Humiliate Me Phone Sex

Sir just loves to remind me of what a dirty little slut I am.  Sometimes he makes me go out in a short skirt and revealing shirt and I’m not allowed to wear bra or panties.  He makes me sit at the edge of the chair with my legs spread so I am exposed to him under the table.  He presses his shoe against my pussy when the waiter is talking to me.  He makes me play with myself and then eat my dinner with the smell of my juices all over my hand.

I know people are watching me, judging me.  I am positive they know what a dirty little whore I am even though they’ve never met me.  My face gets so red and my pussy soaked.

Why don’t you call me and show everyone what a slutty little whore I am with the things you can make me do?

Zesty Zoey

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Humiliated by sweet little Zoey Phone sex

I get a lot of guys who say they wish I wasn’t submissive.  I’m not submissive to everyone.  Only to real men who earn it.

I’m more than happy to laugh at your tiny pathetic cock.  You know, the one I’ll never let you get near me.

Losers who call me are going to get the ridicule they deserve.  They will get reminded of how they could never deserve the sweet time and attention someone like me gives real men with real cocks.

Zesty Zoey

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Amorphous time wasting loser brings out the mean Zoey phone sex

The big fat fatty was just an amorphous loser who had a major crush on me.  Like a beautiful sexy girl like me would give any attention to a shapeless pathetic man like that.  I giggle at the thought of him even trying to find his useless little cock under all that blubber.  You know why that cock is so disgusting and small?  Because the poor thing isn’t getting any sunlight underneath that shelf you call a belly.

Most people only see my sweet side.  But amorphous losers like you who waste my time get to see a whole other side.

Zesty Zoey

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Vituperative loser’s revenge phone sex

He was the type of loser I made fun of in high school and ignored in college and at the clubs.  Frumpy, pudgy, a regular nobody loser.  He’d taken shenanigans from girls like me all his life.  He’d been planning and plotting his revenge for as long as he could remember.

He’d captured me and held me against my will chained to his bedForced me again and again to swallow his cum from his pathetic little cock.  I was punished for any laughter or derisive comments.  Having to feel his sweaty blubber heaving over me as he forced himself into my ass and pussy was so humiliating.

I guess even losers have a breaking point and will get their revenge.

Zesty Zoey

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Submissive Zoey only gets creampie Phone Sex

Sir set up a play date between us and another couple.  Sir bound me to a chair and made me watch as him and his friend fucked his friend’s wife together.  My pussy was soaked as I listened to her scream and cum over and over.  I wanted to touch my aching pussy as I watched Sir and his friend pound her in a hard and fast rhythm, one in her pussy and the other in her ass.  I wanted to cum as I watched the three of them cum together, covered in sweat, her sandwiched between them.  As she lay there sated and held in her husband’s arms, Sir came over and untied me.  The grabbed me and lead me to the bed shoving my face between her legs.  I was made to clean out her ass and pussy of their cum and sooth her sore pussy before I was tied to the chair again and forced to watch as they switched places to fuck her to screaming ecstasy again.

Zesty Zoey

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Forced Oral Phone Sex

I was laying on the bed reading when Sir came into the room.  I took my eyes off my page for a second and smiled at him standing in the doorway.  Sir gave me the look and crooked his finger at me in a come here motion.

I smiled at him again and said “As soon as I’m finished with this page.”

That was so the wrong answer.  In two quick strides, Sir crossed the room and had my full attention via a fist full of my hair.  He was definitely not in the mood to play around today.

I quickly found myself on my knees in front of him with a face full of his manly cock.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 4

“Much better,” the King commended me after my latest performance, “However, there is one orifice yet to be used by my jesters.”

Looking up from the ground where I was crouched, I waited for his final command.

“I don’t think I’ll leave it to my silly jesters to take you there though.” he stated looking down at me and meeting my eyes.

Still refusing to speak, I continued to glare at him as more of my fate was determined by his sadistic whims and desires.

“I think an alliance needs to be made between our kingdoms.  When I heard of your betrothal to the Prince in the kingdom beyond mine, I knew I had to step in.” the King explained standing up and descending from his throne to stand before me.

“Why your parents allowed you to wait till you were 27 to marry you off is beyond me.  You are beautiful and wild, any man would have agreed to take you as his wife in a moment.” the King commented, walking around me as I sat back on my heels so I could maintain my seething stare with him.

“My parents allowed me to pick my own husband and I was not ready to marry until I found the man who would compliment me the best.” I explained wanting to defend my parents’ progressive raising of me.

“Well, their stupidity is my gain,” the King mocked and then called “Bring out the vicar and my son.”

The King’s son Geoffery had an even more sadistic reputation than his father.  Geoffery had numerous bastards spread throughout his kingdom and a reputation for taking what he wanted from whomever he wanted it.

From their prisons high above the court, I heard both my parents cry out in protest. They were quickly quieted by guards standing below them poking spears between the bars.  They were forced to watch helplessly as I was about to obviously be married off to the Prince and our marriage to be consummated in front of an entire court of watching courtiers.

I was quickly hand fast to Geoffery and when the official ceremony was over, the King called for his son to celebrate with the public consummation of our marriage.  In a last moment of bravado and panic, I jumped to my feet and bolted for the nearest door.  My hasty escape was thwarted when the Prince grabbed me by my hair yanking me backwards.

Laughing at me, he ordered two chairs to be brought into the throne room.  Then he picked two of the women courtiers in the room to have a seat on the chairs.  Positioning me between them, so that I was facing them, he told them each to take one of my arms and to hold on tightly.  If they let me go, they would be flogged.

They each grabbed one of my arms tightly, wrapping them around their waists and securing my arms around them by the back of my elbows and under my arms.  My breasts were hanging down obscenely and I felt the Prince kneel behind me.  I heard him spit and then felt his hand swipe between the cheeks of my ass.

“Hold on tightly.” he ordered them once again.

Then he shoved his cock all the way into my ass.  My entire body bucked and I could not hold back the scream that was wrenched from my lips.  Nor could I stop the tears running down my cheeks.

I could hear his grunts and laughs as I struggled against my captors as he roughly fucked my virgin ass hard and deep.  He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back ordering me to look into his eyes as he came deep in my ass.  When he pulled out, the King patted his son on the back and congratulated him on his beautiful new bride.

Zesty Zoey

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Princess Zoey’s Humbling Phone Sex Part 3

“Take her to the cross,” the king suggested to the jesters.

Smiling to one another, they half walked half dragged me over to a large wooden X shaped piece of furniture.  At each point of the X were shackles.  I was made to face the X and my wrists and ankles were secured within the shackles.  The jesters took turns taunting and pinching and poking me in various places.  I stared at the wood in front of me and gritted my teeth trying to keep any sound from escaping my lips.

“Jesters, do you think she did a good job servicing you with her mouth?” the King questioned.

“Your majesty,” replied one of the jesters, “We found her performance lack luster and disheartening.  We are hoping other performances to be more energetic.”

“Perhaps she needs some incentive,” the King said ominously, “Have the executioner bring his whip.”

I couldn’t see anything other than the wood in front of my face.  I could hear giggles and gasps and people walking around behind me.  Someone came up behind me binding my hair to the top of my head, exposing my back.

Then I heard the king command 25 lashes and before I could take a breath, a searing pain etched across my back.  Each bite of that whip forced the wind out of my lungs.  After the fifth strike, I could no longer hold back the screams.  I was once again begging for the torture to stop.  I would do anything if they would just stop.

After the 15th strike I felt wetness oozing down my back, trickling down my buttocks and the back of my legs.  Then I heard my mother begging the king to stop this madness.  His only response was to laugh and to threaten her to shut her mouth or I would receive an additional ten lashes for her insolence.  I didn’t hear another peep from my mother.

When the 25th lash had finally been administered, I slumped in my restraints, my head hanging forward pressed against the wooden beams in front of me.  The jesters hands were on me again, releasing me from the shackles and dragging me to the floor in the middle of the room.  I was unceremoniously dumped to the ground where I tried to push myself up on my knees to look up at the king grinning sadistically.

“Now, you will service my jesters with your body.  You will be energetic and enthusiastic.  For if you beg or argue or resist, 25 more lashes of the whip await your future.  Get up on your hands and knees and beg the jester of your choice to fuck your pussy.” the King commanded me waiting for me to fail at the task and to give him a reason to whip me again.

Glaring at him in defiance of allowing him the satisfaction of seeing me at the mercy of his executioner, I pushed myself to my hands and knees, looking up at the jester to my right and said in the sweetest voice I could muster, “Please Sir, will you fuck my sweet pussy?”

The jester, giving me a mocking smile replied, “Well, how could I deny such a sweet request from a lady such as yourself?”

Then with that he knelt behind me, forced my face to the ground, opened his pants and shoved his cock into my pussy.  Biting back the yelp as he pushed past my hymen, I began to rock with his thrusting motions.  As his thrusts opened me up making his passage easier, something inside me began to build.  Every time he thrust into me I could feel pressure building until suddenly the pressure broke and I came while he fucked me hard from behind.  I screamed again but this time not from pain.

Cumming on his cock brought the jester to his own climax and he thrust deep inside me and his cock filled my pussy with his seed.  When he moved away, the next jester took his place.  He shoved his hard cock into me fucking me with wild abandon.  Wrapping his arm around my waist his fingers found a very sensitive spot between my legs and began rubbing it.  Another explosive orgasm over took me.  I cried out from the intensity and this time begged him for more.

I heard the King say something mocking to my parents about having a slut for a princess.  I was too overwhelmed by the once again building pressure to pay attention to anything he was saying now.  When I climaxed a third time, the second jester came with me.  I could feel their combined cum squishing out of my pussy and dripping onto the floor underneath me.

Zesty Zoey

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