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Kneeling at my stilettos naked as the day he was born, I’m sure the dirty little slut felt oh, so vulnerable. Of course I was fully clothed in my silky black dress with an empire waist and tiny little straps. CFNM scenes always pleased me greatly, sensing his fear, his apprehension, his unavoidable excitement at the harsh treatment he desires in spite of himself. He’d submitted so many times before, little things, foot worship, body worship, even ass and pussy worship. He’d cleaned me when my lovers had left their cream inside me and gobbled it down as if it were ambrosia. But never, ever, had he experienced penetration from my strapon cock, much less a real one. He knew it was coming, I’d been teasing him, warning him… but I don’t think he’d believed I’d really do it.

“Please, don’t…” he whispered as he watched me rise to move to the toy box. I’d given him no warning that tonight was the night. But instinctively he knew tonight would be different and I’d make good on all those whispered promises that both aroused and frightened him. His eyes widened as I removed the thick, black strapon girl cock and lifted my skirt to harness it over the object of his true desire, my pussy.

I’d told him over and over there was no chance he’d ever be inside me, but he’d seemed so confident he could change my mind. With every meeting, his confidence waned. He’d begged, pleaded, cried and whimpered for just a lick, just a taste and my answer was always the same… “No pussy for you… orgasmic denial is your destiny from here on out, perpetual tease and denial.” Now there was no denying the truth of my words, that I’d be the one fucking him. He licked his lips apprehensively as I walked toward him slowly, swaying my hips before grasping his hair and pulling his pleading mouth to the head of my black strapon cock.

At first, his blow job was reluctant, but I could feel the second he accepted, relented and began to give in to his true desires to be my bitch boy. I pulled out the plastic prick and smacked his cheeks, back and forth, dick whipping him and leaving his saliva coating his face. Then I skull fucked him, forcing him to choke on that delicious cock. “This isn’t all I want from you, little one…” I smirked down at him and watched his cheeks redden with embarrassment. “On your back, legs high… over my shoulders in fact… it’s time to pop your cherry.”

“Please, no, Mistress, I’ll be good, I promise…” he whimpered pitifully. I only laughed. “Of course you will!” I told him. “You’ll open wide for me and get exactly what you deserve, that nice hard fuck you’ve always wanted but could never admit to.” He moaned as I slid slick fingers in his ass pussy to ready him for my thrusts. “Open wider, I promise it’ll feel good… in a minute anyway.”

He groaned as I slid it against his rosebud, then steadily pushed it in, deep and slow. I didn’t relent even when he clenched his cheeks. His slick ass was too open, too ready to defend against the onslaught of my conquering cock. When I slid the entire thing inside him, he moaned with pleasure/pain and relaxed just a little as I sped up the thrusting. His moans and groans of pain became panting pleasure as “no” became “yes, Mistress… harder”. So I thrust even harder and harder until I felt him spurting spontaneously all over my belly as I rode his asshole.

I stood up then, with that cock standing straight and hard… and spunk covering my belly and tits. “You’ve made a mess, boy, lick it up!” He shook his head… “Please, Mistress, no, don’t make me your cum dumpster…” I laughed in delight… “Oh, but you already are… and after tonight, since I found out how well you can take it? Well, the next time, it will be real cock you’ll be servicing…” Reluctantly, the cumsucker licked his own spunk from my body and I reveled in his look of disgust as I forced him to eat his own cum… but most of the shame came from knowing he was enjoying the taste of it, the power I had to make him… and knowing that soon, he’d be sucking someone who’d leave loads straight into his mouth. My bitchboy cocksucker was become a well trained whore indeed.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

While I’m not exactly a size queen, I’ve always had the occasional yearning for the dark meat. When my boyfriend came home telling me all about his new supervisor I noticed he seemed a bit intimidated. I put this down to the new boss being younger, better educated and better built… I never dreamed he’d have that magical combination of being a mocha god as well. And I know how very embarrassing it will be for everyone to know you’re a cuckold sissy. Before my boyfriend and I hooked up, my friend Valerie and I spent much time at local bars searching for big, black cock. I settled for a white man with huge earning potential, an invitation to the country club and all the advantages that that being a Caucasian brings.

Despite all that, there’s a part deep inside me that longs for that massive black tool. So when hubby brings home his boss man, I’m shocked to see he’s six feet four inches of dark chocolate. My hands were shaking as I watched his eyes take in my body, his bold eyes rolling from head to toe instantly turning on the proverbial faucet to my warm, wet and oh so willing pussy. I blushed, but his knowing smile let me know he was just as aroused and I was. While the rest of the party mingled, my husband’s boss and I found an excuse to be alone behind closed doors. He wasn’t slow in his sensual seduction… the first thing he did was grasp the back of my hair to pull my mouth to his. I could feel his enormous black snake pushing against my belly while he stripped my shirt, the my bra, allowing both to fall to the floor.

When he pushed my be back onto the bed, he lifted my hips and slipped both my skirt and panties down past my ankles. There I lay, covered only in my silky garter belt, the black lace top stockings and my stiletto heels. One thick knee pried my own apart as he eased the length of his body atop mine. I could feel him dry humping against the silky panties and all I could think of was having that chocolate cock deep inside me, his big purple balls bouncing against my ass while he pumped me full.

We must have fucked for hours, people were knocking knowingly on the door, but neither of us gave a damn. All that mattered was his monster black snake fill me with his delicious semen. Over and over we thrust together, coming and coming until both of us were spent with pure, unadulterated lust. When we finally emerged, everyone knew what we’d been doing, but neither of us cared. I’m looking forward to fucking him again, in fact we have a date this weekend. I’d never had a black cock before and now I understand the whole “once you go black, you don’t go back” thing… wanna know more details? Give me a call for more interracial cuckold phone sex pleasures.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

This should be interesting for all my foot fetish phone sex callers. I’ve been working hard lately and decided I needed a bit of down time. So today I took the afternoon off to do a bit of shopping. I went to a couple of stores, but couldn’t get in the mood to do that serious, heavy duty shopping I show enjoy. Maybe it was election day nervousness, maybe it’s the fact things are between seasons and some of the new styles are just plain fugly… I ended up picking up a pair of cute bright red Guess mary janes. While I was trying them on I decided I needed a new pedicure. I’m sure all you sissy sluts can relate, huh?

My O.P.I. Calendar Girl was chipping around the edges, so I went to my salon for some new polish. I ended up in the chair getting a nice massage while my cute little toesies soaked. It was pure heaven! I ended up getting a new bottle of O.P.I. Rosy Mistletoe-sies… it’s a bit more pink than my usual foot job, but I’ll admit I love the way it looks against my skin with my tan fading and all. I should go back to the tanning bed, but it’s getting kind of chilly here… and I’ll own feeling a bit guilty about my favorite vice since my mom got a melanoma. Maybe I should opt for a spray on tan instead as I hate my glow in the dark pale skin without sunshine (or at least a warm, soothing UVA rays!).

There was a hot guy there getting a cut who kept staring at me. I tried to ignore him, but I could feel the heat of his gaze while my pedicurist massaged my feet with Lush Fair Trade foot lotion. I was moaning sensuously, I just couldn’t help myself, it felt so very good to be pampered so thoroughly. I know I should have restrained myself, tried to look less orgasmically inclined… but, it felt too damn good. I closed my eyes and did my best to ignore him, I really did, closing my eyes and pretending he wasn’t there while my pedicurist finished up. When I opened my eyes, he was gone… end of story, right?

But when I got up to pay, the receptionist said he had already paid and tipped… and left me his card with his home number and cell phone. Should I call him? The jury is still out on that one… but I think at the very least he’d make a very good foot slave! I can just see him on his knees worshiping my beautiful feet and legs. You all know how very much I adore slow, sensual body worship from an oh, so willing cock locked slave slut!

On a related note, I’m really digging me some cute little toe rings like the ones on my Amazon Wishlist… I would have thought all you little toe suckers would have been cumming all over yourselves for the honor of purchasing them for me… was I wrong? At the very least, you should be showering me with gift certificates like my stroker sluts and cuckold cumsuckers do so I might choose the perfect 14K gold rings for my beautiful, well pedicured toesies. For the record, my oh so sensitive Princess skin revolts at anything less than gold. So don’t try to pass off some cheap imitations on me, my smooth, silky skin knows the difference.

On a more serious note… did you vote today? I hope all my phone sex boys are civic minded enough to participate in such a historic moment, no matter where your allegiances lie.

Until next time, stroker boys…

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

Now I’m sure that all of you are as tired as I am of all the election hype. Debates here, rallies there… lies, innuendo and mutual indiscretions both private and public. I might feel some sympathy for the players involved had they not chosen that life… living under a microscope where every single thing you do sexually might come back to haunt you. So here’s a fun little phone sex scenario for tonight. What if you were a politician? What sleazy, filthy things have you done that I, the investigative reported craving a Pulitzer, might uncover?

Do you have a hidden mistress stashed away with your other family complete with bastard children? Do you visit high end bordellos to have your ass beaten and fucked with a strap on cock? Are you secretly cruising men’s rooms before those big fundraisers getting your knees dirty as a cock sucking cum dumpster? Or underneath your expensive staid grey suit, do you wear sissy attire, complete with garters and stockings? Or maybe your wife cuckolds you with your large black bodyguard while you pretend not to notice… or maybe you watch or even fluff that big, black cock? Can you imagine the headlines? What would your public think?

And what lengths would you go to to hide it? Think of the blackmail material I’d have for financial domination… I could make you dance like a puppet forever… just to keep your dirty little secrets. I’d quite adore it of course, taking full advantage of my power and privelidge to make or break you as I see fit. In fact, I do believe I could make you do anything I wanted, anything at all… money, power… or the more basic things. I could make you crawl and worship… make you more depraved than you thought you’d ever become… just think of the possibilities… I know that I do.

Have a special sexual humiliation phone sex fantasy you’d like to play out? I’m available most every day from 8am until midnight at 1-800-356-6169. I can’t wait to hear from you.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

You love it when I strip you naked and tie you down to my bed with silky stockings. You adore it when I tease your throbbing cock with my panties as I strip down in front of you. You want so much to touch me, to feel the softness of my body against your naked flesh. But when you’re bound and I’m in control things rarely go as you would like them to. Tease and denial come to mind. I leave you there, helpless and longing before returning only to tease you once more, tease your cock to the edge with the silky panties I removed earlier… how long, you wonder… have you been tied and vulnerable? Does it matter? …. oh and what will I do next.

When I walk back into the room smiling, you’re sure it doesn’t bode well for you. I’m naked and the sight of my nude flesh under the low lights makes your member throb anew. Alas… I’ll be ignoring that part of you for a while yet. My own pleasure is on my mind. I straddle you, my wet cunt making your belly glisten with my lusty juices. Slowly I crawl up your body until my open pussy is against your mouth… then I turn so my rosebud crinkles against your nose and my moist mons grinds against your lips. You love it when I grind upon you, facesitting phone sex is such a delicious game. You are my throne, a hungry seat for my aching pussy. Ease me with your tongue, slip it deep inside my wet and willing pussy.

I know you love being helpless in tight bondage and forced to service my pussy as an inferior male should. Maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll cuckold you as well. Perhaps my juicy quim will be filled with a thick creampie for you to suck up greedily. Maybe, if you’re a good little slut, I’ll even let you watch him make the deposit you’ll be cleaning up. After all, you are my slave to use and abuse… and this is only one of the many ways a beautiful woman like me can tease and humiliate you. But you’d be lost without me… and we both know it.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
empress.lauren@yahoo.com