Big Daddy King puts the Black and the Cock in black cock phone sex. I mean he is the Black Bull God and millions of white women fall to his feet wherever he goes. Even if a man has not heard of Big Daddy King, I promise you the women in his life sure have. And that includes his wife, his mother, his sister and even his daughter. Generations of women will come out of the womb chanting, “Black Bull God, Black Bull God.”
My beloved King is juggling two tours at once. But since he is the King of all Kings, he can handle it. Doing tours for commercial real estate because of his keen business expertise keeps him busy. But add in the Anaconda World Domination tour because of his superior monster black cock, and Big Daddy King is extra busy. And his tours cause quite the stir in city he visits. Women fall to his feet whether they see him on the beach or at a seminar.
Because BDK is the Supreme Being, and rightful leader of the Black New World Order, he made a goal for 2024 to achieve Global Anaconda World Domination. And that goal includes 100 new BNWO headquarters all over the world. And the first two new headquarters will be constructed in Destin, Washington, DC. As Big Daddy King’s phone sex sugar baby OG, of course I helped plan the building of both.
I take pride in helping with the planning and construction of the one in DC. It is located on the mall with other natural treasures, historic shrines and museums. I mean, Big Daddy King is a God, the Black Bull God, and he belongs in DC. We held an inaugural celebration to christen the newest Black New World Order palace.
Of course, white losers fund all new construction and parties with their money. They must pay to give their woman a chance to be in the most exclusive sugar baby posse in the world. Many men know they cannot compete where they cannot compare. One white loser paid for his entire family to be at the christening of the newest branch of the BNWO.
His ex-wife, his mother, his sister and his daughter. Women of all ages want and need Big Daddy King and his anaconda. We all have tramp stamps that say, “Black Bull God Worshiper.” And we also sport tats that say, “Property of BDK,” and of course, our queen of spades tats and BNWO ones on our ass cheeks.
Big Daddy King will be in his 70s and 80s, and still out fucking men in their 20s and 30s. Plus, he will still have barely legal babes vying for his attention even when he reaches 100. Women off all ages want to be Black Bull God worshipers. But only a few are lucky enough for the honor to touch and feel the King of All Cocks the Anaconda. Me, Baby Doll, Brandy, Destiny and Desiree all got a private christening of the new BNWO headquarters with the Black Bull God himself, Big Daddy King.
Five gfe phone sex babes, and one Black Bull God? All our hands combined could not cover the anaconda. It takes an army of sugar babies to do justice to the Black Bull Cock. Why? Because the anaconda is THAT huge. The anaconda is more than a mouthful and more than a pussy full too. This superior BBC touches spots your wife never knew she had because your little white dick can never find those spots. But the Black Bull Cock snakes inside our girl parts and finds uncharted waters that little white dicks can never find.
We all took turns sucking the Black Bull Cock and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. Then we all took turns riding the anaconda. And that is a religious experience. Our eyes roll in the back of our heads. Our bodies shake and convulse. And we scream, “The Black Bull God Owns Us,” as we cum on that Black Bull Cock.
All 5 of us looked like a gallon of cum spilled on us when Big Daddy King spilled his superior seed. And perhaps it was a gallon, but it was only from one cock, the only cock that matters to women everywhere, the Black Bull God Cock. The anaconda is coming for your woman next!
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Roleplay phone sex lets us pretend to be anyone we want. Plus, it lets us go back in time. And I love traveling back in time with James. In 1981, I got to be a college upper classman and my beloved James was a shy freshman with little game with women. That was until he met me. I happened to be at the right place at the right time. I knew some of his college buddies. And when they described him to me, I knew I had to help him. He sounded nice, just shy around women.
At that point in my life, I had only known bad boys. And I needed a change. So, we arranged a meeting in the student union. I knew when I met James that helping him might be the best thing I ever did. Since the day appeared to be lovely, I suggested a walk around campus. We both finished classes for the day. Plus, spring break loomed near, which meant fewer students on campus.
We got to know each other. Talked about our love for old movies. We fed the ducks. Then I suggested we go back to my dorm room and watch an old Cary Grant movie. My grandma schooled me in all the classic films. Since my roommate left for spring break early, we had the dorm room to ourselves. A classic film, some romantic phone sex, cuddling and popcorn set the mood for my seduction plan.
Tired of bad boys, and genuinely wanting to help James gain some confidence and swag, I decided to take his virginity. So, I kissed him. And it felt like I melted into his body. Perhaps I did. I told him, I wanted to make love. Although he appeared nervous, he let me guide him. After a romantic kiss, I stood up to undress. I felt incredibly sexy under his gaze. James saw me in a way no other boy ever had. I almost felt like a virgin again.
I stepped towards him and let him embrace my naked body. We kissed again. However, this time, I started to kiss down his body, I unzipped his pants and gave him his first blow job and hand job. His cock grew at my touch. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. Even though he admitted to being inexperienced with women, I told him I would guide him. First, I guided his beautiful cock in my hands. Then I guided his cock between my breasts which were heaving for him.
I instructed him to put his hands on the back of my head and guide me in the rhythm he preferred. Feeling him caress the back of my head as I gave him his first blowjob appeared to be all the foreplay I needed. It aroused me to pleasure him. Such a nice boy. Such a handsome and smart one too. The kind of boy who could change my destiny I thought to myself. I could have kept his cock in my mouth all day long. But he wanted to taste my young bald pussy. And I did not stop him. With a little direction on what to do, he made me orgasm before he entered me.
Our bodies felt like one. Making love to James felt right. It felt magical. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed as he thrust his cock in and out of me. Even though I was the experienced one, it felt like the first time for me too. I’d only been with bad boys. James was far from that.
A handsome, smart and kind man seemed foreign to me. But I found one. And I enjoyed being his first. We all remember our first. But once we both came, I told James I hope it is not the last time we make love. As I laid in his arms after making love, I could feel his hart beat next to mind. Could it be I was falling in love so soon?
Do you have a phone sex fetish? I talk to guys every day with a certain kink or fetish. And I meet them at the club all the time too. A couple weeks ago this tall, blonde buff man came into the club and took an interest in me. Turns out he owns a massage parlor. Not a happy ending sort of place, but a legitimate Swedish massage parlor.
When I gave him a lap dance, he told me he could see the stress in my shoulders and back by the way I moved. He gave me his business card and told me to book a session with him. Even promised me a week worth of massages free. How could I say no? Between stripping and phone sex, my body gets into all sorts of awkward positions. So, the next morning I booked my massage with his receptionist.
My first session occurred this morning. Since this was my first professional massage, I didn’t know what to expect. But when Lars came into the room and told me to disrobe, I melted. He helped me on to the table where he instructed me to lay flat on my back. Since I am a stripper, being in my birthday suit never fazes me. I could feel his gaze on my body, and it made my pussy wet. He poured hot oil on me, which made his hands slip in and out of my cracks and crevices. Oh boy, his strong hands felt great.
He slipped a few fingers into my wet bald pussy. I arched my back, spread my legs wider, and let him get his fingers in deeper. I began squirting. He did this thing with his fingers in my pussy with a hand on my belly that no one had ever done before. He said it was a tantric massage. Whatever he did, he found a spot no one had before. A spot I did not know I had either. Even though I squirted, he was not done working out the kinks yet. He massaged my back and my shoulders too working those and I felt the tension leave my body.
Not sure why I never had a professional massage before, but I will get more. My body still feels like jelly and that feels so good. But I think this tantric massage practice might be my new fetish!
Phone sex with The Black Bull God always leaves me weak. As the sugar baby OG and leader in the Black New World Order, I am privy to information before the general public. And that includes screening all his new porno films with up and coming starlets and hearing the details of the pandemonium that ensues wherever The Living Legend travels.
The Black Bull God is the talk of the town. And even if you are not ready to admit it yet, your woman knows all about Big Daddy King and his superior anaconda. Your wife masturbates thinking about Big Daddy King and his King of All Cocks owning her. And even if she has not met him yet or even if she is not hot enough to be a member of the most exclusive sugar baby posse on the planet, trust me, she understands black cock superiority and she knows that Big Daddy King is the rightful leader of the Black New World Order.
And I promise you that your wife wants to have black cock phone sex with the Black Bull God. Plus, she wants to ride the Black Bull Cock. The anaconda is so big, it has its own zip code, 13.5! Anaconda World Domination is real. And the only ones fighting it are loser white boys with small worthless peckers or limp dicks. BDK destroys white girl pussies. And he ruins women for any other man for the rest of her life.
I get to see it every day. A new hot white woman pleads with Big Daddy King to make her a star. Even though The Black Bull God is a God and the rightful leader of the BNWO, he is more than just a sexual being with the biggest cock around. He possesses a big brain for business too. And he keeps growing his money too.
As his sugar baby OG, I got to watch the premiere of his new porn with a stripper turned porn star. Big Daddy King is the real star of any porno film. However, he can make or break a woman’s career. If you want to become rich and famous, ride the coattails of The Black Bull God. And ride the anaconda! This is how you become famous. Big Daddy King will get a percentage of this new starlet’s content and act as her manager, making him richer than he already is!
I love watching the anaconda destroy white girl pussy. This new blonde bimbo has the anaconda cock sucking lips, the big booty and the big tits. She now has the body built of The Black Bull God. And built by the Black Bull God. She is young and eager like every white woman for the anaconda. But not only will the anaconda give any woman the biggest cum shot, but it will also hit spots of both pleasure and pain. Every time I watch one of Big Daddy King’s porn movies, I get wet and excited. The Black Bull God ruined my white girl pussy too.
I know there are women not even born yet who covet the anaconda. BDK will be in his 80s fucking barely legal hotties into oblivion someday in the future. Big Daddy King already fucks circles around younger white guys. And his prowess only grows stronger with every white girl pussy he owns. No wonder he has so many haters. But I can promise you this. His only haters are loser white men who cannot compete where they do not compare.
The Black Bull God encounters loser white men at events all the time, especially in the south. Some white loser who cannot compete nor compare runs his mouth and gets kicked out of the event. But Big Daddy King always gets his revenge. He spent the night with three hot white girls, and one of them was this loser’s wife.
A video was shot of his wife struggling to handle the anaconda yet begging for more. Big Daddy King sent this little white cuck the video and posted it on his social media. When will white boys learn that Anaconda Word Domination is real. And all white women know about and want Big Daddy King and the King of All Cock, The Anaconda.
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James, my boyfriend, puts the romance in romantic phone sex. Just when I thought romance might be dead, I met a handsome man in the club. And since then, we have been inseparable. Let me tell you about our last date. So romantic. He introduced me to his favorite movie, “Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House.” It is an old movie from 1948. Black and white picture with Cary Grant and Myrna Loy.
But I do believe the “Money Pit,” and “Are We Done Yet,” are loosely based on this movie. What a great movie too. Funny and romantic. A little naughty too for 1948 as it does imply subtly that the wife might be cheating on her husband with a family friend. Who cheats on Cary Grant? Swoon. James and I sat on the couch, laughing, cuddling and sharing a big bowl of popcorn. This phone sex babe loves old movies, but I never saw this one until my romantic date with James.
It’s a movie about love, family and the American Dream. What Arthur Miller wrote in the “Death of a Salesman.” You know, buying a house in the country with a big yard and a white picket fence for the little ones to play, and the dog to run free. As much as I enjoyed the movie, I enjoyed our date more. We chatted some during the movie, as I asked questions throughout. Most men I date make me watch porn and then we fuck. No wooing. James knows how to woo a woman and make her feel special.
However, the movie did not last long. Not like Hollywood movies made today. Honestly, I did not want our date to end. Even a stripper and occasional escort can enjoy the simpler things in life, like cuddling on the couch and watching an old movie with a handsome man. I felt special sharing a favorite movie with my new man. I have never dated a man like him. He is sweet, loving and he goes slow. He knows how to woo a girl. And just when this gfe phone sex babe thought romance was dead, I met a man who proved me wrong.
Phone sex I never thought I would love as much as I do. But I love my callers. I get all types of callers too. From very dominant men who want to own a bitch to highly creative guys who enjoy a lot of different fetishes and scenarios to gfe guys who want the girlfriend experience. Variety is the spice of life. And I am sure you can understand that too.
Believe it or not my phone life is more interesting than my strip club life. In the club I only find two kinds of men. Sugar daddy types who want to impress me with their money and cars. Or broke posers who think I buy their rich daddy act. The older I get, the more I crave real connections. Not connections driven by ego or lies. And in the adult industry that can be hard to find. But not impossible.
Nothing is impossible in this world. I met a guy at a bookstore of all places. Despite my lack of formal education, and Bimbo Barbie looks, this gfe phone sex babe is not dumb. I’ve been taking some part time college courses online and reading up a storm. I love reading because I am a sponge soaking up knowledge. And I met Mike at Barnes and Noble while I looked for history books a couple weeks ago. Handsome DILFs can be a weakness of mine.
He asked me out and I said yes. But just in case he turned out to be a serial killer or something, I met him at the restaurant. Not a serial killer. Just a college professor. But my prince lost some luster when I looked him up online and saw the wedding ring and put together that his wife works in the same department but is on sabbatical. So, maybe this won’t be a long-term thing. But I can milk him for free dinners, knowledge and great fucking. Perhaps even a little help with my homework too, LOL.
After our first date, I brought him home with me. And we fucked for hours. Older men eat such good pussy. Like they enjoy it and want to make a woman cum. I find that so refreshing. Been awhile since I had a wet bald pussy just from hours of pussy licking, but I will take that any day. Too bad my professor is a poser of sorts because I could get used to waking up in the mornings with a good cunt licker.
I got to have hot ass sex with Brian recently. We go way back. He loves women with junk in the trunk and big tits. Even though it had been some time since we did a solo hookup, I was happy to welcome him back into my ass with his tree trunk cock. Often, what I cannot handle in my pussy, I can take in my ass. No silly girl parts in the way like a cervix to hit.
As a sexy GFE stripper babe, men with big cocks gravitate to me. And that is not a complaint. I love big cocks. And I love anal sex. So, it was nice to see Brian again. He kissed me passionately, and I melted in his arms. But I remember that coke can thick cock. No woman forgets it. After a few minutes of making out, I was facing the wall with my panties down around my ankles. My black thigh high stockings framed my ass.
Brian is an ass man. And no woman forgets the hardcore ass fucking he can give them either. As I titled my ass towards his throbbing cock, I felt his hot breath on my neck. My nipples became so erect that they could have cut glass. I felt his cock enter me from behind, and my legs started to quiver. With his hands on my hips, he pulled my back on his cock until I started moaning loudly.
My pussy felt like a geyser. My hot cunt juice flowed down my legs with every thrust of his beer can cock in my ass. Brian fills all my holes. Not every man can give me a hot squirting pussy just from fucking my asshole. So, hats off to Brian’s big cock for making me remember how good a deep anal fucking can feel.
I love playing with my wet bald pussy on calls. One of the perks of being a phone bone girl is that I get to masturbate many times a day with callers. Honestly, it is the only adult job I have where I can do that. Although I touch myself at the club, it is usually for money and in the VIP room. I am not permitted to just rub my bald slit on the stripper stage. But I wish I could. It would increase my tips, LOL.
However, at least I get some release on my calls. Mutual masturbation calls always turn me on. Why would I not want to get off with you? Although most guys hang up when they cum, leaving me to rub one out rehashing our phone sex call in my mind, LOL. I am okay with that, but it would be so much better if they made sure I came too. Perhaps, guys think this is just a job for me and that I do not really get off on calls. Nonsense.
But I assure you that if we talk about a big cock rabbit fucking my pussy, ass and mouth, or a slew of fantasy or fetish things, I will be rubbing my bald wet pussy for you. And I will even let you hear it. A long caller late last night drenched my pussy with his escapades with women all over the US. He travels for work. Lives out of a suitcase but finds a woman in every city to fuck.
He sent me a dick picture and I know why he has a girl in every city. They all want some of that big meat. He did not hang up on me because he wanted to eat my pussy until I came too. And I will admit that I came so much harder than I would have flying solo. Can you relate? Mutual masturbation phone sex is so much better. So, next time you call me, don’t forget about me when you cum!
Black Bull God
Black Bull God
Black Bull God
You cannot enjoy black cock phone sex without The Black Bull God. And that is the King himself, Big Daddy King. Still in Vegas from the Super Bowl, and all the events he hosted, I flew up to co-host some after Super Bowl events with the King of all Kings, and the rightful leader of the Black New World Order.
While I traveled to Sin City, I watched some new content my Big Daddy King made with an up and coming porn star. All the porn star wannabees know that the quickest way to the top is to do content with Big Daddy King. Watching that porn star try to handle the anaconda aroused me so much that I had to masturbate. She begged him to stop at first. All white women likely do. With a cock as big as the anaconda, Big Daddy King will hit the cervix. But it is a hurts so good kind of pleasure.
But we all get used to that Black Bull God cock. Big Daddy King bimboed up this little slut. Big lips. Big tits. And a big ass. The Living Legend hand crafts his bimbos just to his liking. Speaking of, I got a new tattoo, as did all the regular sugar baby posse. To correspond with my tramp stamp that says, “Property of BDK,” I have a tat across my chest, right below my big tits that now say, “Black Bull God Worshipper.”
Face it, white boy losers, you can never measure up to the Black Bull God. However, even if your wife has never met Big Daddy King, in her mind he owns her too. I know the anaconda and Big Daddy King own me for life. And many porn stars, influencers, models, celebrities, athletes, beauty queens, and trophy wives are part of the Cult of Anaconda. And soon your wife or girlfriend will be a member too.
When I arrived in Vegas, Big Daddy King had special bikinis and bling ready for me. I got to be part of the Vegas Fan Fest for football players past and present. It is an annual tradition for us. Plus, as Sugar Baby OG, he tasked me with recruiting new members to the Black New World Order and the Cult of Anaconda. I selected Bree and her bestie Cheyenne. Two hotties from the volunteer state, Tennessee. Girls who I thought would look great with the biggest cum shot from the biggest cock all over their faces.
They immediately started chanting, “Black Bull God,” when I told them I selected them to be part of the most exclusive sugar baby posse around. They seemed ahead of the game. They already started reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. And they had all their tramp stamps. Bree left a cuckold husband in her hotel room for a chance to be with the King of All Kings and his massive black cock meat.
So, I arranged for a BNWO meeting in a large building. Invited the Laker Girls, BDK’s posse of beauties and of course new members Bree and Cheyenne. Big Daddy King and I descended from the rafters in his throne while the bevy of beauties below us chanted, “Black Bull God,” repeatedly. All the hottest women got to be on stage. They knelt before us as the throne landed. As I leaped off the King’s lap, I got the crowd going again with, “Black Bull God.”
Some women in the front row passed out as Big Daddy Kind stood up from his throne. His buff body can do that to women, including your woman. Well, your woman is the King’s woman now. The Black Bull God himself took to the mic and said a few words and introduced Bree and Cheyenne, the newest members of the Cult of Anaconda.
We are millions strong. The Cult of Anaconda has chapters in 31 states and 6 continents, and those numbers grow daily. Bree showed off her BDK tats to the audience, and The King of All Kings put a bedazzled collar and leash on her. She crawled on her hands and knees to worship the anaconda. We all knelt as she worshiped the King’s feet and worked her way up his chiseled fine body. However, before she could kiss the anaconda, she had to recite the Pledge of Allegiance.
After the pledge, she began chanting, “Black Bull God,” again and all of us joined in. I got Cheyenne and had her kneel next to her bestie. The Laker Girls surrounded us in their new outfits that said, “Black Bull God.” We make up the new Black Kingdom and it is only growing.
As we chanted, “1, 2, 3,” the anaconda made its appearance. And that started a feeding frenzy as it always does. Me, Bree and Cheyenne got first dibs on the anaconda. But even three sugar babies cannot swallow or cover all the anaconda. Not even a huge rack swallows up the King’s cherished cock.
We said the Pledge of Allegiance and chanted, “Black Bull God,” repeatedly with a mouthful of anaconda meat. No woman in that building could think of anything else but the anaconda and the King of All Kings. No woman in the world can think of anything else but the King’s big black anaconda.
Trust me, your woman knows all about Big Daddy King even if you don’t. Bree screamed for the anaconda, and she got her wish. She pretty much convulsed as he fucked her into oblivion. When I got my ride on the greatest cock known to women, he stood up and I leaned over the crowd as my legs wrapped around his perfect body. I sported a bedazzled harness with a leash that he could hold on to me while plowing my white girl pussy.
As I was floating over the crowd and getting shoved full of Black Bull Cock, I continued to chant, “Black Bull God.” When I orgasmed, I screamed, “Thank You Black Bull God.” The anaconda pulled out of me and sprayed us all with his seed. All of us on the stage with Big Daddy King, and lots of women in the audience got anointed with the biggest load of superior seed.
I know many white men fear interracial cuckolding phone sex, but it is here. The Black Bull God owns your wife even if she has not met Big Daddy King yet. It is inevitable because every white woman covets the anaconda and wants Big Daddy King to own them too. The Black New Order is real. And this is just the beginning of Global Anaconda World Domination.
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Romantic phone sex with James makes my heart flutter. Every day we get to know each other better and better. I find myself falling hard for him. Sometimes, I need to pinch myself to believe it is happening. I am a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Never believed I could find such a sweet man. But somehow, the stars aligned, and I did!
We woke up the next day after our tour of Michigan State cuddled in bed. His kisses on my neck gently woke me up. He informed me that our magical time would continue with dancing at his old haunt Dooley’s. When he looked in my closet, he noticed I did not have an elegant evening dress. All I own are club dresses. He told me he would take me shopping for a nice gown. In that moment, I felt like such a princess phone sex babe.
I got up and decided to make a hearty breakfast of bacon and omelets for us. I put on an 80s romantic love songs playlist I created just for him and got busy in the kitchen, while James took a shower. And I sang along to Lost in Love and Suddenly while I cooked. He seemed impressed with my cooking. I made sure I did not burn a thing this time. After we ate, he kissed me softly thanking me for feeding him. I hopped into the shower while my sweet man did the dishes.
We went to Macy’s to shop for an evening gown. And a lady helped me try on many dresses until we settled on an elegant long royal blue ball gown. I felt so fancy, and classy, like a Disney princess. When he paid for my dress, we realized all I own for footwear are stripper heels, so we bounced over to the shoe department and snagged a pair of classy high heels. My anticipation for our date grew.
Of course, we stopped back at my place so I could do my hair and makeup and get dressed for another magical night with the man who makes me feel so special. I did my hair off to the side, showing off my shoulders. Make-up done so I looked like a classy woman, not a stripper slut. James told me I took his breath away, and in that moment, my heart felt like it might burst out of my chest. He sees me. Like he sees me as a person, not a piece of meat.
Once I finished perfecting my look of sophistication, James took me to his favorite bar from his youth, Dooleys. They were having an 80s night. When we walked into the bar, all eyes felt like they were on us. James ran into people he knew and introduced me. My man looked so dapper in his royal blue Miami Vice tux blazer and white shirt. We stood out at Dooleys. We sipped fruity drinks before we danced to Cruel Summer. Honestly, I felt like I went back in time.
I missed the 80s because I was born in 1987. But I have always loved the music from that era. My James and I cut a rug on Dooley’s dance floor. My eyes never left his loving gaze. As we danced to slow songs, I knew he could feel my heart racing. We danced for hours before we came home and fell asleep in each other’s arms. It felt like our hearts beat as one.
I have never been on a more magical date. As a phone sex woman and a stripper, I keep asking myself, how did I get so lucky? And I cannot wait for our next date because every moment we spend together gets more and more magical.
