I am a bisexual phone sex babe. And I know how to pass the time in a snowstorm. You know the weather is bad when a strip club decides to close for an entire week. The amount of snow and ice we accumulated on top of the freezing temperatures put my state in a panic.
One of the new strippers that I took under my wing recently lost power. Normally, I’m the one who loses power but thankfully, I’m still operating. And with gas heat even if I lose power, I can still take a hot shower. But anyway, I did not want Katie to be in an apartment with her dog when the weather app told me the temperature today would be-3°.
I called a friend of mine with an SUV and all-wheel drive to pick her up and bring her to me. And he did it no questions asked. He works at the strip club too in the kitchen. A very nice guy. So, I treat him nicely and I don’t take advantage of him. We just trade favors. At Christmas time I let a few of his relatives stay at my place at no charge because I have plenty of room. I have a three-bedroom row house and I’m only using one bedroom. He felt happy to do me a favor.
Katie and her dog arrived Friday night and it does not look like she will go home anytime soon. But this phone sex babe felt grateful for the company. The Internet went out, which meant no streaming. My original plan for the weekend snowed in involved a marathon to catch up on Stranger Things and talking dirty with me also snowed in. But instead, I worked on my pussy eating skills. I will never let a young girl suffer in the cold. Not when my pussy can warm her up.
Katie and I enjoyed a wonderful weekend together. We listened to music, watched movies on our phones, drank a lot of wine, took a few bubble baths and smoked a lot of weed. But mostly we fucked. I think we used every single one of my sex toys and I own many. Her young bald pussy tasted so good to me too. She made my face glisten better than a glazed doughnut. A very juicy and tasty pussy.
And of course, she wanted to show her gratitude towards me, so she buried her face between my legs for most of the weekend. Honestly, I lost count of how many times I came. Our fun seems far from over though. She still does not have power and it’s still snowing.
With temperatures continuing to drop, nobody wants to be alone doing a snowstorm. Especially when you lose Internet and you can’t even watch TV. Sure, I could be reading some good books right now. But if I have a young girl in the house with a yummy pussy, would you want to read. How are you all surviving these winter storms?
I love GFE phone sex. Men and women ask me all the time why I enjoy being a GFE provider. Simple. I find it fun and very profitable. Men need their cocks serviced regularly. And let’s be honest. After a woman says I do, she rarely takes care of her husband ‘s needs anymore. Bad wife. If a man’s lucky enough to meet me, I will scratch his back if he scratches mine.
There is this older gentleman who comes into the club occasionally. I would not call him a regular because maybe we see him a couple times a year. And only when his wife goes out of town. A wealthy older man. And when I say older, I mean old enough to be my father if not my grandfather. But he’s a silver-haired fox. And he loves to spoil strippers and GFE babes, like me.
Some of the other strippers get jealous when he comes into the club because he spends most of his money on me. And I knew he planned to visit the club last night, so I gussied myself up and went down to meet him. I worked my phone sex line last night not at the strip club. But when he sent me a text, I signed off to go meet him. Any night spent with him usually makes me about $10,000. And I’m not passing up that kind of money. I don’t even make that in a month between my two careers.
He took me to this fancy restaurant. The kind of restaurant where the women’s menu does not show any prices. We drank a bottle of wine that cost more than my car. That shit tasted good too. I’m not a wine connoisseur, but I could taste the difference between the expensive shit and the boxed wine I usually drink. After dinner, I brought him back to my place. He lives in a penthouse suite in one of the most luxurious condos in town. But there are cameras and eyes everywhere. We needed to act discreetly.
Once back at my place, I fell to my knees and worshiped his cock. For a man in his 70s he’s still sports a forearm between his legs. An Italian stallion cock. And I don’t mind the gray hair. I find it kind of sexy. So, I devoured his cock showing off my deep throating skills. After a few minutes he came. And he apologized for cumming quickly. But like Mick Jagger sings, I can make a dead man cum. So, after some downtime and eating my wet bald pussy, he appeared hard again and ready to fuck his sexy stripper GFE.
I don’t know if he took a Viagra or not, but he fucked me for a lot longer than four hours. In fact, 70-year-old man made my pussy and ass hurt today. Go grandpa. And like always he left me 10 grand for a night of passionate fucking. Even though I’m 40 now. I still love older men. They just fuck me better. Give me more romance. And take care of me better financially. So yes, I love being a GFE provider.
My beloved Big Daddy King, the Black Bull God, spent the end of December and the beginning of January down in Louisiana for a cuckolding phone sex New Year. Down there he seems surrounded by ignorant men who keep trying to compete where they cannot compare. I don’t care how much of a stud you think you are, you don’t compare with The Back Bull God Cock.
I find it funny that the only folks who do not think cock size matters are white men with little dicks. But I guarantee you those same men who do not think size matters married women who all know size matters. And they all watch The Back Bull God porn and dream of meeting him one day.
And I am here to tell you that dreams do come true. While at a fan event at a local mall in Louisiana, some loser white man with a wife too hot for him and his average 5-inch cock, started some shit. He went into some sort of racist tirade causing a scene. But Big Daddy King’s security team escorted him out head first. Stupid man. He opened up a can of whoop ass.
But The Back Bull God and I both know this loser went into a tailspin over his wife. She created a shrine in her home to a man she’s never met, to the legend known as The Back Bull God. Her room resembles a teenager’s room in a way. Fan posters of Big Daddy King. Both PG photos and XXX photos. Not to mention a bunch of big black dildos. And we met his wife. In fact, we made it a point to meet his wife after his racist rant got him ejected from the event.
Heather looked like a normal girl. Basic bitch, but not there’s anything wrong with that. The Back Bull God includes celebrities and influencers and models and regular housewives too in his GFE phone sex posse. And I told Bog Daddy King that we needed Heather. With that kind of a shrine in her home, plus married to such a loser, whiny white boy, it appeared she wanted to manifest her destiny. She deserved to have all her dreams come true for putting up with such a loser husband.
Personally, I found her to be a smoke show in a tight red dress, black stockings, and high heels. Way too hot for her husband. She told me she already visited a tattoo parlor for some key additions to her body. This girl got her tramp stamp, which says “Property of The Back Bull God” on her lower back before even meeting him. That happens a lot. Women all over the world want to manifest their destiny for a chance encounter with the most coveted cock on the globe. The Back Bull God Cock. I escorted Heather to sit on Big Daddy King’s lap and tell him all her wicked dreams.
Big Daddy King sent her to wait for him in the limo while he finished signing autographs for his adoring fans. And when he went to join her in the limo, he found her dissing her loser husband on social media and talking about the only cock on the minds of white women everywhere, The Back Bull God Cock.
I knew her world would change soon. She would become famous for creating content with the only cock all white women want, The Back Bull God Cock. Our beloved King took to social media with her and I watched it live. Over 1 million streams in less than 3 minutes. Only The Back Bull God commands that kind of power.
Even though Big Daddy King appears twice Heather‘s age, the only number she cared about was 13.5. As in 13.5 thick, black cock inches. She could see an outline in his slacks caused by The Back Bull God Cock.
She wanted to undo his pants, but good things cum to those who wait. They live streamed Heather’s manifested destiny on social media so we could all watch. Likely, the largest live stream event in history. Or at least until The King makes another white woman’s dreams cum true
She undid his Gucci belt and out, popped the Anaconda in a white cock sleeve that spelled superiority in diamonds. She put her sexy red lips right at the head of superiority and started kissing the tip of The Back Bull God Cock. Even on camera, he looks huge. But that’s because the anaconda looks bigger than a bread box.
Hell, it looks bigger than a forearm, or an elephant’s trunk or a tree trunk too. At the count of three, Big Daddy King unleashed his beast of a cock so he could pose with Heather as she hurled small cock humiliation phone sex jokes at her loser husband, who watched while licking his wounds.
She looked right at the camera, and we all knew she spoke to her husband when she said, “Never compete where you can’t compare.” That jab, she directed straight to her loser husband. In that moment, Heather showed off her smoking body and her black thong with “The Back Bull God,” in rhinestones, her tramp stamp, and her ass cheeks that showed off a queen of spades tattoo on one side and BNWO on the other side. She never thought this day would happen, but she prepared for it, nonetheless.
Before she started to worship the anaconda, she looked straight in the camera and proudly said, “I will never touch my husband’s white dick again.” She said it in front of the entire world. And then she let The Back Bull God spank her perfect ass
The Black Bull God owns her for life. Millions of viewers watched as she begged Big Daddy King for his cum shot. She screamed as she felt The Black Bull God Cock bottom out her white girl pussy. And with just one thrust, she turned to jelly as Big Daddy King fucked her like a ragdoll on a live stream in front of millions of viewers. And I’m sure that loser husband watched and cried a river of tears because now the world knows he is a cuckold husband forever.
But he brought it on himself. What became the worst day of the husband ‘s life became the best day of Heather ‘s life. Everything happens for a reason. Her loser husband can blame nobody but himself. And now another white woman will never fuck her husband’s loser white dick again. Just wait until The Black Bull God Cock comes for your wife.
Nobody does romantic phone sex I like my sweet James. Six months after meeting my handsome Air Force officer, he showed up at the club while I danced on stage. I could see him in full uniform holding roses. Of course, I hopped off the stage and ran into his arms to give him a big hug and a smooch. I felt so happy to see him again. And I love nice surprises like this.
He wrapped his arms around me, twirled me around, then embraced me with a long romantic kiss. We both missed each other so much. Of course, I told him he could stay with me for his three-day weekend. I feel so seen in his eyes. He appreciates my womanly figure. Plus, he accepts me for who I am. He makes me glow. While we talked, a few of the other dancers came up to meet James. Honestly, I think they thought I made up my boyfriend. But now they could see my handsome Air Force officer was all real.
James politely shook every girl’s hand. And then the owner of the club offered us the VIP room for no charge. I wanted to be his private dancer. Make any roleplay phone sex fantasy come to life for him. So, I grabbed his hand and led the way to the VIP room. Immediately, I sat him on the chair and put on some air supply music for a sexy lap dance. He told me his heart felt like it raced with love for me. I walked around the chair, running my fingers through his hair and kissing him. Before long, I started rubbing his shoulders and his chest.
I sat on his lap and wrapped my body around his becoming one. We kissed passionately. He looked me in the eye and told me how much he missed me, and then ours tongue intertwined, and our bodies melted into one. As I sat on his lap, I could feel something beneath me. And with a naughty grin, I asked him did I do that? But I kept grinding once I knew I made my soldier’s soldier happy to see me.
As I palmed the back of his head, I pushed my breasts into his face. And his mouth caught my nipples as I started to motorboat him. His breath, his touch makes me weak. He massaged my breasts and we looked at each other with bedroom eyes. Lost in love. My kitty purred at his touch and his soldier grew harder.
So, I unzipped his pants and began to massage his beautiful cock. I used both hands to stroke his soldier as my breasts continued to bounce in his face. Fate brought us together. And we fell helplessly in love almost instantly. I won the lottery meeting him. He makes me feel like the only woman in the world. And nobody makes me feel that special.
We walked over to the couch so we could get more comfortable. Plus, I wanted his soldier in my mouth. As I sat between his legs, I took his soldier in my mouth and worked my magic tongue all over him. But I made sure to keep my gaze on him. And I told him I loved every inch of him as I started to make his manhood disappear in my mouth. My head started to bob up and down on his soldier while I felt him running his hands through my hair. His touch electrified me.
But I guess I made him greedy for my wet bald pussy because suddenly he told me it was my turn and he tossed me on the sofa. Such a big strong man. He hungrily ripped my G string off and began kissing my inner thighs. I felt my body quiver as his hands spread my legs apart. Oh, how he makes my kitty purr.
He gently kissed the opening of my garden of Eden, and I felt myself gushing over his fingers. His tongue started at the bottom of my love canyon and worked all the way up to my clit flicking back-and-forth. My body felt weak. And my desire felt strong. I could feel myself shaking and trembling in such a good way for James. Love at its finest. I’ve never wanted anyone like I wanted him.
He even kissed my rosebud, and I felt so tingly. As his tongue plunged deep into my womanhood, I never in 1 million years could’ve guessed I would end up this lucky. A volcano started to brew between my legs. I thought my wetness might drown my handsome prince.
He worked circles on my magic button, trapping my clit in his mouth. I could not hold back the explosion much longer. I felt like I could drown him. And I almost did. I climaxed on his face, and he basked in my orgasm tasting me. Tasting our love. I let off a geyser all over his face as I moaned James, I’m coming for you. And in that moment, I came all over my oral master.
He lapped up my juices, and I know I made him sticky. And I joked that eating my pussy must be like eating cotton candy because I’m sticky and sweet. As we kissed passionately, I could taste how good he makes me feel. But I wanted to feel his soldier in my pussy. I felt him glide into me slowly and that made my back arch and my body feel electrified all over again. He glided in my pussy so easily because he made me so wet. I clenched my pussy muscles around his love muscle and wrapped my legs around him to bring him deeply into me.
He makes me feel so magical, so alive. I squeezed my kitty on his soldier as we kissed and found a rhythm for fucking. My sweet honey juice coated his shaft. And I began to move my hips faster, drowning his soldier. But I did let him know that my wetness appeared to be all his fault.
And we enjoyed a good laugh as we made love on the couch in the VIP room. He will be my prince forever. I loved the sloppy sounds of our love making. With him so deep inside my love canal, I thought for a moment if I died, this is how I wanted to go out. Because it felt amazing and I felt like perhaps I was in heaven.
As he pounded my kitty, I let him know that all his meat belonged to me. And I could not wait for him to paint the inside of my love canal with his soldier’s seed. My breathing became labored, and my body tensed up as his soldier rammed in and out of my wet pussy. With my nipples erect and my back arched and my arms around him, I told him how much I loved him before I came on his throbbing cock.
A few more pumps and he exploded inside my garden. And I screamed yes as he proceeded to spray my inner walls. We came together. I drained the life from his soldier, and he drained my energy. Two bodies became one. We made out in the afterglow before showering in the VIP bathroom.
As we left the VIP room, we both boasted a magical glow. I know everybody knew why we went into the VIP room, but I didn’t care. I clocked out of the club so we could go out on the town and enjoy a romantic night before going back to my place to inevitably make love again.
Sometimes I find myself pinching myself because our relationship seems like such a fairytale. The stripper and the officer. And I ask myself all the time, how did I get so lucky. We enjoyed a magical weekend filled with passionate lovemaking, but my heart sank a little when he left. But I know I will see him again soon. Neither of us can stay away from the other for very long. Fate brought us together, but love keeps us together.
One of my New Year’s resolutions involves my wet bald pussy. I vowed to let more men eat my pussy. Now, when it comes to cocks, I consider myself a size queen. However, I’ll let anybody eat my pussy. I considered it a consolation prize for those loser boys who I would never let fuck me in 1 million years.
And I meet men like that all the time. Although I like the attention, I decided a few years ago that I could be a little bit more selective when it comes to men I fuck. I might be tighter than the average woman my age because I’ve never birthed a brat. But I do enjoy a lot of big cocks and likely bigger cocks than your wife takes married to you. Perhaps, my pussy might not be that tight if you sport a 5-inch dick.
You would be surprised at how many simps I meet. Believe it or not men even call my phone sex line for me to deny them an orgasm. They pay money not to cum. And many of those same men enjoy pampering me with presents and gift cards when I deny them. Plus, many of these simps beg to eat my pussy when it’s full of cum from a real man. Like from a man with a big cock.
If you want me to laugh at your small dick and deny you, I will laugh all the way to the bank on your dime. I met Oliver at the grocery store of all places. He saw me walking down the aisles in my leggings and half top and he immediately knew I would not find him worthy enough to fuck. So, he offered to buy my groceries. When a man offers to buy me something before I even know his name, I’m almost always guaranteed that he sports a small dick.
I let him follow me home. And I drained his wallet. But not before I made him eat the cum of another man out of my pussy. Before I went to the store, I met one of my lovers and he fucked me into oblivion, leaving my pussy full of cum. Now some of it did drip down my legs and into my panties, but he discovered plenty of cum still left inside of my pussy to eat out of me.
And we played a little game called pay per lick. $100 for every lick until I orgasmed. And it took 50 licks for me to cum on his face. He had to go to the ATM to withdraw the money.
So clearly, he enjoys tease & denial phone sex games with a side order of financial domination. And I enjoy men like that. Men who know they can’t please a woman other than with their bank account. Not my problem he did not orgasm. He will learn to get his pleasure through my pleasure. I just love having a simp in my life. Now I can call up another loser to clean me up after a real man fucks me properly.
I think you deserve more phone sex in 2026. I pretty much hung up my stripper heels because I’m 40 now. Now I know I don’t look it, and I don’t act it, but I really don’t want to go to the club 4 nights a week anymore. Although I will never completely retire from the stripper life, I will entertain private parties and special requests. And I will continue to hire and train the talent. But I want to stay home more, and I want to fuck more and I want to talk dirty more.
I’m off to a good start. I worked all Friday on my phone line. Usually Fridays, I go to the club. But I wanted to see how busy my phone line might get. And as it turns out, just like the strip club, Fridays appear busy. Everybody gets paid and they want to spend their money on the sexy ladies.
As soon as I signed on, I got a four-hour call. Party boy. But I never judge. Get as fucked up as you want on a call but understand that the more you drink or the more you smoke the less likely your dick will work. Women don’t have that problem. I can cum no matter if I polished off 3 bottles of wine or not. I never struggle to get a wet bald pussy.
My party caller wanted to explore his fetish. He likes to worship ass. Not a problem for me. I’ve made a lot of money off my ass over the years. Men love to lick it, fuck it, smell it, spank it, and just admire it. This baby got back. And every woman loves owning a private ass worshiper.
So, I sat on my caller’s face for hours. We swapped kinky stories as he munched on my ass. I even pissed down his throat a few times too. If you eat ass, I don’t think golden showers will offend you. And he loved it. He told me it tasted better than the champagne he drank on New Year’s Eve.
We enjoyed a great conversation. Of course, his dick wouldn’t work. But it never would’ve pleased me anyway because he confessed that he only has a 3-inch cock. Hell, I can’t use the word cock. Not in the same breath as 3 inches at least. That’s a shrimp’s tail.
So, I guess in hindsight it didn’t matter that he acted too drunk to get an erection. I would’ve denied him anyway. And something else I want more of in 2026 is small cock humiliation phone sex. I just love shaming little dicks. And making sure men know that they don’t meet my standards. So, if you have a small cock like my caller, be prepared to lick some ass and drink some piss because you will never fuck me.
I enjoy romantic phone sex. Even though when I first entered the adult business, I acted mainly as a submissive whore. I evolved somewhere in my 30s. And I gave up on being only a submissive bitch. I stopped taking orders from tiny dick men. And took control of my own life and my own destiny. I don’t care what any woman tells you, we all love a little romance. Now some men seem better at that than others.
I worked at the club on Christmas Eve. And sadly, as profitable of a night as it turned out to be for me, I came down with some virus that had me sicker than a dog for a few days. Hence why did I not work for a couple days. I had to cancel my holiday plans with my girlfriend. She just had a baby, so I did not want to risk getting her or my God angel sick. So, I stayed home.
A guy from the club came in looking for me and when he found out I was sick, he asked one of the girls for my address and phone number. But she checked with me first. And I said, sure. This guy seems great. Now he’s not the most romantic man I know That honor goes to James my sexy Handy Man. But Mike likes to spoil a woman.
He seems like a lonely hearts kind of guy. Never married. Lots of money, but no woman to spend it on. So, he spoils strippers and hookers. Now this guy poses no threat to me. He’s not a stalker. Just a lonely man with a passion for phone sex babes and strippers like me. He brought me a huge dinner. And he remembered I do not eat meat. So, he made me a tofurkey with all the trimmings. I think he did this because he felt lonely too and two people who feel lonely can give each other some company.
We watched some Christmas movies like Home Alone and Die Hard and enjoyed each other ‘s company. By that time, I started feeling better. I never fucked him until Christmas, and I shocked myself when I saw his cock. I never guessed he would sport a 9-inch dick. He’s not even that tall.
At first, he did not want to fuck me. He just wanted to eat my wet pussy. Make me cum because he believed that the quickest way to feel better when you’re sick involves a good orgasm. Sort of getting the poison out of your body. I’m not sure I believe in that pseudo-science, but I wanted to explore his theory.
But he made me a believer. Because after I came on his face half a dozen times and few times on his cock, I immediately started feeling better. It felt like the virus left my body. Not many men I know make me their focus. Like men who care about my sexual pleasure and want to spoil me. So, when I meet a guy with a little romance in his bones, I let them into my life. And maybe my wet bald pussy too.
Just two lonely people spending Christmas together, giving each other a little companionship and a lot of pleasure. Nothing wrong with that right. I’m feeling 100% better now. And I’m ready to get back to taking care of horny men like you. So, let me ask you, are you ready for some romance and some awesome ball draining for 2026?
Merry Christmas to my married men phone sex lovers. And I do have a lot of you. Most of the men who visit me at the club or call my phone line are married with neglected cocks. Perhaps who ever invented the phone bone industry did it for the married men. They appear to be the bulk of my callers. But since I’m not looking to get married anytime soon or even settle down with just one fella quite yet, married men seem perfect.
We held our annual Christmas party last night at the club. I dressed up in a sexy red outfit. We even had a Santa Claus come into the club to take pictures with the girls and even the patrons. Catered food and drink specials. Discounts on the VIP room. The club looked packed. And honestly, the club has not been packed in a long time.
I saw one of my favorite married men. He’s been a regular of mine for years. Technically probably decades. However, he disappeared on me almost 2 years. But for a while there he seemed like my bread and butter at the club. I threw my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. And I let him know how much I missed him.
His eyes lit up when he saw me. And he told me he came to the club in hopes of seeing me again. I explained to him I mostly work my phone sex line these days, but I still manage the girls. And he looked sad when I said that. So, I added that we could still get the VIP room and he could still get a private dance with his favorite girl.
Since he purchased the VIP room for two hours, we could take our time. Get caught up. Poor guy suffered a heart attack two years ago. Plus, I guess his wife found out how much money he likes to spend on the ladies and put him under a close watch. However, she went out of town, and he came to the club.
Well, I needed to make the best of this if it might be another 2 years before I see him again. I figured the chance seemed good that his balls would be backed up. His wife might keep him under lock and key since she discovered his passion for strippers and escorts, but I figured she no longer fucks him. She didn’t fuck him before his heart attack. That’s why he came to the club every Friday night. His poor, neglected cock felt so heavy with backed up cum.
So, I gave him my best head moves. Drained his balls dry. My handsome married man turned 68 recently, but he does not need Viagra. He just needs the mouth of a blonde stacked GFE phone sex babe. I’ve been told I can raise the dead with my mouth.
According to him, I work miracles. And he blew a massive load. I figured he’d leave a hole in the back of my head when he came. I ended up riding his cock in the VIP room too. We never fucked before, believe it or not. Plenty of hand jobs and blow jobs in the VIP room, but I never fucked him. Although he does possess a big wallet, he does not possess a big dick.
Perhaps, this constituted pity sex. But I don’t look at it that way. Just a nice older man with an average cock who’s going through something, and his wife neglects his cock. Sound like you. This is why I prefer to stay single. It seems like once a woman says I do, she closes her legs for business. And I don’t understand that. My old regular got his money’s worth in the VIP room. I swallowed two loads of cum and my pussy took a third load. Hopefully I’ll see him again before another two years pass, but at least I know if I don’t, he will enjoy his holiday.
Merry Christmas to all my sissy phone sex faggots. And you know who you are. Once I started posting content that illuminated my love for big black cock, all these little sissy faggots crawled out of the woodwork. Even in the club guys who do not see my BBC content seem to know that I’m a superior woman who deserves big dick. I guess I just give off that vibe. But I’m not strictly a black cock whore. Big comes in all shapes and sizes and colors.
However, most of my little sissy boys crave those big black dicks. And I can help them get it. I don’t judge. In fact, I think it’s healthy to be a black cock faggot because at least then you’re admitting that you cannot please your woman. When John came into the club last night, he only had one thing on his mind. He wanted fed big black cock. He wanted to worship me and fall bow to superior cock.
The club bouncer Leroy enjoys helping me with all these little black cock faggots that come into the club. Now some of them don’t realize their place on this earth yet, but we show them. Last year John came in the club and caused a scene because he assumed as a stripper, I would be greedy for his money and overlook his 3-inch dick. First off, 3 inches that’s a clit not a dick. And second, if you’re that small, you belong in panties not boxer shorts. Keep the little fella contained in a safe space not flopping all around getting lost in boxer briefs.
John begged for black cock phone sex humiliation. And Leroy helped. Leroy let me worship his cock in the VIP room while this little loser John watched. This loser paid me $1000 to suck a cock in front of him and deny him an orgasm. You know I’m going to take that money and run. Easy money. I showed John what a superior dick looks like. Plus, I showed him how good it feels when a real man fucks me.
Little John, as I refer to him because of his micro penis, looked like a monkey in the zoo playing with his tiny little nub. He strummed it back-and-forth while Leroy made me squirt with his dick. A big enough cock gives a woman a hot squirting pussy. But a little dick can’t do shit for a sexy babe. And I made sure John knew that.
After Leroy nutted in my pussy, I made John lick it up. His treat for being a good little cucky bitch boy. I turned him into a sissy black cock faggot. And I can turn you into one too. Merry Christmas, sissies, black cock, faggots, cuckolds, and losers. You all can enjoy my sloppy seconds while the real men fuck me.
The only thing on a white sugar baby’s Christmas list this year is black cock phone sex with The Black Bull God. My King took time out from his busy schedule of cuckold Christmas parties and Black Friday events to hang out with his sugar baby OG and a few new hot social media influencers who recently joined the elitist posse of sugar babies.
And I’m always happy to meet new sugar babies, especially hot ones. But I suppose that might seem redundant because The Black Bull God does not bang ugly chicks. I joined my beloved King in Vegas for a special meet and greet with some social influencers. And Big Daddy King has social influencers and amateur porn stars, as well as slut wives, and sugar babies lining up around the block for a chance just to meet The Black Bull God.
While we were in this fancy elite club, we met an influencer who when she saw Big Daddy King fell to her knees in front of him and said, “Nice to meat you.” And she did mean meat. She meant 13.5 inches of coke can thick dark meat. Of course, my King sported his mistletoe Gucci belt. And right there in the club she pulled out The Black Bull God Cock and announced that it looked even bigger than she thought. So, I told the King, we should bring her back to his penthouse suite to hang with us. I wanted to play with not only the Anaconda, but this hot social media influencer too.
We were about to make one of her wicked fantasies become a reality. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, baby. Her star will be on the rise with this newest content that I filmed. From the Vegas strip to feature dancing in one of the King’s clubs in Houston to the hottest porn star in the world.
My go pro filmed some hot new content. She begged to be filmed. The camera loves her. But obviously it loves The Black Bull God Cock more. Our King wanted to film content of the two of us acting like Black Bull God Cock Worshipers for life. Once you go black with Big Daddy King you never go back. We fell to our knees and begged to remove our King’s Gucci belt with the mistletoe on it. Talk about a big stocking stuffer. And a pussy stuffer too.
We took some selfies once we unleashed the beast from its compression shorts. I took pictures of The Black Bull God Cock draped over her shoulders. It went way past her big boobs too. So, I took to social media to insult all the white tiny dick losers watching this live feed. Many viewers signed on to watch our new posse member get dick slapped by the biggest cock on the planet. We both begged The Black Bull God to destroy our white girl pussies. But that seems inevitable with a monster cock like his.
We started off in the Jacuzzi. A little girl on girl action served as foreplay. And she did have a yummy wet bald pussy. Big Daddy King grabbed the handcuffs while I grabbed the camera to film what I knew would be an auspicious moment. The Black Bull God bent her over the balcony while handcuffed and overlooking the Vegas strip to fuck her. Not only did she pledge the allegiance to The Black Bull God, but she also chanted, “Black Bull God,” repeatedly. Big Daddy King spanked her perfect ass with The Black Bull God Cock. And it left a mark, LOL.
I filmed Big Daddy King bottoming out the newest white girl pussy. He pulled her beautiful hair, spanked her hot ass, fucked her, but he saved his load for our faces. Side-by-side with our tongues wagging like horny bitches in heat we begged for his biggest cum shot and he granted our Christmas wish. So, we had a white Christmas and a big black cock Christmas too. All that massive nut gave us the white Christmas we so eagerly wanted. But The Black Bull God Cock gave us both the black Christmas we needed.
The sexy social media influencer will be a welcome addition for the most sought after sugar baby posse on the plant. I see big things on her horizon and I’m not just talking about The Black Bull God Cock. Merry Christmas you cuckold white losers.
