You’re a phonesex joke

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You’re just sitting there in the corner, watching you’re fucking wife getting fucked like a whore, huh? What the fuck is the matter with you? Fucking loser. You have to be here, listening to me, reading what I say, while you’re using your hand, watching some other fuckhead man screwing what should be your property. What a fucking, truly pathetic, joke. But this is what turns you on, isn’t it? You stupid little fuckhead. No pussy for you, just spit and a palm, can’t even use lube, huh?

Stroke your joke of a pecker. Sit there, like a fucking loser, in a puddle of your own spunk juice, and listen tome, while I go on, and on, and on about what a fucking pathetic embarrassment you are to your gender. Fucking sissys and trannies are less of a joke, at least they want to be someone, not like you.

And you’re going to thank me for the privilege.

Because you’re pathetic.

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Interrupting my schedule for a few moments, I thought for a brief instance I’d pause to answer a question I get posed nearly every time I go off to have fun with some slut or pervert before the games begin. You have to understand, even if it may be hard, that I am a wicked creature and filled with all kinds of dark, sultry needs.

I like to bathe in hedonistic pursuits. Intelligence is a must but I’m more then aware most entities out there aren’t as smart as me, and certainly none as beautiful.

You can’t possibly like anything I wouldn’t find some way to enjoy, even if you have to realize its about me. Not you. It’s never about you, slut.

I want to be able to follow my dark desires no matter what they happen to be and I do, no matter what you want I’m going to find things that please me. Your sickest desires are games for me. I want to wallow in deceit and fear, I want to suckle at the teat of depravity. I can be a perfect innocent little creature, but deep down?

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Worship Me, Then Phonesex

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Introductions are in order. You are beneath me. I am Austra.  It’s a pleasure to meet me, I’m sure, and pleasure is what I deal in. I’m the girl your mommy warned you about. I’m the bitch you never had the guts to talk to. I’m the redheaded intelligent deviant that can fuck up everything for you.

I like to fuck. Every kind of fucking imaginable. Your body. My body. Your mind. Your life. Your soul. Your wallet. Your family. Your friends. Everything about you is something smooth, soft, and willing for me. You’ll find there’s no other ways about it, pet.

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Happy birthday bitch. I’ll blow off your dick for you.

Hey there faggot, didn’t get enough humiliation and degradation the last time you little pathetic pervert? Well don’t worry, for being such a fucking hilarious little pile of pathetic premature limp, soft perversion I already anticipated you’d be back for more. You pathetic little bitch. You spend all that time online stroking your little miserable excuse fantasizing about being told no and being taken advantage of because, face it, you’re a pathetic little faggy limp wristed panty sniffing lisping slut bitch. You look for beautiful girls to destroy you, and here I am, doing it right in front of the captive audience of all the little sluts and cunts I control just to give you the cruelty you know you deserve out of the kindness of my heart, stomping on your balls just for the fun of it since I know you’ll pay me with your addiction regardless.

 

You know you could see me naked, exposed, and you wouldn’t even have the nut to touch me, would you faggot? That’s right, you’d be scared, you’d be too fucking scared to touch me even if you thought I wanted it, you’re twice my fucking size and I could slap you around like a little bitch and you’d ask for more, wouldn’t you?

So if you don’t mind jerking and stroking your pathetic little limp member all day trying to make it hard like a real man, here’s my little gift to you, a nice filthy pair of undergarments, each soiled from the stains of sex and fucking, life, sweat, living, musky, unwashed, silken and crusty.

And I’m going to shove your face into it and not let you up, with my pretty heel on the back of your head, telling you try to stand up, and knowing you can’t.

But don’t worry. I won’t let you cum. I’m going to take everything away from you and leave you still wanting more slut.

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Austra

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Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you.

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid.