I cater to any phone sex fetish. Honestly, I find it fun to explore kinks and fetishes. One of the biggest fetishes I cater to nowadays is cream pies. I did not realize how many men out there enjoy eating a pussy after somebody else fucked that pussy. It’s becoming a huge fetish for men.
At the club this week, a man paid me a lot of money to fuck somebody else. Essentially, I think this man wanted the cuckold experience. Not a problem. I cuckold men all the time on my phone line. But he wanted more than just to watch the bouncer with a 9 1/2-inch cock fuck me. He wanted to eat my pussy after he came inside of me.
This loser paid me to fuck a real man so he could clean me up afterwards. Meaning he paid me that kind of money not to fuck him. This guy possesses what I call giraffe money. And by that, I mean Michael Jackson had so much money he bought a giraffe. This loser who comes into the club periodically sports a pretty small dick. Perhaps at best he measures 3 inches. But he has giraffe money so he can pay women not to fuck him.
If he wanted creampie phone sex I planned on giving it to him. So, I called the bouncer in, and we laughed at this loser together. I fuck the bouncer all the time. We all do. I’m sure he sees that as a perk of working in a strip club. But not often does he fuck us in the VIP room while some millionaire loser watches rubbing his little clitty.
Of course, the bouncer happens to be black. So, the little millionaire loser knew his cock would appear much bigger than his own. My Chihuahua has a bigger dick than this millionaire loser. So likely we could’ve thrown a stone and hit anyone in the club with a bigger dick than him.
But I enjoyed that big black cock deep in my pussy. I rode his ample cock reverse cowgirl, so I could laugh at this loser and tell him that my lover could cum more in one orgasm than he could in an entire year of jacking off. Little dicks can barely fill a thimble, but big dicks can fill a pussy.
Once the bouncer came in my wet bald pussy, I summoned a little loser over to get his creamy treat. And he gobbled up another man’s spunk like it tasted like the most expensive champagne on the earth.
Of course, I continue to hurl small dick insults at him. Such easy money. People ask me all the time why I’m 40 years old and still working in a strip club. For this reason, right here. Easy fucking money. So many simps out there will pay sexy babes top dollar to explore all sorts of kinks and fetishes. What kinks and fetishes do you have?
February is not only Black History Month, but it’s also black cock phone sex month. And The Black Bull God is black history. So, my beloved King spent a month traveling throughout the US educating white losers about what their wives really want and need.
Cuckold sessions seem necessary. Too many husbands and too many men think they got what a woman wants. This lucky girl accompanied The Black Bull God to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. We went to this new nightclub that appeared packed. But Big Daddy King is a VIP wherever he goes and of course we secured the entire top suite overlooking the dance floor for our cuckold shenanigans.
I spotted four beautiful ladies who clearly came to New Orleans from Atlanta once they heard The Black Bull God would be there. They got our attention with their T-shirts. One had on a shirt that said, “Blonde Body for Black Daddy.” A second woman sported a T-shirt that stated, Black Owned Forever.”
I also spotted a “Queen of Spades,” T-shirt on the third girl. But the fourth woman, her shirt spoke to me. “Black Bull God Forever, White Boys Never.” I pointed these eager ladies out to my King. And sure enough, their attempts to get seen worked. I went down and escorted them up to the VIP room with us.
Two of the girls told us they were single while the other two came with their husbands. Perfect. Part of The Black Bull God’s educational tour involves showing white losers what their wives really want. Cuckolding phone sex sessions help white men adjust to a world where the black man is on top. On top of their wives, LOL.
One of the women we brought up, Destiny, created a shrine to The Black Bull God in her home. She’s a hot 25-year-old southern blonde with a big ass and big tits. All these women looked gorgeous. And they already sported their tramp stamps that say, “Property of The Black Bull God.”
Once introductions concluded, we waved to the two husbands waiting below for their wives. They look so dejected too. But I believe that’s because they know they cannot compete where they don’t compare. One of the girls married a very rich pay piggy. She married for money. And I think the other guy seemed comfortable financially too. But neither of those men could fuck their woman like The Black Bull God can. Then no one can.
All four women, five including me, fell to our knees to undo The King’s Gucci belt. We gave rainbow kisses to the Anaconda through its white cock sleeve. Feeling The Black Bull God Cock twitch made us all smile. Destiny got on Instagram and bragged about the anaconda. We compared our forearms to The Black Bull God Cock.
Big Daddy King offered us 10 grand if any of our forearms measured bigger than The Black Bull God Cock. Of course, we didn’t take that bet because we knew we would lose. We worshiped The Black Bull God Cock in a feeding frenzy. One of the married women began shaking her ass at Big Daddy King. She leaned over the railing of the deck of the VIP room. I knew what she wanted to do. She wanted her loser pay piggy husband down below to watch a real man with a real cock fuck her.
She started screaming, “Fuck me Black Bull God.” And her wish he granted. But she made fun of her husband ‘s tiny dick in front of the entire club. While at the same time getting stuffed full of more cock than she’s ever experienced in her life. Big Daddy King bottomed her out and spanked her jiggly ass while fucking her better than she’s ever been fucked before. Destiny went second. And The Black Bull God turned her into a fuck puppet. She started begging for in interracial phone sex breeding.
Eventually, we all enjoyed The Black Bull God Cock. As it turns out Destiny streamed at all. So, we fucked the most magnificent cock in the world, not only in front of club patrons, but in front of the entire world. We gave so many people a lesson in black cock history. What a wonderful time I enjoyed with my beloved King down in New Orleans. Our elite sugar baby posse keeps getting bigger. But it takes a village of women to take care of The Black Bull God Cock properly. Better watch out loser men. The Black Bull God is coming for your wife next.
GFE Phone sex quickly became my favorite kind. I think that’s because as a GFE provider I get to take care of men. And although I consider myself a sexy switch, I do like serving men. Not necessarily as a bitch to abuse, but as a girlfriend to appreciate.
Mike comes into the club regularly. His normal girl is out sick with the flu. He asked me for recommendations for the VIP room. I gave him a few. He checked the strippers out with lap dances at his table. Then he asked me to give him a lap dance. I did it and he decided he wanted me in the VIP room. He told me my moves seemed so much better. I’ve also been dancing for a lot longer than some of these girls have been alive.
Although I teach all my new strippers some standard moves, new girls still hesitate. They never let themselves truly let loose until they do this a bit longer. So, I think he sensed that. His regular girl started at the club about five years ago. She does not possess the new girl jitters and neither do I. I’m a seasoned stripper and phone sex whore.
So, we went into the VIP room. But I didn’t know what to expect. I never pry the girls for information on what they do in the VIP room. I only answer questions if they ask and help them deal with difficult patrons. Mike seemed simple. He wanted the GFE provider experience. I know that meant he wanted some head. And he wanted somebody to listen to him as he bitched about his wife.
To me, it doesn’t matter if he’s married. And it doesn’t even matter if he lied about what a bitch his wife became after birthing their twin sons. He still deserves someone to listen to him and someone to drain his balls. So, in that moment, I embodied both the girlfriend and the kinky whore. I listened to him as I swallowed his cock down my throat. Determined to give him the biggest cum shot. And I did. It felt like he blew a hole in the back of my head. He filled my mouth with so much cum that it came out of my nose too.
That poor man seemed incredibly backed up. He took out a wad of cash from his wallet and tossed it at me. He told me to take all his money because I was worth every penny. That made me very happy. Hopefully I didn’t just steal a good regular from one of my best strippers. But I could tell why she loves him so much. A great tipper with a great cock and just basic cock sucking with a side of the girlfriend experience. He is the kind of man we all love.
Men who enjoy titty fucking phone sex need a busty gal. Same in the club. We hire strippers of all tit sizes. Some guys like those itty-bitty titties on a tiny teen girl. It aids their perverted fantasies. But I am built like a woman, not a teen girl. A juicy ass, big tits and womanly curves, attract men who prefer their women more seasoned.
I never get jealous when guys prefer the flat chested, thin, lean bodies of our young teen strippers. But last night the club seemed packed with men into super big tits. Because I spent almost the entire night in the VIP lounge catering to men who want big titties. Because of my large boob size, my tits swallow up tiny dicks. So, if a man wants me to suck his cock while titty fucking me, he needs a sizable member for that.
But session after session in the VIP room for big tit fucking seemed rather disappointing for me. My boobs swallowed up every cock until the last VIP session. Finally, a cock big enough to snake through my big tits and reach my mouth. An Italian stallion. I think I measured him about 10 1/2 inches. Nice thick juicy cock. My tits and my mouth loved it.
He left his mark on my tits too. Came all over them. Paid me extra to watch me lick his cum off my boobs. Apparently, his fetish. But I clean up any mess. I clean up a mess on my tits and in my pussy, even in my ass. If you appear lucky enough to titty fuck me or fuck my pussy, ass or my mouth, I will swallow that cum. Perhaps you could call me a jizz junkie. I do love cum. Even men who I would never let fuck me, I sometimes eat their cum if they paid me to shoot a load on my tits.
But something strange happened in the VIP room last night. Right as I started to clean up the mess this guy left on my boobs, another guy busted into the VIP room and begged to eat the cum off my tits. As I got ready to push the button for the bouncer, the guy who paid for the VIP room said hold my beer. He wanted to watch this little loser lick his cum off my big boobs.
So, I got paid to eat cum off my boobs but never ate the cum off my boobs. Some tiny dick loser took that honor. Maybe this guy is a jizz junkie too. But perhaps just a cuckold loser who wanted to clean up a mess he knew he could never make. I didn’t care. I still got paid. A real man titty fucked me and left a huge mess on my big tits. That guy paid me to eat the cum off my boobs, but before I could do that a little loser crashed the party and did it for me.
This phone sex babe laughed all the way to the bank. And I’m still thinking of that little loser so desperate for the taste of cum that he busted in on a VIP session just to taste another man’s cum on a set of boobs he could never touch otherwise. I’m sure he’s not the only little beta bitch cum slut boy around. Who else wants to lick cum off my tits?
Romantic phone sex seems designed for my prince, James. I should’ve known that my handsome soldier would plan something special for me on Valentine’s Day. I figured I’d be alone on the most romantic day of the year. But my prince managed to sneak some time off from the Air Force Base to surprise his special girl.
I woke up to the smell of food. And I heard somebody in the kitchen. At first, I thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then for a moment, I thought somebody broke into my house. But why would a burglar be in my kitchen obviously cooking food.
Still in my pink nightgown, I ventured out and saw my beloved James cooking me a special breakfast for Valentine’s Day. My landlord let him in. I embraced him and asked him how I got so lucky. I love his hugs. He holds me so tightly that it feels like he will never let me go. And I like that feeling.
I put some Air Supply on and he smiled. As the music played, we sat down to eat, and he told me he couldn’t let his best girl spend Valentine’s Day alone. Sometimes I must pinch myself to know this is real. I never believed in love at first sight until that very day he walked into the strip club and our eyes locked. After breakfast, we danced to our favorite Air Supply song.
With my head on his shoulder and his arms around my waist, we melted into each other. Right before he kissed me passionately, he let this phone sex babe know that he loved her. And I love him. We make each other feel special and safe. The stripper and the officer, I joked. We paved our own unique love story.
As we danced, I could feel his heart beating against mine. He pulled away gently and told reached into his pocket. And he pulled out a small box with a red ribbon on it. I could feel my heart swelling with more love. The only present I need is you, James, I remember telling him.
I opened the box and saw the most beautiful pair of diamond stud earrings I’ve ever seen. A small token of his love. So elegant and beautiful. And when he told me that I deserved the world, our lips locked again in a passionate kiss. I love kissing James. I tingle at his touch and my heart flutters.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom as Every Woman in the World played on my stereo. Slowly, I gave him a private strip tease. I love being his private dancer. I could feel his eyes on my sexy breasts, and I started to watch intently as he took his clothes off. Before long, we were naked on my bed, kissing passionately again. My fingers began to roam his body, as I felt him gently pinching my nipples and kissing my neck.
My hand reached down to stroke his soldier. But he became hungry for my love garden. I could see the fire in his eyes. And the love. So, I laid back on my bed, spread my legs and gently pushed his head between my legs. He began kissing my thighs. And barely touching my love garden with his nose. But I still trembled. Feeling his warm breath on the opening of my loved tunnel always excites me.
As he kissed up and down my love garden, I moaned and felt myself drenching his face. He hovered over my rosebud with his mouth and began to lick back-and-forth, turning my legs to jelly. As he flicked his tongue slowly and softly back-and-forth, my honey nectar drenched his face.
My hips started grinding gently on his face, and I started moaning louder. I felt like my thighs held his head like a vice grip. I ran my fingers though his hair as I quivered from his touch. With each flick of his tongue, he would go a little bit deeper into my womanhood. Now, he wore my legs like earmuffs. I got lost in the sensation of his tongue on my pussy. But I started to yearn for his soldier in my mouth.
Before that could happen, I enjoyed an intense orgasm on his face. His tongue unlocked my floodgates. My nipples felt so hard I thought they could cut glass. My back arched as I began to sweat and tremble preparing to cum on James‘s face. And as my juice cascaded over his face, he lapped it up. My entire body felt it. And I could not stop quivering. His mouth brought me closer to heaven in that moment.
Perhaps, I drowned my prince in my honey nectar. I saw his face peek up from between my legs, and he glistened like a glazed doughnut. I felt greedy wanting to feel his cock in my mouth. He twirled his tongue around my clit one more time sending electric shocks throughout my body. Then he spun my body around so that his soldier dangled above my face.
The entire bedroom smelled like me. My pussy felt swollen and my legs could not stop shaking. I felt him spreading my lips with his fingers continuing to lick up and down as I kissed the head of his soldier. And I slowly guided him into my mouth until those Air Force balls felt flushed against my chin. We both began to moan in pleasure. I love slurping on his missile. I took him deep into my throat as he gently lapped up the juices flowing still from my very sensitive garden. We could both feel the passion.
I truly enjoy taking his love rocket down my throat and feeling him grow harder in my mouth. But I wanted him inside of me. He pulled his cock away from my mouth, turned his body around and slowly entered my love garden with his guided missile. My love muscles grabbed his cock and pulled him inside me. My juices enabled his soldier to glide into my garden easily. As I kissed him, I could taste my own love on his face. He started pumping faster and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as we kissed again, deeply and passionately.
Then he flipped me over doggy style so he could admire my nice ass. I twerked my round butt a few times begging for his cock deep inside of me. He pumped his soldier inside of my love tunnel. Real love pumped in and out of my pussy balls deep. I could feel him swelling inside my garden.
My juices cascaded down his shaft just like they did his face. Like a man on a mission my prince pumped in and out of my pussy, wanting to make me cum again. We made a huge wet spot on my bed too, but neither of us minded being drenched in the essence of the other. He held onto my body tightly as his love rocket thrust in and out of me.
Talk about a wet bald pussy. I’m not sure anything ever made me feel so wet. He flipped me over on my back so that I could see his love rocket going in and out of me. We both felt prepared to orgasm intensely. His soldier glistened from my juices. The veins popped out on his big purple head. He stroked it a few times and I stuck out my tongue to catch some love.
As I came on his soldier, I begged my prince to cum too. And as his seed flew out of his cock, I eagerly waited to taste his love sauce. His hot and sticky love felt so amazing on my body. I licked it from my fingers and rubbed it into my flesh. He collapsed on top of me and our bodies became one again.
I wrapped my legs and my arms around him holding him so tightly. Neither of us felt like we could talk in that moment. Literally took the wind out of our sails. We felt dehydrated from such intense orgasms, but we managed to say, “I love you,” before collapsing out of exhaustion into each other’s arms.
We laid in the wetness of our love as 80s love songs continue to play in the background. The entire day was ours. He told me he managed to get the entire weekend off so that we could spend it in bed watching romance movies, making love and basking in each other ‘s love. Every day I ask myself how I got so lucky. Dreams to come true
I love dominatrix phone sex calls. As a sexy switch, I tell guys the size of their dick depends on what they get. Although I do enjoy hair pulling, name calling, ass slapping, and things like that, I would never let a man with a tiny dick to any of that. And I would never let a man with a tiny dick fuck me either. Girls need standards.
I did something last night at the club that I hate to do. I got a tiny dick loser banned from the club. It goes against my desire to make money to ban guys from the club. If they get banned, they don’t spend money on pretty ladies anymore. But not only did this guy act like he had a big cock, but he also pretended he had money. In my circles, we call that a Splenda daddy. And for those of you who don’t get that reference, it’s a knock off sugar daddy. A pretend sugar daddy. GFE phone sex babes can spot a knock off a mile away.
This man booked the VIP room using three different cards so that gave it away, that he was broke ass loser. Now, he booked the VIP room with one of my newer girls. A young hot coed, dancing herself through college. We’ve experienced trouble with this man in the club before. But one way or another we managed to milk him dry. But this girl pushed the panic button, so I went into the room with our big black bouncer to rescue her.
And I found him on top of my coed trying to force her to suck his little dick. Now I’m not saying that oral sex and fucking never occurs in the VIP room because it always occurs for the right price and the right cock. But this guy felt that because he paid for the VIP room that guaranteed him a blow job. Not all women at the club will accept money in exchange for sexual favors. We train young girls to say no to such offers because they don’t know how to spot an undercover cop yet.
This loser’s cock looked smaller than my pinky. I pulled him off her and I kicked him in the balls. My bouncer could’ve done it, but I wanted to put this loser in his place myself. He needed a woman to take him down because clearly, he thinks he owns all women. And I told him that with his tiny wallet and cock he lacks the means to own any woman. Plus, I further explained that any woman in this club appeared well out of his league.
Not only did I emasculate this loser, but I also gave him a healthy dose of CBT phone sex. Trampled his cock, kicked him in the balls and I even bitch slapped him a few times. And my big black bouncer just watched and laughed. I did let the bouncer drag him out of the club and toss him in the dumpster outback where he belongs. And we let him know he got himself banned from the club forever.
We deal with tiny dick losers every day in the club. But most of them know that they sport tiny dicks and mind their manners. They just want a chance to look at the lovely ladies out of their league and give them some money. But there’s nothing worse than a tiny dick loser who doesn’t realize he’s a tiny dick loser.
Unfortunately, in the past, I did experience toilet slave phone sex as the toilet slave. However, now I get to experience it from a much different perspective. As a switch, I now dominate men too. And I do my best to avoid anyone who wants to piss on me. But over the weekend I went to the club. The club remained closed for eight days because of the weather.
The club needed help. And I knew I could help. Surprise, the club looked packed. Eight days is a long time to go without looking at pussy for some of these guys. We do get quite a few lonely hearts at the club. Some men, I feel badly for milking. But most guys know what happens in the club is not reality. We stroke egos so we can drain wallets. It’s an exchange.
However, we all get our lovelorn stalkers. But mostly we experience men who know the women in the club work for tips. And on Saturday night I met a new guy. Cliff. An out-of-town businessman. He looked so sophisticated and married. I could see the ring on his finger. He approached me with an offer. This man did not want me to blow him, give him a hand job or even fuck him in the VIP room. But he did want this GFE Phone sex babe to piss on him.
Dammit. Not that I mind pissing on a toilet slave for money. I just didn’t see this coming. A sexy older man did not want to fuck me. He wanted humiliation. But once he pulled his pants down in the VIP room, I understood why. This man stood over 6 feet tall, but his cock appeared closer to 3 inches. How sad for him. How sad for women.
But I got the sense that this man understood he didn’t measure up. No stripper would want to fuck him for any amount of money. Mostly true. I know I wouldn’t. First, I pissed on his cock and balls, slapping his tiny dick and laughing. This poor man appeared to be all potatoes with no meat. He offered me a few extra thousand dollars to piss right on his face. So, I did it. I squatted my superior pussy and ass right over this loser’s face and forced him to drink my pee.
Then I used his face as human toilet paper. I made him lick me up and down to ensure he got every drop. This man bought the VIP room for two hours. And I chugged lemonade out of one of those power water jugs so I could supply him with an endless amount of urine. Usually, I send guys home from the VIP room smelling like my pussy. I turn them into glazed doughnuts, not a toilet. But money talks.
This phone sex babe won’t do anything for money. But that’s because I do possess some standards. However, I’m not too proud to ignore an offer to turn a man into my toilet slave. I find it fun and often profitable. Do you want to be my potty slave?
Let’s enjoy an adult beverage and talk about your phone sex fetish. So, I read an article recently that said some researcher in the field of human sexuality compiled a list of over 550 types of sexual fetishes. They call them paraphilias which simply means non-normal sexual interests. But who decides what’s normal, right? I think any sexual fetish feels normal if it’s our sexual fetish. And what’s the harm. Why do people feel the need to kink shame.
I don’t kink shame. Perhaps we all have them. But the other night, a friend and I looked over this fast list of different sexual fetishes. Now some of them makes we knew about like foot fetishes, attraction to transgender folks, BDSM, smoking and voyeurism. Things like that. But we found some we never even heard of. Did you know that there’s a sexual fetish for clowns. Like people want to fuck clowns or fuck while dressed as a clown. I think Poltergeist and It ruined me for the fetish decades ago, LOL
And there’s also a fetish for armpits. Like men want to fuck and cum in an armpit. I’m not judging. But I am curious if there’s anybody out there who reads my blogs who wants to fuck my armpit or fuck me dressed as a clown.
My girlfriend and I drank a couple bottles of wine and started reading over all the sexual fetishes. Some of them freaked us out a little bit, but that’s just because a fetish towards insects would likely result in a heart attack for me. We read a story about a guy who could only fuck his girlfriend when he covered her in bugs. Not only would I piss myself, but I’d likely experience a heart attack if even one insect crawled across my stomach.
You think you’re wild and kinky until you read stories about unique fetishes. My girlfriend strips like I do, but she doesn’t do phone sex. And I’ve talked to guys with all sorts of different fetishes and I’ve experienced some in the VIP room at the club too. So, we swapped stories.
I told her about this one guy that would come into the VIP room, and he wanted me to masturbate him with balloons. Yes, you read that correctly. Balloons. He liked to rub his cock on them and while he did that, I would pop the balloons, but he wouldn’t know when. And almost every time I popped the balloon he spontaneously came.
My fellow stripper bestie told me about this guy that used to pay her so he could fuck her in his bathtub full of Jell-O. We Jell-O wrestled before at the club. Back before Covid, once in a blue moon the club would host a Jell-O wrestling night. I just thought maybe because it seemed less messy than mud wrestling. But it is a popular fetish. Jelly fetishism. Which means a person derives sexual gratification from gelatinous substances like jelly or slime on their bodies.
Personally, I wrote down a few fetishes that sounded a little interesting to me. I’m down to explore new things. Plus, I enjoy exploring fetishes with my callers. Fetish phone sex calls help us explore in a safe environment new and intriguing things. So, who wants to explore some new things with me?
I enjoy phone sex threesomes. But I don’t get them often. I understand the cost of two sexy girls can be prohibitive to some people. However, when I get to enjoy the company of Marley and my beloved prince James, the threesome feels not only magical, but romantic too. One of the many great things about this business is how we can travel back in time and be anybody we want. Our mind serves as our biggest erogenous zone.
In our hot fantasy, we went back to the 80s again. One week after James took Marley to his cadet ball and we enjoyed a hot threesome afterwards. This time James planned a romantic date for the three of us. A picnic in a secluded area of a beautiful park on a beautiful sunny day. What else could a girl want? Marley wore a pretty little sundress and I did too. But I wore panties and Marley decided not to so James would have easy access to her sweet pussy.
Being such a wonderful prince meant that James thought of everything. He brought strawberries and wine, lots of cheese and crackers for a wonderful picnic. We toasted with some wine and strawberries. What a romantic phone sex date. Of course, James puts the romance into anything. Just when I thought men did not know how to woo a woman anymore, I met James. And he can out woo any man.
Marley and I fed each other strawberries that we dipped inside of each other ‘s warm, wet pussies. Then we fed them to each other and James so he could taste our sweet honey nectar. I know we were outside at a public park, but we felt secluded enough that we could enjoy some naked fun. Marley and I stripped and took our time admiring each other ‘s bodies. I sucked on one of Marley ‘s boobs and she sucked on mine as we fingered our pussies. We glanced over and Jame’s soldier appeared at attention watching Marley and I make out like horny teen girls.
James came over and started rubbing Marley ‘s love garden. And then he took the other boob so that we could suck on Marley ‘s boobs together. She started to grab mine and caress it, kissing my nipple while I unleashed James ‘s soldier in his jeans. Marley and I fell to our knees to worship the soldier that appeared at attention for us both. We kissed with his cock in between our lips.
As Marley deep throated James’s ample cock, I sucked on his swollen balls. Marley showed off her deep throating skills by taking his soldier balls deep. And her and I continued to worship his magnificent cock in unison. He has plenty to share. Marley took a seat on James ‘s face so he could eat her bald pussy. And I sucked on his cock.
I could feel his shaft growing stiffer in my mouth as Marley grinded her pussy on his face. Nobody worships a love garden like James. And I loved hearing the sounds of Marley screaming on his face repeatedly. I knew she would turn his face into a glazed doughnut. But I couldn’t take it anymore. My pussy dripped as I watched James hold on to Marley’s thighs as she sat on his face cumming. It appeared he wanted to drown in her juices.
And his soldier dripped pre-cum making it glisten just like his face. So, I hopped onto his cock. My nipples looked so hard they could cut glass. I rode his cock till I came on his shaft. But then I knew Marley needed to take a ride on the cock we share. With his cock dripping of my honey juice, I guided it into Marley’s pussy for her turn. Neither of us gets jealous. We love sharing James together. Besties and college roommates share everything. Including my prince’s beautiful cock.
While James pushed his cock deep into Marley’s pussy, I got on top of his face. My turn. Best ride in town. Of course, James made me lose control of my pussy and I started squirting all over his face. James’s magic tongue and his very skilled fingers gave me a hot squirting pussy. As I came on James ‘s face, Marley came on his cock. The two of us kissed while riding our favorite soldier.
We continued to share James ‘s cock while we enjoyed each other and a hot call. By the time, Marley and I finished cumming our legs felt like Jell-O. And we felt all tingly everywhere. Although I did not get jealous when James shot his load inside of Marley ‘s pussy, I did get greedy. So, I buried my tongue into her young pussy, licking it clean so we could snowball his cum together before we finished our picnic. What a wonderful threesome. The best threesome if you ask me. Marley, plus me, and plus James equals hot fucking and lots of romance.
I am a bisexual phone sex babe. And I know how to pass the time in a snowstorm. You know the weather is bad when a strip club decides to close for an entire week. The amount of snow and ice we accumulated on top of the freezing temperatures put my state in a panic.
One of the new strippers that I took under my wing recently lost power. Normally, I’m the one who loses power but thankfully, I’m still operating. And with gas heat even if I lose power, I can still take a hot shower. But anyway, I did not want Katie to be in an apartment with her dog when the weather app told me the temperature today would be-3°.
I called a friend of mine with an SUV and all-wheel drive to pick her up and bring her to me. And he did it no questions asked. He works at the strip club too in the kitchen. A very nice guy. So, I treat him nicely and I don’t take advantage of him. We just trade favors. At Christmas time I let a few of his relatives stay at my place at no charge because I have plenty of room. I have a three-bedroom row house and I’m only using one bedroom. He felt happy to do me a favor.
Katie and her dog arrived Friday night and it does not look like she will go home anytime soon. But this phone sex babe felt grateful for the company. The Internet went out, which meant no streaming. My original plan for the weekend snowed in involved a marathon to catch up on Stranger Things and talking dirty with me also snowed in. But instead, I worked on my pussy eating skills. I will never let a young girl suffer in the cold. Not when my pussy can warm her up.
Katie and I enjoyed a wonderful weekend together. We listened to music, watched movies on our phones, drank a lot of wine, took a few bubble baths and smoked a lot of weed. But mostly we fucked. I think we used every single one of my sex toys and I own many. Her young bald pussy tasted so good to me too. She made my face glisten better than a glazed doughnut. A very juicy and tasty pussy.
And of course, she wanted to show her gratitude towards me, so she buried her face between my legs for most of the weekend. Honestly, I lost count of how many times I came. Our fun seems far from over though. She still does not have power and it’s still snowing.
With temperatures continuing to drop, nobody wants to be alone doing a snowstorm. Especially when you lose Internet and you can’t even watch TV. Sure, I could be reading some good books right now. But if I have a young girl in the house with a yummy pussy, would you want to read. How are you all surviving these winter storms?
