My lovers and I have started preparing for Halloween. Pumpkins, inflatable monsters and pumpkins, eerie music, lights, ghouls and goblins. As we were in the process of digging holes to make zombie hands appear to be coming out of the ground, I knelt down to start placing the hands. No sooner had I bent over the first hole than I felt hands on my ass. I should have known better, but I also really enjoy having my will stripped from me by those who love me, and being taken almost forcefully. So, when those hands slipped inside my shorts and up into my cunt and ass, I was eager, already wet. My breasts were aching to be touched, and soon after, they were being fondled and suckled by my oldest brother. What I DIDN’T expect was when a rope suddenly appeared around one ankle. The next thing I knew, I was swinging from that ankle inches from the ground. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it wasn’t as painful as all that, either. However, when I felt my pants leaving the other leg to dangle uselessly from the bound leg, I knew I was in for it. They took one of the zombie hands, it was fisted over, and they spread me wide. I braced my hands on the ground to make sure that my ankle didn’t take too much damage. They slowly stretched my pussy until that fist finally found its way into me. Then, they started fist-fucking me with that zombie hand. It felt so tight but so good at the same time. When I started cumming, they quickly pulled the hand out of my pussy and filled it, and my ass, up with their own cocks. They never let my ankle take too much of the weight, but they pounded into me over and over again, until they filled me up with their cum.
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Pain Slut Phone Sex – Halloween Prep
Incest Sex Recollections
Guys who call me are, more often than not, looking for some hot incest sex. They love the thought of having their sister sucking or riding their cock; of her sliding her tits or her sphincter onto their shafts and fucking them until they can’t help but explode. Whether the scenario is a hot steamy shower, outdoors while goofing off or working, or even at family gatherings, the requests for incest sex are regular and inticing.
The most recent call I had requested that I reminisce about my first time, and various other times, in which he took me. Naturally, the first time was easy: I recollected the time that he and our other brother caught me half-naked in my room and decided it was time that they tasted of my paradise, and that I learned of the pleasures to be had at their hands. Then, we recalled, together, the times that he found me in the bath, and took me there. We enjoyed a nice, leisurely discussion of our years of incest sex before he left me. It was a really great time.
Papa’s punishment
I walked toward the grungy motel, headed toward room 209 like the message requested. Finals are coming up, and I was short on cash so I started taking calls again. Fuck it, I’m good at it, may as well make something from it. I knock 3 times and wait. ! minute goes by, two, I look around. This was the place, where was my caller?
The thought gets cut off along with my air as the door snaps open and I’m yanked from my feet by my hair and thrown to the thinly carpeted floor of the room.
“Mi sobrina, you’ve brought shame to your family.” I recognize the gruff voice of my grandfather immediately. He never called me niece in English. Well, shit.
“Pappa, wha..” He strikes me hard across the face before I can finish my question. “Don’t you dare fucking speak you little punta. This is how you live up to the name of your father? Being a whore?!” His big, strong hands strike my face again, left, right, left again. I taste blood in my mouth, but I refuse to cry.
“At least I’m a good whore!” I spat. Yeah, shouldn’t have done that.
He growled deep in his chest, picked my small frame up and threw me on the bed so hard I bounced off the headboard, hearing a crunch. “I’ll show you what a good whore is, you sassy little cunt.” I’m too dazed to fight back. he’s on top of me, and I can feel a hot hardness against my stomach. Wrapping his hands around my throat he slams his dick into my Twat. My own grandfather, my pappa, is choking the fucking life out of me and devastating my little cunny! Even in my pain, terror, and confusion the thought floods my ravaged pussy. Everything starts going black. I come to god only knows how long later, and see his shadow leaving the doorway and shutting it behind him. He left a simple note.
“If you insist on using your cunt to make your living, mi sobrina, you will do so for me. Or you will bear the consequences. I’ll not be so kind, next time.”
Oh. Fuck.
Brother Fucking
My brother and I have always had fun together. He has one of the biggest cocks that had seen until I was a teenager, and it was just so convenient for us to fuck each other whenever we could. Today was no different. He surprised me by coming over with breakfast. When I went into the fridge to get some OJ, he crept up behind me and put his stiff cock right against my ass.
I groaned. We had been trying to stay away from each other. He wanted to remain true to his new girlfriend, but I guess he just couldn’t stay away from me. He knew how weak I was and that’d I’d be all over that cock as soon as he rubbed it against me. He grabbed me by the hair and swung me around, then kissed me. We were grinding on each other standing there with the fridge door open. I went to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I deep throat face fucked him for as long as he could stand before he had to have some of my tight, wet pussy.
Kinky Phone Sex Therapy Sessions
Dr. Lynn is in and your therapy sessions can start off with something tame or it can be on the kinky phone sex side. One thing about me is that I will not judge you, unless of course that is part of the therapy you seek. Another aspect of how i like to do my sessions is that I prefer a total hands on approach, and of course that does depend on a case by case factor.
I will explore those topics in the realm of the taboo and those darker sides of sexuality. The only limit is in what you limit yourself to, and of course there is the factor how much your wallet allows you to spend!
So if there is a lingering and questionable situation that you need to explore, then by all means ring up your new therapist for some peace of mind.





















