On the Other Line

On the Other Line

This was a truly magical experience. I’ve always wanted to play with someone on the other line. It was so deeply erotic to me, being pounded into complete oblivion while the cuck on the other end whined.

“Oh my god! That feels so good, Roxanna! Pound my little white girl pussy!” I moaned as my ebony lover eviscerated my cervix with her 12 inch 3 fingers wide strap. Max jerked off on the other line ferociously. I smirked as I squirted like a firehose on her purple cock.  Roxanna laughed, throwing my legs over her shoulders as she thumbed my clit. “You’d never let a man fuck you like this. Hmmm, Ava?” She purred in my ear.

 A pathetic man on the other line

“Absolutely not!” Groaning, I worked myself even deeper on her strap till it felt like my pussy would pop. “Men are only good begging and on their knees.” “Is that true, Max? ” Roxanna mocked as she placed the phone on my chest. I wanted to make sure Max heard me loud and clear as I came.

“Yes! Yes! I’m Goddess Ava’s dirty little subhuman male cuck,” Smiling, I widened my legs for her as the sounds of Max’s fapping became even louder. He loves this. My precious little sex atm on the other end just getting off on hearing my pussy get demolished. Nothing got me off more than making him suck on panties while I got my guts rearranged by a beautiful woman, “Thank you for allowing me to know my place, Goddess.”

Cumming to a grand FINISH

At last, I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer, and with Max on the other line, I came like a freight train. Max was locked safely in a chastity cage, and I was here being fucked like a porn star. Everything was right in the world and in my pussy as stars danced in my field of vision.

Roxanna worked me, deeper, harder, and more than I ever thought possible. She folded me like origami, and I couldn’t help the depraved moans that fell from my throat. Max viciously continued to masturbate as I began to sensually humiliate him on the other line.

“Aren’t you the biggest whore around, Maxie?” I suppose deep in my throat as Roxanana kept fucking me deep in my insides, I continue, “It makes you so hard knowing that my holes are tore up. Your cock must be hard as steel, or well, I suppose it would be if it wasn’t crushed in that little cage.”

Caged on the other line

While Max was on the other line, I registered his panting as he continued to struggle for climax. The only way he was going to get it was if he worked his ass hard enough. There was no dick touching allowed on the other line. The only release dear Max would get would be from his ass, or if he could manage by rubbing the cage.

Closing my eyes, I pitched him helplessly, pathetically large dildo he had as he struggled to cum. I loved knowing how his porn-addled brain made his once proud cock a soft little gummy worm. Most of my callers on the other line were just like him, dicks deflated from years of gorilla gripping their junk while watching a flat screen. It made listening to them even more delicious. I could never resist the sounds of a man pathetically trying to cum.

Do you need release?

“Awwww. He’s struggling, Ava. Aren’t you going to help?” Roxanna began to lick the shell of my ear as she slid a finger in my ass. I couldn’t help but gasp. I never felt so full.

“Beg for my permission to cum!” I shouted as I worked myself onto her fingers. The only way Max could cum now was if I demanded it, along with giving my explicit permission. I had trained him with a dog clicker and edging sessions to be responsive only to the sound of my voice. Nothing else in the world could make him cum now.

Max is hopelessly addicted to me, and it was exactly the way I liked it. Men are my favorite toys, and there was nothing I loved more. All of my boyfriends (callers) are hopelessly addicted to men, and in a way, I suppose I’m addicted to them too. I’m obsessed with their submission, depravity, and devotion to me.  They were under my complete control, as any good boyfriend should be, and I couldn’t be happier.

Boyfriends on the other line

Dating is for chumps, and I can’t imagine getting married, but doing things like this forever? Sign me up. I want to be with a woman working on my pussy and men on their knees. Male humiliation and submission are an eroticism I will never get away from and will never change. This is my love, this is my romance, and above all- This is my holy worshipping ground.

Confide in your mistress and cum opem doors you never thought possible.  I can’t wait to become your devlish temptation with some of the control factor, welcome into my male harem. Call Ava today!

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