I love gfe phone sex calls because I love giving men the girlfriend experience they need. Let’s face it men, too many women neglect your sexual needs. Sure, they may keep the house clean and your offspring feed and alive, but she neglects your cock. I hear that all the time in the club and on my sex line. And I love to make up for other women’s short comings.
When Don came into the club, I knew he had never been here before. He did not look familiar, but new faces come with a holiday weekend. The club gets packed with guys in town to visit friends or family. Don requested me in the VIP room, even though last night I did not dance. I was there in my house mom capacity making sure the girls could drain all those wallets dry.
But he did not see the young hot coed girls on stage. All he wanted was this phone sex babe. While I gyrated on his lap, I felt like a snake charmer. My moves awakened his cock. Although I was not surprised, he seemed both surprised and thrilled. And that was when he told me he was a prostate cancer survivor, and he did not think his cock would ever work again. I possess some skills that come in handy.
When he told me about his medical issues, I knew I had to build up his esteem. And the best way to do that is with a hard cum. Men take pride in their virility. So, neuter a man and you take away his masculinity. Don needed me to give him the biggest cum shot of his post cancer life. And I did. He shot a huge load all over my face and my tits. The smile on his face told me he picked the right girl to bring into the VIP room.
He tipped me generously, but I did not want his money. His cum served as a big thank you. I love making men cum, but I took extra pride in making Don cum. If you have dick issues, maybe you just need a cock sucking, ball draining, mistress like me.
Phone sex with the Black Bull God only gets hotter. My beloved Big Daddy King flew me to Atlanta for a special feature dance at his renowned Club Cheetah. You see The Black Bull God is more than just brawn. This chiseled god possess a big brain for business too. He has the platinum touch when it comes to business. Although women know all about the Black Bull God Cock, most high rolling men know him for his business acumen.
Big Daddy King transformed a once failing strip club in Atlanta into one of the most well-known strip clubs in the world. And I felt honored to join the Black Bull God in Atlanta and mingle with his Atlanta posse which includes the hottest dancers at Club Cheetah, the hottest white women in Atlanta and members of the Atlanta Black New World Order chapter. Everywhere the Black Bull God goes, so do all the hottest white women around.
Big Daddy King has the biggest chocolate bar in the world. And we all want some chocolate. Do not fool yourself, loser. That includes your wife. The Black Bull God turns all white women into cuckolding phone sex queens. Because once you taste that big chocolate bar of Big Daddy King’s, also known as the anaconda and The Black Bull God Cock, you don’t want white dick ever again. Truth. Once you go black, you don’t go back. Never more meaning in the phrase than when discussing The Black Bull God Cock.
Big Daddy King’s Club Cheetah appeared packed. And packed with only the best of the best of Atlanta too. I enjoyed dancing and mingling with his stripper posse Fiji, Madison and Misty. We are all strippers and cheerleaders for the Black Bull God. The world is full of Black Bull God Cock fans. And The Supreme Being’s fan base grows daily. There are girls not even able to vote yet, waiting until they can join the biggest fan club in the world, The Black Bull God sugar baby posse.
Once a white woman joins the Cult of Anaconda, she never leaves. The Black New World Order, for which Big Daddy King is the rightful leader, is a movement and a cult. The Black Bull God owns us for Life. Even if a white man does not know who Big Daddy King is, I know his wife or girlfriend or daughter, or all the above does. And she wears BDK clothes and cums thinking about The Black Bull God Cock owning her white girl pussy.
After a night of partying at Club Cheetah and Big Daddy King’s luxury penthouse in Atlanta, we held a Black Bull God convention at the arena. Atlanta loves BDK. The event sold out quicker than a Taylor Swift show at the Mercedes Benz stadium. Big Daddy King, me and Fiji descended on his throne on to the stage. It always feels like we are descending from heaven when we do this. But then Big Daddy King does appear divine and sent straight from the heavens above.
The Falcon cheerleaders adorned the stage as we descended. They sported BDK bling and their Queen of Spades and BNWO tats. As well as their tramp stamps that say, “Black Bull God Worshiper.” Among those on stage, included the women who paid the highest tribute to be near The Black Bull God himself. When Big Daddy King stood from his throne, the crowd went crazy. In fact, I thought the women in the audience might stampede the stage! Of course, being a member of the hottest and most exclusive sugar baby posse comes with the risk of a mob rush. Cannot say I blame women. We all go crazy for The Black Bull God.
Women chanted, “Black Bull God,” and stamped their feet, shaking the stage as Big Daddy King stood up and addressed his adoring fans. As I disrobed him, he stood in front of the hottest white women of Atlanta in all his glory. Women fainted and screamed. And I get it. His chiseled body, his good looks and the Black Bull God Cock makes all women wild, even your women.
All of us hot white women on stage, knelt before our All Mighty King of All Kings and began kissing the ground he walks on. Women stormed the stage, giving security a hard time. We let as many hot white women on the stage as we could safely handle. And a feeding frenzy ensued. Women groped Big Daddy King. They kissed all over his body leaving thousands of lipstick stains on The Black Bull God’s body and his white compression shorts.
Big Daddy King had the stage full of hot white women vying for the chance to see the biggest cum shot from the biggest cock. We all chanted, “Black Bull God Nut.” Fiji and I got to worship the anaconda first. However, when you have the biggest chocolate bar known to woman, you have plenty to go around. Although Big Daddy King is mortal, he can still out fuck an army of white men with his Black Bull God Cock.
We got baptized again into the Cult of Anaconda on that Atlanta stage. And then an orgy ensued. Every hot woman in town, as well as the world, wanted to ride the anaconda. And lucky for all of us hot white sugar babies, The Black Bull God can out fuck anyone, anytime and anywhere. I am a The Black Bull God worshiper for life. And so is your wife.
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My romantic phone sex side continues to blossom with my beloved James. I woke up with him naked, in bed with me after our first night of passionate love making in the Sybaris Inn. Actually, I woke up because he was licking my love garden. At first, I thought it was all a dream. One big sexy dream. But it was no dream. James was loving on my love button, making me squirt all over his face. And for a moment, I felt bad. Like I was drowning him. However, the big smile on his face told me he loved my juices.
After my love gave me a hot squirting pussy, I felt the need to return the favor. So, I took his love gun in my mouth and used my breasts, my mouth and my hands to give his rocket the attention it needed. I felt like our first night to together as lovers was magical. And every time we become intimate our magic will grow. He is the ying to my yang. I made him cum hard. Afterwards, we laid in each other’s arms listening to 80s love songs planning our day. And we both agreed we worked up an appetite making love.
We hopped into the rain forest shower. And the temperature felt perfect. But everything seems perfect with my prince, James. We washed each other up, and almost made love again, but decided we needed fuel for round two, LOL. He put on his dark blue long sleeve shirt, grey slacks, a tie and his white blazar. Very 80s chic. I slipped on a romantic looking floral sundress with strappy sandals.
But my prince gave me a gift before we left for breakfast. Although he is all the gift I need, I appreciated being spoiled. I opened the box and found a beautiful gold locket in the shape of a heart. Inside was a picture of us standing in front of the Michigan State statue on our first date. This way James is always close to my heart. Perhaps, this is the best gift ever. So sweet and personable. And special. But everything about James is special.
The day awaited us. We left to eat, walking through the garden to the little Italian bistro nearby. We stopped by the swing for a romantic moment before heading to the eatery. The waitress thought we were newlyweds from the way we acted. James held my hand. And he often caressed my cheek and my hair looking at me like a man in love.
After we ate, I felt like a Disney princess with what James planned. He arranged a carriage ride through town. We could feel the warmth of the sun caressing us. But I always feel the warmth of James’s love for me. And I hope he feels it from me too. Birds sang and we held hands, kissed and even stopped for pictures. I know I was glowing too. Everything about James makes me beam. We told each other I love you. And we both meant it. It’s been a whirlwind romance, but I think our love was predestined.
We got back to our suite and enjoyed some time in the hot tub. And you know that led to more love making. I thought we might both overheat, LOL. However, we paced the lovemaking. I sat on his lap, wrapping my legs around him. And we kissed forever. And I stroked his love rocket while he rubbed my magic love button.
Eventually, I guided his magnificent cock inside my pussy, and we made wonderful love again in the hot tub. I got lost in his eyes. And at one point, our heart felt like it was beating as one. We worked up a sweat and more of an appetite. However, we cooled off in our private pool and just enjoyed each other’s company.
Every moment with James is special. And every encounter gets better. This phone sex babe’s heart has definitely been captured. And I cannot wait for future dates.
Do you have a phone sex fetish? Your secrets remain safe with me. I have too many fetishes to name here. Perhaps, I am just a kinky babe. One of my fetishes, I developed from men like you. Want to know what it is? Well, I love to have my sexy ass eaten, rimmed and fucked.
Many moons ago, I met this great guy. He checked all my boxes. However, his cock appeared underwhelming at best to a babe like me. But if I rejected him, I also rejected his money. And I needed it. I met him at the club. Married man who loved sexy buxom blonde babes. So, when I saw his 5-inch dick, I made up an excuse about being on my period. And I suggested hot ass sex instead. He did not even question me. He wanted my ass.
But before he fucked my ass, he ate it. Sniffed it. Licked it. Fingered it. And I loved it. It became a thing for us. I was his first anal experience, and he loved it. Now at that time, I was no stranger to anal sex. In fact, I loved it because there was less risk of getting pregnant. But no one ever rimmed and licked my ass like Bill. No one. So, he expanded my ass fetish.
Now, I am almost 40 and offering up my ass to rich guys with tiny dicks every week. But no woman wants a monster cock in her ass. So, in the VIP room I offer up my ass for any man with less than 7 inches of cock meat and a big wallet. And guess what? Men eat it up. And they eat my ass too. So, sometimes a man’s fetish becomes my fetish. I love rim jobs phone sex. And I can sit on a man’s face for hours. So, rest your jaw and your tongue, because if you have an underwhelming dick, the best you can hope for is eating my fine ass.
Rim jobs phone sex anyone? My hot ass will not eat itself. Last night, I went to the club to oversee some of the new talent I recently hired. Even strip clubs struggle with finding reliable help. Although I had no intention of stripping last night, I needed to because three girls did not show up for their shift and the club appeared pack. Only one of the three new girls I hired showed up. But because we looked short with strippers to work the crowd, I did a few sets.
On Friday nights, I never made bank at the club. Usually, my big money nights were Sunday and during the week. I am in my late 30s now and I know some folks think that’s too old to strip. But my body still looks good. And I love to drain wallets. One of our club’s VIP guys took a shine to the new girl. However, she wanted me in the room with her. Not really as security. But more for morale boosting. Like all new strippers, she appeared nervous. Since I knew the patron, I asked him if he minded. Of course, he did not.
He wanted to lick her young bald pussy. However, I taught her how to milk his wallet. He does not have a big cock. But he does have a big wallet. So, the clue is to tease him. Make him pay to pump his cock. Men with big wallets and small cocks understand that they need to pay for every little thing. So, I made him rim my ass first then her ass. And he went down on his knees so quickly for the honor. He wanted to tongue our puckered assholes. And he paid for the privilege.
My newbie quickly picked up on the concept of a pay piggie and how to milk a wallet dry. Eventually he got to eat her pussy, but she drained his wallet first making him pay to lick her ass, touch her boobs, smell her panties, caress her legs. We both left the VIP room without fucking a tiny dick. And we made him think it was his idea because he was not worthy of us.
Thanks to years of financial domination phone sex, I know all the techniques to drain wallets and never need to touch a small or limp dick. My new dancer made money on her first night. That means she will keep coming back. I have so much more to teach her.
I love phone sex role plays for many reasons. Mainly because I get to be anyone I want. Erase the past and reinvent myself. And no one makes me feel like a special princess more than my James. Our time together just gets hotter and more meaningful as time goes on. How lucky am I to have met such a special man in my life?
At the Club last week, I was on stage dancing when I saw a man come in with a big bouquet of flowers. He talked with my boss and the next thing I knew that man was on stage with me singing to me as I sat on a chair. The club appeared pack too. This stranger sang Lionel Ritchie’s Truly to me and handed me a card with the flowers. My James arranged all this just to invite me to spend the weekend with him in Indianapolis at an exclusive hotel complete with a private pool, a hot tub and a rain forest shower.
I felt like a princess once again. James knows how to put the romance in romantic phone sex. And I could not wait to see my sexy military man again. We met in the lobby of the Sybaris Inn. I packed lightly because I hoped this would be the visit where we consummated our relationship. He looked so dapper in his Le Tigre sky blue polo shirt, black pleated pants and Hush Puppy shoes. For a moment, I did not feel worthy of him. I dressed for comfortably in my Victoria Secret boyfriend pants and a Lionel Ritchie t-shirt.
Seeing him again made my heart flutter. I ran into his arms like I was Debra Winger in An Officer and a Gentleman. He picked me up and twirled me around. When he put me back on the ground, he kissed my cheek and led me to our room. He told me he had fallen hard for me. But the feeling was mutual. I felt no pressure to consummate our budding relationship, but I wanted to make love to him. The room had more flowers, chocolates and champaign waiting too. My James thinks of everything. He is my Mr. Romance.
We locked lips, danced a bit, then decided to get ready for dinner. Since the shower was a large walk-in one, we showered together. He washed my hair and my love garden as I washed his stiff pole. We had to stop, or we never would have made it to dinner! Eighties music blared through the speakers as I primped for a romantic dinner with my love. I put on a lavender sundress with strappy sandals. And I matched his lavender bowtie which he sported with a Miami Vice blazar, white button-down shirt and black pants.
Again, my heart pumped fast gazing at my prince. He held my hand, and we walked through a little garden until we reached the restaurant. We walked in, sat at a private booth, ordered dinner and laughed and talked. We noticed folks around us looking at us and remembering what young love felt like. After dinner, I felt a little buzz from the wine, but my James held my hand, and we walked back to our pool suite.
With my head on his shoulder, and our hands locked I could feel his heartbeat. And I know he could feel mine. Once back in the room, he asked to kiss me. And I melted into his arms. No one does that. James treats me like a princess phone sex babe. Melts my heart. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to make love, and I nodded yes. As he took my dress off, I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. For a moment, I felt like a virgin again. Never made love to a man. I only fucked. This seemed different. It seemed special. It was special. Any time with James is special.
We undressed each other and fell onto the bed which sat right in the middle of the room with mirrors all around us. We rolled around kissing passionately. My hand found his erect cock and began stroking it as he rubbed my bald kitty. Our tongues felt like one. When he went down on me, he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. I was able to convince him that the 69 position was the way to go. Perhaps, I felt greedy. I wanted his cock in my mouth. And I wanted to feel it grow which it did. Just like my clit swelled as his tongue danced on it.
When he entered me, I swear I heard fireworks go off. Our bodies felt like magnets drawn to each other. With my back arched and my chest heaving, my beloved James made love to his princess for hours. What stamina. James and I told each other we loved each other. I think I loved him from the first hello. Making love to him felt so right. Felt magical. We both came so hard that it left us in a ball of sweat and a huge wet spot. We cuddled on the bed afterwards.
I could stay in James’ arms forever. After we cuddled, we splashed around in our own private pool for a while basking in the glow of our newfound love. This is just the beginning.
There is BBC. But then there is black cock phone sex with The Black Bull God. And that is like an out of body encounter. Why? Because women only think about Big Daddy King and his Black Bull God Cock. I promise you that women who have not even been born yet, or who have not met the King, think about him. And worship the anaconda. Everywhere Big Daddy King goes, the white women follow. He is the Pied Piper of White Pussy.
After a successful dedication of a new building at his old Alma matter, Big Daddy King went to New Mexico to scout out some more property. New Mexico went wild because not many black men in the state. And definitely no Black Bull God or Black Bull God Cock. He loves to spread the love. Even when in town for business, Big Daddy King works on Anaconda World Domination.
Nothing compares to the Black Bull God Cock. And women everywhere know that. With new Black New World Order chapters in the Carolinas and Denver, why not Albuquerque New Mexico too. Big Daddy King has a cock for porn, a body for pro sports and a head for business. This is why he is The Living Legend. As he scouted out business property, he looked for space for a new BNWO chapter. And me and Ana, this hot young Romanian coed, and the newest gfe phone sex sugar baby, went along with our King to scout out a new headquarters.
Whatever business Big Daddy King touches turns to gold. He possesses the platinum touch with everything. States beg Big Daddy King to bring his business there. It is trickle down economics. He brings more money to the state than Taylor Swift does when she tours. So, not only do white business folks want The King in their hometown, so do all the white women.
We would walk down the street and a feeding frenzy would ensue. Women know that there is only one Black Bull God Cock in the world. Big Daddy King will be 100 years old and still fucking barely legal girls. Women he will take from white losers have not even been born yet. He is the Black Bull God and the rightful leader of the Black New World Order.
There is so much power in the Black Bull God Cock that women lose their shit when they see Big Daddy King on camera or in person. New Mexico will never be the same now. And I understand. I was never the same after meeting Big Daddy King either. The Black Bull God Cock is a religious entity. Since we visited a mostly Catholic state, we decided to hold a religious event. All white women worship the alter of The Black Bull God.
At the building Big Daddy King decided would be the newest BNWO chapter, white Catholic women stood in line for miles to worship the anaconda. Women know Big Daddy King has the Black Bull God Cock, and women wanted a glimpse of it. Even though Big Daddy King is the leader in content creation, women want to see the anaconda in real time, not just on the screen. Women brought their rosaries and their husband’s money for a chance to worship the one and only Black Bull God Cock.
Some of these women already sported their “Black Bull God Worshiper” tramp stamp, as well as their BNWO and Queen of Spades tats too. Women who are not even in the most elite sugar baby posse in the world don tats telling everyone they belong to the Black Bull God for life. These women just hope and pray that they can get The Black Bull God’s attention. Every city we visit, he selects some new sugar babies, like Ana.
I brought women up two at a time so they could pay their tribute to the King and get a glimpse of the Black Bull God Cock. Every woman in the world wants that chance. The New Mexico women went crazy. Left Big Daddy King bags of cash and rosaries around the anaconda. However, I understand. We all worship the one and only Black Bull God Cock.
Big Daddy King wanted to show this big crowd of disciples how he fucks a sugar baby. As the sugar baby OG, I got on all fours with my head down and my ass up. This position lets the other wannabe sugar babies see how Big Daddy King owns white girl pussy with one thrust of the anaconda. I begged for Big Daddy King to fuck me with his Black Bull God Cock. And a minute latter I was screaming, “Thank You Black Bull God for the biggest cum shot.” And I am talking about me, LOL. My pussy squirted love juice all over the stage and the sugar babies that surrounded us.
All the Catholic hot women of New Mexico chanted, “Black Bull God Cock.” Ana got her turn with the anaconda as did many more women of the great state of New Mexico. When Big Daddy King anointed us all with his Black Bull God Cock sauce, a feeding frenzy started. All the women stampeded the stage to get a taste of that anaconda cum. Women want the Black Bull God Cock sauce so much they will lick it off the stage.
New Mexico will never be the same. And neither will white women everywhere. Be prepared white boys, the Black New World Order is real and taking off with a bang. And you already lost your woman to the Black Bull God.
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He told me I had the ass for hot ass sex. I met Jason at the club. However, we met months ago at a party. Not a sex party or anything wild like that. But a friend’s Christmas party. Jason’s best friend is married to my best friend. So, it sort of felt like our friends wanted us to date. Nice guy. Good job. Perhaps, I should have considered it. However, he wanted to just hook up. Most guys want to fuck a sexy stripper. But not all men want to date one.
He put me in the booty call zone, so I ghosted him. I wanted more than a casual sex relationship. Even dirty strippers and phone sex whores want some romance. Something real. But when Jason showed up at the club, I felt forced to entertain him. His money spends too. Even though I knew he would try to hook up with me, I went into the VIP room with him anyway.
He likes a submissive sex slave, so he got one. Well, sort of, LOL. I crawled around on the floor, shaking my booty and begging for him to stroke his cock for me. But what came next shocked me. For all his bravado, I expected an above average cock. I truly thought he would be somewhere between 6-8 inches. Tall man too with big feet and big hands. But he got shortchanged in the dick department.
If a man possesses a lot of other good traits, and his dick falls a tad short, I will let him pump his cock in my asshole, which is a tighter hole than my pussy. However, Jason did not just fall short an inch or two. His cock was only an inch or two. It resembled a turtle hiding in its shell. Suddenly, I felt grateful that he did not want to get serious about a stripper. I can not get serious about a man who is all potatoes and no meat, LOL.
Luckily, I blamed the no fucking rule on the club protecting my standards. But I did let him cum on my back. Felt like one squirt and he finished for the day. Such a pathetic dick, I thought to myself as I drained his wallet. He can afford it. Not like I took his rent money. But a sexy gfe phone sex babe needs to pay her rent too. And preserve her dignity. Perhaps, I need to be mad at my BFF and her husband, but my guess they have no clue their rich friend Jason has an inchworm for a dick.
Fantasy phone sex with my James only gets better. He spent his military leave with me, and we crammed a lot of special moments into a short time together. And the week went by way too fast. When we woke up together in bed, he told me it was his last full day of leave. And I wanted to cry. Seemed like just the other day we met at the strip club. Even though it has only been a week, I cannot help but fall for this incredibly sweet, handsome and kind military man.
I knew I had to make our last day count. We have been inseparable since we met. And I not only wanted to make this last day special, but I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. So, I planned a day outdoors showing him my beautiful city. Although he is in the military now, James almost became an architect. So, I knew he had a love for the rich and different architecture of my city. Our last day together needed to be the stuff that romantic phone sex dreams are made of.
I took him to the incline first. We rode a historic cable car up to the highest point in the city so we could overlook the rivers and see my beautiful city for miles. Although I never even finished high school, I read up on some of the history of the city to share with my James. He has a quest for knowledge and the simpler things in life that I find so sexy. We held hands, shared a kiss and took in the beauty of my city.
After that romantic start, I wanted to share with him some of my favorite places in town. So, we went to the South Side which is sort of a bohemian part of town with an eclectic array of stores, bars and restaurants. Not enough time to do it all, but what mattered to me the most was just being with James. We went into a few vintage stores where we both got flooded with fond memories from our youth. James sees me as a person, not just a hot bimbo stripper or a gfe phone sex babe. So, I wanted to show him part of me.
We had ice cream at my favorite ice cream stand, and shared memories and tidbits about each other. We walked around my city holding hands like we were the only ones there. I took him to my favorite bar which has vintage video games to play for free. I played Ms. Pac Man while he enjoyed Galaga. We sipped on adult 80s themed beverages and just let go. My heart races just being near James. But I wanted time to stand still. I was not ready to let him go yet.
For dinner, we went to my favorite Italian restaurant that has been around since the 40s. Family owned, with a rich vibrant history. Celebrities and mobsters alike have eaten here. Our conversation flowed easily as we shared a romantic meal and listened to Rat Pack music. I held his hand like I never wanted to let it go. But I did not want to let it go. After dinner we drove around time looking at old buildings, wanting to enjoy every bit of time together before he headed back home to the base.
How did a week go by so quickly? What am I supposed to do in his absence? When we went to bed, I held him tight and prayed he would be able to stay another week with me. We made plans for the future, but I will admit, I will be counting down the days to our next date.
Everyone chants Black Bull God on black cock phone sex with Big Daddy King. As usual, my King is a busy man, jet setting around the world for business and for pleasure. Recently, we paused the Anaconda World Domination tour so Big Daddy King could visit his alma matter. The school built a new athletic building and named it after The Black Bull God himself, Big Daddy King. And no building in the King’s honor would be complete without a bronze statute of the Black Bull God right in front.
So, I packed a bag and traveled with my King to the dedication ceremony at his alma mater. Wow, the campus went all out for him too. He is a God to everyone, really. Not only does my beloved King have a few campus buildings named after him, but now he also has a cool decked out penthouse above one of the buildings that overlooks the football field. And it is equipped with a roof top deck for partying, viewing games and fucking. Mostly fucking with the Black Bull God!
A group of hot and young sorority girls greeted The Living Legend and I when we arrived on campus. New Cult of Anaconda members eager for hot ass sex with the King. Prior to our arrival on campus, three members of the sorority got their BDK and BNWO tats in hopes of joining the most exclusive sugar baby posse in the world. Each girl’s tramp stamp said, “Black Bull God Worshiper.” And each girl’s ass cheek sported a Queen of Spades tat and a Black New World Order one. They also sported BDK bling and big bimbo tits. These sorority babes seemed eager to please.
Kelsey, Jessica and Lauren appeared to be eager to meet The Black Bull God and the Anaconda. As the young hot babes showed us around campus, we stopped and posed with Big Daddy King’s bronzed likeness. As hot as he looks in his statutes, nothing compares to seeing the Big Daddy King in the flesh. Not only is he The Black Bull God, but he is also simply a God. No man can compete where they don’t compare and no one compares with the anaconda. I took photos of the eager new recruits kneeling at BDK’s statutes and in front of him.
I could see the sorority babes checking out Big Daddy King and basking in his glory. Everywhere we go on the Anaconda World Domination tour I see this kind of adoration. And I know that everywhere we go, BDK will break hearts and ruin white girl pussy for the rest of the male population. I helped the sorority babes get ready for the banquet and dedication ceremony. All four of us wore black thongs that vibrated. And only Big Daddy King could control the vibrating panties. He owns our pussies for life, so these panties seemed fitting.
These girls had not yet seen The Black Bull Cock. And I know that anything they could image would not compare to seeing the anaconda in the flesh. No one ever believes the anaconda is as big and thick as it is. No one. Not even these sorority babes believed the hype about the anaconda. But it’s not hype. It is reality.
The anaconda really appears larger than life. And those girls got to feel the anaconda pulsating under Versace pants at the banquet table. Kelsey thought perhaps some of the images of The Black Bull Cock she looked at online had the help of CGI, so when she felt the anaconda twitch under the table, I caught her look of disbelief on film. Feeling is believing. Now she knew no hype and all real.
The ceremony concluded with a ribbon cutting dedication. And I captured it all on film. On our way to The Black Bull God’s swank new penthouse, we stopped by one of his campus statutes and knelt to our knees and recited the Pledge of Allegiance to the Black New World Order, for which Big Daddy King, as the Supreme Being is the rightful leader. Big Daddy King whipped out the Anaconda and dick slapped us all.
Back at his penthouse we knew how to christen the place. We stripped down to our vibrating black thongs and drank top shelf liquor on the balcony, taking in the beautiful surroundings. But honestly the only thing on our minds was the Black Bull God Cock. I wanted the sorority girls to go first. So, I undid The King’s Gucci belt, and pulled down his Versace pants. Standing before us in white compression shorts that said Black Bull God in diamonds, Kelsey, Lauren and Jessica basked in the glory that is The Black Bull God Cock.
I pulled out the anaconda like I was presenting the world with the largest uncut diamond in the world. Women all over the world covet the anaconda like a precious gemstone. We took turns sucking on the Supreme Being’s gift to womankind, the anaconda. And with a mouthful, we recited the Pledge of Allegiance again. These young coeds almost fainted just from seeing and touching the Black Bull God Cock.
Hands across the Anaconda ensued. Three sorority babes, and one sugar baby OG could not cover all The Black Bull God Cock with our 4 sets of hands. But we sure did try. We lined up along the railing overlooking the Friday Night Lights and begged for Big Daddy King to deep stroke us. Nothing compares to the feeling of the anaconda deep stroking your white wet bald pussy. Nothing. We convulsed and we shook, and we came hard on the Black Bull God Cock screaming, “Big Daddy King Owns Me for life.”
However, the billionaire nut, Big Daddy King saved for our pretty faces. The sorority babes got anointed with The Black Bull God seed. And that makes them official sugar babies and the newest members of the Cult of Anaconda. What a wonderful day spent with The Black Bull God. Every date with Big Daddy King only gets better.
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