my need, I feel my cum gushing out of my pussy in waves. Squirt after squirt of cum is pouring out of me.

I hear myself shouting "Oh God, oh God! Yes, please! More...harder, faster, fuck me, fuck me. FUCK ME...DAMN YOU!"

And I hear him give a great animal roar as he...