Hi, I'm Camille... thank you so much for cumming in.

I was always such a sweet girl growing up until I went to art school. Now the only thing sweet about me is the cum starting to drip down my thighs. Every day in class I have to draw these models when all I really wanna do is make them and my teacher jerk each other off while I'm content to rub my dripping pussy all over their red, sweating faces. In art history, slides of the crucifixion and comely whores who lustfully gaze from their paintings get me so wet and bothered I can't help but to touch myself and graze my hardening nipples over my tight cashmere sweater. If you had your tongue inside my tight, pink asshole right now... I'm so drenched already waiting to hear your voice...

I'm a dreamy brunette beauty suntanned and well dressed, but I'm also a filthy little slut who will submit to anything just to taste your salty cum on my lips, and I looove exploring new territory! Being pushed around, strangle fucked and gagged have always been my great pleasure, but I feel the kitty cat inside me hungry for total control of your cock. Any sissies out there ready to man up and tell me where it hurts?

I'm new to this whole phone thing, and am quivering in my wet lace panties knowing my desires can finally be unleashed, without restriction. I'm bored of having a job where I'm told when and where I can't get off. I really can't stand feeling dry fabric against my pussy, and it can sometimes be a problem. The other night in the office, though, I ran into this cutie I work with. I spotted him coming down the hall, and at the last second pushed him into the supply closet, unbuttoned my sheer linen blouse, and pulled out my left tit. Twisting my nipple I sternly commanded him to lick it... The rest of that work day was so much better with my panties soaked in fresh cum. If you'd like your own pair of my succulent undergarments, just let me know...


Are there desires you want to tell this dirty little girl that you can't tell your wife, girlfriend or that lush, leggy brunette at work who's round ass has your cock rock hard, glistening at attention when she bends over to fix her stocking? OR maybe you see yourself in those silky white nylons, garter clasps brushing against the top of your thighs, my soft and sticky hands pulling the satin slip over your shoulders, smoothing it down over your burning body.


I love role play, especially when it really hits home and I am the wanton slut college girl with three fingers thrust up my pulsating pussy and my mouth full of hot, white dripping juice from my professor's well-aimed load after class. Straight A student, and I earn it ;).


Do you want to teach me more, huh? I am so exxxcited for a big, hard, intelligent man who can show me how to please him best. And I only accept your worst punishments ;). Wrong answer? Rip off my black leather belt and unrelentingly whip my bare round bucking ass, or slam my back on the granite counter top and shove your throbbing shaft down my throat, your big strong hands wrapped above my protesting collarbones, deeper, deeper.. the soft, pulsing, hot wetness pressing in on you from all sides...

When I'm not day dreaming about my models and working on projects, I am yours to call and scheme up a lovely little party with. We can talk about anything, I have no known limits... but maybe you can surprise me... I look forward to getting to know you and your dirty mind.


You can look for me on Aol/Aim and Yahoo. I will be using the screen name of ComelyCamille. You can also check out my weekly schedule, by writing to: CamillesWeekly@yourdesires.com


Till we finally speak,

xooxxxxxxxxxxx Camille

My Thoughts...

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My Fantasies...

I walk the two and a half miles down the cobblestone path to his flat.
Weaving between the medieval buildings, my three inch heels click and
clack past closing grocers and cafes. I'm not surprised to see the eyes
of Stefano, an older gentlemen who owns the cafe I pass on my right,
follow the sound to my polished shoes, up my shapely ankles and legs to
the black hem of my pea coat, finally resting on the back of my head. My
curly tresses float back towards him in a slight evening breeze. I tease
him relentlessly. But there is no time for flirting at this moment. I am
intent on my destination... and what awaits me there.
Crossing the river, I am pleased to hear hushed sounds of ecstasy echo
beneath the bridge. Two lovers with a liking for public places to exercise
their romance? A hobo gang bang? Anything goes, it only heightens my
arousal for the last six blocks of my trek; I slow my pace to a sexy
saunter, feeling my cunt seep fresh honey through its folds into my red
satin panties.
I do not hesitate before the large wooden door. Pressing the ringer, I
inhale the night air deeply. The door expectantly opens, his rather tall
and lanky figure lazes against the frame as I brush my body past him,
allowing him to drink in my delicious jasmine scent. His flat is the first
on my left; the door is open and I walk through. A bottle of champagne,
nipple clamps, and a leather belt sit on the coffee table opposite his
couch. I walk over to the ancient fireplace and stoke into it new vibrant
life. I turn 'round and he has sneaked behind me. Without saying a word
we watch his long, nimble fingers undo the buttons of my coat. Before I
allow him to pull it off of me, I take his hand and suckle on his index
and middle fingers. I do this because I want him to feel what I am
feeling. I see his dick hardening beneath his black trousers, straining to
stand proud before me to its full eight inches of bliss.
His eyes close, then open. A change. Fingers pulled out of my mouth and a
sharp smack across my rouged cheek. "You little whore, you just want a
hard, thick cock pounding in you, don't you." Grins. I grin back and he
kisses the place where a reddened hand print must be beginning to show.
The champagne is opened. We sit and have a glass together, talking about
our day, projects we are finishing. New ideas to come into fruition.
I am instructed to stand. My back to him. The coat finally pulled off.
Beneath it I am seductively clad in a red silk camisole top, sheer red
lace the only cover for my small firm tits, pushed up with with hardened
nipples. My matching panties are already soaked, I hear him sitting down
after disposing of my coat. He pulls them down the length of my
suspenders. Thrumming my clit with one hand he snaps the suspenders
against my thighs, softly at first, then harder as I start to bend forward
and moan. "Turn around, love" I hear and feel spoken against my puckering
rosebud, and I do. I straddle him. He tries to move me but I hold my
stance, pulling his shirt over his head. Returning the favor I find myself
topless. He finds the clamps with his long reach, sucking my nipples and
nibbling them, preparing those small sensitive bumps for a tight,
relentless squeeze.
I stand again and unzip him. I look deep into his eyes and tell him how
dirty I've been. How just the other night I sucked on his ex's clit until
I thought it would burst between my lips. How Stefano at the cafe tries
to explain in English while stroking my hand how much he'd love to stick
his sixty year old and still sexy cock deep inside my amazingly tight
asshole. And how hot it makes me to think about.
His pants are off at his feet. His eight inch gorgeous cock is standing
attentive pointed straight at me. Standing up with belt now in hand, he
tugs me forward by the chain between my tits. The pain is intoxicating. I
stumble forward at his will. I am picked up and brought over to the door.
My back again to him. In a backwards straddle he enters me without
warning against the apartment door. "Tell each tenant coming in what a
filthy slut you are". It's seven thirty. A popular time to come home.
I squeeze my legs around him, grabbing the door frame for support. This
isn't necessary, he has me utterly squished up to it, smashing my tight
little body harder into the door with each thrust. I throatily yell
obscenities and declare with each new pound against the hard wooden
surface what total wanton bitch I am. That I love to suck cock deep into
my throat, how good it feels to smash his ex's face into my dripping hot
pussy and asshole. As I crescendo into a blissed-out slut rave, he takes
the leather belt and slaps the loop of it hard on my right ass cheek.
People hear. They stop and gasp. Some laugh. There are sometimes pounds
that have no chance of competing with my pounding, on the other side of
the door.
Arms around my waist and I am lifted of his throbbing dick and placed to
kneel before it. White hot frothy jizz all over my face, my now
purple-nippled tits.
"Thanks, love" and he pulls me to my feet. Now time for a breather and
it's my turn to teach him a lesson.

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