Butt Stuff

 We Love Butt Stuff

Nothing better than a little dirty pleasure, right? I’d say not. My favorite dirty little secret is how much I like Butt Stuff. I mean, really, nothing gets me off more than taking a man’s sweet, tight ass hole and busting it wide open, how you like it up to you, from objects, to toys, to produce.

Picture this, you come to see me and my tight, taut body. Then just when you think you’re going to get some, I switch the mood on you. I dim the lights, bust out my leather whip first. You’re standing before my black and red four-poster bed. There are whips, chains, straps, and anything else your heart may desire. Strip, big boy, I want you in nothing. First, I start by whipping your chest, then I trail my whip lower. Smack, right in your flaccid little cock. Oh, you thought I wanted to let YOU fuck ME? Not even close. I hope you are ready for Butt Stuff.

Now that I have how your dick and balls are nice and red, turn around. Bend over, let’s see how pink your cheeks can get. After a few smacks with my whip, I realize I need something bigger. Next, I reached for the hardest and thickest paddle I have. Now is the fun part, I pull out my cat of nine tails. Now I’m seeing purple cheeks. Just how I like them. Then I get out my latex gloves. First, I lube up a few fingers. As I grip your as with one hand, I slowly slide one finger, then another, then another, until finally I’m wrist deep in your once tight asshole. You like that, don’t you? I know just what you like. And it’s Butt Stuff.

Butt Stuff And A Tight Asshole

Now I want you on all fours. Bark like a dog. Beg for it! Of course, I obliged. I can’t resist you. I slide a condom over my pretty pedicured toes. Just like Foot Worship Day, this will make my pussy cream. Obviously, you know what’s next, don’t you?  That’s right, it’s time for Butt Stuff. As I grip my bed frame, I slowly slide my pointed toes inside of you. You like that, don’t you, as I wear you like my favorite pair of stilettos. Then I speed up my pace. Sliding the whole length of my foot in and out of you. Until I’m ready, eventually kicking as fast and powerfully as I can. You can’t do anything but moan, bark, and beg for more.

I walk over to my dresser, not letting you see what’s next. As a matter of fact, I grab a leather mask that only has a mouth opening, fitting it on my face. You see nothing. You hear nothing. Darkness and feeling are all you have to rely on. Now, don’t you worry, you will be feeling a lot. I trail whips along your body: multiple, so you never know where the sweet sting of my whip is coming from. First your chest, then your ass, now your belly. I let loose a barrage of slaps all across your body.  I make you yell; I love Butt Stuff. 

Finally, everything stops, as the darkness consumes you. No noise, no sight, all of your senses cut off. I’m sure you feel relieved, right? It all stopped, hasn’t it? Except it truly hasn’t. As your ass muscles clench around a foreign object you can’t see. You have no idea what it is. It feels thick, doesn’t it? Soon you will be open and deep.

The Climax

“Let’s see how deep you are, hmm, open up for me.”  As I continue slowly inserting a nice, long, cold Louisville slugger deep inside you. I enjoy doing Butt Stuff. After this, I know you will want more.  Finally, I have it to the bottom of the love tunnel.

Your brown starfish will be wrecked. Now you still don’t know what it is. But as I speed my pace, make sure you feel every single inch. I’d say I’m ramming you with 18 to 20 inches with every stroke. Like you don’t like it, you’re just as naughty as me. With a very hungry asshole. I can hear your barking and begging for more, even through the mask. Don’t try to lie. This is the Butt Stuff you dream about.

Next, it’s your turn. “Let’s see how bad you want it, I call out to you. As I do you begging, rocking as quickly as you can. I see your frustration, so I help and meet your thrust to make sure you get your asshole fucked nice and deep and hard. Until finally I see your body tense. Which is my cue, I grab the bat with both hands and start ramming that wide open asshole. As your breathing increases, your moans become feral, and I finally see you lose your load all over my floor. Basically, after this, you will be my ass whore.

 I remove your hood so you can lick it up. Reward for a job well done. Call me the Mistress Of Phone Sex, and I’ll tell you more of my dirty thoughts, and we can do Butt Stuff together. While you taste my sweet cum drip in your mouth. Besides, we both want to see just how far we can go.

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