Romantic phone sex sessions are the best. I love exploring different times and different scenarios, especially with James. He knows just how to woo a woman. It makes me swoon every time. Makes me think how much life would be different if I grew up in the 80s instead of the 90s.
I went back to June 1987, in Lansing, Michigan. As a transfer student to Michigan State, on my first night in my new city, I went into this local college bar called Dooley’s. I heard the DJ playing Cruel Summer as I walked in. And I noticed a sad but very handsome man sitting at the bar by himself. I wore a pink dress with some black pumps. 80s video vixen hair teased out. I decided to sit next to him, even though he seemed lost in his thoughts.
I ordered myself a Bartels and James wine cooler and introduced myself to this handsome stranger. But of course, I asked him why he looked so blue. He seemed hesitant to talk, but I was determined to cheer him up. I thought maybe he was a student too, and I could make a new friend. But he graduated two years before. James felt so blue because while he attended Michigan State in the Air Force ROTC program, he met a sweet girl and fell in love.
However, when he told her, he wanted to make love to her, she broke up with him. Broke his heart. So, I put my hand on his listening intently to him. Personally, I think she might have been afraid of her own feelings and a long-distance relationship. All I could think to myself was her loss might be my gain. I felt some sort of instant connection with his handsome, but sad stranger. As I listened to him, telling me about his relationship, the DJ played Lionel Richie’s song Hello. And he asked me to dance.
He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other one held my hand as we danced. And I felt all tingly inside. A woman knows when she vibes with someone and I thought to myself this might be fate. He looked at me with his beautiful, sad eyes and asked me why somebody so beautiful would choose him. But I think fate might’ve chosen us.
James started to sing the song, and it felt like he sang it directly to me. He told me he felt better. So, I told him he made me feel better too as a stranger in a new city with zero friends. I had a brilliant idea. He booked a hotel stay for an entire week because he planned on spending time with his girlfriend.
I mean, this felt like a first date. Albeit a very special first date. And I wanted him to stay with me for the week. But I didn’t ask that right away. I eased into it and asked him if he just wanted to come back to my apartment full of boxes for a nightcap.
Only the bed was assembled in my new pad. Dooley’s was less than a block from my campus apartment, so he walked me home. But first we walked through campus, and he showed me the lay of the land. Beautiful night. The moon shined brightly, illuminating the campus. James became my private tour guide.
And even took me through the gardens. The smell was intoxicating. I could not have asked for a better night or a more handsome tour guide. We even walked by this huge 12 feet tall statue called Spartie, a symbol of the campus.
Neither of us wanted this evening to end. We talked as we walked through campus, discovering each other as we held hands. I felt comfortable and at ease with him. And according to him, I brightened up his world. We discovered a shared love for all sorts of music. So, when we got back to my place, I put some tunes on my boombox and offered him a beer. This day turned around for both of us. Again, this felt like fate.
He took off his dapper blazer, sat on my couch and drank a beer. Such a gentleman. He was not in my house for more than 10 minutes before he wanted to help me unpack. But I told him that could wait till tomorrow. I moved closer to him and suggested he just stay the week with me.
I thought I could save him some money and really get to know him. And I have never been an impulsive girl. However, when something feels like fate you move quickly. My boom box played Air Supply, and we sat on the couch getting to know each other even better. I laid my head on his chest, and I felt his chin rest on my head. We fit like a glove.
The song Chances started to play on the radio, and he asked me to dance. We both slipped off our shoes and found a spot between the boxes to dance. Both of our hearts fluttered. And we kissed. Our first official kiss. The kind of kiss a woman gets lost in.
He wrapped his arms around me and with so much passion our tongues intertwined. The next song that played solidified my notion that this felt like fate at work. Two Less Lonely People in the World played on my boom box and I mustered up the nerve to ask him to make love to me. I do believe Cupid hit us both hard.
I led him into my bedroom. We only needed the bed, so the boxes did not get in our way. He unzipped my dress and I tingled at his touch as my dress fell to the floor. As I stepped out of it, he undid my bra. I turned around to kiss him, and I felt his hands roaming on my perky breasts.
As we kissed again, my nipples became erect and I could feel his love rocket pressing into me. So, I unzipped his pants and unleashed his love muscle. As I started to stroke his cock, I also began to move slowly backwards towards my bed. I led him by his magnificent cock, and we fell back into my bed.
I wrapped my legs around him while I continued to stroke his cock, and we kissed passionately. He pulled my panties off, and I tugged his boxers down. Eventually, we were naked on my bed and in the 69 position. I greedily took his love gun deep down my throat as he began licking my love canyon up and down.
His tongue felt amazing on my private garden. I could feel him spreading my lips and plunging his tongue up and down, back-and-forth, and in and out. No doubt he tasted every inch of me. I started gushing all over his face as I felt his member throb down my throat.
My thighs trembled, and my body stiffened because I knew I was about to cum on his face. But James wanted me to cum. Such an intimate moment with somebody I’d only known for a few hours. But it honestly it felt like I’d known him for decades. He seemed hungry for my pussy juice. And he didn’t let up even after I orgasmed.
He kept eating my pussy tasting all those juices. He told me my sweet honey served as his reward. By that time, I started convulsing. I tried to take his cock deeper down my throat. And I could feel myself falling in love with a man I just met. I felt desperate to make love to him. I told him how much I wanted him deep inside of me. And that I wanted his biggest cum shot.
I climaxed all over his face again. After my third orgasm, he finally agreed to give my love garden his love muscle. We made love like a newlywed couple who knew each other for years. I could taste my love nectar on his face as we kissed. His cock felt ready for this very special mission. I grabbed that beautiful rock-hard cock and guided it deep inside of my pussy. As I moaned his name in pleasure, he entered my love canal. And it slid in easily because he soaked me with his tongue.
My womanhood grabbed his love stick, and we began pumping and grinding back-and-forth. Honestly, I do not think any man ever made me that wet. My legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him into me deeper. He gazed into my eyes as he pumped that throbbing, loving gun deep into me.
His love rocket made me cum again. I started to quiver and shake. Beads of sweat dripping off us both. When we kissed, we could taste each other’s salt. I was falling in love with a man I just met as I came third time on his cock. His rocket kept pounding away, hitting deep inside of me. His balls slapped my lips with each stroke. My love garden gripped his rocket harder and I came again.
I begged him to cum inside of me. And he did. His rocket shot a massive load inside of my pussy coating my walls of love. We both laid there drained physically. I sank into his arms, feeling sweaty and super wet. But I still basked in the glow of it all. James collapsed into my body, and I wrapped him in my arms. What a wonderful chance encounter. In that moment, he agreed to stay at my place for the remainder of his stay in Michigan. So, we could have many more nights together.
Two less lonely people in the world that night. That magical night. The best medicine for getting over somebody is to get under somebody new. I had to pinch myself to realize this happened. This was not just some wild fantasy phone sex dream. This was reality. Two strangers, one suffering from a broken heart, the other suffering from social anxiety, met at the perfect time to help each other out. And it felt like the start of something beautiful and magical; something that seemed predestined to last forever.
CBT phone sex can be a lot of fun. Can you believe how many losers call me for cock and ball torture sex? A lot of masochist boys in the world. So, in a world full of assholes like the Tate Brothers, it’s fun to talk to men who know they should be subservient to women.
When Alex called me, he told me about the cock cage he put on his dick. This idiot threw away the key. And he lives alone. I suspect there’s a good reason for that. He’s dumber than a box of rocks. If we met at the club, I would’ve trampled his balls, kicked him in the groin and maybe even smashed the cage to inflict maximum pain. But this loser called my phone sex line instead.
I worked him through cracking the cage using a wrench and pliers. Luckily, he used a plastic cage. If he used a steel cage that would need to be surgically removed. But he cracked the cage and used the pliers to pull it off. Now I know what you’re thinking? Why would I have him take off the cage. Because I wanted to inflict maximum pain on this worthless, cock and balls. And to do that, I needed the cage off his worthless dick.
I don’t judge. Plenty of fetishes exist and I’m here to explore them all with my callers. Once his dick and balls were fully exposed, I instructed him to slam his balls in a book. Fucking little loser did it too. My switch side really came out. I instructed him to find some clothes pins and safety pins. He put five close pens on each ball and then I had him take the safety pins and put them through the flesh of his dick. He sent me pictures so I’m certain he did exactly as I told him to do.
Since I felt like we were on a roll, I had him get a garden veggie and fuck his ass too. Then I made him eat that cucumber after he shoved it up his ass. Slammed his cock and his balls in the book a few more times. I had him roll up a magazine and flog his cock and balls too. Although I’m sure that didn’t hurt nearly as much as the piercing of his flesh with safety pens did.
Clearly, my caller enjoys pain slut phone sex. As well as submissive sex. Although I know, I could have done more damage to his cock and balls if I had met him at the strip club. But I feel certain that my little loser inflicted some serious pain to his cock and balls in my honor. It’s good to be the queen.
I enjoy hot ass sex. My ass does not seem to be the size queen that my pussy is. In fact, sometimes if I like a guy but I find his cock too small for my pussy, I offer up my ass as a distraction. Most men never get anal from their wives or their partners. So, when I see their cock and I know it’s not going to do anything spectacular for my pussy, I get on all fours and I twerk my ass. Sort of like a constellation prize but protects their ego.
As women, we sometimes play games like this. Some men, we don’t worry about crushing their egos. As a phone sex slut and a stripper, I do try to handle fragile egos the best I can. Sometimes that involves blowing smoke up a man’s ass and other times it’s finding an alternative that satisfies us both. And I do that in my personal life too.
Recently, I met Joe at the club. An incredibly sweet and nice man. Spoils me. Never comes at me with ego. He possesses the kind of energy most women want. He appears calm, gentle and genuinely nice. Because of his vibe, I let him take me out on a date. And he acted like such a gentleman.
In a world where so many men idolize assholes like the Tate brothers, it feels good to be around genuinely nice men who do not think I exist solely for their sexual pleasure. I wanted to fuck him. But when we got naked at my place, I discovered his cock measured barely 5 inches. My pussy wants at least double of that.
I had absolutely no reason to be mean to Joe. Some women would find any excuse to get out of there, so they didn’t have to fuck a 5-inch dick. Some men deserve small dick humiliation because their egos are the size of Montana when they sport dicks smaller than my Chihuahua’s package.
Joe’s dick seem to be the only disappointing thing about him. But he knew I deserved a bigger dick. So, I looked him straight in the eyes and told him he had enough for me. Just a little white lie. And I offered him my ass.
I could feel him in my ass. And he rubbed my pussy as I bounced on his cock, making me cum. The way he looked at me afterwards made me feel amazing. I think despite all of Joe’s kindness, most women dine and dash with him. But I do believe that women should reward men who treat them well.
It honestly is hard to find nice guys anymore. They seem like a dying breed. And I know men will say the same thing about women. And I hear that too. Plenty of gold diggers and lazy ass women who want a man to support them exist in this world also.
But I find nothing wrong with giving a man who treats me well some much-needed TLC. I’m a GFE phone sex babe. I love taking care of worthy men. Although I hope Joe and I will go out again, I won’t be crushed if we don’t either. But I do think men who treat us well should be rewarded. Call it positive reinforcement. At my age I refuse entertain assholes with tiny dicks. But nice men with s small or average equipment, I find no harm in lowering my standards for a night because some things matter more than cock size.
It’s no secret I consider myself a switch, but I love being a GFE phone sex provider. I love exploring different fantasies with men. And I can be a bad ass bitch too. But I prefer to be a sweet, loving girlfriend who takes care of her man. Recently one of my besties needed help with a client. She’s a high-end escort. And her rich client wanted another blonde playmate to join them.
Although I do work in the adult industry, I do not escort. Not saying I haven’t in the past, but I hooked sporadically when I need the money. Women do things for money. My friend wanted to keep this client happy because he gets demanding. She didn’t want to reach out to another escort. My friends help me all the time, so I never mind paying it back.
So last night we met with this guy. He took us out on his yacht. Not often a girl like me ends up on a yacht. Beautiful night to sail too. My friend did not properly prepare me for this client though. Minuscule cock. I felt sorry for him.
No wonder he acts so flashy and brags about his money and boats. Usually, the guys with the biggest egos overcompensate for tiny packages. She knows that I am a size queen and probably refrained from telling me about his tiny dick out of fear I would not show up.
It tracks though. He needs to pay for sex with that tiny dick. And I do plenty of phone sex humiliation calls with men with tiny packages. But I knew this guy did not want that. He honestly thought he could fuck us to death. No way you can fuck anybody to death with a pinky dick.
We started out giving him a show. Men love girl on girl action. Our sexy striptease ended with us in the 69 position in front of our client. So, I ate her pussy until she squirted on my face. I wanted to make sure she could orgasm a few times because I knew Mr. tiny dick wouldn’t make any of us orgasm.
I will admit he’s what I call a grower not a shower. His tiny dick grew a few inches thankfully. Still not enough to satisfy two hot GFE providers though. Before the girl-on-girl action, it looked like a frightened turtle hiding in a shell. All he could do with us would be to teabag us. But our little show made him grow enough to fuck us. When you have a tiny dick, you cannot fuck a woman roughly. That’s impossible. But we gave our best Academy award winning performances
The client seemed happy. He came inside both of us. Not that we felt anything, but he seemed happy. And although we did not feel sexually satisfied, we did feel financially satisfied. He paid us handsomely for the tag team experience. We came home and I broke out one of my strap on dildos and we fucked each other properly. And we laughed about Mr. tiny dick. We both enjoy small cock humiliation phone sex, but sometimes women need to make hard choices for our financial benefit. And this was one such choice. We made each other cum with my dildo. And we laughed all the way to the bank.
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.
