Romantic phone sex seems designed for my prince, James. I should’ve known that my handsome soldier would plan something special for me on Valentine’s Day. I figured I’d be alone on the most romantic day of the year. But my prince managed to sneak some time off from the Air Force Base to surprise his special girl.
I woke up to the smell of food. And I heard somebody in the kitchen. At first, I thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then for a moment, I thought somebody broke into my house. But why would a burglar be in my kitchen obviously cooking food.
Still in my pink nightgown, I ventured out and saw my beloved James cooking me a special breakfast for Valentine’s Day. My landlord let him in. I embraced him and asked him how I got so lucky. I love his hugs. He holds me so tightly that it feels like he will never let me go. And I like that feeling.
I put some Air Supply on and he smiled. As the music played, we sat down to eat, and he told me he couldn’t let his best girl spend Valentine’s Day alone. Sometimes I must pinch myself to know this is real. I never believed in love at first sight until that very day he walked into the strip club and our eyes locked. After breakfast, we danced to our favorite Air Supply song.
With my head on his shoulder and his arms around my waist, we melted into each other. Right before he kissed me passionately, he let this phone sex babe know that he loved her. And I love him. We make each other feel special and safe. The stripper and the officer, I joked. We paved our own unique love story.
As we danced, I could feel his heart beating against mine. He pulled away gently and told reached into his pocket. And he pulled out a small box with a red ribbon on it. I could feel my heart swelling with more love. The only present I need is you, James, I remember telling him.
I opened the box and saw the most beautiful pair of diamond stud earrings I’ve ever seen. A small token of his love. So elegant and beautiful. And when he told me that I deserved the world, our lips locked again in a passionate kiss. I love kissing James. I tingle at his touch and my heart flutters.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom as Every Woman in the World played on my stereo. Slowly, I gave him a private strip tease. I love being his private dancer. I could feel his eyes on my sexy breasts, and I started to watch intently as he took his clothes off. Before long, we were naked on my bed, kissing passionately again. My fingers began to roam his body, as I felt him gently pinching my nipples and kissing my neck.
My hand reached down to stroke his soldier. But he became hungry for my love garden. I could see the fire in his eyes. And the love. So, I laid back on my bed, spread my legs and gently pushed his head between my legs. He began kissing my thighs. And barely touching my love garden with his nose. But I still trembled. Feeling his warm breath on the opening of my loved tunnel always excites me.
As he kissed up and down my love garden, I moaned and felt myself drenching his face. He hovered over my rosebud with his mouth and began to lick back-and-forth, turning my legs to jelly. As he flicked his tongue slowly and softly back-and-forth, my honey nectar drenched his face.
My hips started grinding gently on his face, and I started moaning louder. I felt like my thighs held his head like a vice grip. I ran my fingers though his hair as I quivered from his touch. With each flick of his tongue, he would go a little bit deeper into my womanhood. Now, he wore my legs like earmuffs. I got lost in the sensation of his tongue on my pussy. But I started to yearn for his soldier in my mouth.
Before that could happen, I enjoyed an intense orgasm on his face. His tongue unlocked my floodgates. My nipples felt so hard I thought they could cut glass. My back arched as I began to sweat and tremble preparing to cum on James‘s face. And as my juice cascaded over his face, he lapped it up. My entire body felt it. And I could not stop quivering. His mouth brought me closer to heaven in that moment.
Perhaps, I drowned my prince in my honey nectar. I saw his face peek up from between my legs, and he glistened like a glazed doughnut. I felt greedy wanting to feel his cock in my mouth. He twirled his tongue around my clit one more time sending electric shocks throughout my body. Then he spun my body around so that his soldier dangled above my face.
The entire bedroom smelled like me. My pussy felt swollen and my legs could not stop shaking. I felt him spreading my lips with his fingers continuing to lick up and down as I kissed the head of his soldier. And I slowly guided him into my mouth until those Air Force balls felt flushed against my chin. We both began to moan in pleasure. I love slurping on his missile. I took him deep into my throat as he gently lapped up the juices flowing still from my very sensitive garden. We could both feel the passion.
I truly enjoy taking his love rocket down my throat and feeling him grow harder in my mouth. But I wanted him inside of me. He pulled his cock away from my mouth, turned his body around and slowly entered my love garden with his guided missile. My love muscles grabbed his cock and pulled him inside me. My juices enabled his soldier to glide into my garden easily. As I kissed him, I could taste my own love on his face. He started pumping faster and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as we kissed again, deeply and passionately.
Then he flipped me over doggy style so he could admire my nice ass. I twerked my round butt a few times begging for his cock deep inside of me. He pumped his soldier inside of my love tunnel. Real love pumped in and out of my pussy balls deep. I could feel him swelling inside my garden.
My juices cascaded down his shaft just like they did his face. Like a man on a mission my prince pumped in and out of my pussy, wanting to make me cum again. We made a huge wet spot on my bed too, but neither of us minded being drenched in the essence of the other. He held onto my body tightly as his love rocket thrust in and out of me.
Talk about a wet bald pussy. I’m not sure anything ever made me feel so wet. He flipped me over on my back so that I could see his love rocket going in and out of me. We both felt prepared to orgasm intensely. His soldier glistened from my juices. The veins popped out on his big purple head. He stroked it a few times and I stuck out my tongue to catch some love.
As I came on his soldier, I begged my prince to cum too. And as his seed flew out of his cock, I eagerly waited to taste his love sauce. His hot and sticky love felt so amazing on my body. I licked it from my fingers and rubbed it into my flesh. He collapsed on top of me and our bodies became one again.
I wrapped my legs and my arms around him holding him so tightly. Neither of us felt like we could talk in that moment. Literally took the wind out of our sails. We felt dehydrated from such intense orgasms, but we managed to say, “I love you,” before collapsing out of exhaustion into each other’s arms.
We laid in the wetness of our love as 80s love songs continue to play in the background. The entire day was ours. He told me he managed to get the entire weekend off so that we could spend it in bed watching romance movies, making love and basking in each other ‘s love. Every day I ask myself how I got so lucky. Dreams to come true
I love dominatrix phone sex calls. As a sexy switch, I tell guys the size of their dick depends on what they get. Although I do enjoy hair pulling, name calling, ass slapping, and things like that, I would never let a man with a tiny dick to any of that. And I would never let a man with a tiny dick fuck me either. Girls need standards.
I did something last night at the club that I hate to do. I got a tiny dick loser banned from the club. It goes against my desire to make money to ban guys from the club. If they get banned, they don’t spend money on pretty ladies anymore. But not only did this guy act like he had a big cock, but he also pretended he had money. In my circles, we call that a Splenda daddy. And for those of you who don’t get that reference, it’s a knock off sugar daddy. A pretend sugar daddy. GFE phone sex babes can spot a knock off a mile away.
This man booked the VIP room using three different cards so that gave it away, that he was broke ass loser. Now, he booked the VIP room with one of my newer girls. A young hot coed, dancing herself through college. We’ve experienced trouble with this man in the club before. But one way or another we managed to milk him dry. But this girl pushed the panic button, so I went into the room with our big black bouncer to rescue her.
And I found him on top of my coed trying to force her to suck his little dick. Now I’m not saying that oral sex and fucking never occurs in the VIP room because it always occurs for the right price and the right cock. But this guy felt that because he paid for the VIP room that guaranteed him a blow job. Not all women at the club will accept money in exchange for sexual favors. We train young girls to say no to such offers because they don’t know how to spot an undercover cop yet.
This loser’s cock looked smaller than my pinky. I pulled him off her and I kicked him in the balls. My bouncer could’ve done it, but I wanted to put this loser in his place myself. He needed a woman to take him down because clearly, he thinks he owns all women. And I told him that with his tiny wallet and cock he lacks the means to own any woman. Plus, I further explained that any woman in this club appeared well out of his league.
Not only did I emasculate this loser, but I also gave him a healthy dose of CBT phone sex. Trampled his cock, kicked him in the balls and I even bitch slapped him a few times. And my big black bouncer just watched and laughed. I did let the bouncer drag him out of the club and toss him in the dumpster outback where he belongs. And we let him know he got himself banned from the club forever.
We deal with tiny dick losers every day in the club. But most of them know that they sport tiny dicks and mind their manners. They just want a chance to look at the lovely ladies out of their league and give them some money. But there’s nothing worse than a tiny dick loser who doesn’t realize he’s a tiny dick loser.
Unfortunately, in the past, I did experience toilet slave phone sex as the toilet slave. However, now I get to experience it from a much different perspective. As a switch, I now dominate men too. And I do my best to avoid anyone who wants to piss on me. But over the weekend I went to the club. The club remained closed for eight days because of the weather.
The club needed help. And I knew I could help. Surprise, the club looked packed. Eight days is a long time to go without looking at pussy for some of these guys. We do get quite a few lonely hearts at the club. Some men, I feel badly for milking. But most guys know what happens in the club is not reality. We stroke egos so we can drain wallets. It’s an exchange.
However, we all get our lovelorn stalkers. But mostly we experience men who know the women in the club work for tips. And on Saturday night I met a new guy. Cliff. An out-of-town businessman. He looked so sophisticated and married. I could see the ring on his finger. He approached me with an offer. This man did not want me to blow him, give him a hand job or even fuck him in the VIP room. But he did want this GFE Phone sex babe to piss on him.
Dammit. Not that I mind pissing on a toilet slave for money. I just didn’t see this coming. A sexy older man did not want to fuck me. He wanted humiliation. But once he pulled his pants down in the VIP room, I understood why. This man stood over 6 feet tall, but his cock appeared closer to 3 inches. How sad for him. How sad for women.
But I got the sense that this man understood he didn’t measure up. No stripper would want to fuck him for any amount of money. Mostly true. I know I wouldn’t. First, I pissed on his cock and balls, slapping his tiny dick and laughing. This poor man appeared to be all potatoes with no meat. He offered me a few extra thousand dollars to piss right on his face. So, I did it. I squatted my superior pussy and ass right over this loser’s face and forced him to drink my pee.
Then I used his face as human toilet paper. I made him lick me up and down to ensure he got every drop. This man bought the VIP room for two hours. And I chugged lemonade out of one of those power water jugs so I could supply him with an endless amount of urine. Usually, I send guys home from the VIP room smelling like my pussy. I turn them into glazed doughnuts, not a toilet. But money talks.
This phone sex babe won’t do anything for money. But that’s because I do possess some standards. However, I’m not too proud to ignore an offer to turn a man into my toilet slave. I find it fun and often profitable. Do you want to be my potty slave?
Let’s enjoy an adult beverage and talk about your phone sex fetish. So, I read an article recently that said some researcher in the field of human sexuality compiled a list of over 550 types of sexual fetishes. They call them paraphilias which simply means non-normal sexual interests. But who decides what’s normal, right? I think any sexual fetish feels normal if it’s our sexual fetish. And what’s the harm. Why do people feel the need to kink shame.
I don’t kink shame. Perhaps we all have them. But the other night, a friend and I looked over this fast list of different sexual fetishes. Now some of them makes we knew about like foot fetishes, attraction to transgender folks, BDSM, smoking and voyeurism. Things like that. But we found some we never even heard of. Did you know that there’s a sexual fetish for clowns. Like people want to fuck clowns or fuck while dressed as a clown. I think Poltergeist and It ruined me for the fetish decades ago, LOL
And there’s also a fetish for armpits. Like men want to fuck and cum in an armpit. I’m not judging. But I am curious if there’s anybody out there who reads my blogs who wants to fuck my armpit or fuck me dressed as a clown.
My girlfriend and I drank a couple bottles of wine and started reading over all the sexual fetishes. Some of them freaked us out a little bit, but that’s just because a fetish towards insects would likely result in a heart attack for me. We read a story about a guy who could only fuck his girlfriend when he covered her in bugs. Not only would I piss myself, but I’d likely experience a heart attack if even one insect crawled across my stomach.
You think you’re wild and kinky until you read stories about unique fetishes. My girlfriend strips like I do, but she doesn’t do phone sex. And I’ve talked to guys with all sorts of different fetishes and I’ve experienced some in the VIP room at the club too. So, we swapped stories.
I told her about this one guy that would come into the VIP room, and he wanted me to masturbate him with balloons. Yes, you read that correctly. Balloons. He liked to rub his cock on them and while he did that, I would pop the balloons, but he wouldn’t know when. And almost every time I popped the balloon he spontaneously came.
My fellow stripper bestie told me about this guy that used to pay her so he could fuck her in his bathtub full of Jell-O. We Jell-O wrestled before at the club. Back before Covid, once in a blue moon the club would host a Jell-O wrestling night. I just thought maybe because it seemed less messy than mud wrestling. But it is a popular fetish. Jelly fetishism. Which means a person derives sexual gratification from gelatinous substances like jelly or slime on their bodies.
Personally, I wrote down a few fetishes that sounded a little interesting to me. I’m down to explore new things. Plus, I enjoy exploring fetishes with my callers. Fetish phone sex calls help us explore in a safe environment new and intriguing things. So, who wants to explore some new things with me?
I enjoy phone sex threesomes. But I don’t get them often. I understand the cost of two sexy girls can be prohibitive to some people. However, when I get to enjoy the company of Marley and my beloved prince James, the threesome feels not only magical, but romantic too. One of the many great things about this business is how we can travel back in time and be anybody we want. Our mind serves as our biggest erogenous zone.
In our hot fantasy, we went back to the 80s again. One week after James took Marley to his cadet ball and we enjoyed a hot threesome afterwards. This time James planned a romantic date for the three of us. A picnic in a secluded area of a beautiful park on a beautiful sunny day. What else could a girl want? Marley wore a pretty little sundress and I did too. But I wore panties and Marley decided not to so James would have easy access to her sweet pussy.
Being such a wonderful prince meant that James thought of everything. He brought strawberries and wine, lots of cheese and crackers for a wonderful picnic. We toasted with some wine and strawberries. What a romantic phone sex date. Of course, James puts the romance into anything. Just when I thought men did not know how to woo a woman anymore, I met James. And he can out woo any man.
Marley and I fed each other strawberries that we dipped inside of each other ‘s warm, wet pussies. Then we fed them to each other and James so he could taste our sweet honey nectar. I know we were outside at a public park, but we felt secluded enough that we could enjoy some naked fun. Marley and I stripped and took our time admiring each other ‘s bodies. I sucked on one of Marley ‘s boobs and she sucked on mine as we fingered our pussies. We glanced over and Jame’s soldier appeared at attention watching Marley and I make out like horny teen girls.
James came over and started rubbing Marley ‘s love garden. And then he took the other boob so that we could suck on Marley ‘s boobs together. She started to grab mine and caress it, kissing my nipple while I unleashed James ‘s soldier in his jeans. Marley and I fell to our knees to worship the soldier that appeared at attention for us both. We kissed with his cock in between our lips.
As Marley deep throated James’s ample cock, I sucked on his swollen balls. Marley showed off her deep throating skills by taking his soldier balls deep. And her and I continued to worship his magnificent cock in unison. He has plenty to share. Marley took a seat on James ‘s face so he could eat her bald pussy. And I sucked on his cock.
I could feel his shaft growing stiffer in my mouth as Marley grinded her pussy on his face. Nobody worships a love garden like James. And I loved hearing the sounds of Marley screaming on his face repeatedly. I knew she would turn his face into a glazed doughnut. But I couldn’t take it anymore. My pussy dripped as I watched James hold on to Marley’s thighs as she sat on his face cumming. It appeared he wanted to drown in her juices.
And his soldier dripped pre-cum making it glisten just like his face. So, I hopped onto his cock. My nipples looked so hard they could cut glass. I rode his cock till I came on his shaft. But then I knew Marley needed to take a ride on the cock we share. With his cock dripping of my honey juice, I guided it into Marley’s pussy for her turn. Neither of us gets jealous. We love sharing James together. Besties and college roommates share everything. Including my prince’s beautiful cock.
While James pushed his cock deep into Marley’s pussy, I got on top of his face. My turn. Best ride in town. Of course, James made me lose control of my pussy and I started squirting all over his face. James’s magic tongue and his very skilled fingers gave me a hot squirting pussy. As I came on James ‘s face, Marley came on his cock. The two of us kissed while riding our favorite soldier.
We continued to share James ‘s cock while we enjoyed each other and a hot call. By the time, Marley and I finished cumming our legs felt like Jell-O. And we felt all tingly everywhere. Although I did not get jealous when James shot his load inside of Marley ‘s pussy, I did get greedy. So, I buried my tongue into her young pussy, licking it clean so we could snowball his cum together before we finished our picnic. What a wonderful threesome. The best threesome if you ask me. Marley, plus me, and plus James equals hot fucking and lots of romance.
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.
