Me and any white woman can never wait to get the biggest cum shot from the biggest cock. And in my world that biggest cock is always The Black Bull God Cock. I get excited anytime I get to see The Black Bull God Cock. However, I also become excited anytime I get to talk to The Black Bull God too. He is the supreme being and serves as the universal language of love and lust.
My King recently did a tour of Australia. Now, The Black New World Order has chapters on every continent except for Antarctica. And I suspect that’s just because if The Black Bull God visited Antarctica, he would melt that ice quicker than global warming.
While down under, my King visited2 swingers clubs. One in Melbourne and one in Sydney. And as you can imagine the women went crazy for The Black Bull God Cock in Australia. Only 3% of the population in Australia identifies as black. So, to appease sexually curious white women, swingers clubs fly black men in as entertainment. And finally, Australia got the only black man that every woman covets. Australia flew in The Black Bull God.
While there, he met many cuckolding phone sex couples. And he will go back to Australia more often now that he broke the seal. He met a man named Ben who’s little clitty appeared locked up in a cage. And of course, Ben married a woman way out of his league. So, you know Big Daddy King fucked his wife in front of him.
And two hot Australian porn stars joined. So, they all got to worship The Black Bull God Cock while ignoring Ben. And they should ignore Ben. He’s just the pay piggy. He married Destiny, a hot trophy wife, because he’s a big tech God in his country. We know he didn’t score a hot bitch like her because of his charming personality. He only scored a hot wife because of his wallet.
And Destiny upgraded her body for meeting The Black Bull God. And Ben paid for it. She’s an American, but Ben is Australian. Although she looked stacked to begin with, she upgraded her boobs a couple sizes, and she got a Brazilian butt lift so that she can be a true PAWG for The Black Bull God.
She’s also very tan with discernible bikini lines. And she showed off her Black Bull God tats. Banging body. She felt ready for The King to bring the thunder down under. Ben paid $50,000 to the Black New World Order Australian chapter for the pleasure of watching his wife ride the one and only Black Bull God Cock.
Destiny and Ben made it rain. She seemed so excited to undo our King’s Gucci belt. And when she took his slacks off his white cock sleeve displayed the Australian flag in diamonds. Between Destiny and the two Australian porn stars, they covered that white man sleeve in rainbow kisses. And they knew they felt a tree trunk move. Ben deserved to be in a cage. He has a 3-inch nub compared to a 13.5-inch Anaconda. No comparison. But Ben seems smarter than the average cuckold. He knew he could not compete where he did not compare.
Destiny, of course, fell to her knees and unleashed the beast. A forearm challenge reinforced what she already knew. She was about to experience the biggest cock of her life. She begged to kiss and devour The Black Bull God Cock. And Big Daddy King grants wishes to hot PAWGs. Especially ones with very wealthy cuckold husbands. While Destiny was on her knees, Big Daddy King draped his massive anaconda across her face. Ben ‘s pathetic dick wouldn’t even cover her chin let alone her entire face.
Finally, it came time to play hide and seek with The Black Bull God Cock. And the King just put the tip in Destiny’s wet bald pussy, and she let out a guttural moan. Even the tip of the anaconda looks way bigger than Ben’s little dick. One, two, three and Destiny begged to be bottomed out by The Black Bull God Cock. Ben watched in awe and horror as The Black Bull God creampied his hot wife.
She will never be the same. Once a white woman experiences The Black Bull God Cock, she never goes back to white dick. To say that the Black Bull God’s Australian trip was a success is an understatement. One little loser white guy funded a BNWO chapter. And a hot, beautiful white woman finally received what her pussy deserves. Plus, the most elite sugar baby posse on the planet just gained another sexy member.
Men like to give women hot ass sex. Most mature women don’t mind a cock in the ass. I can’t even begin to tell you how many cocks I let fuck my ass over the years because it’s been a lot. Before I got into stripping or talking dirty, I made some hardcore anal videos. That paid better than asking people if they wanted fries with their shake while wearing a polyester outfit.
And I like anal sex. But I like giving and receiving. Sometimes I meet a man who just needs a little extra help to orgasm. My years in the adult industry taught me how to milk a prostate. Now I can do that with my fingers, or I can do it with a dildo. So, this guy I hooked up with last night, fucked my ass. However, I think he went on some sort of cocaine bender for a few days. And although coke makes anybody super horny, for men it inhibits their ability to cum.
I know this from phone sex. I talk to a lot of party guys. The cock wants to cum, but their cock often struggles to cum on cocaine. On the phone, I cannot help a man as much as I can when he’s in my bedroom. Mark felt like he needed to explode. His balls were blue. And honestly, my ass became sore. Although I can fuck for hours, this guy started to fuck me raw. I did not think he could cum just fucking my ass. So, I suggested I fuck his ass. And I guess he knew his dick felt raw and he wanted to cum.
I turned the tables and I fucked his ass instead. I keep a strap on in my treasure chest of sex toys. And I don’t find anything wrong with prostate phone sex milking. Men need to cum one way or another. And I help them one way or another. My strap on clearly hit the right spots because my high lover finally started to orgasm. He gave me a huge cum shot too. Even he seemed surprised that in his drug induced state, he could finally cum that much.
I am a seasoned whore. Been in the adult industry for a few decades now. That means I know all the tricks to make a man cum. Just sometimes a man needs to keep an open mind, especially when he suffers from blue balls. After he came, he passed out in my bed. So, I masturbated, came and went to sleep too. When I woke up this morning, I found a thank you note and $5000 in cash. Perhaps he thought I was a hooker. I’m keeping the money. Me and my ass earned that dough last night.
I enjoy a wet bald pussy too. Recently, I hired a new girl at the club. A girl next-door look combined with a tight young body equals a money maker in any strip club. But she’s a coed. And she lacks confidence and experience on the stage. But I know if I train her she can make a lot of money for herself and the club. And that’s my goal. My eye for talent put me in charge of hiring and training the girls at the strip club.
But I found out Shelley ‘s been sleeping in her car. She told me she’s taking a summer school course, but until she starts making some money, she can’t afford to live anywhere. So sometimes she stays at the shelter other times she stays in her car. So, I told her she could live with me for the summer. Rent free too. I have plenty of space. And she can help me when I travel and go out with my small army of pets.
Honestly, it would work out well for me. I do a lot during the summer. And I like to travel and go to concerts. One of the best things about this phone sex job is that I can take it anywhere. So having a roommate to tend to my small army of senior dogs would work out well. We moved her stuff in last night. And I told her if this works out for the summer, she can be my roommate and save money. No doubt my place is a lot cheaper than campus rates for dorms.
After I got her settled, I broke out a bottle of wine. And we polished that bottle quickly. I showed her some dance moves. And I’m not sure what happened. Perhaps she just wanted to show her gratitude, but she begged to eat my pussy. Losers at the club beg to eat my pussy often. But never the strippers. I am bisexual. But every woman can become a lesbian with the right incentive.
I’m not one to turn down anyone who wants to eat my pussy. And by her skill level, I could tell my pussy might not be the first one she’s eaten. She made me cum many times. And I enjoyed it. But I needed to eat that pussy of hers too. I rarely gets to eat a young bald pussy. And she tasted better than that wine we drank. She spent the night in my bed. Not sure when we fell asleep. But I woke up with her licking the alphabet on my clit. And that seemed like something I could get used to, LOL.
I came on her face and fell back asleep. And when I woke back up, I discovered she walked and fed my pups. Did the dishes. She started my laundry and made me breakfast in bed. Although I told her she didn’t need to do any of that, she just wanted to help me out.
Clearly, her parents raised her to show gratitude. And I can appreciate that. So, I know I will feel grateful for bringing this young coed into my house. Apparently, I don’t have a roommate. I have a grateful slave. One who not only cleans my house and takes care of my pets, but who loves to eat my pussy too.
Mutual masturbation phone sex is something we can all enjoy. I love my job. Think about it. I get paid and make men cum and I get paid to make myself cum with your help. Over the years of doing this, I learned some skills. Like jack off instructions and guided masterbation techniques. And I do possess some other skills too. I talked to a lot of older men, so I’ve learned some prostate milking techniques too.
And I love helping men orgasm. But I especially enjoy helping old men who can’t cum or they feel so backed up they don’t even know where to start. And it breaks my heart knowing that there are so many men out there married and backed up. Jeff reached out to me on our instant messenger first.
He asked me if I was any good with guided masturbation. After doing this for a decade, I felt confident saying yes. So, he told me that when his wife became a mother, she completely neglected him. It’s been 12 years since she touched his dick. She’s suddenly found religion and masturbation is a sin now.
So, she told my poor Jeff he couldn’t jack off either. She found religion, not her husband. He should jack off as much as he wants. She doesn’t have to partake. If masturbation was a sin, why do we have two hands? Why do we have sex toys and more importantly why are their phone babes like me to encourage you to jack off?
I’m not sure where her thinking comes from, but it’s fucked up if you ask me. I understand being tired. I hold two jobs. And I always work. But if I found myself in a relationship, I could still at least give him a blow job or a hand job. And trust me, ladies, that’s really all it takes sometimes to please your man.
I suggested Jeff get a larger block of time because when you go that long without an orgasm, it requires more than one cum to drain your balls. He kept adding more time. Which in the phone bone world rarely happens. Most guys cum and hang up on you. I will never understand that. Were you born in a barn. At least say thank you. But unlike the typical guy that calls me, Jeff needed to keep on cumming until those balls seemed completely dry.
So, I suggested prostate phone sex. And he felt game. Now since his wife went all religious, she got rid of all her sex toys. But I can improvise. You would be surprised to know the things a man can use on his ass. So, I suggested some things for Jeff and helped him find lube because he could not find any actual lube.
That fourth orgasm officially drained him. And that’s what I wanted. I made him promise to jack off daily for me. Fuck his wife. She’s not blowing him. So, she can’t stand in the way of him masturbating. I will ever get married for this reason. I never want to be the woman who never wants to give a hand job or a blow job or spread her legs for her man.
There is no better phone sex than with the Black Bull God. He always takes time to see his sugar baby OG or fly me in style on his private jet to whatever location he happens to be at. And currently, Big Daddy King is down in Georgia before he takes a tour of Australia.
Not only does The Black Bull God have worshipers all over the world, he has property all over the world also. And he came down to Georgia to buy some historic property that he can turn into another investment property or a love shack for all his sugar babies. Wherever The Black Bull God is you will find Black Bull God worshipers and loser cuckolds too. The Black Bull God is bigger than the Beatles. Cuckolds know him too because he is all their wives or girlfriends talk about.
You know, The Black New World Order took over the sex scene. Swinging started to make a comeback, but women no longer want white cock. They don’t want to be swinging unless they’re swinging from The Black Bull God Cock. It’s true. Women are done with small or average white dicks. They would rather worship The Black Bull God Cock. And Big Daddy King stays busy wherever he’s at because lots of thirsty, white bitches not only want to film content with The Black Bull God, but they also want to be part of his harem.
I noticed a trend in more cuckolding phone sex calls from white losers and an increase in PAWG women wanting to be sugar babies in the most elite pose of sugar babies in the world. And if you don’t understand what that means it stands for phat ass white women. I think girls understand from a young age that if they want to be with The Black Bull God, they need some push for the kush. They need some junk in that trunk.
Big Daddy King judges bikini contest and beauty pageants, he films content, he turns a profit with any business he touches, and he makes women stars by simply standing in their orbit. Fresh off judging a miss Hawaiian tropics contest, he added a few new beauties to his posse. Lola from Houston and Stacey from Kentucky. And these girls nowadays will do anything to get the attention of The Black Bull God.
Stacey is a PAWG. And to get the attention of the one and only Black Bull God, she put a QRS code on her ass and that got her the attention she wanted. I took Miss Stacey to the back room to meet her master. Even before meeting The Black Bull God, he owned her. The real prize for this bikini contest was not the money or the title. But it was a night with The Black Bull God.
I took her to the back room where our King awaited a formal meeting on his throne. The rightful leader of The Black New World Order looked so dapper in his Gucci suit with his Gucci belt. As soon as Stacey and I walked into the room, The Black Bull God made it rain money. Stacey’s star is now on the rise. She already got her tramp stamp that says Black Bull God Worshiper for Life, as well as her queen of spades tat on her ass along with a BNWO tattoo also.
Big Daddy King undid his Gucci belt, revealing his white anaconda sleeve. And The Black Bull God Cock stood at attention past his belly button. The diamonds on his cock sleeve sparkled. And Miss Kentucky seemed awe struck. I had to bring her back to reality. This was not fantasy phone sex. This was real life. The Black Bull God sat before her in all his glory. This was not a mirage. And this was not in her head. She got down on the floor and started twerking her PAWG ass in front of The King.
She clapped those ass cheeks showing off her tattoos. And then she gave The Black Bull God the lap dance of a lifetime. I could tell Stacey still couldn’t believe this was real. Eventually, The Black Bull God stood up, bent Stacey over the bar and bottomed her out with his Black Bull God Cock.
I held her hand as she screamed. Eventually, her legs turned to Jell-O and she could barely stand. So, our beloved King sat down in his throne and Stacey with the phat ass rode the anaconda from his lap. She’s now only a slut for The Black Bull God. She begged him to nut inside of her. And it felt like The Black Bull God christened her white girl pussy and owned her for life.
But that’s the power of The Black Bull God. He owns white women he’s never even met. And he likely owns your wife, but you just don’t realize it yet. I would say we had a productive time down in Georgia over the weekend. Stacey is now part of the most elite sugar baby posse on the planet. And because of The Black Bull God’s Midas touch, her star will now soar as will her addiction for big black cocks.
Roleplay phone sex excites me because I get to be somebody else. Sometimes I even get to be somebody smart like a doctor. I know a lot of people enjoy playing doctor. Sometimes men in the VIP room want to play doctor. Usually, they want a round of show me yours and I’ll show you mine. But occasionally, I get an older guy in the VIP room who struggles to orgasm. And men like that need the bend over and cough type of doctor roleplay.
It’s a dirty job, but somebody needs to do it. And if they pay me right, I will milk a man’s prostate the way a doctor would. Many men experience erectile dysfunction with age. Unfortunately, I do believe it’s a sad part of the aging process. Just like women’s libidos tend to decrease with age.
So, when Charlie came into the club, I couldn’t tell by looking at him that he struggled with orgasms. But he picked me for the VIP room I think because of my age. Maybe he thought the younger girls wouldn’t know how to deliver prostate phone sex. Or he thought they might laugh at him.
But not me. I only laugh at men who come at me with big dick energy but sport a pinky dick. Charlie seemed like a nice man. He sat on the chair as I gave him a lap dance, and he had this rejected look on his face. So, I stopped dancing, pulled a chair in front of him and asked him what was on his mind. And he confessed that he’s tried many things and he cannot get his cock erect again.
He feels horny, but his dick just will not cooperate. Viagra barely gives him a hard cock. He thought a lap dance might help. But I suggested something different. And he agreed to try it. So sitting on the edge of the chair, I pulled his pants down, and then I took his boxers down to his ankles. I had him switch positions on the chair, so he faced away from me. Then I instructed him to push his ass over the edge of the seat so I could reach his butt hole. I lubed up my finger and worked it in his old asshole.
Charlie started moaning loudly and I could see his arm jerking up and down his cock. Apparently, I found the right spot to give him the erection he desperately sought. I just wanted to get the biggest cum shot from his backed up old balls. And I wanted to make him feel good. At the end of the day, I’m a GFE provider who likes to take care of men one way or another.
He tipped me very well for cleaning out his pipes. I gave him two prostate orgasms, a blow job orgasm and a fourth load he shot on my tits. To say that Charlie was backed up feels like an understatement. He gave me four massive loads of cum. Plus a few grand for playing doctor with him. My pleasure. Somebody’s got to do the dirty work. And when it’s a nice older man like Charlie, I never mind milking a man’s prostate.
Most men crave hot ass sex. Fucking the pussy no longer seems the norm. And I blame Internet porn. Current pornography seems mostly filled with rough anal sex scenes and big black cocks. Although that’s not a problem, it teaches young guys watching the pornography that all girls want rough sex.
Earlier in the week, a young guy, who just turned 21, came into the club with his friends. All college boys. And honestly, we don’t get many of them in the club because they can’t afford to drink much. Most college boys are on a budget. So, it felt like a nice surprise. Shake things up a bit. Going to a strip club and having an adult beverage seems like the perfect way to celebrate your 21st birthday.
Personally, I’ve never understood why at 18 you can vote for the president and go to war, but you can’t see some naked ladies and drink a beer. We were slow; so we offered the boys a discount for the VIP room. Seemed like something nice to do to help this boy celebrate his 21st birthday. His friends chipped in and got the birthday boy the VIP room with a hot MILF. On my phone sex line, I don’t even interact that much with younger guys. Most of my fan base appears to be in their 30s and older.
But I’m technically a cougar now. So, I don’t mind young bucks. I decided I’d give the birthday boy a lap dance and a VIP room experience he would never forget. However, this boy assumed I would fuck him in the VIP room. That’s not what happens in the VIP room. I told him hand jobs and blow jobs. Maybe even some prostate milking, but actual fucking only happens in the VIP room if you’re extremely wealthy, extremely endowed, or both.
But the boy would not take no for an answer. Yeah, I can’t let a guy that young think that he can just take any woman he wants. Although I know there’s a lot of men out there who believe women owe them something, I don’t interact well with those men. This boy jumped me as I twerked my ass in his face. Plus, he pulled out an extremely disappointing cock for a 21-year-old man. The worst part he tried to shove it in my ass raw.
I didn’t want to beat up anybody in the club. But sometimes a girl must do what a girl needs to do. And this 21-year-old clueless boy needed an attitude adjustment. And I think it shocked him that I know some self-defense and some karate. I kicked that poor boy‘s ass. But he should feel lucky I didn’t call in the bouncer. That’s because I knew I could handle this wimp on my own. But while I had him pinned to the ground, I decided to make him eat my wet bald pussy. I smothered him with my pussy.
While I forced him to lick the alphabet on my pussy, I told him this could go one of two ways. He could walk out that door and tell his buddies he had the best time with me. And nobody would know he got beat up by a girl. Or he could try complaining to management and get himself banned from the club for life. And then I added that only one of those options lets him keep his pride. So, smelling like my pussy he went out to his friends and gave them a hi-fi.
Hopefully, that boy will think twice before trying to force himself on a stripper again. Or any woman. We are not here for you to take. I’m not sure if kicking his ass humbled him or not, but it appeared to. This punk boy should feel lucky I didn’t call in the bouncer or he might’ve been going to the ER instead of home with his friends.
Anything can happen in a strip club, including prostate phone sex. Even though I rarely take the stage anymore because I’m in charge of the girls, I still take requests for the VIP room. This sweet old guy came into the club to celebrate his 75th birthday. According to the owner of the club Ross first visited the strip club over 30 years ago, when the club opened. And he used to spend a lot of money. Then he got married and stopped coming into the club.
My boss told me he lost his wife last year and he seems lonely. I felt kind of honored that out of all the girls in the club, he picked me for the VIP room. Perhaps because I’m the oldest woman in the club. When we entered the room, I put on some 70s music and started dancing to a Donna Summer song. He seemed to love my music selection. But as I started twerking my ass in his face, he told me I didn’t need to take my clothes off.
I get some phone sex calls where men just want to talk. No roleplay. Sometimes not even sexual talk. And I can switch gears easily. So, I grabbed a chair and sat in front of him. And I asked him some questions about his life. Sweet, lonely, old man. I encouraged him to tell me about his wife and his eyes just lit up.
He wanted to brag about her. I could tell that, even though this was his second wife, it appeared to be true love. When he told me he had not enjoyed an orgasm in a decade because of his wife’s illness, I never wanted to suck a cock so badly. But he didn’t want to cheat on her memory. It was all I could do to hold back the tears.
So, I explained prostate milking to him. And that it’s more medical than sexual. Plus, I don’t think anybody would consider prostate milking cheating. I asked him to just think of it as medically necessary to relieve some tension in his body. He clearly needed it. It took some convincing, but I got him to understand that backed up balls cannot be good for a man’s health. So, I lubed my finger up and slipped it into his asshole.
I told him the orgasm will feel more satisfying if I stroke his cock too. And he just laid back and let me. But it didn’t take long. I could feel the tension mounting quickly. I expected a volcanic eruption. And likely he would give me the biggest cum shot of his life. I called that one. His old dick shot off like a fire hydrant. He sprayed my face and my tits with chunky backed up cum.
But I don’t milk every old guy’s prostate. It’s not something I enjoy necessarily. But it is something that feels necessary to many men. And the sweet old guy needed an orgasm more than anybody I’ve met recently. Plus, he seemed so sweet and romantic that I wanted to help him. I almost felt bad when he tipped me $1000. I need money like everybody. But some things in life seem priceless. Like giving a sweet old man, a much-needed prostate milking.
As a sexy switch, I enjoy being a dominatrix phone sex babe. I can’t think of any woman who doesn’t like to be in control. Sometimes even as the dominant woman, I can pretend to be somebody else for a hot fantasy role play. Recently, I got to pretend to be my prince James’s old flame, Theresa. And she is the one that got away.
James and I reconnected recently. He found me on LinkedIn. And despite being married with a family of my own, I agreed to meet him while he was in town. Part of me still held some residual anger over the fact that he did not pick up on my cues early enough. You see I’m a bit more outgoing than James. But in college, I really liked James. And I tossed down every cue I could back then. I even asked him out on a date. And in the 80s that felt somewhat progressive.
I often wish we had met earlier. But when we did, he was about ready to finish his senior year, but I still had several more years of college. Often, I wonder what if. What if I had met him earlier. What if he had picked up on my romantic gestures. And I must wonder what if I married him instead of my husband. My head swirled with anger, regret and nostalgia. It would be good to see James again after all these years. He always did possess a strong, romantic phone sex streak.
So, I picked him up at his hotel and we went to this fancy restaurant for dinner. Although we enjoyed a genuinely pleasant evening reminiscing, I let anger and regret take over me. And I drugged him at dinner. And the drug kicked in before we left the restaurant. So, I walked him out of the restaurant straight into my car. And we drove back to his little No Tell motel. I had a bag with me that included things like rope and nipple clamps.
By the time James woke up from his drug-induced coma, he realized something seemed wrong. He found himself naked and tied to the hotel bed. He looked at me confused and asked where sweet Teresa went. And I told him that he killed her decades ago. For years, I planned out what I would do to James if I ever encountered him again. It seemed like fate. He tried to tell me he came to town for business, but I knew better than that. Nobody comes to this town unless they’re looking for somebody who lives in this town.
But I’ve had many years to think about how my relationship with James could’ve been different if he had only picked up what I blatantly threw down. And since we cannot go back in time, I could get a little revenge. So, I turned my old college flame into my sex slave.
He laid there on that motel bed, looking perplexed and helpless. So, I straddled his face. Forced him to eat my wet bald pussy. Back in the day if James had only acted sooner about wanting to make love to me, things might be different. But by the time he came around, I decided to move on for self-preservation.
But I felt hurt. He could’ve been my first. He was the first man to steal my heart. But then he crushed it by seemingly putting me in the friend zone. And by the time he woke up and decided he wanted to make love to me and have a real romantic relationship with me, I closed myself off for self-preservation. He had a chance. And he blew it. Now, this was my chance. Suddenly, I became a woman I did not know existed.
I smothered James with my pussy. Forced him to eat me after all these years. I pulled on his nipple clamps as I grinded my pussy on his face, drenching him in my womanly juice. I could feel James lapping up my sweet goo. Eventually, I sucked on his cock. But I might’ve squeezed his balls a little too hard on a couple occasions. I mean, this was revenge, right? The girl James fell in love with at college in the 80s no longer existed. But maybe he would love this bad ass confident woman who’s no longer afraid to spell out exactly what she wants and who she wants.
And what I wanted was for James to lick the alphabet on my swollen womanhood. As he worshiped my pussy, I teased his cock mercilessly. Squeezed his balls, spanked them, and squeezed the head of a soldier. But eventually, I used his stiff cock as my dildo. And I rode up and down it until I started creaming all over his shaft.
I knew it drove him crazy that he couldn’t touch my boobs or my body, so I lowered my ample breasts to his mouth. He teased my nipples. I sat down on his shaft. Finally, he got to make love to the one that got away. But he made love to her on my terms. Not his.
And I rode his soldier until we both came intensely. Perhaps he assumed this was a simple game and I would release him after we fucked. I don’t plan on ever letting him leave. James did not know that at the time. Once back at my place, he realized my nefarious plans.
I built a little dungeon complete with a cage to keep my sex toy secure. Cannot have him getting away from me again. This way, I can pull him out and play with him whenever I want. I’m not the same woman I used to be. He crushed me. I often wonder how my life would’ve turned out if we married each other instead of other people. And I know he thinks about it too. However, he will have a lot more time to think about what if as my sex slave living in my dungeon. It only took 40 years, but I finally got my man.
GFE phone sex provides men with what they need. It provides men with the intimacy they seem to be missing from their own marriages. And women like me enjoy being professional GFEs. It’s rewarding financially. But more importantly it’s rewarding emotionally. However, I take no shit from any man. That scared, submissive young girl no longer exists. Years in the adult industry and decades suffering abuse at the hands of men like my father are over.
And although I do like taking care of men and providing whatever fantasy they need, my generosity has limits. So, when this manosphere douche bag came into the club last night, creating a ruckus, I put him in his place. Perhaps you could say that I am a fan of CBT phone sex. So, I took this misogynistic asshole, who was in a strip club telling women to go home and take care of their husbands, into the VIP room.
Although he paid for the VIP room, he did not get what he wanted. I really don’t understand men like him. You come into a strip club, and you spend money on naked ladies while simultaneously telling them they belong at home. Why even contribute to our earnings if you think we should be dependent on men. I tried to point out the hypocrisy and caveman thinking, and he tried to slut shame me.
Men should learn when to keep their fucking mouth shut. I have decades of rage built up in me. And I’m always looking for the right person to unleash it on. Peter appeared to be the right man. As far as I’m concerned, it makes you very stupid to mouth off like that to a woman in a thong and stilettos. I kicked him in the balls repeatedly. I brought that man, who claimed to be superior to all women, to his knees. And I had him crying like a little bitch.
So, he started screaming like a little bitch for help. Another dumb ass move. Security in a strip club exists to protect the strippers not the patron. So, when the bouncer came in and heard this manosphere douche bag spouting off his nonsense, he held him down for me so I could kick him even better. I took off the guy’s belt, pulled down his pants and of course he had a tiny dick. All the men with that big dick energy who think that women exist solely for their sexual gratification always sport tiny dicks.
And I gave Peter a tiny mutilated dick because I trampled on his worthless cock balls. Women don’t reject him because of feminism. Women reject him because he’s an asshole with a tiny dick and an even smaller brain. He should feel lucky I didn’t have a knife handy, or I might’ve castrated him in the club. I mean anything can’t happen in the VIP room. He is forever banned from our club.
Good riddance. This phone sex babe prefers to be a GFE. But don’t get me wrong, I can be a bad ass bitch when I want. And I do not have time for tools like Peter spreading their misogynistic views in a strip club. So don’t come at me with this male superiority bullshit. I’ll kick you in the balls so hard you will never procreate.
