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.
I love hot phonesex. When I entered the phone bone world, I started doing this part-time. Just to supplement my income from the strip club. But now I do this full-time and the strip club is more part-time. I love talking dirty. But I really enjoy taking care of men.
And I really like talking to lonely men. Lonely men come into the club all the time. And they’re not much different from some of my callers. Married men seem taken for granted, and sex starved. Some just need somebody who cares and listens and wants to make their day better.
Perhaps this contributes to my perpetual singleness. I talk to too many men, and I meet them too, who are married, but have not fucked in years or decades. Why get married if you’re not going to fuck your husband?
So, this phone sex babe loves delivering the girlfriend experience. I don’t need a husband when I have my lonely men at the club and on the phone. Last night, I met a lonely widower at the club. Likely 30 years older than me.
But age doesn’t matter to me. Lonely men come in all ages and races. In my head, I called this man Mr. Howell from Gilligan’s Island. I used to love that show when it came on Nick at Night in the 90s. But this man came into the club dressed in an all-white suit before Memorial Day. He did look dapper though.
And he took a shine to me. I did not dance last night. But he wanted me in the VIP room anyway. Poor man became a caregiver to his wife who passed away from cancer. After the lap dance, I gave him a hand job.
Honestly, I would’ve fucked him. Such a sweet old man. Believe it or not, a decent cock on him too. Not sure if he took Viagra or not, but I don’t believe I ever felt a cock quite as hard as his. At 68 he still gets boners. But a woman has not touched his cock in 25 years.
And I knew his wife was sick. But she was not sick for 25 years. They got married in the 80s. This sweet old man gave me the biggest cum shot from a hand job I’ve ever experienced. His load shot across the room. And he let out a guttural moan that suggested he needed to bust a nut. I thought he might pass out from exhaustion afterwards. My pussy never touched his dick. The best paid hand job of my life.
For a bit, I wondered if this mirrored those playboy models trying to satisfy Hugh Hefner when he was in his 80s. Although, me Mr. Howell seemed closer to 70, he sported a neglected old dick. But what a sweet man. I would’ve jacked him off for free.
Although in my profession as a phone whore and a stripper, I’ve met my share of assholes, Mr. Howell, I would not include him among them. The sweetest old man. Afterwards, the owner of the club told me that man’s last name. In my town parks and buildings appeared named after his great grandfather. Old school money family. So, I’ll help him out if he comes to the club again. That’s what I love about my jobs. I get to meet such interesting people and help them feel better.
Cuckolding phone sex always gets an upgrade with Big Daddy King. He’s more popularly known as The Black Bull God. Fresh off a private vacation in Cancun where the bevy of beauties he met called him El Dios Toro Negro. Big Daddy King translates in any language because most women on this earth are Black Bull God Worshipers for life. Even the women not lucky enough to meet him still worship him.
Once back in Texas, The Black Bull God wanted me to come join him and meet the newest girl to join the most elite sugar baby posse on the planet. I could see why he liked her. An only fans girl with big tits, an itty-bitty waist and a big old booty. To handle The Black Bull God Cock, a woman needs to be built like a brick house. That monster Anaconda swallows up tiny girls. Hell, the Anaconda still can be a struggle even for us thick and curvy girls.
Many girls appear too thick for tiny white dicks. So naturally we gravitate to The Black Bull God. My beloved King had a surprise for me. Many years ago, I met this little stalker guy who just would not take the hint that I wanted nothing to do with his tiny white cock. He came into the club with big dick energy and nothing to back it up. And he’s been a pain in my ass for years. But The Black Bull God came to my rescue and put my stalker in his place. He took his wife. And he knocked her up, giving her a son with a bigger dick than my stalker.
Well, my stalker ended up with no wife until he met another woman and duped her with his big dick energy. However, my beloved King took that wife too. Now my stalker managed to be a sperm donor and knocked her up. And that daughter, Jamie, built a shrine in the home to The Black Bull God and his Black Bull God Cock. My loser stalker sleeps on the couch. His entire family cuckolds him and gives him small cock humiliation phone sex whenever they can.
Big Daddy King owns all the women in his family. His ex-wife, his current wife, his sister, his mother, and even his daughters. Jamie is his daughter from his second wife, but he also has a daughter Amanda with his ex-wife Desiree who he owns too. Both girls, Jamie, and Amanda were raised in the Black New World Order. Jamie invited me to see the shrine she built. And I took that as an opportunity to invite the rest of the family. Amanda recently turned 18 and Big Daddy King and I decided that he should welcome her into The Black New World Order properly.
However, neither Jamie, Desiree nor Amanda realized we planned this special surprise. I took pictures of this beautiful shrine that included a throne for The Black Bull God, and he hopped on his private jet and came to visit. By the time he arrived, I gathered my stalkers’ entire family to watch Amanda get indoctrinated properly. The girl already sported her tramp stamp that said Black Bull God Cock Worshiper. She’s sported her BDK bling too.
All the women in my stalker ‘s life seems so excited to see The Black Bull God. One glaring exception, however. My stalker seemed less than enthused to host Big Daddy King in his home. But he looked outnumbered.
This night celebrated Amanda’s birthday and her new legal age status to join the hottest sugar baby posse in the world. During this trip, The Black Bull God claimed yet another member of my stalker’s family. When Big Daddy King arrived, he walked in wearing nothing but a robe. All of us fell to our knees to kiss the ground he walks on. When we disrobed him, we saw her best body. Chiseled perfection. There he stood in all his glory and white compression shorts that could not contain the Anaconda any longer.
Of course, a feeding frenzy ensued, and we left a rainbow kisses all over those white compression shorts. Amanda went crazy. She will remember this birthday for the rest of her life. Because this was the day she got to suck and fuck the most coveted cock in the world. Cock does not do it justice. It’s literally an Anaconda.
Amanda, me and the rest of my stalker’s family started the forearm challenge. Once the most magnificent cock in the world made its appearance out of those compression shorts, we let Amanda see that The Black Bull God Cock appears bigger than a forearm. I looked over at my stalker, and he bowed his head in shame because he knew he did not measure up.
Amanda went crazy, wrapping her hands and her mouth and eventually her pussy around The Black Bull God Cock. At one point while Big Daddy King drilled the fuck out of her holes. She looked at her daddy and told him The Black Bull God is her daddy now. She told him he just served as a loser sperm donor. So true. Amanda’s young bald pussy took a pounding, but in the best way possible.
And you know, of course The Black Bull God fucked the rest of the women in the family too. He may be just one mortal man, but he’s a superior man with a superior cock who can fuck an entire family of hot white women many times over. I enjoyed watching Amanda get indoctrinated into the Black New World Order by the rightful leader himself, The Black Bull God. Now Amanda can say she is officially owned just like her mother, her half-sister, her aunt and her grandma.
Young or old, women beg for the Anaconda. Every white woman wants to be a Black Bull God Worshiper for life. Amanda’s star appears on the rise now thanks to The Black Bull God. So don’t think for a moment that he can’t take all the women in your family too. He probably already has and you don’t even know.
I love phone sex. Honestly, I got into this line of work to supplement my income. As a runaway and high school dropout, my options seemed slim and not always legal to support myself. I’m street smart though just not book smart, but I’ve carved out a decent living in the adult industry.
Although I mostly retired my stilettos, I still help out at the club often. Just now I’m more in charge of the talent. Hiring, training and dealing with their drama. When I first started in the adult industry, I remember an older porn star telling me I would make a lot of women jealous, but to never sink to their level. And I took that advice to heart.
Although when you got a bunch of hormonal women trying to support themselves with the same pool of men things can get caddy. But you can take the higher road and that’s what I try to teach these younger girls. Honestly, even with the changes in pornography laws, there appears to be enough men to go around. So, I teach my fellow GFE phone sex providers and strippers how to support each other instead of tearing each other down. And I break up fights constantly. The younger generation seems a lot more vicious than my generation.
When the security guard texted me 911 last night, I knew I needed to put out a fire at the club. These two younger strippers got into a knockdown, drag out fight with one girl pulling the weave off another girl. Honestly, shameful behavior. But when I arrived, I found a group of guys hedging their bets on who would win and getting aroused watching the cat fight.
So, I saw a way to profit and settle the score. I pulled the two girls up on stage, told them the rules, collected money from the guys and told them to fight. Whoever cried mercy first got half the money Apparently a lot of men like to see two women fighting, especially if they’re fighting over them. And some investment banker from out of town caused the ruckus. He pitted them against each other. Guys play those silly games all the time. The key is to only make them think you’re fighting over them.
These young girls can learn from me. I know every trick in the book. Amber won the fight. But I won the battle. I gave guys what they wanted to see, which was two women fighting over them. Perhaps to some men, two hot babes scantily clad in tiny bikinis fighting for their attention, turns them on. The big investment banker who started the rumble ended up tipping them each five grand for the show. A very generous tip. A great way to de-escalate the situation.
So, I let him take my girls home in his limo. They could enjoy a profitable night with him and learn to work together. After all that, they ended up working together and sharing the client for a much bigger profit. And I realized maybe we need to go back to Jell-O wrestling nights.
We used to do it once or twice a month at the club before Covid. Guys just love seeing women fight and wrestle each other. And my goal is to help these girls make bank. Teach them how to play the guys, and not to let the guys play them. And to teach them to work with each other. Last night I felt more like a house mother than a stripper coordinator.
Everything worked out well. The club made some extra money. A wealthy investment banker seemed very happy. Two girls learned to work together with a guy instead of fighting over him and that made them more money. And I realized I need to bring back wrestling in the club. Clearly men want to watch two women fighting. Would you like to see that?
I enjoy mutual masturbation phone sex. Why wouldn’t I? It’s truly the best of both worlds. We both cum. What could be better, right? Most men assume that because I do this for a living it’s just a job. And that leads them to think I don’t want to get off too. And I receive a lot of calls in a day. So, I don’t get off on all of them. But most men don’t even try. I understand. They need a quick nut to relieve some tension. And I help them orgasm. They cum and then hang up on me.
And every woman knows more than one man who nuts inside of her, rolls over and falls asleep, leaving her high and dry. But men need to stop doing that. They need to stop believing we don’t enjoy sex as much as they do or that we fake orgasms. Women only fake orgasms with men who refused to listen when we tell them just how to pleasure us. We fake out of frustration and so it will end.
If a woman tries to tell you how to pleasure her, fucking pay attention. No two women orgasm the same way. And on phone sex calls most of us tell you everything you need to know to make us cum. So, listen. I know it feels good to cum. But it also feels good to make somebody cum. It feels good to give and receive.
I have a much older widower who calls me every Sunday night. He lost his wife of 45 years last year. And they were virgins when they married. Personally, I can’t imagine ever fucking the man I love until after we said I do. I want to know what a man is like in bed before we tie the knot.
This man and I enjoy a lot of masturbation together. And he listens. He feels ready to date again. But he feels nervous because him and his wife fumbled with sex together. And I don’t think they ever really knew how to pleasure each other. He told me he would try new things with her. Stuff he read in books or saw online, but she never really let herself relax enough to enjoy herself. And after she passed, he started calling me to learn what a woman wants.
He was married to the same woman for 45 years before she got sick. And not once did she ever let him go down on her. Perhaps she felt self-conscious, too self-conscious to relax and enjoy. Not a problem with me. I like teaching men how to eat pussy. Plus, I enjoy giving blowjobs. So, we enjoy a lot of oral gratification on our calls. It’s a different generation now. Different times.
He gets so much pleasure listening to me orgasm. And I’ve taught him how to listen to what a woman’s body tells him. Women want attentive lovers. They want men who care about their sexual pleasure in addition to their own. Although I know he loved his wife very much and they had a happy marriage, I also know that they did not seem compatible sexually. So, I want to make sure he’s prepared for a new woman.
I love teaching men how to pleasure my wet bald pussy. And I enjoy learning how to please them. It’s a big perk of this job. A big perk. And I don’t care how old you are. You can be young or old. It’s never too late to learn how to give and receive gratification. So let me be your sex education teacher. Just because you cannot make your wife cum does not mean you cannot make other women cum.
I receive a lot of exhibitionist phone sex calls. And I’m here for it. I don’t mind exposing my body. Of course I don’t. I’m naked on the Internet and I’m naked on stage in my high heels where I belong. Like Chappell Roan, I came to life on a stripper stage. I gained confidence and learned how to move my body in front of strangers. And when you add the fact that those strangers throw money at me, that’s how you end up with an exhibitionist fetish.
Anytime I get together with another stripper we tend to expose our bodies. My bestie and former stripper Mariah, and I took a little road trip this weekend. Although I am not married, I don’t feel the need to marry with such great girlfriends in my life. I have my own sex in the city girl group. And we travel together, go to concerts together and get into trouble together too.
Mariah and I stopped at one of those visitor centers along the highways. We needed to stretch our legs and use the bathroom. It seemed like a ghost town. Behind the visitor center we found this patio and little pool area. I do not believe I’ve ever seen a pool in the back of a visitor center. The visitor centers in Georgia seem swank.
Since nobody appeared to be around, we took some nude photos of each other. Sort of a phone sex fetish of mine. Wherever we go, if we find a cool little outdoor area, we take some nude photos of each other. And in my line of work, one can never have too many nude photos of yourself. However, I did not realize an outdoor camera caught our naughty behavior.
Suddenly, this guy in like a park ranger’s outfit came out and yelled at us. He yelled about this place being for families. Give me some credit. If we saw families with little ones running around, we wouldn’t have been out there taking nude photos of ourselves. We saw zero folks but us and no other cars either.
We gathered up our clothes and apologized. And we intended to leave. He got his message across to us. But then he threatened to call the police. And I needed to talk him down off that ledge. Neither of us wants to be arrested for indecent exposure, even if it’s just a misdemeanor. So, we came onto the guy. Laid on our charms. And we both knew that he seemed out of his league with us two babes. Just a nerdy looking guy with a beer belly acting like a mall cop.
So, we came on to him. We took him back to his office and showed off our cock sucking skills. And our titty fucking skills too. Of course, his cock appeared average in size. And this did not constitute a pity fuck. Yes, we lowered our standards to make this guy nut. However, we did it for self-preservation. To Mariah and I this served as our get out of trouble mission. And we succeeded. We drained his pathetically average dick, not once but twice.
Mariah appears very tech savvy, even more so than me. She recorded the entire thing without him knowing. Perhaps to serve as a safety net in case he decided to turn us into the police after all. I’ve got more stories from our little three-day getaway. Once strippers and phone sex babes get out of their zip code, they tend to go wild. We avoided jail. Even if we needed to lower our standards to get out of jail free, we still had a blast. We met some other guys worthy of our talents. But that’s a story for another day.
Young bald pussy tastes good. I’m bisexual. Most women are. However, I do know a lot of women deny it. They will swear they’ve never played with another woman. But most of us experienced our sexual awakening with another schoolgirl friend. Mickey Mouse stuff really in hindsight. Now I know how to eat pussy, and I know how to make girls cum.
Sometimes, after a late night at the strip club, I’ll bring one of the younger strippers home with me. Another thing a lot of men don’t know about strippers. Sometimes we get tired of men. Don’t get me wrong. I will never stop wanting cock. But after a rough night at the club with a bunch of drunk, handsy, broke ass losers who don’t want to pay for lap dances, it feels nice to just relax with a bottle of wine and a female companion.
So, I brought Margot home last night. She’s a 20-year-old college student who I convinced to strip after a chance meeting with her at Starbucks. I told her I could make her a lot more money than she earns as a barista. She’s got that sweet innocent Midwest girl next-door look about her. And now she’s one of my star strippers. I have an eye for talent, which is why I’m in charge of hiring the girls.
She experienced a rough night. Two different guys got themselves forcefully removed from the club for harassing her. You don’t lay hands on our girls. That’s a big no-no in a strip club. These guys didn’t even want to tip her or pay for a lap dance. They just wanted to get handsy with her. So, she came back to my place, drank some wine and soaked in the hot tub. And I did not know if she was a bisexual phone sex babe or not. But I assumed like most girls she wouldn’t resist a sexy mature woman eating her pussy, especially not after a night like we had.
We finished that bottle of wine and then I took her upstairs to my bed so I could eat her pussy. She tasted very succulent. Sweet and juicy. And she just gushed all over my face. I opened the floodgates when I started licking the alphabet on her clit. Pussy so swollen and engorged with blood. She held the back of my head and grinded her snatch on my face. And for a moment, I thought I might lose oxygen. But what a way to go right?
Before long, we were in the 69 position and she was licking me back. I could tell she ate pussy before. No way could I be her first with that kind of skill. At one point I thought she might need to peel me off the ceiling. Damn, she made me cum hard. We spent the entire night drinking wine and eating each other’s pussy. At one point we brought out my double-sided dildo and fucked each other until we both ended up cumming so much. It looked like a fire hose went off on my bed. Huge wet spot.
Margot needed to cum. And I needed to cum too. So why not cum together. We woke up this morning a little hung-over smelling like each other’s cunt. So don’t get me wrong guys. This phone sex babe still loves cock. But sometimes women just like to be with women. It’s simple, sensual and fun. Plus, it provides a great escape from some of the loser assholes strippers must deal with at the club.
I love exhibitionist phone sex calls. Some men like to push boundaries and I enjoy that. Honestly, I think we should push some boundaries. Life gets boring otherwise. I’m a sexy switch. That just means I’m submissive for the right man. Or dominant for the right man. And last night I got a chance to be on the other end of exhibitionism. Meaning I got to be the one pushing a man to expose himself instead of the other way around.
Apparently, I acquired a new slave. One who realizes he could never be worthy of me. And a slave who enjoys humiliation. This caller lives in the middle of nowhere. In one of those states that almost everyone forgets about. And he told me the weather felt nice for this time of year. So, I told him to go out into his backyard naked. And since I watched him on his Zoom feed, I kept him honest. I know he really did it.
And I understood a lot better why he became a humiliation junkie. He deserved small cock humiliation phone sex all night long. One of the smallest dicks I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And I don’t think the camera added any inches either. I made him run around his yard pretending like he could fly. Although he does live in the middle of nowhere, his backyard faces a decently traveled road.
So, I made him stand at the far corner of his backyard that faced this road. Just in case anybody happened to drive by, they would see this loser in his birthday suit gyrating alongside the road. I cannot believe this guy gave me that much power. But I do feel sorry for his neighbors. Anybody who looks at that tiny dick might try to sue me for emotional distress, lol. And I don’t blame them. I figured if I needed to watch some loser naked on his cam, I might as well make it entertaining, right
But I don’t judge. We all enjoy some kinks and fetishes occasionally. Just some kinks and fetishes appear more amusing than others. And his phone sex fetish for small dick humiliation and exposure, I found amusing. I doubt his neighbors enjoyed it as much as me. But that’s for him to work out. I did my job. I let his neighbors see what a fucking loser they have in their community.
Cuckolding phone sex quickly became one of my specialties after I started fucking big black cock. It’s amazing how many men call me so they can eat a black man’s cum from my pussy. Or call me because they want to be part of the Black New World Order. Some men want to pay reparations sucking one big black dick at a time.
And I feel happy to oblige that anytime I can. Last night at the club, this little black cock faggot came begging to me to find a black man to fuck him. The bouncer of the strip club always seems happy to lend a hand and a cock on such occasions. I decided I would milk that little black cock faggot’s wallet. And I did. Easy fucking money.
He sat in the corner while this black cock phone sex whore enjoyed a real cock to bounce on. My black bull bouncer measures just a little over a foot long, but his girth appears thick like the bottom of a coke bottle. I looked over at this little faggot rubbing his clitty watching a real man pound me.
When he put his hand on his dick, I could no longer see it. How pathetic. At least he knows he can’t fuck a woman like me. Some men still think they can fuck me with a 3-inch cock. As if I would even get out of bed for that pathetic little thing.
When my black lover dumped a massive load of cum inside me, I summoned over that little faggot. I made him crawl between my legs and lick up every ounce of jizz. Like a hungry dog, he ate all that cum out of me. My black bull laughed at him. After he finished cleaning my pussy up, he sucked the bouncer’s big black dick, and we joked that that he would only ever taste a pussy if the pussy was full or cum or he sucked the juice off a BBC.
Sometimes financial domination phone sex seems so easy. I milked his wallet for close to $6000 last night. Between tips, the VIP room cost and special payment for watching a black man fuck me properly, I left him a broke ass loser. But a happy loser. He left the club with a belly full of superior cum and the taste of a pussy way out of his league on his lips.
