Welcome back. I know I’ve been away too long. I haven’t made a good confession and purged myself of my dirty little thoughts in too long. However tonight’s confession isn’t really a dirty thought, it’s more what I would consider a dirty little deed… let me tell you what happened to me at the club tonight, I think I will tell you just like you were there at the club with me… Come along my dirty little reader, come along and …

I love this club. Good music, good crowd, and I’m dancing by myself, having a great time. In the cage, circling, grabbing the bars, slipping out and in-between and back in, moving down low close to the floor then slowly back up again. The pulsing beat of the music makes me horny, and it’s like feeling a guy’s heartbeat all the way through me. More and more bodies get on the main floor, and sometimes I watch them. Most of the time I’m in my own world, listening to the music, listening to my body. But sometimes, I’m checking out the chicks, sometimes the guys. It’s a weekend night, and the place is filling up. More and more people coming in as the other clubs in town close, but I’ve been here the whole time, so they can join me. I don’t care. I’m in my own little world, unless I find someone I want to let into it.

Then I see him. Cute, and can move pretty well. Dancing with his friends, nothing special. I turn and twist, and watch the group. They’re here together, and I can tell he’s not dating any of them. I step out of the cage and let some jailbait couple move into it. I step down to the main floor, weaving through. I step in time to the music, the lights moving on me like they’re the dancer and I’m the dance floor. I check him out. Trim and a nice ass. I think about having that ass in my hands, both of them, squeezing while he lies on top of me.

The crowd grows as more people join the main group and it’s harder to move. No point in saying excuse me, no one can hear anybody else. You can gently tug and move people as you try to get by them, that’s what’s expected in a crowded club. I pull my skirt down so that there are no wrinkles on my ass and let my jacket fall off of my shoulders a little as I turn. Show a little skin. The fake fog starts to come out and it tickles my nose. I back up and bump against him. I do it again and turn a little to let him catch me in his eyes.

Yes, dear boy, I’m hot. A hot chick bumped into you and didn’t turn back to the guy she was dancing with. I’m here, dancing all by myself. I smile, and wonder if I look like the predator that I feel I am. I’m getting hungrier. Need to scratch an itch. I face him and put my arms on his shoulders, keeping a foot away from him. His hands instinctually go to my hips. I move in and look him up and down. He’ll do.

The dj plays a favorite and now the floor is packed. I can see my boy’s friends over the shoulder and I smile at them, letting them know that I can see them pointing at us. I grab him tight in a moving, sexy hug, my breath in his ear. I nibble at an earlobe. His chest rubs across my nipples and they perk up a bit at the attention. I take his arms and move them up into my jacket. He’s got my shoulder blades, and then I pull his hands out, turn around 180 degrees and put his hands back in place. That’s right. You feel that? Warm, firm breasts. My jacket hides his hands and I grin as he freezes trying not to be forward. It’s cute. Back around, and close enough to kiss but he hasn’t earned that yet. My knee is between his legs and I move a little, seeing if I can tell which way he dresses.

There he is. I can feel him now. To the left tonight? I add pressure and feel my favorite part of the male anatomy grow, and thicken. He’s doing all right in terms of size, unless his jeans are fooling me. I take him at an angle, where we’re still swaying together, but I can put my palm across his upper left thigh, covering his cock with my hand. Flex it for me, boy. Make it move. There you go.

I stare at him unblinkingly. This next part has to be fast, so I wrap my arm around his neck for the cover I need. I move so that our legs are threaded, dirty dancing style, and I roll my hips, encouraging him to join me. He gets the idea after a bit. Most guys think thrusting is sexy on the dance floor, and unfortunately I’ve felt enough cock during a slow dance to know that just being close to pussy is enough to make a dick hard. But this guy gets it. I unzip his fly and reach in. Boxers. Thank god. If he’d been wearing tighty-whities I’d be stuck here. I fish out that cock while at the same time lifting my leg. The movement hikes my skirt up a bit and I put the head to my labia.

The look on his face is priceless. Shock, lust, wonder, more shock and fear. Fear of getting caught; fear that I might have some stupid disease. Well I don’t, you moron, and I’m sorry, but thrillfucking doesn’t leave a lot of time for protection. I smile sweetly at him, but my eyes are full of energy. Are you in or out? You going to do this, or what? I pull him closer bridging the gap between us, and he feels that first wetness on the tip of his cock. His precum rolls to my thumb and hangs there, and the pressure of a warm cocktop against my bare pussy is intoxicating.

And then he’s in. Good boy, come to the dirty girl. Fuck, that feels good. Balls deep in one motion and I’ve got one leg high up on his side. He feels nice. Feels right. Like a cock is supposed to feel. I push forward to tell him he’s committed now, and he needs to get to work. And work he does, moving back and forth a little, circumstances not allowing for a true balls-out fuck. He can’t believe this is happening to him. His life just became a letter to Penthouse. My expression doesn’t change, smiling sweetly, but my eyes telling him to take what he wants so I can get what I need.

He pumps. I grind. My hands dance around his neck and ears. He just hangs on, thrusting. He gets the idea that if we show too much, the jig is up, so my tits are off limits, but my ass is fair game. Two hands cup my butt and gently pull me up around him as he pierces me. He looks around and sees what I already know. Nobody cares. They think we’re just fucking around, not actually fucking. We’re being the silly, sexy couple on the dance floor that everyone ignores. My hands slide down to the man-ass I wanted to grab and I pull him into me and my eyes are almost angry. I squeeze my kegels and his mouth opens in astonishment. You feel that? That’s called pussy. There is no other like it in this world, so you’d better enjoy it.

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying his cock. Long and lean, he thickens inside me as he flexes his own internal fuck muscles, then retreats a little, only to ram in and do it again. I lean back and create some space between us, enjoying it. Standing sex just hits my clit like no other position, you know? I’m being rubbed and fucked and the bass from the beat of the music hits my body and travels inside me like this stranger’s cock. I roll my chest and let him watch my breasts expand with my breath. Take me. Don’t tell me your name; just fuck me, whoever you are.

I put my fingertips on his jaw line, and lean in close. You can’t hear me, but I’m making all the fuck noises I normally make in bed, and nobody else can hear me either. You can’t hear me, and as the feeling inside me grows and gets more intense, I get louder. Doesn’t matter. My stomach contracts with every thrust that feels oh so good. Look at me. Read my lips. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Fucking fuck me harder. When my eyes go half closed he knows he’s starting to make me come. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…

Now when the strobe light hits, I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Forget hiding, the strobe makes people who can’t dance look good, and it’ll make you look like you’re not doing anything out of the ordinary. Just fuck me. Take me. I want it. I need it. Can you smell the cock on my breath? I sucked off some guy in the men’s room before I came out here. And after you come, I’m going to find some other guy and he’s going to fuck my ass like there’s no tomorrow. But for right now, boy with the nice ass, it’s just me and you.

And then the strobe hits. And so does my new toy. His hips go off like a rocket and I’m being pummeled on the inside while being nudged and elbowed on the outside. We’re both screaming I can tell, but no one can hear it. Come in me, whoever you are, shoot it all inside of me and let the hot fluid send me over the edge. I want to feel you shake. I want to squeeze the come out of you with my pussy muscles.

And he comes. He grinds my clit deliciously, and the orgasm that was dancing around me in the same way that I was dancing when I was in the cage, holds still long enough that I can grab it and ride. Like a cat’s tail twitching around your hand, I’ve got it now, and the climax that bursts through me feels so, so good.

We stop moving, except for the post-coital shakes, and I look at him under heavy lids. Nice fuck. Your favorite Dirty Girl thinks she can make it home, now. His friends are still clueless, but pointing and teasing over his shoulder, a few crowded feet away, that he’s made a new girlfriend by dancing with her. They have no idea. I lean in close to almost kiss him, then back away, teasing. Pussy is all he gets; I’m not giving him anything as special as one of my kisses.

I push away from the boy toy, who’s still in shock, grinning at his bewilderment. I demurely adjust my skirt. I turn and walk away, bringing my jacket back up to my shoulders, feeling the clear sweat under my arms, the white come running out against my thighs. I hope the black light comes on before I get out of here. That should look cool. I turn around and smile a thank you at my willing victim, wondering if it would’ve been more ladylike if I had zipped him up before leaving him there…

Alright my dirty little readers, that’s all of my dirty little confessions for tonight. Time for us to both get a break from stroking ourselves. I know I know I’m bad. But you love me best when I’m bad and you know it!

Well hello there. I see you are back for more. I just knew that you couldn’t stay away for too long. You know I love that you come here to read my dirty little confessions. I love the fact that you’re sitting there, getting turned out, aroused and horney during your little secret time with me. It is a secret right? I bet you haven’t told anyone else that you come here to visit me.

So you’re waiting to hear what I confess tonight? Okay here it is…I can’t stop thinking about getting fucked by a black guy with a big huge cock. Now normally I’m not the sort of girl whose fantasy focus on black guys. The way I see it big cock is big cock no matter what color, shape or nationality it is. However, being a basketball fan and being a Shaq fan I have been watching the championship games and well, there are a lot of good looking big black men playing ball for Dallas and Chicago. The whole time I’m watching I find myself wondering how big their cocks are and how well they would pound my little white pussy.

There has always been something about fucking a black guy that I have found taboo. Perhaps it was because of the way I was raised. My father would have a heart attack if he knew I was lying on my back with my legs spread wide apart while some black guy pounded his dick in and out of me. Maybe it was the rebellious teenager in me, but if my parents didn’t want me doing it then you know your favorite dirty phone sex girl was going give it a go! After all if my parents didn’t want me doing it that meant it had to be tons of fun right?

So my confession tonight is that lately my dirty little fantasies have been full of Dominant Black Men that turn me into their little white whore. Most times they put me on my knees and make me worship and suck on their big black cocks while they call me names and tell me how I’m their little white whore, their little white cock sucker, and their little white bitch. Most times they fuck my pretty little face until my eyes water and my nose runs and I’m sniffling as their big black cocks are getting pushed further and further down the back of my throat. Then usually once they are satisfied and their big black cock has reached its maximum potential; they put me up on my hands and knees and hold on to my hips as they roughly thrust their big black cocks in and out of me.

I’ll confess… lately I’ve even though about having lots of black guys do this to me at the same time… you know lots of them, like ummm a whole basketball team. Yes I confess, I’m a dirty girl and I can find something dirty in just about everything. But I bet there are a lot of guys out that that don’t mind that at all. I mean, I bet you don’t either. After all you come here to hear my dirty little secrets don’t you?

Hello again! I see that you are back for more. You just couldn’t wait could you? I bet the first moment you had alone you were back here checking to see if your favorite dirty phone sex girl had made another confession yet. Well guess what, I have another confession for you and my confession today is still focusing on the whole Vampirism thing because well, I think it’s insane hot and I happened across a website with some free short stories. Since the author of the website is kind enough to allow republication of his stories I am going to post one of his short stories here for all of you to read…

fuckin’ hardcore
A ‘Vampire Red’ short story by Alex Severin.

ORLANDO, FL - 1.25am - NOVEMBER 24th
Paul heard the throb of the music coming from inside the Death Row club. It was like a heartbeat, strong, steady, exciting.

He sat alone in the diner across the street, his nose buried in a well-worn book. His copy of Bloody Love by Lily Transyl was already tattered, the spine rubbed and cracked, the cover creased, and some pages dog-eared from folding them over to keep his place.

Certain paragraphs in the book had been marked with luminous yellow highlighter pen. But now, after reading Bloody Love so many times, Paul barely needed to consult the text any more - he could recite page after page without faltering and swore that he knew the entire book by heart. And he was sure that Lily Transyl could read his mind, he was sure that Lily had written Bloody Love just for him. It was the book he had always wanted, the book he would have loved to write and the book that he would treasure forever. And tonight, he would do what he’d always wanted to do, inspired by Lily’s words, sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was telling him to carry out his will.

Paul’s body seemed to vibrate with excitement, anticipation tightening each muscle with deliciously painful little knots.

God, please let her be there. Please let her be there. I need this.

He waited patiently.

Each time the music swelled as the front door of the club was opened, Paul would feel a shock of electricity running through him as he searched the throng of bodies for her.

She called herself Belladonna.

He tapped his foot rapidly on the floor, on edge with anticipation, as he read and chewed on his black-lacquered thumb nail. He tutted at himself, worried in case a chip of nail polish was wedged in his teeth. It would absolutely ruin the look of his custom fangs if they were covered in flakes of bitten off nail varnish.

Paul’s heart almost shot into his throat as he saw her curvaceous, killer body strut out into the night air as if she owned it, as if the very street she walked on belonged to her.

Dozens of people outside spoke to her as she passed by. She said nothing, but threw them a smile and carried on her way down the street.

Her skin glowed in the moonlight and the humid night air made her body shimmer with a touch of sweat. Her clothes, black shining rubber, looked fluid. Paul imagined smearing black liquid latex over her body, smoothing his hands over her curves, the swell of her breasts and the tight buds of her nipples.

“Gothic flesh,” he whispered, and licked his lips.

As he stepped out into the night he began to perspire profusely, his clothes wet through in moments. He trembled as adrenaline raced through his system.

Tonight’s the night.

Tonight they will come.

Belladonna took the same route from the club every time. She was always alone. Paul had often wondered why she was always on her own - such a stunning, fuckable chick would surely have her pick of men or women, or both.

He picked up his pace as she reached the dark alley she always took. Paul had the notion that she was inviting an attacker, practically goading him to do his worst.

He was mesmerized by her form, bathed in alternate flashing red and darkness from a buzzing neon sign that read Live Sex! and entranced by the gentle sway of her ample ass as she sashayed down the alley. He imagined taking a bite out of it as if it were a huge, fleshy peach, and instead of sweet, sticky juices running over his face, there would be the piquant taste of her blood.

The degradation of his surrounding aroused him - he knew what went on in this alley, day and night. Blood crushed into his cock and he adjusted himself as his skin-tight leather jeans became uncomfortable.

He inhaled deeply and smelled the scent of piss, old and new, and his eyes rolled as the thick soles of his black boots squelched onto a spent condom. A discarded hypodermic smashed beneath his feet and he wondered if there was death in the blood residue on the needle.

He looked down a dark side street, just off the rancid alley and saw bodies writhing together among piles of festering trash. His lip curled in disgust but all the while his cock grew steadily harder.

Belladonna half-turned her head and slowed her pace - she knew somebody was following her, somebody who was breathing heavily, breath baited in anticipation of something. She rolled her eyes.

Paul was sure she was allowing him to catch up with her after he’d been distracted by the side show in the garbage.

Ever-so-slowly, she turned around.

Paul stumbled backward against the slick alley wall as his knees buckled and all the strength drained out of his body.

Her eyes were wild, the irises black and shining. But there was something behind her eyes, something feral, something ancient, that shone, iridescent like illuminated amber - the glint in a cat’s eyes catching the light.

She grinned at him as she reached out and grabbed him by the throat, effortlessly raised him clear off the ground and slammed him into the wall. As his mouth opened in a vain attempt to scream, she could see his custom fangs glistening with his excited saliva.

As she spoke, he could see the gleaming white tips of two pin-sharp incisors.

“What you gonna do, badass, bite me?”

Paul tried to scream but she was squeezing the air from his throat, crushing his larynx and his vocal cords.

“All you fucking wannabe vampires - you’re giving us a bad rep.”

The vampire stabbed her sharpened black nails into the flesh of his throat, tearing away skin and flesh and fat. She put her mouth to the pissing red wound and drank.

Belladonna rubbed his cock through his leathers as she fed on him, and laughed as he reached out, desperately trying to grab her right tit. His body spasmed then stiffened in the throes of orgasm even though he knew he was dying.

Paul’s moans of pain and pleasure were an eerie gargle that rushed from the gaping hole in his throat.

“Damn, you’re fuckin’ hardcore!”

Belladonna laughed uproariously at him, her face painted with an expression that was close to admiration. She shook her head, grinning as she hooked two fingers into his mouth and under his tongue and yanked down hard.

She let go of him and his shocked body slid down the wall and landed on the piss-stinking alley floor.

As the vampire looked at her latest victim, she felt a fleeting stab of pity for him - an old habit she had not quite lost. He was so young and she wondered, momentarily, what he was like, what he did for a living, if he had a lover who would mourn him.

Then she spat on him. He was meat. Cattle to be herded for her sustenance. He was no more to her than a cheeseburger was to him. Food. Nothing more.

She walked away without a backward glance at the sack of skin-covered bones she left behind. He was all but dead now, drained of blood, no more than a pile of bones and ripped flesh.

The poetic irony of his demise did not escape him as death began to shroud him.

He had spent his whole life longing for his belief, his strongest faith, to be proven beyond any doubt - that vampires - real vampires, immortal vampires - existed.

His plan to draw himself to the attention of a real vampire was that if he drank human blood, slept in a coffin, lived a nocturnal existence, and showed dedication and respect for such a life, that his wish for immortality would be granted by them.

Paul smiled at the cutting irony of his murder, but the sensation didn’t feel right. He reached up a shaking hand and touched his face; his brow knotted as he felt for his chin, only to touch his upper teeth and feel his tongue lying against his opened throat. Belladonna had ripped off his lower jaw and now all that hung from his face were strips of torn skin and ragged flesh. He choked out a gargled laugh, an unnatural sound that made his own skin crawl. The sound was wet sucking and dry blowing as blood and air escaped straight from his lungs and our through the hole in his neck, and out into the night air.

I did it. I did it! I’m gonna be a real vampire now . I’m gonna live forever.

Paul reached out and grabbed hold of his discarded jaw bone. He was certain, that if he held it in place before he died, it would miraculously reattach itself and be good as new when he woke to his new life as an immortal vampire.

The last drop of life ran out from the torn artery in Paul’s neck; he slumped, dead, face down in a pile of human shit. The last thing he heard was the rattle of his jaw bone hitting the ground beside him.

You can find more of Alex Severin’s short stories at:

So what is my confession tonight? My confession tonight is that I masturbated to this story about 5 times today alone! That I’m such a dirty girl that I just can’t stop, yes I’m a chronic masturbator. But you are too right? You come to my website when you are all alone and do the same thing right? So we are in good company. Who better to share and experience mutual masturbation with that your favorite dirty phone sex girl right? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone your dirty secrets. I just hope my secrets are safe with you too.

Through the dark stretches of night walks a shadow of a figure wandering the streets as a creature of the night stalks the wanderings of life. The man hunts for the mystifying little heart beat so deep like a pounding in the street. The bloodline must be found the hunt for the slut has begun. *sigh* Oh my! I am his. If you have not figured it out my twisted and wonderfully perverted friend my confession this time has to do with vampirism. The primal desire of sexual stimulation by rough physical contact is as old as time. You see such things in nature all the time a timber wolf will bite the back of his mates neck to force her to sit still while he fucks her without mercy as does the lion. The mantis will even decapitate her mates head after intercourse has occurred. There is just something incredibly arousing about the thought of being completely captured in the grasp of a vampire that wants my body completely. He desires my flesh, my blood and my soul. For me I have no choice as his slut than to serve him in any way that he so desires. He could take my life with a few quick painful moments. Or if I was pleasing enough to him he would save me for another day to use as he desired and if I was good enough for him he would leave me with only a mark.

Oh marks I just love marks on my body left by a strong dominant man. It doesn’t really matter to me what kind of marks he leaves on me but I have to be honest I am especially partial to bite marks. But the marks that a pair of fangs would leave are something that I know just looking at myself would turn me on. I am mesmerized by the way that people look with fangs. I was a vampire once for Halloween I dressed up in one of my black corsets and short leather skirts. I did my makeup and wore a pair of fangs, I was so turned on I had to masturbate right there just looking at myself.

I can just imagine him finding me on the street and taking me back to his place. As soon as we enter he rips the clothes from my body and as I stand naked before him he tells me to surrender to him. As I look into his eyes, those blackest of black eyes, I ask him. Are you an angel? “No” he says, “I am something terribly worse.”

With that he leans down and nuzzles my neck, and with a sudden rush of pinching pain I am in ecstasy. He rises as I feel the warmth of my blood trickle down my neck and runs his fingers through my long hair. “My cock worship it”, he says and worship it I do for I have just become the slut of the dammed. I pull his cock out and I begin to excitedly worship his balls licking them and rubbing them with my hands, tracing the soft cold skin with my fingernails. I worship his cock for what seems only moments but it must have been quite awhile for no man such as this would stop me from my servitude so soon. Lifting me up by my hair to my feet he grabs my waist and with his incredible strength picks me up and impales me on his rock hard cock. As he fucks me without mercy he licks and sucks at the mark that he has placed on my neck as a way of branding me as his property - his human. As he does this, licking and sucking at the puncture wound on my neck where he fed from me earlier he is sending me into fits of uncontrollable orgasm.

Just as I think he is ready to cum inside me he throws me to the bed and forces his engorged cock into my mouth as I lay on my back. As he begins to cum down my throat he leans down to my pussy and bites the inside of my thigh taking even more of my life essence as he drains his balls into my waiting tummy. I am overcome with a torrid of sensations and I pass out from the pure overwhelming feeling. I am his slut but was I good enough for him to keep me alive? I sure hope so or I wouldn’t have any more confessions to tell…

Well, I suppose that is not completely true after all the dirtiest girl in the world as a vampire stalking the night for cock might prove very interesting. It is on my list but for now the sun is coming up so I must be on my way.

Its been a while since I have made any confessions to you. But that doesn’t mean that I have stopped being the dirty girl that I am. After all when you are someone like me it is not a matter of doing things sexually that is dirty you are just dirt to begin with. So I have to tell you that I have been in a rather evil and devious mood lately. To go along with my mood I have focused my fascination with milking guys lately because I love cum to much.

However there is one guy or should I say boy in particular that has been coming over lately that I will be telling you what I did to him for my confession this time. This boy loves to serve me and worship my body while he strokes his cock. When he is ready to cum he usually comes on my feet and rubs it on my feet like lotion. I then force him to lick off his hands the remaining cum and this usually takes some coxing by me to get him to do this. I must say that this boy has a nice cock its nice and thick and about seven inches long. Watching him stroke it makes me all hot and bothered and it started to get me to thinking that I would love to force this guy to swallow every drop if his cum while I watched.

So I schemed up a plan and put it into effect the next time he came over. I sat him down after he came in and explained to him that I wanted to play with him differently this time. I told him that I wanted to strap him down to my bed and put a ring gag in his mouth so he could only lick my pussy while I sat on his face and stroked his cock for him. I could tell that he was turned on by this idea because he started to fidget in his seat. So I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I then had him get undressed and lay down on his back on my bed. I put the ring gag into his mouth which kept his mouth wide open and propped his head towards his chest and his hips up in the air with some hard foam pillows. Then I took his feet and hands and strapped them to my sport sheets. Sport sheets are a really cool invention, it is basically soft Velcro like sheets and they have these pads with clips on them that you can move anywhere you want. They are great trust me.

After I was sure that he wasn’t going anywhere I stripped down naked and lowered my already soaking wet pussy onto his face so that he really couldn’t see what I was doing with his cock. He didn’t really mind much what I was doing with it because after all he was here to worship me and my pussy was an extra little treat to him. As he licked and nuzzled my pussy I put a rubber cock ring around his cock and balls. Then I strapped a very strong small vibrator to the backside of his shaft as his cock got hard. Also I placed another egg like vibrator under his tight ball sack. I continued to rub the head of his cock slowly until it was just about fully erect and as I did so I reached down and grabbed a clear rubber tube that I had bought at the hardware store and licked the inside of the tube to give it a little bit of slip. I then positioned one end of the tube over the head of his cock and pushed down on it forcing his head inside the rubber tube. I could hear him moan with excitement as he must have thought at first that I had actually rapped my lips around his throbbing dick.

Then I slipped off his face and stood next to him and with a twinkle in my eye I forced the other end of the tube into his gagged mouth. The look of instant horror came over his face as he realized that he had just been tricked into some evilly twisted fantasy of mine. I started to explain in detail what I was about to do to him. I told him; “I have vibrators strapped to your cock and balls. I have also placed this tube over the head of your cock and put the other end into your mouth. If you notice your hips are much higher than your head is. So what I am going to do to you is flip this little switch here and watch your squirm and jolt around as your cock and balls are vibrated to the point of orgasm. Then when you shoot your load I am going to watch gravity take it course as your load runs down the tube into your waiting mouth. You can try to not cum if you want it will only prolong the inevitable.” As I looked at him with a twinkle in my eye I said: “Just how long do you think you can hold out from cumming? You will cum eventually and when you do I am going to have the pleasure of watching you gag and swallow every last drop.”

With that I flipped the switch and at first he started to fight his bonds. Because this was an experiment on my part I had to make a few adjustments to the contraption I had come up with. Like strapping down his head so he couldn’t move as well as his hips. But eventually he was completely restrained and the forced attention on his cock started to take it toll on him. His cock started to throb up and down and the head began to get redder and redder to the point of almost becoming purple. I was so turned on by watching him squirm as I thought about what was going to happen that the next thing I knew I was literally dripping down the inside of my thigh. I could tell he was getting really close, so in order to force my way on him I climbed on top of him again and lowered my dripping pussy down close to his face. I started to rub my clit slowly over him trying to time my orgasm just right. I could hardly hold myself back as I saw his balls tighten up. His hips started to try to buck upwards as if he was trying to spear the sky. I looked inside the tube and drops of precum were oozing from his cock. That was all it took for me just a few more little circles and I was cumming. I came so hard that I squirted my pussy juice all over his face. Then with an agonizing groan he began to cum shooting shot after shot of hot white cum into the tube. I giggled with pleasure as my amazing orgasm began to subside a little and with the site of his hot load running slowly down the tube towards his forced open mouth. As the cum reached his mouth I was ready to cum all over his face again and just as the first few drops ran out of the tube I grabbed his face with both hands and used his nose as the stimulator for my clit which sent me into several rolling orgasms.

After he had swallowed every last drop of cum I released him from his bondage the last thing to come off was the ring gag. When I took it off he instantly dropped to his knees and begged to worship his Dirty Princess just one more time. How could I pass that up? After all I am the Dirtiest Girl in the World but what happened after that will need to be saved for another confession.

I have a confession to make. There’s been something nagging at me lately, and I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I’ve figured out what it is. I don’t feel owned. And for someone like me, that’s everything. That’s why I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately, moody, snapping at you and then needing attention. I’m yours, you know that. I love submitting to you, and the way you make me feel when you dominate me fulfills me in such a way that I can’t even describe. But lately you haven’t made me feel that way, and I miss it. More importantly, I need it. I need to feel like I’m you’re property, like I’m your most prized possession. I don’t care how you do it, just mark me. Mark me as yours.

It’s not your fault, really. We’ve both been busy with work, the odd hours, missing each other by hours on the clock, only to meet randomly; tired, worn out and knowing we need to make time for each other but not knowing how. We need to somehow focus on each other, and then finally, before I snap from the tension of not being put in my place, of not having you inside me, or tasting you, you figure out a way to do it. It takes a sacrifice on both our parts, but you call in sick, and I turn off my calls. We need to reconnect. Then we can face the world again, together.

We smile, just happy to have the time alone, and you suggest a movie. You only want to get us out of the house, which is fine with me; I don’t care, as long as I’m with you. We hold hands in the car, resting on my leg, high at the thigh, and that alone is enough to make me feel the stirrings of lust. How long since we last fucked? It seems like years, and lifetimes since I’d been on my knees looking up at you. A dark, practically empty theater is just the thing to start the recharging process. We find a seat high up in the back, and I lift the arm rest to snuggle under your arm. I can smell you and it makes me hungry. I nuzzle and you kiss me a bit. It’s sweet and feels right.

The lights go down, and I cross my legs a few times. Finally in contact with you, I can relax. I drape my arm between your legs and feel you shift. So, I’m not alone, then? I gently tag your sac with my elbow, saying hi, and then your hand is on my neck, dragging me to eye level, and I turn knowing where your mouth is. Good god, you’re a good kisser, and I feel like a starving woman finally given food. We’re laughing silently at each other, making out like teenagers, devouring each other. I put my hand on your seat between your legs to keep balance and play with your chin, nose and lips with my mouth. I want you so bad, but we need this play. Sex is our favorite toy, you and I, and it’s the language that we speak to each other. Our friends think we’re oversexed, but they don’t understand that our natural state is you penetrating me.

And just when I’m done making my second lap around your neck, your hands firmly on my chest, I feel one hand leave my breast and take me by the back of the neck. Oh, yes. You hold me in place, and look in my eyes. We’re slowly coming back to each other, you and I, and as you tug my hair, keeping me still, I feel a butterfly in my stomach. Am I still yours? I’m not sure, and it’s agony to me.

You circle your nose around mine, a move of yours that I’ve missed these long days, and slowly—holy fuck, I want to get there on my own and faster but you make me get there so slow—you push my head between your legs. I smile into the denim, breathing in fabric, flesh and sex and exhaling hunger. You’ve worn your loosest fitting jeans, and the boxers I gave you for Christmas. Your hand is still on the back of my neck, and I love the weight of it. I unzip the jeans, reach in, and fish out the cock that I adore, and I’m almost not sure how to begin. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How often I’ve thought of your cock back in my mouth after such a long absence? I’m about to start on the head, teasing, since we enjoyed the make-out session for so long, but I don’t want to, I want to be forced onto it, it’s what I need you to do.

And as soon as I think it, you shove my mouth onto your meat, and I gag at the surprise. Your hand is pressing the back of my head, your legs widen and your cocktop hits the back of my throat. Fuck, I needed this. You knew it too, and its proof that we’re back, and that I needn’t have worried. As my chin bumps your thigh, my nose in your neatly trimmed hair (please make me shave you tonight, please), my lips relax, advance, and grip the base of your cock, curling under the teeth.

And my whole body relaxes. I’m back home. This simple sodomy, illegal in 25 states, is more rejuvenating than a vacation. I try to please you by moving back up the shaft, eager to get into some serious cocksucking, but you don’t let me. You keep me there, and that’s fine with me. I take shallow breaths through my nose and work my mouth, nursing on you. Suckling. I move my jaw up and down, left and right. I slide my tongue up and back within my mouth. I swallow occasionally, making the suction you like on your cockhead. God, I could live here. You own me, and I want everyone to know it. I wish there was a way to tell them, to show them.

Your breathing never changes, and that gets me so hot. You know I love it when you lose control and just fuck me with abandon, like an animal, thinking of no other thought but your orgasm, but when you breathe this evenly, in perfect control, I get so wet. I have to use all my skills to figure you out with each session, and it makes me work harder. It’s the kind of control that tells me, “I could fuck. Or not. Whatever.” Fuck, I love that.

But when your balls tighten like they do now, I know what that means. You can put off climax a long time, I know, but you’re letting yourself cum here and now, and I get to feed. I gulp and swallow and make all the wet noises that you love hearing as I work your cock in the longest-duration deep throat I’ve ever given. Your groin advances into my face and I wait for your cock to pulse, to feel the fluid spurt and ooze into my mouth, fuck I need it so bad…

Then you yank me up off of your cock. I’m so surprised I don’t know what to do, but I hold still, waiting on you and what you want. Then it hits me. Literally. It’s thick, heavy and glorious, and it splatters me across the nose and cheek as I hover above your cock. The second, around my forehead in a ropey streak, and by the third, I realize that it’s more than simply not having had sex for a few days: you haven’t even masturbated, and the mother lode of semen swirling around my chin as I turn my head is the result. You’re not always a heavy cummer, it takes us waiting for hours or sometimes a full day to get a cumshot that I can actually play with, but this, this is amazing. I see your hips still shake as the drops ooze out with less and less force, until they slide down your shaft. I dive for your cock, balls deep again drinking the last drops. I taste your last six meals mingled in the sperm, and I’m wearing most of it. We don’t often do facials in public, and I’m giddy with pleasure.

The next surprise is after a cummy kiss, you keep me from reaching for the napkins from our popcorn, and instead spin me back around under your arm, and we finish the movie. Your arm is across my chest, cupping a breast like you do when we sleep, and your load is heavy on my face, warm and sticky. I’m to wear your semen on my face like a badge until it’s time to go? I fucking love it. I can’t stop smiling as the cum cools on my cheek, forehead and chin. I sigh as if I’ve cum myself. This is what I needed. No mere orgasm, but to be marked, like property, where everyone can see.

The credits roll and we see people get up to leave. It’s my job to put your cock back where I found it, so I do, and we stand as well. I look at you, and you smile at me. You take my hand and nod to the aisle. I freeze. Are you serious? Let me at least…

We watch the crowd do that funny half step group walk that people do when they leave the theater. You stare at me unblinkingly and tell me to keep my eyes on you and you alone. That everything will be fine. My breath gets short and my heart goes crazy. I love it and hate it at the same time. We’ve fucked in public before, but this is so…

You push me to get going. I grab my bag and hold your hand in a death grip; you squeeze back, putting me under your protection. I look at you and let you guide me into the moving group, your cum sticky on my face, drying in the semi-dark theater. You pull me close, and I can tell that everyone is looking forward, watching where they’re going, not looking at each other. The crowd mentality is of getting to their cars and going home, not socializing. Then we’re in the lobby and I huddle close to you, and I think my eyes are getting wet; I’m not sad, mad, or humiliated or ecstatic, I’m just following you, but raw emotion is coming out. We walk through, and not one person can tell that I’m wearing your mark. We’re walking though the crowd and not a soul knows or cares. When the lobby doors finally open and the breeze hits my face I’m laughing, the water in my eyes pooling as you show the world, oblivious as it might be, that I’m yours. You’re telling the world that I’m your property, your cum covered slut, and I love it I cry, but it’s not something that needs to be fixed. It’s an emotional release, and you let me have it, safe in your arms. Who would’ve thought that something as simple as a movie theater blowjob could make me this high?

We make it to the car and you spin me around, hugging me from behind as we watch the world walk by, and I know that you’ve truly marked me; that it didn’t take long for us to find each other again, and that you knew what I needed more than I did. And I know what the rest of the evening will be like. We’ll drive home, and I’ll glow like the freshly fucked, the adrenaline from the public spectacle still coursing through me, and I’ll wear your seed with pride, if you’ll let me, all the way there. And when I drop my clothes at the door, and make my way to the center of the living room, I’ll lower myself to the floor; face down, ass up, ready for your use. And if I’ve been very good, and so far I think I have, you’ll gift me with more of your cum, hopefully inside me, and grant me permission to have the mother of all orgasms, followed by many more, until we pour ourselves into bed.

Ahh, there you are. I was just getting ready to start without you. What a shame that would have been. I knew you would be back though, I knew you just couldn’t stay away… But I don’t have time for idle chit chat tonight, what I am about to confess is of the utmost secrecy; please make sure there is nobody around, I just can’t bear anyone but you knowing about this dirty little part of me. All right, so you’re all alone? Good. Tonight you shall be my Priest.

Forgive me, Father for I have sinned… it’s been two days since my last confession. The worst part of all though, I’ve involved you in my sinful and fornicating fantasies, because you see Father, the moment I began confessing to you, you became a part of the dirty little fantasy in my head.

I’ve imagined you there, in the confessional next to me. The darkness and screened window the only shelter between us, and I’ve imagined you leaning back and closing your eyes, fighting the urges of pent up sexual frustration, as I confess my sins to you. I can hear it in your voice, you know… the way you’re breath has increased, the way you struggle for words as you tell me to continue, but silently wish I would stop and spare you the torment that you are trying to endure, in an effort to offer me penance for my sinful ways.

I sit there in the confessional booth next to you, hiding the fact that I’m a truly dirty girl from the rest of the world, as I confess to you about all the cock sucking I’ve done this week. All the men I have let cum on my face and down the back of my throat, all of the men that I have let fuck my sweet young little pussy, all of the men that I have allowed to sodomize me, fucking my tight rosebud with their gorgeous cocks. I confess to you that I stopped worshiping God years ago, that I stopped believing not only in God, but also the necessity to believe and have faith in any power other than the one exchanged between my partners and I in the bedroom. I confess my disbelief in the church itself and how there are really only two reasons that I continue to attend mass anymore.

I know, as I sit there separated from you by that black screen that hides our faces, that you can hear the quickening of my breath and I wonder if you know that I’m masturbating. I wonder if you know that I have my hand buried in the crotch of my lacy thong underwear, and that my middle finger is dipping in and out of my hot little pussy as my thumb rubs against my hard little clit. Perhaps you have convinced yourself that’s not what is really going on. But I’m under no such delusions. You see while I know you are not stroking it yet, I know you are aroused and I know it is inevitable. As a man of God you believe in fate, you believe in destiny, and you believe in a force more powerful than yourself. You believe in temptation, you believe in the wiles of women, and you know just as well as I do, that sooner or later you will give in to the temptation that I have laid before you. I can smell your arousal, I can trace the scent better than any hound dog, and I know that your cock is pushing against your robes, defying every vow you ever took, and I know you are still fighting it.

This is when I explain to you that my reasons for attending mass are sinful in and of themselves. I attend mass because when I see you there on your pulpit, when I see the way people look up to you and listen to you, I am overcome with this fierce desire to serve you. The power you have over people enthralls me and I want nothing more than to be on my knees in front of you, loving you, serving you and pleasing you. Each time I stand in front of you and look into your eyes as you place that cracker on my tongue I imagine it is your cock and it’s never been an accident the way I close my lips around your fingers. I’ve always done it on purpose. I’ve always wanted you to know about the dirty thoughts inside my head. It seems such a shame to me that a Priest cannot have me. Why shouldn’t he? I mean according to your stories Christ himself kept the company of a whore so why then could a Priest not keep the company of a dirty girl like me? Ah yes, your vow of celibacy. Vows were made to be broken, temptresses much less qualified than I have tested those vows and found them lacking more times that history can tell you. And tonight I shall tempt them, I shall sway them, tonight I shall win the war between good an evil. Yes, I am evil. I am a sexual deviant, and I am the demon that burns in your groin.

It doesn’t take any more than my telling you how I want to suck your cock. Down on my knees at your pulpit with my head beneath your robes as your run your hands through my hair and preach to me. I’m terrible aren’t I? I want you to preach to me as you fuck my pretty little face. I want you to preach to me as you shove your cock down the back of my throat and make me gag on it. I want you to preach to me as you thrust your hips back and forth using my face for your sinful acts. While I’m here on my knees in front of you, serving you, and exchanging the sexual power I had over you moments ago for the power that you have over me now. I confess to you that I believe sex itself is a religion. I believe that lust, fornication and masturbation can save us from all the evil of the world. If we can just bury ourselves deep enough in that which feels so incredibly good, then we can fight against that which is so terribly bad. You see Father, I still believe in something: I believe in the power of arousal, I believe in the power of orgasmic bliss, and I think Father that you do as well, otherwise you would not be stroking your cock now, in that both next to me. You’re so close to your climax now; you’re not even trying to hide it anymore.

That’s when I slip out of my booth and enter yours. Kneeling before you, and asking you to absolve me of my sins and baptize me into the church of Sexuality; the Faith where I am the disciple, messenger and apostle. The very saint of seduction, temptation and of all things passionate, lustful and deviant. All it takes is one orgasm, Father. Just one. A drop of your Holy Semen on the forehead of the one who shall, from this day forth, be the leader and teacher for all that follow my path of enlightenment. You are willing, so eagerly stroking your cock before my lips, yet still fighting your urge to fornicate with me. But your will is not as strong as mine father, nor is your vigilance. You see I took my vows as well. To convert you, to conform you and capture you in the sinfulness of my dirty acts and as you allow me to put your cock inside my mouth, twirl my tongue in circles around it and slide my head up and down as you partake of sinful ecstasy with me, I have fulfilled my own oath. As you cum down the back of my throat, and pull your cock out to squeeze that last drop of cum onto my forehead, and baptize me as the dirty girl I am, unknowingly you have made me the one and only Messiah of Dirty Girl Church. You have helped me sell my soul to the goddess of lust herself and in return sold yours to me. For the power we’ve exchange tonight you’ve surrendered all of yours…

So you see my friend, you coming here tonight, you playing this dirty little game with me… without even knowing it, you have been indoctrinated into the Church of the Dirty Girl. It has made you a follower, a believer and soon a practitioner of my dirty ways… and I confess I loved converting you. I confess I love being that dirty thought you cannot get out of your mind. I confess I love being that sinful urge you fight, yet cannot help but surrender to. You do realize you surrender to it each time you visit my website don’t you? It’s all right. Now we share a dirty little secret between us. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what happened here tonight. I promise, your secret is safe with me, as is your devotion.

Welcome back. You can’t stay away can you? What is it that compels you to keep coming here and reading my confessions? Is it because they are so dirty? Is it because they are the things you secretly fantasize about? Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m just that dirty thought you can’t get out of your head. You know Valentines Day is coming up and I think I should share with you my favorite Valentines Day experience. After all it was this experience that made me love mental edge play and tease and denial so much. I confess - having a dominant man hold me on the edge for hours and hours is extremely hot to me. But I should start my confession where it all began…

A couple years ago I was seeing this Dominant Man. He took me out to dinner to this wonderful little romantic restaurant and then we headed back to his place where he drew me a lush lavender scented bubble bath and had me sit in the tub relaxing for awhile. After about fifteen minutes he came in and took a soft sea foam sponge and some lavender scented body wash and sweetly bathed me, washed my hair with lavender scented shampoo and then had me stand up outside the tub where he slowly and sweetly dried me. He then took my hand and guided me into his bed room which was light with about a dozen red taper candles; soft music played in the background and hundreds of single rose petals adorned the bed.

He had me sit down on the end of the bed where he brushed my hair, rubbed lavender oil behind my ears, along my neck, between my breasts and around my belly button and then tied a red silk scarf over my eyes. He laid me back on the bed where I could feel the soft touch of the rose petals underneath me and he spread my legs apart and began to lick my pussy softly and slowly. Everything was so soft, so gentle, and yet it was so obvious that he was in control of me.

After pushing me to the edge of orgasm several times and yet never letting me cum, he moved up on the bed and lay down beside me instructing me to open my mouth. One by one he fed me several sweet chocolate covered strawberries, often times smearing the chocolate over my lips and then licking it off and sometimes instructing me to hold the strawberry between my teeth as he ate it from my lips himself.

With what I would then find out was the last strawberry held between my lips, waiting for his instructions I suddenly felt my lips push roughly into the strawberry, muffling a little screech as I a hot liquid sensation fall over my stomach. I heard his sadistic laugh and suddenly felt another hot drop of liquid fall over my right breast. Soon the drops came in more rapid succession, sometimes more than one at a time, and I finally realized he was dripping hot wax onto my body. The wax stung as it dripped down, but left a warm, heightened and aroused sensation as it cooled against my skin. He dripped wax every where on me; over my stomach, over my breasts, along my neck, over my nipples, over my mound, and eventually over my swollen labia and stiff little clit. The feel of the wax on my clit could have made me cum. But as I squirmed and whimpered and pleaded with him to allow me to orgasm I kept hearing him say “not yet my pet.”

Soon I felt him begin to peel and brush the dried wax off my swollen throbbing pussy lips and my hard little clit and then felt him gently flip me onto my stomach, he laid on top of me and I felt his lips against my ear as the weight of his body rested on me. His cock slipped inside me as he whispered, don’t eat that strawberry, be a good girl and save the last one for me. I whimpered, wanting so badly to spit the strawberry out of my mouth, or suck it in and chew is so that I could bite my lip, moan, whimper, or perhaps bite down on the pillow underneath me, anything, anything but having to carefully hold the strawberry in my mouth.

He fucked me like that for almost an hour. His cock penetrating me over and over as he would pull all the way out, make me whimper and beg for it and then push it all the way back in. There were short spans that he would fuck me unmercifully, thrusting in and out of me in ways that made my eyes roll into the back of my head and my pussy muscles tighten around him in a prelude to orgasm. Yet right as I was about to climax his movements would halt and he would hold his cock perfectly still inside me until I calmed down, pulling me back from the edge over and over.

He fucked me like that until I cried. Until tears poured down my face and my breath shook and I whimpered, the strawberry in my lips now coated with the salty water of my tears. Then he rolled me over on my back, rose petals and dried wax shavings stuck to my sweaty body and grabbed my ankles, holding them in the air as he pushed his cock inside me. He fucked me hard again, his cock throbbing inside me, and just as I was about to orgasm once more, he pushed my legs back, leaned over me and took the warm strawberry from between my lips into his mouth.

Only a few seconds passed before I heard him say threw his chewing… “You may yield now.” That was all it took, after hours of stimulation, denial and teasing all I needed was those four words. Four words that gave my mind permission to allow myself to move past the edge of the orgasmic cliff he had me on. I cannot even describe the orgasm; the only words that come to mind are intense and powerful. He came inside me without me even realizing it, I was wrapped up and self consumed in my own orgasm. He made me cum so hard that when he removed the blindfold from my eyes I was disoriented. I had no idea which way the door was, and as I tried to stand up and head into the bathroom I found myself dropping to my knees and crawling. My legs were like Jell-O. I remember laying on the bed and falling asleep, thinking to myself, how much I enjoyed everything he had done for me. Yet four words rang in my ears for days after that night “You may yield now”

Yes I confess- I love it when a man takes me to the edge over and over again. I love it when he teases me, tortures me and denies me only to make the climax that much sweeter and more powerful when he allows it. Yes I confess - I love it when a man gives me permission to orgasm. I confess - I am a dirty girl, a submissive little slut and a dirty little whore. I cannot help it. But those are all the things that make me your favorite dirty phone sex girl and keep you coming back for more. Aren’t they?

Do you have a dirty little Valentines story to share with me? You should tell me all about it, you know I wont tell anyone, after all, I’m your dirty little secret, who could I possibly tell?

Hello again, gosh I feel like I’ve been neglecting you. I can’t believe it’s been 5 days since my last dirty girl confession. What in the world, time flies by so fast it seems. I do apologize, but I promise to make it up to you. I try to post a confession every day or two, but sometimes between dirty phone sex calls, web site updates, and all the other dirty things I do including getting laid as often as possible, my confessions sort of fall between the cracks. Hmmm what to confess to you this morning then…. Let me think a moment … Oh I know … I hope nobody is around because I know what my confessions do to people, and I know that chances are you’ll be masturbating here pretty quickly, and well, you don’t want anyone else to find out about me, you want to keep me your dirty little secret, so hopefully you are all alone.

I remember every guy I ever gave a blow job to. I remember the time, the place and the circumstances of the first time I sucked a guy’s cock so vividly that I can close my eyes and go back to that moment and relive almost every single one.

My first blow job was Dustin. It was the summer before high school and my friend Lara was having a slumber party. There were about seven girls spending the night and Lara’s mom was one of those sort of estranged single mom’s that never paid attention to what was going on in her house. We had snuck a whole bunch of guys into the house while her mom was sleeping and we were all playing truth or dare. I got dared to give Dustin a blow job. I had no idea what I was doing, but neither did he really, I think the farthest either of us had ever gone was kissing and feeling someone up, but like troopers we headed into the closet. I think we were both nervous and yet excited to be experiencing oral sex for the first time. I remember wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking on it like a popsicle. That lasted for about 4 minutes before he squirted cum in my mouth and completely grossed me out. Nope your favorite dirty girl wasn’t always the cock worshiping slut she is now, there was a time I thought cum was icky and tasted nasty.

After Dustin, sucking cock became a fascination of mine. I really enjoyed doing it and I liked the reaction I got from boys when I told them I liked it. Sucking cock was one of those things that most girls didn’t like to do. After Dusting there was… Sal, Ryan, Frank, John and JJ – the interesting thing about all of those is that it’s not like I had an easy place to do it at. It was one of those things you had to be sort of sneaky about so that nobody found out. With all of those guys it was pretty much the same situation. I had started babysitting on weekends to earn some extra money and the people I baby sat for always told me what time they would be home. So I could get the kids in bed at like 9pm, invite someone over and make sure they were gone at least an hour or two before the people I was babysitting for came home. Most times I would even set up some sort of excuse like I had to study, I needed my study partner to come over, I need someone to bring me notes for a class I missed or I needed my tutor to work on my Algebra homework with me. The guy would come over and I would have a great excuse in case he wasn’t gone when they got home. I never got caught, not once, I always made sure the kids were fast asleep and then we’d sneak off into some room where I could hear if the car pulled up and I’d suck his cock while he watched out the window.

Pretty soon though arranging things on a time pattern like that didn’t work for me so well and my cock sucking fascination soon became an obsession. I had started driving and I had my own car now, so it became the cool thing to do to ditch school or stay out all night so that I could stay at some guy’s house while his parents were at work or something. Most my friends had single parents so there was always a time that gave plenty of opportunity for me to get into trouble. Oh so many cocks I sucked like that, there was Mike, and Michael, and Ron, and Shannon … but Shannon was different than all the rest.

Sucking Shannon’s cock was like an epiphany for me. I distinctly remember laying on his father’s waterbed with him, my head on his thigh as I licked and lapped at his cock. He was so kind to me, so gentle, he always took the time to ask me how things we did felt, where I liked to be touched, and to tell me how pretty I was. He was one of the first boys that held me and kissed me more than he actually fooled around with me. Later, Shannon would be the first boy I remembered having kinky sex with – but that first time I sucked his cock, I realized that I wasn’t your average girl. I realized that day that there was something different about me, that I didn’t suck cock because it was a way to keep guys from fucking me or a way not to get pregnant, I realized I sucked cock because I loved it, I realized I was a cock worshiping dirty girl.

One might wonder how such a realization occurs to someone. Me, I wonder how Shannon knew how I would react to what he was about to do to me. I can only guess now that he was a lot more experience than I was…

There I was, lying on his bed with my head on his thigh, my tongue sliding up and down his shaft, every once in while taking the head of is cock into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it when suddenly he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled my head up. He looked at me with those sparking blue eyes that would cause me to have a weakness for blue eyed boys for the rest of my life, and asked me very nicely if anyone had ever taught me how to suck cock. I shook my head no, a bit embarrassed and suddenly very distraught that I wasn’t doing a good enough job.

Shannon held his cock in his hand, pressing the side of his shaft against my face and asked me if I wanted to suck on it more. I nodded my head and he smiled at me. A smile that today I would describe as sadistic and controlling, back then it just made my heart skip a beat and made me want him more. The next thing I knew he was tapping his cock against my face, telling me that if I wanted it I would have to suck it better than I was and describing to me in detail what I was going to do. Then he took my hand and laid me on my back, with my head hanging just slightly over the edge of the bed. He stood above me with his cock in his hand and suddenly his tapping his cock against my face didn’t seem like tapping anymore. He was slapping me with it, slapping my cheeks and my lips, and then he told me to hold out my tongue and slapped it against my tongue a few times.

He started calling me names. Names I didn’t know if I liked or not, but names I knew I would endure because I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to show him that I could do it, and for some reason, I wanted to do it better than anyone else ever had before. I wanted him to always remember me sucking his cock. I found it odd however that as he instructed me in sucking cock 101 and told me in graphic step by step detail how I would use my mouth on his cock, he wasn’t giving me the chance to do any of it. Instead he was standing above me with my head tilted back so that my throat opened wider and was thrusting his hips shoving his cock in and out of my mouth and face fucking me. I remember him squatting down and putting his hands on the side of my face as he shot cum down the back of my throat and for the first time… I swallowed it, every single drop.

I remember him looking over his shoulder at me and smiling that same Sadistic smile as he got up and began to put on his baseball uniform to rush off to practice. I laid there for a minute, unsure what I was supposed to do and then he told me. Why don’t you take a nap in my room in case my Dad comes home and I’ll give you another lesson after practice?

Perhaps if I knew then what I know I would have understood I was being dominated and controlled and perhaps if I did I would have reacted differently. What I knew that day was that I loved sucking Shannon’s cock, and what I know now, is that I’ve always been a dirty girl, a cock worshiper, and a submissive little slut.

Welcome back. It’s been a few days since there was something here for you to read. Did you miss me? I bet you did. I find myself wondering if you felt a little let down, coming to see if I left some dirty little confession here for you to read and letting out a little sigh of disappointment when you realized I hadn’t confessed anything in a few days. It’s okay I intend to make up for it tonight. I hope there isn’t anyone around. I want you to be able to touch yourself as you read tonight. That of course means that I need to confess something that is worthy of being jerked off to… so here we go.

I’m a total cum slut. I know that for anyone that knows me this is nothing new. But I’m not sure any of you realize just how much of a cum slut I really am. I had a caller today ask me where I preferred to have a guy leave his spunk and I had to stop and think about it for a moment. I came up with the following list of places on my body I like a guy to cum. If you don’t mind, I’d really like it if you took some time, read my list one place at a time and imagine me there with you, just as you are about to shoot that big load that has been building up in your balls all day long. Imagine what it would look like, feel like, smell like and how pretty I would look with your cum puddled up in each of these places….

On my face; my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my hair, my lips, my chin and even my eyes. Maybe you can imagine it landing on my eyes when they are closed, and drying up so that my eyelashes stuck together. I think that is terribly hot.

On my neck; your typical pearl necklace; little drops all over the base and nape of my neck, a cum collar or a pretty cum necklace perhaps?

On my tits; so that it covers the plump round curve of my breasts and drips over my sensitive, hard, erect and pierced little nipples.

On my stomach; so that it forms a little pool of creamy cum in the recess of my belly button forming a little pool that I can dip my fingers in and run all over my body, rubbing it into my skin like lotion. Or maybe a little puddle that you can dip your finger into, covering it cum and sweetly feeding to me. Maybe a little pond of cum that you can lick off of me.

Over the mound of my shaved little pussy: so that you can run your fingers through it and use is as a warm and slippery lubricant to rub my sensitive little clit with and watch with entertainment as my body quivers and convulses even after you’ve had your way with me. Or perhaps a little stream of cum that you can rub into my smooth little mound like lotion and send me off for the day like that, my skin lubricated with your cum as our little secret way of showing each other what a dirty girl I am.

Inside my pussy: filling me with that thick warm fluid so that as I lay there in bed afterwards I feel it seep out of me slowly, leaving a sticky little mess on my lips and between my thighs that will remind me in the morning that your cock was in me the night before.

On my legs: so you can rub that warm cream into my silky soft legs and appreciate one of the finer, softer and more elegant parts of such a dirty girl.

On my feet: so you can rub that lotion like jizz into the arches of my feet, my ankles and between my toes. Appreciating what pretty little feet I have. Maybe even suck on my toes afterwards to show me how much you worship my body.

In the small of my back: a little lake of cum in the small of my back because you pulled your cock out of me just as you were about to shoot that load and aimed it for one place I probably would not be able to figure out a way to slurp it all up from, refusing to give me the one thing you knew I wanted most; your cum.

In the cleft of my ass: a little pool of spilt cum that will drip down the crack of my ass, down onto the soft shave lips of my pussy and over my sensitive little clit and the only way I’ll get to taste it is to put my hands there and rub, exciting myself all over again, licking it off my fingers, tasting the mingled flavor of your cum mixed with the sweet juices of my delicious pussy.

In my ass: buried deep inside me, a little cum enema, that will drip slowly out of my stretched little ass you’ve been fucking all night, leaving my ass, pussy and the back of my thighs, sticky and gooey as a reminder when I wake up of all the ways you had me the night before.

In my mouth: your cock buried deep down the back of my throat. My lips pulled back over my teeth and pressed tightly around the base of your cock with your hand on the back of my head as I swallow each spurt you give me. Or perhaps pooled in my mouth with my tongue hanging out to show you the liquid treasure you have given me before I swallow it. Perhaps you give me the opportunity to show you want a dirty girl and a cum lover I really am and let me gargle it for you or blow little cum bubbles with it for you before swallowing it, savoring the taste and flavor. Maybe, if you’re a really dirty boy, you kiss me right after you cum into my mouth, and let me share the wonderful little treat you have given me with you.

Those were all the places that first came to mind for me. I bet I could think of more, but those are definitely my favorites. I’ve been masturbating on and off between each little description I wrote, but as always I saved the best for last. Because it was when I talked about you coming in my mouth that my body started to shake, my muscles tightened, my legs started to quiver as little waves of ecstasy raced through my body and rushes of orgasmic trembles that made me whimper, bite me lip and shiver in sensitivity finally took hold of me.

My confession for tonight, I’m a cum slut, a cum whore, a cum lover. Everything about cum, even just the thought of it excites me, arouses me and brings out that dirty part of me, that slutty part of me that you have all come to know and love. But worse than that, I’m a greedy cum slut, because while I loved the thought of all those wonderful little scenarios I described, the one I really wanted was your cum in my mouth. I love cum, I love it everywhere, but when it’s all said and done I want it to end up in my tummy. Yes I’m a dirty girl, I can’t help it, I have no idea how I got this dirty, but I bet you I am the dirtiest girl you know and the best dirty phone sex girl you could call. I’m not just a dirty girl and you know it, I’m the dirtiest girl in the whole world.

So what about you my dirty little friend? What was your favorite scenario tonight? Which one made your body shake and shiver as you shot your load for me? Did you think of another one I didn’t mention? You can tell me … I won’t tell, I promise, it will be our dirty little secret.