There is no better phone sex than with the Black Bull God. He always takes time to see his sugar baby OG or fly me in style on his private jet to whatever location he happens to be at. And currently, Big Daddy King is down in Georgia before he takes a tour of Australia.
Not only does The Black Bull God have worshipers all over the world, he has property all over the world also. And he came down to Georgia to buy some historic property that he can turn into another investment property or a love shack for all his sugar babies. Wherever The Black Bull God is you will find Black Bull God worshipers and loser cuckolds too. The Black Bull God is bigger than the Beatles. Cuckolds know him too because he is all their wives or girlfriends talk about.
You know, The Black New World Order took over the sex scene. Swinging started to make a comeback, but women no longer want white cock. They don’t want to be swinging unless they’re swinging from The Black Bull God Cock. It’s true. Women are done with small or average white dicks. They would rather worship The Black Bull God Cock. And Big Daddy King stays busy wherever he’s at because lots of thirsty, white bitches not only want to film content with The Black Bull God, but they also want to be part of his harem.
I noticed a trend in more cuckolding phone sex calls from white losers and an increase in PAWG women wanting to be sugar babies in the most elite pose of sugar babies in the world. And if you don’t understand what that means it stands for phat ass white women. I think girls understand from a young age that if they want to be with The Black Bull God, they need some push for the kush. They need some junk in that trunk.
Big Daddy King judges bikini contest and beauty pageants, he films content, he turns a profit with any business he touches, and he makes women stars by simply standing in their orbit. Fresh off judging a miss Hawaiian tropics contest, he added a few new beauties to his posse. Lola from Houston and Stacey from Kentucky. And these girls nowadays will do anything to get the attention of The Black Bull God.
Stacey is a PAWG. And to get the attention of the one and only Black Bull God, she put a QRS code on her ass and that got her the attention she wanted. I took Miss Stacey to the back room to meet her master. Even before meeting The Black Bull God, he owned her. The real prize for this bikini contest was not the money or the title. But it was a night with The Black Bull God.
I took her to the back room where our King awaited a formal meeting on his throne. The rightful leader of The Black New World Order looked so dapper in his Gucci suit with his Gucci belt. As soon as Stacey and I walked into the room, The Black Bull God made it rain money. Stacey’s star is now on the rise. She already got her tramp stamp that says Black Bull God Worshiper for Life, as well as her queen of spades tat on her ass along with a BNWO tattoo also.
Big Daddy King undid his Gucci belt, revealing his white anaconda sleeve. And The Black Bull God Cock stood at attention past his belly button. The diamonds on his cock sleeve sparkled. And Miss Kentucky seemed awe struck. I had to bring her back to reality. This was not fantasy phone sex. This was real life. The Black Bull God sat before her in all his glory. This was not a mirage. And this was not in her head. She got down on the floor and started twerking her PAWG ass in front of The King.
She clapped those ass cheeks showing off her tattoos. And then she gave The Black Bull God the lap dance of a lifetime. I could tell Stacey still couldn’t believe this was real. Eventually, The Black Bull God stood up, bent Stacey over the bar and bottomed her out with his Black Bull God Cock.
I held her hand as she screamed. Eventually, her legs turned to Jell-O and she could barely stand. So, our beloved King sat down in his throne and Stacey with the phat ass rode the anaconda from his lap. She’s now only a slut for The Black Bull God. She begged him to nut inside of her. And it felt like The Black Bull God christened her white girl pussy and owned her for life.
But that’s the power of The Black Bull God. He owns white women he’s never even met. And he likely owns your wife, but you just don’t realize it yet. I would say we had a productive time down in Georgia over the weekend. Stacey is now part of the most elite sugar baby posse on the planet. And because of The Black Bull God’s Midas touch, her star will now soar as will her addiction for big black cocks.
Roleplay phone sex excites me because I get to be somebody else. Sometimes I even get to be somebody smart like a doctor. I know a lot of people enjoy playing doctor. Sometimes men in the VIP room want to play doctor. Usually, they want a round of show me yours and I’ll show you mine. But occasionally, I get an older guy in the VIP room who struggles to orgasm. And men like that need the bend over and cough type of doctor roleplay.
It’s a dirty job, but somebody needs to do it. And if they pay me right, I will milk a man’s prostate the way a doctor would. Many men experience erectile dysfunction with age. Unfortunately, I do believe it’s a sad part of the aging process. Just like women’s libidos tend to decrease with age.
So, when Charlie came into the club, I couldn’t tell by looking at him that he struggled with orgasms. But he picked me for the VIP room I think because of my age. Maybe he thought the younger girls wouldn’t know how to deliver prostate phone sex. Or he thought they might laugh at him.
But not me. I only laugh at men who come at me with big dick energy but sport a pinky dick. Charlie seemed like a nice man. He sat on the chair as I gave him a lap dance, and he had this rejected look on his face. So, I stopped dancing, pulled a chair in front of him and asked him what was on his mind. And he confessed that he’s tried many things and he cannot get his cock erect again.
He feels horny, but his dick just will not cooperate. Viagra barely gives him a hard cock. He thought a lap dance might help. But I suggested something different. And he agreed to try it. So sitting on the edge of the chair, I pulled his pants down, and then I took his boxers down to his ankles. I had him switch positions on the chair, so he faced away from me. Then I instructed him to push his ass over the edge of the seat so I could reach his butt hole. I lubed up my finger and worked it in his old asshole.
Charlie started moaning loudly and I could see his arm jerking up and down his cock. Apparently, I found the right spot to give him the erection he desperately sought. I just wanted to get the biggest cum shot from his backed up old balls. And I wanted to make him feel good. At the end of the day, I’m a GFE provider who likes to take care of men one way or another.
He tipped me very well for cleaning out his pipes. I gave him two prostate orgasms, a blow job orgasm and a fourth load he shot on my tits. To say that Charlie was backed up feels like an understatement. He gave me four massive loads of cum. Plus a few grand for playing doctor with him. My pleasure. Somebody’s got to do the dirty work. And when it’s a nice older man like Charlie, I never mind milking a man’s prostate.
Most men crave hot ass sex. Fucking the pussy no longer seems the norm. And I blame Internet porn. Current pornography seems mostly filled with rough anal sex scenes and big black cocks. Although that’s not a problem, it teaches young guys watching the pornography that all girls want rough sex.
Earlier in the week, a young guy, who just turned 21, came into the club with his friends. All college boys. And honestly, we don’t get many of them in the club because they can’t afford to drink much. Most college boys are on a budget. So, it felt like a nice surprise. Shake things up a bit. Going to a strip club and having an adult beverage seems like the perfect way to celebrate your 21st birthday.
Personally, I’ve never understood why at 18 you can vote for the president and go to war, but you can’t see some naked ladies and drink a beer. We were slow; so we offered the boys a discount for the VIP room. Seemed like something nice to do to help this boy celebrate his 21st birthday. His friends chipped in and got the birthday boy the VIP room with a hot MILF. On my phone sex line, I don’t even interact that much with younger guys. Most of my fan base appears to be in their 30s and older.
But I’m technically a cougar now. So, I don’t mind young bucks. I decided I’d give the birthday boy a lap dance and a VIP room experience he would never forget. However, this boy assumed I would fuck him in the VIP room. That’s not what happens in the VIP room. I told him hand jobs and blow jobs. Maybe even some prostate milking, but actual fucking only happens in the VIP room if you’re extremely wealthy, extremely endowed, or both.
But the boy would not take no for an answer. Yeah, I can’t let a guy that young think that he can just take any woman he wants. Although I know there’s a lot of men out there who believe women owe them something, I don’t interact well with those men. This boy jumped me as I twerked my ass in his face. Plus, he pulled out an extremely disappointing cock for a 21-year-old man. The worst part he tried to shove it in my ass raw.
I didn’t want to beat up anybody in the club. But sometimes a girl must do what a girl needs to do. And this 21-year-old clueless boy needed an attitude adjustment. And I think it shocked him that I know some self-defense and some karate. I kicked that poor boy‘s ass. But he should feel lucky I didn’t call in the bouncer. That’s because I knew I could handle this wimp on my own. But while I had him pinned to the ground, I decided to make him eat my wet bald pussy. I smothered him with my pussy.
While I forced him to lick the alphabet on my pussy, I told him this could go one of two ways. He could walk out that door and tell his buddies he had the best time with me. And nobody would know he got beat up by a girl. Or he could try complaining to management and get himself banned from the club for life. And then I added that only one of those options lets him keep his pride. So, smelling like my pussy he went out to his friends and gave them a hi-fi.
Hopefully, that boy will think twice before trying to force himself on a stripper again. Or any woman. We are not here for you to take. I’m not sure if kicking his ass humbled him or not, but it appeared to. This punk boy should feel lucky I didn’t call in the bouncer or he might’ve been going to the ER instead of home with his friends.
Anything can happen in a strip club, including prostate phone sex. Even though I rarely take the stage anymore because I’m in charge of the girls, I still take requests for the VIP room. This sweet old guy came into the club to celebrate his 75th birthday. According to the owner of the club Ross first visited the strip club over 30 years ago, when the club opened. And he used to spend a lot of money. Then he got married and stopped coming into the club.
My boss told me he lost his wife last year and he seems lonely. I felt kind of honored that out of all the girls in the club, he picked me for the VIP room. Perhaps because I’m the oldest woman in the club. When we entered the room, I put on some 70s music and started dancing to a Donna Summer song. He seemed to love my music selection. But as I started twerking my ass in his face, he told me I didn’t need to take my clothes off.
I get some phone sex calls where men just want to talk. No roleplay. Sometimes not even sexual talk. And I can switch gears easily. So, I grabbed a chair and sat in front of him. And I asked him some questions about his life. Sweet, lonely, old man. I encouraged him to tell me about his wife and his eyes just lit up.
He wanted to brag about her. I could tell that, even though this was his second wife, it appeared to be true love. When he told me he had not enjoyed an orgasm in a decade because of his wife’s illness, I never wanted to suck a cock so badly. But he didn’t want to cheat on her memory. It was all I could do to hold back the tears.
So, I explained prostate milking to him. And that it’s more medical than sexual. Plus, I don’t think anybody would consider prostate milking cheating. I asked him to just think of it as medically necessary to relieve some tension in his body. He clearly needed it. It took some convincing, but I got him to understand that backed up balls cannot be good for a man’s health. So, I lubed my finger up and slipped it into his asshole.
I told him the orgasm will feel more satisfying if I stroke his cock too. And he just laid back and let me. But it didn’t take long. I could feel the tension mounting quickly. I expected a volcanic eruption. And likely he would give me the biggest cum shot of his life. I called that one. His old dick shot off like a fire hydrant. He sprayed my face and my tits with chunky backed up cum.
But I don’t milk every old guy’s prostate. It’s not something I enjoy necessarily. But it is something that feels necessary to many men. And the sweet old guy needed an orgasm more than anybody I’ve met recently. Plus, he seemed so sweet and romantic that I wanted to help him. I almost felt bad when he tipped me $1000. I need money like everybody. But some things in life seem priceless. Like giving a sweet old man, a much-needed prostate milking.
As a sexy switch, I enjoy being a dominatrix phone sex babe. I can’t think of any woman who doesn’t like to be in control. Sometimes even as the dominant woman, I can pretend to be somebody else for a hot fantasy role play. Recently, I got to pretend to be my prince James’s old flame, Theresa. And she is the one that got away.
James and I reconnected recently. He found me on LinkedIn. And despite being married with a family of my own, I agreed to meet him while he was in town. Part of me still held some residual anger over the fact that he did not pick up on my cues early enough. You see I’m a bit more outgoing than James. But in college, I really liked James. And I tossed down every cue I could back then. I even asked him out on a date. And in the 80s that felt somewhat progressive.
I often wish we had met earlier. But when we did, he was about ready to finish his senior year, but I still had several more years of college. Often, I wonder what if. What if I had met him earlier. What if he had picked up on my romantic gestures. And I must wonder what if I married him instead of my husband. My head swirled with anger, regret and nostalgia. It would be good to see James again after all these years. He always did possess a strong, romantic phone sex streak.
So, I picked him up at his hotel and we went to this fancy restaurant for dinner. Although we enjoyed a genuinely pleasant evening reminiscing, I let anger and regret take over me. And I drugged him at dinner. And the drug kicked in before we left the restaurant. So, I walked him out of the restaurant straight into my car. And we drove back to his little No Tell motel. I had a bag with me that included things like rope and nipple clamps.
By the time James woke up from his drug-induced coma, he realized something seemed wrong. He found himself naked and tied to the hotel bed. He looked at me confused and asked where sweet Teresa went. And I told him that he killed her decades ago. For years, I planned out what I would do to James if I ever encountered him again. It seemed like fate. He tried to tell me he came to town for business, but I knew better than that. Nobody comes to this town unless they’re looking for somebody who lives in this town.
But I’ve had many years to think about how my relationship with James could’ve been different if he had only picked up what I blatantly threw down. And since we cannot go back in time, I could get a little revenge. So, I turned my old college flame into my sex slave.
He laid there on that motel bed, looking perplexed and helpless. So, I straddled his face. Forced him to eat my wet bald pussy. Back in the day if James had only acted sooner about wanting to make love to me, things might be different. But by the time he came around, I decided to move on for self-preservation.
But I felt hurt. He could’ve been my first. He was the first man to steal my heart. But then he crushed it by seemingly putting me in the friend zone. And by the time he woke up and decided he wanted to make love to me and have a real romantic relationship with me, I closed myself off for self-preservation. He had a chance. And he blew it. Now, this was my chance. Suddenly, I became a woman I did not know existed.
I smothered James with my pussy. Forced him to eat me after all these years. I pulled on his nipple clamps as I grinded my pussy on his face, drenching him in my womanly juice. I could feel James lapping up my sweet goo. Eventually, I sucked on his cock. But I might’ve squeezed his balls a little too hard on a couple occasions. I mean, this was revenge, right? The girl James fell in love with at college in the 80s no longer existed. But maybe he would love this bad ass confident woman who’s no longer afraid to spell out exactly what she wants and who she wants.
And what I wanted was for James to lick the alphabet on my swollen womanhood. As he worshiped my pussy, I teased his cock mercilessly. Squeezed his balls, spanked them, and squeezed the head of a soldier. But eventually, I used his stiff cock as my dildo. And I rode up and down it until I started creaming all over his shaft.
I knew it drove him crazy that he couldn’t touch my boobs or my body, so I lowered my ample breasts to his mouth. He teased my nipples. I sat down on his shaft. Finally, he got to make love to the one that got away. But he made love to her on my terms. Not his.
And I rode his soldier until we both came intensely. Perhaps he assumed this was a simple game and I would release him after we fucked. I don’t plan on ever letting him leave. James did not know that at the time. Once back at my place, he realized my nefarious plans.
I built a little dungeon complete with a cage to keep my sex toy secure. Cannot have him getting away from me again. This way, I can pull him out and play with him whenever I want. I’m not the same woman I used to be. He crushed me. I often wonder how my life would’ve turned out if we married each other instead of other people. And I know he thinks about it too. However, he will have a lot more time to think about what if as my sex slave living in my dungeon. It only took 40 years, but I finally got my man.
GFE phone sex provides men with what they need. It provides men with the intimacy they seem to be missing from their own marriages. And women like me enjoy being professional GFEs. It’s rewarding financially. But more importantly it’s rewarding emotionally. However, I take no shit from any man. That scared, submissive young girl no longer exists. Years in the adult industry and decades suffering abuse at the hands of men like my father are over.
And although I do like taking care of men and providing whatever fantasy they need, my generosity has limits. So, when this manosphere douche bag came into the club last night, creating a ruckus, I put him in his place. Perhaps you could say that I am a fan of CBT phone sex. So, I took this misogynistic asshole, who was in a strip club telling women to go home and take care of their husbands, into the VIP room.
Although he paid for the VIP room, he did not get what he wanted. I really don’t understand men like him. You come into a strip club, and you spend money on naked ladies while simultaneously telling them they belong at home. Why even contribute to our earnings if you think we should be dependent on men. I tried to point out the hypocrisy and caveman thinking, and he tried to slut shame me.
Men should learn when to keep their fucking mouth shut. I have decades of rage built up in me. And I’m always looking for the right person to unleash it on. Peter appeared to be the right man. As far as I’m concerned, it makes you very stupid to mouth off like that to a woman in a thong and stilettos. I kicked him in the balls repeatedly. I brought that man, who claimed to be superior to all women, to his knees. And I had him crying like a little bitch.
So, he started screaming like a little bitch for help. Another dumb ass move. Security in a strip club exists to protect the strippers not the patron. So, when the bouncer came in and heard this manosphere douche bag spouting off his nonsense, he held him down for me so I could kick him even better. I took off the guy’s belt, pulled down his pants and of course he had a tiny dick. All the men with that big dick energy who think that women exist solely for their sexual gratification always sport tiny dicks.
And I gave Peter a tiny mutilated dick because I trampled on his worthless cock balls. Women don’t reject him because of feminism. Women reject him because he’s an asshole with a tiny dick and an even smaller brain. He should feel lucky I didn’t have a knife handy, or I might’ve castrated him in the club. I mean anything can’t happen in the VIP room. He is forever banned from our club.
Good riddance. This phone sex babe prefers to be a GFE. But don’t get me wrong, I can be a bad ass bitch when I want. And I do not have time for tools like Peter spreading their misogynistic views in a strip club. So don’t come at me with this male superiority bullshit. I’ll kick you in the balls so hard you will never procreate.
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.
