What is your phone sex fetish? I am not going to say I know or understand them all, but I am sort of a fetish queen. I have been in the adult industry for ions, so I have learned a lot about the kinks and perversions of men. I meet guys in the club into all sorts of things. One guy pays me weekly for a giantess fantasy in the VIP room. He is short for a dude. I think he is about 5’4. I am 5’8 and in heels, I can easily tower over shrimps. Many guys into the giantess fantasy want me to shrink them. I do things like put them in my purse and travel around with them or trample them with my feet. Maybe I even tuck them in my panties and let them run the risk of getting swallowed up by my pussy. This guy does not want to be shrunk. Plus, shrinking is for fantasy only. He wants me to wrestle him and crush him with my strength. We wrestle on the stage. I am a gfe phone sex slut, so it makes me feel good to make my clients feel good. In booty shorts and a half top I got my client in a scissor hold with my strong thighs. I have anaconda strength as my thighs crush the life out of him weekly. He is my prey. I flip him around with my thighs. I even sit on his face to smother him with my hot ass and pussy. I squeeze my thighs against the side of his head so tight, I could crush his skull. One of these days I just might. I have strong thighs that can devour and crush losers. He emerges from the VIP room battered and bruised. I emerge a few grand richer. It pays to be an Amazon goddess.
I get a wet bald pussy from rainbow parties. I have attended them since I was a schoolgirl. It is mostly a younger girl thing, but guys ask for them at the club in the VIP room too. Girls wear different shades of lipstick and blow men giving them a rainbow cock. Rainbow parties grew in popularity during the pandemic. Something fun and kinky to do at home, I guess. There was a bachelor party in the club last night. Ecstasy was passed around like candy. I was fucked-up on Molly. So were my other stripper friends. This was not the rainbow party of my schoolgirl days. These bachelors had the best drugs and big cocks. No schoolboy dicks around. We were doing body shots and Molly to feel great. Eight high-end strippers for 8 horny bachelors with big cocks and big wallets. The guys lined up along the VIP stage. We were all wearing a different shade of lipstick. I was the red, so I went first. It was an assembly line of cock sucking. I would wrap my lips around a guy’s cock, leave my mark and move to the next guy. Then the next stripper went with orange and so forth. You had to try not to make the guys cum until they had the rainbow on their dicks. The girls and I joked that it was the perfect end to Pride month seeing those rainbow cocks. The guys wanted to show us they were not gay, however. We knew that they were straight. Hard dicks from our rainbow lips. Most of them married with some little ones at home too. We were just teasing them, but they insisted on giving us each the biggest cum shot. There was so much cum we had to snowball it! I am a proud cock sucker. And a proud cock sucker never lets cum go to waste.
The rent was due, and I was short again. Usually, I can trade what I am short for some big tit photos. My landlord is a total sleaze. He is a dirty old man who loves tits and ass. He is not attractive at all. But beggars cannot be choosers, right? When I went to see him yesterday, I dressed in something sexy. Something that showed off my big tits and my full ass. I am what they call slim and stacked. Men love my body type. He saw me coming a mile away. He was not buying what I was selling though. Apparently, I needed to up my game. This past year with Covid was tough on some of the other women living in the complex. They did a lot more than just show him their tits. Some fucked him. Some even let him give them a hardcore ass fucking. The thought of him in my ass repulsed me. I mean he was fat, hairy and gross. Not to mention old with a small dick. I let him cum on my boobs sometimes while jacking off. Until yesterday, however, I had never touched his dick. I just tried to picture Brad Pitt or Idris Alba fucking me. I bent over his office desk and let him slide his Vienna sausage in my pussy. In my mind, I was fucking some hunky real man. Thankfully, the fat bastard did not last long. I moaned and panted like a wild animal in heat to make him think I loved every minute of it. Afterwards, he told me I did not have to fake excitement. He knew I was out of his league. He enjoyed me acting like I loved it though even though he saw through me. I got the entire rent comped. I need to hustle more, because I am not selling my soul to the devil again next month.
Mistress phone sex? It has a double meaning, especially for a sexy switch like me. I can be your owner and slave trainer, or I can be your sexy side piece. I like both roles. Married men love me, so I am used to being a side piece. I do all the things wives forgot how to do or never wanted to do in the first place. It is expensive to live the life I deserve, so I need a few sugar daddies. The club has been a good place to meet wealthy married men too. Last week a former pro basketball player came into the club. He requested me for the VIP room. I did not know him by sight, but I knew the name. I knew him more because of his soon to be ex-wife. He does not live in my town but was visiting because like many pro athletes he has businesses all over. While I was giving him a lap dance, he made me an offer that was hard to refuse. He wanted a hotel whore for a few days who could be discreet. I am the queen of discreet. He is in the middle of a high-profile divorce, and any affairs will be used against him when dividing assets. He lives in California, he is screwed enough, LOL. I holed up in his fancy hotel suite for a few days servicing his cock. While he was at meetings, I was getting hotel spa treatments and online shopping sprees. I was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. He paid me too since I could not work for a couple days. He did not need to pay me because his cock and his oral talents gave me a hot squirting pussy, which few men can do. We made each other feel good for days. My legs are still wobbly. Being a mistress is good business. I get to fuck hot men. I get spoiled by hot men. And no one tries to own me. I love being a side piece.
He wanted to know how to give me a hot squirting pussy. I told him a big dick. He looked like a lost puppy dog. He did not have a big dick. There was no way he could make me cum, let alone make me squirt. He rented the VIP room for us expecting me to fuck his tiny dick. He was rich, but he had a Tic Tac dick. That is like the smallest kind of dick. It is the kind of dick I do not wish on my worst enemy. I was pretty sure he would have fallen out of my pussy anyway. I mean the Ken doll I played with as a girl had a bigger package than Tyler. He laid a stack of thousands on the table and asked me if that would change my stance. I do like money, but I could not fake a squirting pussy with a dick THAT small. No woman could. I offered to refund the VIP room because I was not fucking him. He made me a different offer. An offer no other man has ever made me before. He wanted to pay me $5,000 to find a man with a big cock who could make me squirt and fuck him in front of him. Not only did he want to watch me fuck a big cock, but he also wanted small cock humiliation phone sex. This was a deal to sweet to pass up, so I went back out to the club area and got one of the bouncers. I have fucked him before, and he made me squirt. I rode his cock for twenty minutes, squirted on his dick and made easy money. I wish all men with small dicks would give up fucking a woman out of their league as easily as he did.
I get a wet bald pussy when I am in the presence of a real man. I am good at picking out winners. It is just that I am a loser magnet too. I was at club Wednesday when we got to take our masks off with our clothes. Full capacity strip club too. I had dollar signs in my eyes again. With all the horny men in the audience, I had plenty to pick from. I found this one guy who screamed rich sugar daddy material. He was in a Versace suit with a Rolex on his wrist. His shoes looked to be Italian leather. He was tossing $100 bills on the stage at me, so I had a good feeling. Most guys only toss dollar bills. You feel lucky if you get a ten or a twenty. I was hoping he would want the VIP room. He did, just not with me. He went with a much younger, barely legal stripper. I thought I had him from all the money he was tossing my way. I was determined to get my man, but while he was in the VIP room with Bambi, I had to entertain broke ass losers with lap dances. They were guys who could not afford the VIP room but wanted to monopolize my time and not tip me. Finally, I saw Daddy Warbucks come out of the VIP room. He did not look like he just got laid, so I had a chance. He did not leave; he went to the bar. I walked up in a cute bikini looking stacked and bought his drink. Sometimes, I do that to snag a guy. It worked. He got the VIP room with me, and I treated him like VIP. I worshiped his cock which was just average, sadly. I swallowed his cum. I even rimmed his ass because he was into that. Sadly, all did not go my way. He did not tip me in the VIP room. I get a take of the VIP room cost, but I always get tipped. I walked out disappointed and watched him leave with Bambi. I thought I could always get my man. I did just not the one I set my sites on that night. I guess I need to up my game. Would you pass me up for a younger model? I promise you I can do things with my body no young girl can do!
I love cum slut phone sex calls. I have been drinking jizz since I was a little girl thanks to daddy. I am still submissive, but now I am a size queen too. So, if you want me swallowing your cum, have a big dick and big balls to deliver. And if you do not, have a big wallet because money talks. Me and a couple of other sexy strippers were hired for a bachelor party. A rich boy getting hitched and he wanted to spurge on some dirty fun the night before his nuptials. Lucky, he has money, because his dick was just above average. Not really a cock I would go crazy over, but sometimes I make sacrifices for my wallet. My fellow strippers felt the same way. The groom was about 7 inches with a decent girth, but he was the smallest one by far in the room. His rich buddies had much bigger cocks. We were each paid $3,000 for three hours. That is pretty good money for a bachelor party. So, we sucked it up and acted like the groom had an amazing cock. The only thing amazing about him was his money. At least he had that, or we would not have given him the kind of attention he wanted. The party was fun, more fun that I expected. They tipped us nonstop, so we earned another couple grand each by making the men feel special. That is why I love being a stripper and a phone sex slut. I can make men feel special, especially when so many wives and girlfriends do not. I swallowed a lot of cum at the bachelor party. I made a side deal with one of the groomsmen too. He is married but wants a sexy GFE mistress on the side who can handle his 10-inch cock. Not the biggest cock I have had, but still bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends, LOL. If a man is hung and rich, I am whatever he wants me to be.
Strap-on phone sex is for losers with tiny dicks. Maybe that is you? As a sexy switch, there is nothing more annoying than a tiny dicked loser. If the loser is extra annoying or exceptionally whiny, I use no lube. I will not even spit on a puckered pink asshole of a loser who whines about not getting to fuck me. I fucked a tiny dicked loser in the club last night. I keep my strap-on in my stripper bag because you never know when you may have to punish an ass. I am a dominant bitch when it comes to men with small dicks and broke ass posers. I have the cock control for tiny dick losers and broke ass posers. I will even cage or trample a worthless pecker.
I have no problem humiliating or shaming paying clients or callers. The size of your cock and your wallet determines how we play. Why did I fuck this loser last night? Because he could not afford the VIP room. He did not tip on the one lap dance he paid for and he tried to assault me in the bathroom. He followed me into the stripper’s private bathroom after my last set. He whipped out something smaller than I saw on the Ken doll I had as a little girl and tried to force me to suck it. I should have just played along and bit it off. I bent him over the sink and handcuffed him. I pulled his pants around his ankles so he could not get away. I went in my locker and donned my strap-on. I came back to the sink and fucked his ass as punishment for trying to force fuck me with a baby dick. He got the hardcore ass fucking he wished he could give me. I owned his ass. I shamed him too because the bathroom has a security camera to protect us girls. I downloaded our 10 minutes of fun and uploaded it to his social media accounts. He will not be coming to the club again. Nor will he ever try to fuck a girl again with a shrimp dick. Consider this a warning losers.
When he got us the VIP room he asked if I was down for a hardcore ass fucking. I am always down for that if the man has a big cock. I may not need the dick to be as big for my ass as it is for my pussy, but I still want something I can feel. He had money because he paid cash for the VIP room. Although there is no sex permitted in the VIP room, we all do it if the price is right and the client is not scuzzy, LOL. Rick was an alpha male with the cock to back it up, so I took his money with a smile. I gave him a lap dance, cock teasing him with my ample ass. He sprung to life quickly. He laid a stack of $1,000 bills on the table, and I bent over with my ass in the air. I enjoy anal phone sex. He drilled his cock inside my hot ass as I tried to count the money in my head that was on the table. He rammed his cock inside me hard, thrusting so deep his balls bounced off my ass. He held on to my blonde ponytail like he was riding a horse. I moaned and bucked as he tried to tame my wild booty. He told me I was a good anal whore. I do enjoy ass sex, but I enjoy money equally as much. I had a happy client and an even happier wallet.
GFE phone sex calls are among my favorite calls. I am a sexy switch. I was raised submissive, but as I got older, I realized that my height, big boobs and blonde hair held a mystical power over men. Suddenly, I was in control because men wanted to worship ME! So, I have this general rule to decide who gets to dominate me and who does not. If you have an 8-inch cock or bigger, you are in the driver’s seat. If you are between 6 and 8 inches, it could go either way with me. But if you are smaller than 6-inches, you are not calling the shots. In fact, you are likely to get small cock humiliation phone sex because I am a size queen. You can thank one sugar daddy for making me the size queen I am today. Seriously, I am a statuesque beauty who deserves to be spoiled. No broke ass losers either.
There was a poser in the club last night. The strip club is back to full capacity with a no mask requirement, so I can shake my tits and ass for money again. This guy was spending big, but not with cash. He was using different credit cards and that is the sign of a poser. He got the VIP room. As far as being at the club, I do not care what you use to spend your money but if you want to date me, you best have real money not just credit you can max out. This dude was acting like a big spender but eventually he maxed out. He got rude and demanded I blow him. I knew he had to have a small dick. Posers often do. He pulled it out and I laughed. When he tried to force himself on me, I gave him some unexpected cbt phone sex. I trampled his cock and balls with my stiletto heels. I could have called security, but this was more fun. I think I busted a testicle. The twerp poser deserved it. I maxed him out, crushed his balls, broke his spirt and left him full of cum. He was a poser with a three-inch dick. He is lucky I did not castrate him.
