Many men who call me want to explore a phone sex fetish. And I’m all about sex positivity. But I do get a lot of calls, and I meet a lot of people, well men, who want to worship big black cock. We call guys like that black cock faggots. And I don’t mean any disrespect by that. But men who want to worship big black cock are not necessarily gay. You can be a straight man and be gay for big black cock.
Some men who want to suck big black cock are what we call cuckolds. And their wives or girlfriends seem like me. So they prefer something that they can really feel in their pussies. Perhaps those men serve as cuckolds to their partner. And some of their duties include eating the sloppy seconds out of their partner’s pussy, and sometimes even sucking those cocks and guiding them into their partner’s wet bald pussy.
Yet other men, prefer to spend their days worshiping big black cock. And I talk to a variety of guys like that. Men who understand that what God gave them between their legs wouldn’t satisfy a Barbie doll. And they’ve quickly learned that they can better serve men who don’t care who sucks their cock.
But my black lovers are not gay. Some of them would never let a little sissy bitch touch their dick. However, they would let them watch them do things to their wives they are incapable of doing like making those women cum.
But I have other black men who would love to humiliate a little white loser by forcing their big black cocks in one of their little sissy holes. However, the black men who do that, don’t look at that guy as a man. They see a little sissy, femboy or just some tiny dick white bottom bitch boy. And they want to put them in their place and give them something to clean up.
If you identify as a black cock faggot or even a black cock sissy, I can feed you. And I can take you down the rabbit hole of your fetish. Personally, one of my favorite types of phone sex calls involves forcing little white boy faggots to take those big black cocks in all their holes. And I make them pay reparations with their sissy faggot mouths and their sissy faggot asses. Faggot, sissy or cuckold it does not matter to me. So, if you want black cock, I’m going to feed you.
Fantasy phone sex lets us go back in time. And I wanted to go back to the 70s before I existed. Picture mirror ceilings, disco balls, shag carpeting and orange and brown furniture surrounding a stripper stage. I’m dancing on stage to disco music in pink satin shorts and a tube top. And I notice a handsome man sitting in the front row. I remembered him from a chance encounter a couple of nights before at the grocery store. We didn’t speak to each other, but we made eye contact. And I know we both felt the connection.
After I finished my dance, I came down to the floor and sat next to him. I bought him a drink. Asked him his name and told him I remembered his beautiful eyes at the grocery store the night before. James called me beautiful and my heart melted. He seemed surprised that I’m just a normal girl looking for romance in a strip club.
After some conversation and a couple drinks, we went into the VIP room. This connection felt real. And I thought strip clubs were full of players. I asked him out after my shift. But I wanted to give him a private dance in the VIP room first. We decided after the VIP room we would go to this disco not far from the club. How did I get so lucky to meet a romantic man in my strip club. Handsome, kind and romantic? That’s my trifecta.
I love romantic phone sex men. So, I put on a Bee Gees song, “How Deep is Your Love.” And I gave him my best dance moves. His eyes locked on my body. I leaned in for a smooch, knowing it would make the other guys in the strip club so jealous. Although no touching is allowed in the club, in the VIP room anything goes. I finished the VIP set with some KC and The Sunshine Band. Another quick smooch and I told him to meet me out front. I changed into a baby blue dancing dress. Curled my hair and touched up my lipstick. I wanted to be James’s dancing queen.
He looked so handsome in his white suit. He extended his hand and we walked slowly down the street enjoying the crisp evening air. We felt like old friends, but we had just met. I chose this disco because you can rent private rooms. So, I rented the purple room for us. The private dance stage seemed reminiscent of Saturday Night Fever. You can play your own music. And the room comes with a very large purple velvet couch if you want to get down.
We enjoyed some drinks and I sat down next to him. He called me, princess, and we talked some more. He studied drafting at Michigan State. And he now works on designing homes. He seemed well out of my league. However, it did not seem to matter that I’m a stripper. The first song we dance to was, “Love Will Keep Us Together.”
Our eyes locked again and it felt magical as we danced. I planted a big kiss on him. And then I melted into his body. I showed some restraint at the club, but I could not resist his hands or his lips. Or the throbbing monster, I felt in his pants.
I just met this guy. But something came over me. If I was a princess, he would be my prince. We both experienced a similar reaction of arousal dancing with each other. When you know it’s real, you just know. He looked at me and asked me if he could slide my dress down my body. I nodded yes and I began to unzip his pants. My pretty blue dress ended up on a chair, as I stood in front of him in little blue panties. As I took off his dapper suit, my hands felt every inch of his rugged body. He seemed to be in awe of my breasts. But I was in awe of him.
He kissed my nipples and moved down my body, kissing everywhere else. When his hand entered my panties, I took a deep breath and told myself I want to be his bad princess. He removed my panties as I took down his boxers. His love stick stood at attention, so I worked my magic lips on his love shaft. Hearing him moan in pleasure made me slurp harder on his throbbing cock. I wanted nothing more than to give him pleasure.
Even though I strip for a living, I don’t really do the one-night stand scene. However, this didn’t feel like that. This felt like the beginning of the most important relationship in my life. My baby blue glitter eye shadow started to smear on my face as did my red lipstick from sucking his cock.
We walked to the couch, but before I could grab his cock and insert it into my lady jungle, he begged to taste me. So, I sat on his face so I could suck his cock at the same time. As he licked and kissed up and down my love garden, I melted. My love canal drenched his face. He knows just how to lick softly to tease me.
As I continued to take him deeper in my mouth, his fingers spread my womanhood so he could plunge his tongue deeper inside of me. With his tongue swirling around my little cherry, I felt my lady juice cascade over his face. I could hear Blondie playing as I sucked his love gun faster. We both got lost in the sensation, but he eagerly lapped up all my juices as I swirled my tongue around the head of his soldier. I tried to stay focused on his cock, but my legs started quivering. My back began to arch, and I came all over his face. But he licked up my sweet nectar.
He hungrily tasted my honey. I could feel my entire body trembling. And he managed to coax another climax out of me before I could not take it any longer. I needed that soldier inside of my love garden. So, I sat on that soldier with all my weight and started to kiss him. He tasted like me. This romantic song, “Magnet and Steel,” played as we made love for the first time. With a disco ball spinning above us, and romantic 70s songs playing on the jukebox, we made love. No scratch that. We made magic. Our own special magic.
He grabbed my ass cheeks and bounced me up and down his candy stick. I could not help getting lost in the sensation of his touch. My entire body quivered again. Our bodies became one. I knew he could feel my juices coating his cock. And I knew he could feel my muscles tightening around his shaft. Feeling that love missile shoot inside of me for the first time made my heartbeat fast. My love garden felt full of his love. He shot fireworks in my love canal. And it felt like the biggest cum shot ever.
I collapsed in his arms while music continued to play. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine. We both agreed this could not be a one-night affair. He stroked my hair, looked deep in my eyes and told me I stole his heart. We laid there in postcoital bliss taking it all in before we used the private bathroom to clean up. Our night seemed far from over. We went back out dancing until final call. We did the hustle and the bump. As we danced, I looked in his eyes and told him how lucky I felt to share this moment with him.
After the last dance, we went back to my place and spent the night together. We fell asleep spooning and holding hands. This felt like love at first sight. We kissed, and I fell asleep in his arms. He felt like home. Woke up the next morning to a handsome naked James in nothing but an apron cooking me breakfast. But I pinched myself, so I knew this was not a dream. And in that moment, I got a glimpse of what my future would be like with the man of my dreams.
Although I consider myself a switch, I do enjoy dominatrix phone sex. Being in charge feels good sometimes. But putting a man in his place might be the best feeling ever. Last night in the club our bouncer experienced a family emergency and needed to leave. We don’t honestly experience too many problems with patrons. His presence alone scares most folks from misbehaving.
However, some drunk frat boy caused an issue with one of my girls in the VIP room. Jerome left. So, I grabbed the taser and went in to see why she pushed the panic button. This guy pinned my girl to the floor and was trying to force his dick into her ass. I guess he didn’t want to pay for that honor. So, she said no. And called for reinforcements. I tased him in the back and he fell off her. She ran out the door, and I sat on his face to subdue him.
Of course, once I saw his dick, she probably said no either way because his dick looked smaller than my index finger, making it 2 1/2 inches at best. This guy did not deserve to fuck my wet bald pussy or any pussy. But I could make him eat it. I knew I had cum in there. The boss gave me the night off. However, he called me in last minute. So, I didn’t even take a whore’s bath. I left my lover to become the house mother to drama queen strippers and the club bouncer too, apparently.
I tased him again because I knew that would render him helpless for a few minutes while I took my pants off. And I sat back down on his face full weight. But I held the taser to his balls and told him if he did not eat my pussy and my ass, I would turn up the voltage and shock him in the balls. He started munching on my cum filled pussy while he cleaned up another man’s sperm I laid into him. Told him he can’t force himself on any of our girls with a tiny dick and reminded him that no means no.
He calmed the fuck down. Either he liked being my forced creampie phone sex bitch or he just didn’t want his balls tased. Either way he understood me. I didn’t bar him from the club. I will give him one more chance to prove himself. But he knows none of my girls will ever want his tiny worthless dick. And unlike our actual bouncer, I’m not afraid to tase a man in his balls when he acts like a fool.
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.
