Submission Phone Sex You – Own Me- Part 2

This is part two of my submission phone sex story. He said that maybe I would think about my smart-ass mouth in the future, and I would behave myself more. We went downstairs to the casino part of the hotel. He made me walk around about 10 steps in front of him so he could make sure that if someone said they wanted to fuck me. I wouldn’t be tempted to say no because I’d know he was watching. The first man to walk up to me was this big, fat, hairy dude. And he said his name was Jeb and that it was his first time in Vegas.

Apparently, his friends told him that he’d be able to get laid anytime he wanted to and he was very happy that they were right. I knew that I couldn’t tell him no. So I asked him where he wanted to fuck me. He said we could go back to his room, so that is what we did. To say that Jeb was disgusting was an understatement. He smelled like grease and broken dreams and that is the way he fucked, too. Jeb told me to bend over. It only took him three pumps before he shot his load inside me.

I wanted to go back to my room after that, but I knew I had to go back and find other men to fuck, just like any submission phone sex slut would do.

You might be shocked that I had my own room. But Master made me pay for one for myself just in case he found a woman that deserved his time and attention. He made sure to remind me that I would never be good enough to be treated respectfully. Oh, and he said that even a Vegas hooker would deserve more respect than me. It made me feel pretty bad about myself, but I kind of liked it. I did not tell him that, though.

I’d hoped that the next taker wouldn’t be quite as gross. And physically he wasn’t. But his sexual desires were a little more than I had bargained for. He said that he wanted to fist me, and I wanted so badly to say no. When Master fucks my ass, it hurts so much. So I knew that having an entire fist inside my asshole would really split me wide open. He told me to get on my back and spread my legs and lift them. So that is what I did. I saw stars as he got all his fingers inside me and started to get to the first part of his hand.

I did not dare cry out, though, because I knew that my Master would not appreciate that at all.

He fist fucked me and made me suck his cock at the same time until he shot his load on my face. That’s when he said that he was going to shoot it in my mouth but that he’d rather me have to walk down the hall and get into the elevator with his jizz all over my face. He said that would probably get me some more fuck buddies that night, and it really did.

At the end of the night, which was pretty close to 7 am, Master brought all of the bachelor party buddies to my room and told me that I was going to submit to every single one of them before they called it a night and went back to their rooms. I was exhausted and all of my holes hurt. But I knew that I had to do everything they wanted me to do.

There were some blow jobs, some pussy fucking, and someone tried to fuck my ass but since it had been fisted earlier that night.

It did not do that much for him. He got mad and shoved his cock down my throat and gagged me while fucking my mouth harder than anyone has ever fucked it.

They all flew home first class the next morning, but I was stuck on a Southwest flight, sore and exhausted. And Master had informed me that if someone wanted to know why I looked so haggard that I was to tell them the truth – that I was a submission phone sex whore and I’d had to submit to men all weekend long.

Also, he said that if any of them wanted any pleasure, that I was to give it to them. Five different men asked and I fucked every single one of them. If you’d like to know more about how and where then you should pick up the phone and give me a call. As always, I am ready and waiting for your call.

 

If you missed Part 1 of my Submission phone sex story then you should check it out. Or, if you want to hear this story in my own words, check out my audio blog.
877-748-6744
 
(Visited 24 times, 22 visits today)

Love the story you read? Let the Goddess that wrote it know! By Leaving A Comment Here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.