I loved how he made me chant my cheers, and hold my pom poms as he rammed me from behind, I felt like a true cheerleader phone sex slut. I continued to tease him relentlessly with my cheerleader slut uniform, and all my kicks, and splits…and bending over. He couldn’t handle it anymore! He had to have a piece of this teen whore pussy. As I felt my tight babygirl pussy stretching against his big throbbing cock he ordered me to spell out what I was. “S L U T!”I would moan between thrusts. Soon I was spelling “W H O R E!” And moaning and screaming as he pounded me even harder. I knew I’d teased him so much that he had no choice. He needed this teen cunt, and I deserved to give it up. I was a total skank, just like all the other cheerleaders sluts out there. Before I knew it, half time was over and it was time for the touchdown – lots and lots of cum in my tiny bald pussy.
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Anal Phone Sex: How I Became an Anal Sex Whore
I love anal phone sex. It was an acquired taste, however. One that I developed in college actually. I was house sitting for one of my professors, actually the Dean of Nursing two years ago. She is a lesbian, but I never really cared about someone’s sexual preference. She came home early from a seminar to catch me masturbating with a wine bottle on her kitchen island. I was embarrassed to say the least. She was not due back until the next day. I was so lost in playing with my pussy, I failed to see her texts about being on her way. I thought she was going to kick me out of the program, but instead she suggested I stick the bottle up my asshole. “The cool bottleneck feels much better up the back door than the front door, Summer,” she purred. I was afraid I was in trouble, so I did it. I pushed it up my asshole. It hurt like hell at first, but once it was in about 3/4 of the way, there was no pain. It felt pretty amazing. I looked at her and she had her tits out. She was rubbing them watching me be a little anal sex whore with a wine bottle. I came so hard that day. Not sure if it was the pure pleasure of the bottle up my ass, or my academic advisor and dean watching me while she masturbated. She never touched me sadly because that would get her in trouble with the college if they ever found out. We have had a sexual non sexual relationship since. Essentially, we masturbate for each other. She is a sexy mature lady. I would let her fuck me with a strap on and eat my pussy if she would break the rules. In the meantime, I am having fun getting off with her and being the Dean’s Pet. But you can thank her for turning me into an anal sex whore.
Mr. Hunter’s Cock
I think I’m in love with Mr. Hunter… Well him and his cock.
He’s opened an entirely new world to me and while I still like my jock and nerd, the teacher has proven to be exactly that.
I’ve never orgasmed as much, as well, or as long as I have with Mr. Hunter and he likes me just as I am.
I don’t need to dress slutty, wear tons of makeup, or even try very hard. He likes the way I look naturally. Something about my youth and innocence or something.
I love the dreamy look he gets when I suck his cock, how it twitches on my tongue when my eyes meet his. He loves to run his fingers through my hair and guide me on him. Taking my throat deeper each time, before pulling out just far enough to cum on my tongue. He loves it when I show him how much he came in my mouth before I swallow it.
He loves to explore my body. His big hands touching all those sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had. Not just nipples and inner thighs but behind the knee, the joining of my neck and shoulder, even the inside of my arm.
Our love making always started so slow and sweet. Gentle touches, words, loving and kind.
Then the more we fucked, the harder it became. We began our own dynamic, which was odd for me. I was used to being in charge. With Jacob it was me in charge of our fucking. With Poindexter. I controlled his orgasms. With Mr. Hunter, I called him Daddy after the first few weeks. When he told me he was proud of me it made me swell with pride and made my pussy wet.
I couldn’t cum for him unless he told me I could, it drove me mad being on that pit of pleasure. My breathing hard and ragged but having to wait for a “Cum for me baby girl.” to allow myself to fall into that abyss of an orgasm.
Everything felt so much better, so much warmer, so much stronger.
It was like my mind escaped me and all that was there was the sensations he gave me. I craved his touch, his cock deep inside of my pussy. The taste of his cum, the feeling of it inside of me. Holding a part of him all day with me even when we couldn’t be together.
Knowing my place with him, knowing how happy I made him simply by being the good girl I was.
I love my Daddy. I can’t wait for him to fuck me again.