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Cocksucker Tuesday

Just turned into that kinda day. How was I to know?

Cocksucker is such a great word, huh?

And so many boys wanna do it. They just aren’t telling the girlfriends and wives. Take it from me. Take it from any girl who takes phone sex calls: Lots of boys want to job the knob, lick the stick, eat the meat. Not to mention swallow the load.

Today was a day of many new callers.

Some of which have already been permanently blocked because I will never judge a fantasy but refuse to tolerate assholes. And unfortunately a few slipped through the cracks. It always happens and I always deal with it accordingly: Get lost. Don’t let the dial tone bite your in the ass on you way out. Goodbye.

And then there were the five (something in the water, perhaps?) wannabe cocksuckers. Yum yum yum. So nice for them to stop by. Sparkling pure new victims for me to corrupt. Delicious to talk with and oh so dirty. Dirty little cocksuckers for Mistress Angela. At least on the phone in our world of erotic mind fucks. Where they are safe to be dirty and I am the woman to make it happen.

And I so like making it happen:

Dwayne thought he would like to be forced to suck one cock. I made him suck that one cock while forcing my fingers into his rump. He liked it. He liked it and was embarrassed that he liked it so much. Nonetheless, he did. He knows that I know that he did. I hope he blushes tomorrow every time he thinks about what he did with me/for me today.
Stephen was one of three Stephens who called me today. “Perhaps a little bit of humiliation,” he shyly asked. I tied his weenie in a pink bow and made him show it to my girlfriends and apologize for its smallness. Then he had to suck all of their boyfriends cocks. Except Madison’s boyfriend. Samuel decided he wanted to deflower the little fruit loop and fucked him. Fucked him hard. Stephen emailed me the sweetest thank you note.
Craig started out requesting a cuckolding fantasy — one of my favorites, as you should know. And he did, indeed, witness his little wifey taking her pleasure with more than a few well-hung studs. But I just couldn’t fuck the last guy. I was sore, dontcha know? So I made my little cocksucker-neonate cucky-hubby drop to his knees and suck the thick shaft I was holding in my hand while I watched up close and personal. And wouldn’t you know it? Craig got an amazing erection sucking that cock. So I made him masturbate and cum simultaneously with the guy pumping his mouth. Naughty husband! Very naughty.
Simon said (well-meant pun) he wanted total enslavement. So I took him to Femtopia, an idyllic world which exists in my mind and to which I occasionally invite the very lucky. The dominant Goddess-Women there demanded that Simon and the other man-slaves perform man-sex acts for them. Simon got quite the cum bath. And was only permitted his own orgasm when drinking man-spunk from his own rectum.
And beloved David. A regular caller with irregular fantasies and the heart of an Angel. And probably the only caller out of the five to have actually sucked a cock in his VERY REAL life. I treated him like a dawg and he loved every minute of it. And so did I.

Just another day at the office.

The Angela St. Lawrence Office of Smut.

Stop by anytime.

xo, Angela

Are you a little weenie boy

A sub-fetish of Erotic Humiliation, Penis Humiliation is the hottest thing in Phone Sex these days. And while some readers might think this an odd fantasy/fetish/kink, most Phone Sex Operators are quite used to it and actually have a lot of fun with it.

Think of it as a form of VERBAL BDSM. I mean, after all, the Phone Domme can’t really use whips and chains and Ben Gay (ouch, indeed, very much). But she can use words. It is arguably more erotically powerful to dominate with real words — real bad, mean words — rather than “and now I am going to beat you.” And what matters most to a man? His dick. It may seem a trite observation, but it is nonetheless true.

I often say that our poor men — they just can’t help it. After all, it’s like God created them with the supreme disadvantage of having a gear shift sticking out right there, right there in front for the world to see … even with the cover of trousers! How can the NOT think about it all the time? And it makes them very vulnerable, doesn’t it?

So why not go for the girth? Make every word count and hit him with those words where it hurts the most? Only, in this case, with pain — there’s no gain. Little Willie leaves the encounter none the worse for the wear … but none the better. His sad puny prick is still sad and still puny.

It makes sense. Penis size is very much on the male mind (don’t ask — he won’t admit it) at least some of the time. Horns-waggling, doolally spammers bank on it. In my personal email recently:

Female Orgasms: Bigger means Better for your Woman
Your tool is so small she hardly finds it in bed?
Penetrate Deeper
Enhance your masculine tool
Fill out your erectile tissue
Enlarging your male weapon means winning a competition
From now on you will be able to satisfy each size-queen
Your male power will return like a boomerang

Now, admittedly, this Mystery Meat (pun intended) was more than likely sent from the one and only internet cafe in some backward jungle — the spammer believing the hype of myriad porn sites. But he is on to something and it must make money, because everybody finds this stuff in their in-boxes. Even me, and I have a very feminine personal email address. It’s the marketing method of Quantity over Quality … just like a Size Queen Fantasy! The irony is delicious.

Besides being a subcategory of Erotic Humiliation, Small Penis Humiliation is a major theme in Cuckolding Fantasies. Particularly when the Cuckoldress’s lovers are studly black bulls. It’s the stark differences that give these fantasies their edge: Black vs. White, Woman vs. Male, Wife vs. Husband, Large vs. Small. So, even if it’s not quite your thing, perhaps you can understand that, for others, it’s sizzling hot.

Forced Bi Fantasies will often contain at least a portion of Small Penis Humiliation, with size functioning to underline one’s role in the fantasy: large equals dominant, small equals submissive. The feeling of tractability can be deeply enhanced when the physicality of size is used as emphasis.

So Big Cock, Small Cock, Average Cock … what’s it all about, Angela?

Well, you might recall that I actually wrote an about this in an essay, Erotic Humiliation is Not an Oxymoron, for the book, Sex Kitten Presents the BDSM Issue. While I don’t discuss Small Penis Humiliation per se, I do talk about the “fantasy” of being verbally humiliated, taunted and abused by a beautiful and powerful FemDom.

As far as me, personally: Is bigger better? Do I or don’t I? Well, you’ll just have to READ ALL ABOUT IT.

xo, Angela

College Boy

“I’m sending you away for a while. I don’t know what else to do.”

You’d heard Miss Margaret’s car pulling into the driveway, even as your mother started to cry. Sitting here now in the spare bedroom of her summer house, you’re waiting for Miss Margaret, wondering what she is going to do. She won’t break me, you think to yourself.

When the door finally opens, Miss Margaret is not alone. Two teenage girls, beautiful teenage girls, and some bulked-up guy–probably one of those weightlifters, you think– enter the room behind her.

“So this is the naughty boy,” the blonde says, “He doesn’t exactly look tough to me. What do you think, Barry?” She looks at the guy expectantly. He doesn’t answer her, but looks at you grinning. You don’t like that grin; there’s something menacing about it. And for the first time, you start getting a little nervous. Miss Margaret sits beside you on the bed. Miss Margaret’s voice hisses at your ear as she suddenly grabs your balls through your jeans.

“Do you know what Miss Margaret does with smart-ass college boys who don’t know how to behave?”

Before you can react, the redhead in the purple dress has pulled out a cord of rope from somewhere and you’re feeling a sharp pinch in your right shoulder muscle. You try to say something, but your words come out thick and slurred. Then everything goes dark.

***

You are swimming. No, it only feels like you are swimming, lead weight against your waking slumber, pushing you back. Forcing your eyelids against the heaviness you try to think, try to remember. Blurry shapes, movement. Something in front of your face.

“Open your mouth.”

The voice is deep, a man’s voice. Somebody is giggling. Something fleshy, bulbous is pushing against your dry lips. You want to lick them, moisten them, but don’t dare, because somewhere deep inside of you, you know what that something is.

“Rachael, why don’t you tell this young man exactly what is expected of him.”

Miss Margaret’s throaty voice. The giggling again. One, no–two girls. You remember them, the blonde and the redhead. I need to get the hell out of here, you think. You try to move, feel the tight restraints across your chest and arms, your hips, your spread legs. Something cold, cold metal between your legs. The blonde is looming above you, sneering wickedly. “You feel this,” she asks, reaching between your legs, and you feel the the smooth, cool band of metal tightening around your testicles. She smiles as you moan in pain.

“Now here’s the deal, college boy,” Rachael purrs, pushing your bangs back with her free hand, then cupping your face. The redhead is there now, reaching for your cock and beginning to stroke it as Rachael wraps her free hand around the dick bobbing against your cheek. “You are going to suck my boyfriend’s big, fat dick and you are going to swallow his load.” She moves the head of the cock, a slick bubble of precum teetering from its slit, down the bridge of your nose, across your upper lip. You try to turn your head, but her fingers tighten around your chin as she smears the precum across your tightly pressed lips.

“Either you open up and take it like a good boy, or I’ll tighten this so quick you just might lose these balls.”

She gives the metal device a quick turn. “I’m not kidding.”

Your mouth opens in a groan as Rachael slides the head of Barry’s cock onto your tongue.

“Does our college boy dick-eater have a stiffie, Marla?”

As Rachael forces the prick into the back of your mouth, you hear the blonde and Miss Margaret laughing.

“He’s as hard as a fucking rock.”

And you know she’s right, because despite the shame, despite everything, you are hotter than you’ve ever been.

“That’s a good boy,” you hear Miss Margaret say as you start sucking the dick in earnest.” Now swallow that big load. And when you do, Marla will let you cum. Won’t you dear?”

And you do.

An Apple a Day

apple

“Taste it,” she tells you. “It’s sweet; you’ll like it. It’s from the orchard we walked through last night.”

And so you take the apple from her fingers. You wonder at how it can be so shiny, so smooth and deeply crimson. It is the most perfect apple you’ve ever seen. You want to taste it. You want to taste its lush and sugary juices across your tongue. You want to swallow and feel its cool moistness coat your suddenly parched throat.

“Yes, darling, I know you want to,” she whispers at your ear, “I know you need to. You need to bite it. You’re so hungry, and I’m going to feed you. You need to sink your teeth into it. You need to puncture the peel with your teeth. You have to. You have to do it now.”

And so you do. You eagerly open your mouth and even as your teeth pierce its flesh, you smell the aroma of her cunt. She has coated the apple with her malicious juices and you are damned. She is dark, she is evil, she is the greedy, wicked, demanding Femme-Phantasm haunting every Grimm’s Fairy tale. She wants to possess you, debase you, drive your very soul into the dirt, but you can’t stop. You don’t want to stop.

You have to swallow her poison. Her poison that will finally conquer you, debilitate you, enslave you.

As you begin rabidly gnawing at the apple, you feel your balls — icy and hot at the same time — seize up. Your cock is PDQ hard: rock hard, petrified rock hard, boner than bone hard, steel rod hard. Your ass sphincter is rapidly opening and closing, and you can’t make it stop. She’s in control — not you. Not you, not ever again you. Never ever again.

Your orgasm rises up like a fist pummeling through your body and you are cumming, preternaturally spewing. It weeps from your eyes, gushes from your nose.  It leaks from your ass. You can smell it, your own spunk oozing from your pores, rising up in the back of your throat.

You fall to your knees and you know it is done: She has fucked you.

Tomorrow you will eat her apple. And every day after that.

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