It started as a home invasion phone sex fantasy. Sometime, in the middle of the night, a masked stranger woke me up from my deep sleep. Since it had been a beautiful, warm night, I left the patio door open, giving this masked stranger easy entrance into my home. I felt a hand over my mouth that startled me awake. When I started screaming, he yelled at me to be a good slut and shut up and listen.
When I kept begging him to leave me alone, he put duct tape on my mouth. But I still uttered some muffled cries. He got on top of me, and I started to struggle. If I am anything, I am a fighter. In my head, I thought if I gave him enough of a fight, he would leave. But that did not happen. The masked stranger had rope, and he tied my hands behind my back. I feared this might be some one from my submissive phone sex past.
But I kept struggling, so he placed duct tape around my ankles too. Somehow, he rolled me off the bed, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of my house. He dumped me in the trunk of his car. And I thought I might die. The road felt bumpy. A few turns, and after about 15 minutes the car stopped. I heard footsteps coming towards the car, so I knew I had arrived wherever he took me. But would this be my final destination?
He carried me out of the trunk of his car into a cabin. Soon the rope around my wrists, and the duct tape on my ankles switched to leather restraints. Somehow, he spread my legs and my arms and fastened me to the floor with bolts. My entire body trembled. Soon I heard the masked man tell me that my husband knew what a cheating whore I had been. He claimed my husband sent him to punish me.
When I tried to lie muffled that I had not cheated, he slapped my face. He ripped the duct tape off my mouth as my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Only one red bulb illuminated the room. So, in my scared state, I pleaded some more to be set free. But that did not happen. He flipped me over and re attached my restraints to the bolts in the floor and started paddling my bare ass. Not what I would call hot ass sex.
He flipped me back over on my bac again. And this time, he focused on my tits. He tied them up like torpedoes. So, I asked him if he planned on killing me. He pulled off his mask and said, “No Cassie. But I plan to make you my wet slut again.” In that moment, I realized my intruder was no other than my naked handyman with whom I did cheat on my husband with.
But I felt conflicted. Did he mean me harm? Had he just been pretending to be a good guy? My head raced with thoughts. My husband did not know about our affair. He just wanted me alone again. When he kissed my lips gently, I knew he did not mean me any harm. But still, I felt like he took me on a scary carnival ride. He left me tied up, but I no longer felt scared. However, I did feel aroused.
My pussy got wet, and my nipples got hard. And in that moment, I gave all my trust to my naked handyman. I knew that even tied up that he would make sweet love to me. But not before he sexually tortured me some more. In a good way though. Vibrating nipple clamps and his hot breath on my neck, made my pussy purr and the hairs on my body stand up. But this time in arousal, not fear. There was no more fear.
As his tongue licked my entire body, he could taste how aroused he made me. His tongue plunged deeply into my wet kitty, and I thought I might cum instantly. How quickly I went from feeling scared to feeling aroused. I told him I belonged to him. And I wanted to leave my boring husband. He made my body feel electrified.
Suddenly, our Air Supply song came on throughout the house. Still restrained, I begged him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. But he teased my clit as he thrust a vibrator deep inside me. No one makes me cum like my naked handy man I told him. He pulled out after some thrusts and started kissing all over my sweaty body. We locked lips again. And our tongues intertwined.
After some passionate kissing, he went back to licking my womanhood until I exploded again. He had not cum yet, but I had cum already three times. And I begged him to let me feel his throbbing cock in my mouth. I felt like his wet slut. He licked my body some more instead of putting his cock in my mouth or my pussy like I begged. My body shook uncontrollably again as he made me cum a fourth time. If making me cum was an Olympic sport, he would take home the gold.
Finally, however, he removed his clothes as I begged him to fuck his wet slut. As he entered me, my body felt like it was on fire. And it was but for him. Only him. My wetness drenched his cock. We made love until we both collapsed in a ball of sweat and love from our intense orgasms. Finally, he removed my restraints so I could hold him tightly and feel his hot, sexy body. In that moment, I belonged to him. Hugging each other tight, I thought my heart might beat right out of my chest.
We spooned for awhile lost in the sounds of our hearts beating as one. He asked me if I wanted to go home, but of course I wanted to spend the night with him. I wanted to spend every night with him. After a few hours in each other’s arms, we took a shower and ended up in each other’s arms again after we washed away our sweat. But we could never wash away our love. Falling asleep in his arms felt so right, so natural. And my last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that I would never leave his place or his arms again.
Black cock phone sex needs The Black Bull God, the one and only Big Daddy King. Every day that passes, more and more women flock to him. He has fans in every city and country in the world. Recently, he went down to Jamaica with a bevy of beauties for the Hedonism festival and stayed an extra 17 days so he could spread the love. But he is such a benevolent man too. That’s why he stayed longer. Although he is a god, The Black Bull God, BDK is still mortal. But most of the time it does not seem that way at all.
The Black New World Order took over the Hedonism resort for three weeks of debauchery. Big Daddy King is in such high demand, he has his own wing at the resort. And the resort had to make a bed extra-large so he could fit with his chiseled body and a bevy of Black Bull God Cock worshipers. Me, Babydoll, Destiny and Diana got to spend some time down at the resort with him. And let me tell you, he had to beat them off with his big black bull stick, LOL. However, he felt bad that he could not accommodate every woman there, so he extended his stay.
The resort was full of all kinds of women, from the hot to the average. And some women did not come to the resort with a rich white cuckolding phone sex husband to pay their way into the Black Bull God’s boudoir suite, but he created some fun games for them to play to get a chance to win some quality one on one time with him. And he spread his love and the Black Bull God Cock around. I watched as he played with women from at least 8 different countries. Hot white chicks and hot Latina babes too. Like, I said. Every woman in every country knows about The Black Bull God.
The Black New World Order gets funded by all the cuckold husbands in the world desperate to keep their hot wives but knowing that they cannot compete where they don’t compare. However, I saw Big Daddy King be extra nice to a hot mother and daughter from Calgary, Canada with meager means. What a stunning duo of women too. And like all women, they were determined to get to Jamaica just to be near the Black Bull God.
However, The Black Bull God is no stranger to generational women. Babydoll, Destiny and Diana are three generations of related women. Mother, daughter and granddaughter. Since Big Daddy King is legendary, it makes sense that women in the same family would worship The Black Bull God. He will get the Canadian daughter, Kelsey, a job in the states. Just barely legal, and her star will rise as quick as her bank account under the King’s wings. His Midas touch trickles down to the hot women in his inner circle. And I know that firsthand.
All white women are born to worship Big Daddy King and The Black Bull God Cock. Even women not born yet will be future Black Bull God Cock worshipers. Women would rather be the King’s side piece than some small dick loser’s main piece. True story. None of us sugar babies mind sharing the King or his anaconda cock. The King offers us enough to share, so no bitter or petty jealousy.
My time in Jamaica with my King for life seemed like a wild ride, but it always does with him. I saw a young woman get her first BNWO gang bang. I saw women of lesser means compete in an Anaconda ring toss for private sessions with the King that most women with rich husbands had to pay for. And I witnessed more women from other countries get inducted into the most elite and in demand gfe phone sex sugar baby posse on the planet. Never a dull moment with The Black Bull God. Like every other woman on the planet, I am a Black Bull God worshiper for life.
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This sexy babe had another romantic phone sex date with her prince charming. Although he does know how to pound the shit out of my fuck holes, he mostly shows his sweet, romantic side with his princess. And I love movie dates with him. For most of my life, men treated me like nothing but a piece of fuck meat. So, I feel cherished and respected on our romantic dates.
For this movie date, we went to an old retro movie theater that shows only classic films. And he introduced me to yet another classic Cary Grant film, Mr. Lucky. And the title of the film did not get lost on me. After our romantic date, he would be Mr. Lucky. And I know you get my drift. We shared a big tub of popcorn as we watched the film. When he put his arms around me, it felt like he would never let go of his gfe phone sex babe. And that’s exactly what I wanted.
Even A Stripper and Phone Bone Girl Can Deserves Some Romance in Her LifeOur dates feel so special and full of romance and love. Two things a stripper babe rarely gets from men. And I love his attention. My body feels warm and tingly at his touch as well as his gaze. I enjoyed this movie so much. Now I know why so many folks consider Cary Grant the golden boy of his era. He could do screwball comedies, dramas and thrillers alike. During the screening of the film, we held hands and cuddled. We shared more than popcorn too. We shared a kiss or two in the dark theater.
Even a stripper craves romance. And so does a phone sex whore. My prince knows how to deliver the perfect romantic date too. We laughed together during the film. Back then movies did not seem as long as they do today. So, after our romantic date, we took a stroll along the river and star gazed. We might have shared a kiss or two there also. However, this sexy girl never kisses and tells.
I just cannot wait for our next date because James knows how to romance a woman. And romance seems like a lost art form nowadays. So, I look forward to the next time we can sneak some time in together. He has my heart and my kitty.
Titty fucking phone sex requires two things. A set of big knockers and a big cock. Technically, you can titty fuck with any cock. But the bigger the boobs, the bigger the cock needs to be. However, I let some average men titty fuck me because that way I can still milk their wallets while keeping my standards. A girl needs to eat, so often I need to make some concessions.
When Tyler came into the club last night, he made a bee line towards me. However, I did not dance last night. I went to the club for house mother duties. Several new girls started, and I needed to help them with wardrobe, song selections and nerves. But Tyler came to the club a few times before and caught my pole work. He wanted me in the VIP room and offered double the rate for this sexy phone sex babe to be his private dancer.
And like I said earlier, a girl needs to eat, LOL. So, I changed the stage line up so some vets went first giving me time in the VIP room with Tyler. Handsome man. Articulate too. Around my age. I hoped he would have a nice cock. I worked him up in my head because he checked so many other boxes. Financially secure and handsome with a fit body. Although he appeared bigger than average, he fell short a few inches for me. But I wanted his money. So, I said fucking would be off limits because of club rules. And I offered him an alternative. We could engage in some big tit fucking. And he went for it.
My guess, his cock felt about 8 inches between my tits. He slid his cock between my knockers but only the mushroom head peaked out between my lovely big breasts. Not enough for me to suck his cock while titty fucking me. But I still acted like his cock impressed me. You cannot be in the adult industry and not know how to stroke cocks and stroke egos.
He came on my breasts, paid me and left a happy camper. And of course, I knew I felt euphoric because I just kept my dignity and made an easy 2 grand. Plus, I still had plenty of time to get the new strippers ready for a good first night.
Married men phone sex makes my pussy purr. Anytime an older, sophisticated married man comes into the club, I pounce on him. Perhaps, men like that help me work through my daddy issues. It is no secret my father abused me for years. And I have not seen him since I ran away. But I have no doubt that a therapist would tell me my attraction to older married men stems from my rocky relationship with my father. But I do not care. I still go after married men.
A new guy came into the club last night. You would not expect Sunday nights to be popping. But they are. Men can come into the club and watch football and see naked hotties dance. Best of both worlds for many men. So, the club appeared packed last night. However, I had my eyes set on this one guy who came in alone. So good looking my wet bald pussy began purring.
Although last night, I did not dance, I made an exception so I could wow this man. I caught his eye too and he got the VIP room for us. We shared a bottle of fine champagne. And that stuff goes to my head quickly. Maybe it’s the bubbles. Who knows. But after two glasses, I stopped dancing and began sucking cock. Turns out he is an out of town businessman staying in the hotel adjacent to the club. Perfect material for a one-night stand.
He told me his wife never gives him head. Personally, that sounds like reasonable grounds for a divorce, LOL. All wives should suck cock and swallow. So, I gave this sexy out of town businessman some of my best head moves. When I deep throated his shaft balls deep, he lost his mind. I’ve never heard a man scream as he came. He gave my mouth, face and tits the biggest cum shot of his life. His words, not mine.
He offered me money to spend the night in his hotel. But I declined the money and spent the night with him for free. We fucked all night long. I left early this morning so I could get ready for my phone bone job. And I discovered a couple grand at the bottom of my purse. I guess he really wanted to pay me. Although I am not an escort, I plan on keeping the money. And hopefully I will see my sexy out of town stud again real soon.
I love being a phone sex babe. The older I get, the less I strip. Not that I cannot still work a pole, because I can. And I can dance circles around younger dancers. But I enjoy teaching my skills to the new class of busty babes who want to strip at the club. Being a mentor turned out to be a lot of fun. Although I spend more time on my phone line than I do in the club these days, as the official den mother of the club, I still go in several times a week.
I hire and train the talent. Perhaps I just have an eagle eye when it comes to money making girls. The key to success for any club will always be variety. You need to give patrons a wide selection of girls. A type for everyone. And recently, I ran into the daughter of an ex-boyfriend from a little over a decade ago. Honestly, I never would have recognized Melody as an adult, but she recognized me. I do stand out in a crowd.
She’s a coed phone sex gal now attending one of the city’s local universities. We grabbed some Starbucks and chatted. And in that conversation, I found out she desperately needed a job. She tried to get a Fans Only account going, but the market seems over saturated now. So, I suggested she strip at the club. Her father treated her like shit, just like he did me. And sure, part of my motivation might have been revenge, but I wanted to help her out. She has that girl next door vibe. Guys will eat up her innocent look paired with her killer body.
We went back to the club so I could show her around and see her move. Turns out she is a natural on the stage. So, I hired her. But I tasted that young bald pussy first. Can you blame me? She let me too. Perhaps she wanted to give back to me for giving her a job with a high earning potential that also fits her school schedule. Before long she will be able to pay her own tuition and boarding in her sorority house.
With her sweet cunt juice on my face, I told her she was hired. And could start as soon as she wanted. And I gave her $5,000 to help her pay her room and board for the upcoming semester and to buy some sexy stripping outfits. Plus, I promised to teach her everything I know about milking wallets.
Black cock phone sex seems boring unless playing with the Black Bull God Cock. My beloved King has been all over the world. He constantly travels to please the Black Bull God Cock worshipers like me. Recently, he added two more girls to the most elite sugar baby posse in the world. While at a football appreciation night, Big Daddy King met some hotties named Jade and Kelsey.
Of course, they appeared eager to come to Atlanta with the Black Bull God himself. They will work at his Atlanta strip club. And live in luxury apartments that Big Daddy King owns. His posse grows daily. Anaconda World Domination is real. I consider the Black Bull God the pied piper of hot bimbos. Wherever Big Daddy King goes, the hot bitches follow. And that’s because he is the most worshiped man in the world. All women want that Black Bull God Cock. Smart men know that can’t compete where they do not compare.
The Black Bull God Cock, also known as the anaconda, is a religious symbol. Women all over the world worship it. Wives no longer have husbands. They have cuckolding phone sex men who pay large tributes to the King of All Kings to get them into the most coveted sugar baby posse in the world.
Recently, we flew to Jamaica for Hedonism where the Black Bull God will be the star. Jade and Kelsey were already there. Me and Kardashia came on the King’s swank private airplane with Big Daddy King. When we arrived at the airport, women chanted, “Black Bull God,” repeatedly. They were on their knees as we walked by ready to serve the King. They flocked around the limo continuing to chant. Right before we got in the limo, Big Daddy King touched the cheek of a Black Bull God worshiper, and she came just like that.
Big Daddy King has that effect on us all. When we walked into the Hedonism hotel, women pulled his robe off. And you could hear the gasps from women as they took in his perfect body. The Black Bull God has a better body than men half his age. And women know that. Women continued to chant, “Black Bull God,” as we escorted the King in his white compression shorts to his throne in the Hedonism hotel.
Women began to faint and scream as The Black Bull God walked past them. We sat our King on his throne and put his rightful crown on his head. When he slipped off his compression shorts, the Black Bull God cock made an appearance. However, the Supreme Being sported a white cock sleeve that spell out in diamonds, “Black Bull God Cock.” Kardashia and I, along with Jade and Kelsey escorted women up on the platform to give the King rainbow kisses.
Of course, a film crew recorded the feeding frenzy. The cock sleeve appeared cover in all sorts of different shades of lipstick as women kissed the anaconda. I collected the tributes from the husbands of the hotties selected to come up on the platform to get closer to the Black Bull God. As we chanted for the Black Bull God Cock, Big Daddy King removed the cock sleeve and another frenzy ensued.
Women tossed large sums of their husband’s money on stage. They wanted to worship the greatest cock known to woman. I brought housewife Lilly up because her husband spent the most money. He funded this trip to Hedonism where every woman’s dreams can cum true if they get lucky enough to be in the presence of The Black Bull God.
Lilly rode the Black Bull God Cock first and I thought she might pass out on the anaconda from cumming so much. We all rode the Black Bull God Cock on that first day of Hedonism. As we experienced the most earth-shattering orgasms of our lives, we all screamed, “Black Bull God Cock worshipers for life.” He gave us all a hot squirting pussy with only a few thrusts. Big Daddy King will have two weeks to make all these wives’ fantasies cum true. And the only fantasy we all have is a chance to see the Black Bull God Cock in person.
The Black New World Order is real. And the takeover has begun. Men, you might have to keep your women locked away from the Black Bull God if you not yet prepared for this very real takeover. Because women will slut themselves out and make a pilgrimage to anywhere Big Daddy King goes. For the next two weeks in paradise, the Black Bull God will fuck as many white women as possible, growing the Black New World Order even more.
No one makes women feel like Big Daddy King. And no cock will ever compare to the Black Bull God Cock. All women, even women not yet lucky enough to meet the King, dedicate themselves to being Black Bull God Cock worshipers for life.
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My naked handyman paid me another visit and he gave me a hot squirting pussy. How lucky am I to have found him. I owe my friend a debt of gratitude for telling me I should call him. Although it had been a few weeks since our last encounter, I was still reeling it in. But I wanted more. And I needed more. I think once you meet a man who rocks your socks off, you become addicted quickly.
When he arrived last week, I greeted him in a pink negligee. We kissed passionately. And when we stopped kissing, he whispered in my ear, “Who does your cunt belong to?” And I replied, “You, James. It belongs to you now.” He ordered me to strip naked. And I did as I was told. In his handyman’s bag, he pulled out a silk black rope, and he tied my hands behind my back.
He asked me if I was his wet slut and I screamed yes. His hands caressed my bound body as I laid helpless on my bed. My cunt and ass exposed for him. But that’s just what he wanted. He focused on my pleasure, which rarely happens with men. I appeared spread and ready for him. When he inspected my pussy with his fingers and tongue, I could feel the orgasm building quickly. This was edge play phone sex at its best.
After inspecting my cunt, he went back to his tool bag, and pulled out this furry muff thing. As it turned out, it vibrated slowly. He rubbed it all lover my body, but when it landed on my cunt, my breathing sped up, and my heart raced. I could feel my cunt dripping. And no doubt he could smell my arousal. Soon, he replaced the muff with his tongue, sending me into ecstasy.
As he kissed my garden, I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I wanted to touch him and suck his beautiful member, but he still had me tied up. James owns this pussy. And I want him to own my cunt. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood, and he was the Big Bad Wolf. He huffed and he puffed, and eventually I could not hold out any longer. He had built up my orgasm with edging, but my wet bald pussy became wetter until it exploded on my naked handyman’s face.
As I laid there out of breath, reeling from a very intense cum, I heard Air Supply singing. I started to sing along to “Even the Nights are Better.” But in between choruses, I begged him to untie me, so I could suck his throbbing rod. But he would not untie me. He helped me off the bed and put me on my knees to worship his cock. As I hummed the lyrics to Air Supply with his cock in my mouth, I knew he could feel the vibrations on his dick.
I sucked him so deeply, I made him cum. His man seed filled my belly. And that made me smile. But he still would not untie me. He carried me to my kitchen island and tied me up even more. He called it the frog tie. Somehow, he got my ankles bound to my thighs leaving my muff exposed once again. More rope bound my knees to the back of my thighs.
His recovery speed seemed to be at a lightening’s pace. When I heard a buzzing sound, I knew I was in trouble. A huge vibrator on my magic button made me convulse in ecstasy. I came again. Squirted all over his body. By this time, my naked handman had become erect again. I begged him to fuck his wet slut. And he did. His cock felt amazing inside his cunt. His stamina impressed me. Now I know why my friend referred me to him. He knows what a woman needs and wants.
When he shot his massive load inside his cunt, I collapsed. He untied me and we went to my bedroom again to recuperate. I fell into his arms, and I told my naked handyman I was falling in love with him. And I think the feeling might be mutual.
If you have a phone sex fetish, I welcome it on my sex line. One of my favorite fetishes men call me for involves their wives fucking black men. Hung black men. Charlie’s wife cuckolds him. And it is a new thing for her. She saw some BBC porn recently, got curious and let a black man from her gym fuck her one day. Charlie’s wife thought it would be a one and done experience to get it out of her system, kill the curiosity. But that’s never how it goes. I am sure you know what saying was on my mind, LOL.
According to Charlie, his wife told him to find a phone sex girl specializing in interracial cuckolding and he found me. Well, Charlie came to the right person. I told him the truth. His wife is not his wife anymore. Her hung black stud lover owns her for life. She will never fuck his pathetic little white dick ever again. Women get older and their priorities shift. His wife and he never had any little ones. Likely, because with such a tiny pecker, he has a low sperm count and could never impregnate his wife.
I am sure his wife loves him, but she loves big black cock more now. And my guess is, that black gym guy and all his black friends love fucking his wife too. I gave it to Charlie straight. His wife is his wife in name only. And he confessed to me that her new hung BBC lover comes and goes from his house when he wants. Plus, he told Charlie to move out of the master bedroom because he is the master of the house now.
Cuckolding phone sex calls excite me. I love to shame unworthy dicks. But more importantly, I want women to know size matters. And that their sexual pleasure matters too. Charlie needs cuckold therapy. So, I told him he needs weekly therapy sessions to get accustomed to his new life as a cuckold husband. Maybe I can help you be a good cucky too?
I love phone sex. The older I get the more I think about retiring from the club. I do not dance as much as I used to. Mostly, I manage the girls and hire new talent. But I find it harder and harder to find reliable girls. Most girls who would even consider stripping, find it easier to cam from home or do Only Fans. But both those fields became over saturated in the past couple years, and that makes it harder for girls to earn a livable wage. But stripping? Easy work for a bigger payout. And consistent money too.
I decided to do some recruiting, which I never do. Usually, I place ads in the local city paper and online. But this past week, I went to the local colleges with flyers. Summer school still gets plenty of coeds. We have a community college, three big colleges, and an all girls college in my town. And I started with the all girls school.
As I walked around campus, I felt so smart, but I stood out. I did not look like a coed or a teacher, and some girls stared at me. But I found this coed sitting by herself on a bench reading. So, I approached her. She looked like she would even make a good GFE phone sex provider, But I wanted to recruit her for the club. She had the girl next door appeal. Not the buxom bimbo look. And I strive to have a variety of girls because men have different tastes.
I sat next to her and gave her my spiel. She invited me to her off campus apartment nearby since the heat felt brutal. However, when we got back to her place, she came on to me. This girl could not have been much older than 20 and I am 38 almost 39. Then I thought about it. I date older men. If girls can like older men, why not older women too?
I kissed her, as I fondled her small but natural breasts. And the next thing I knew my tongue found its way to her young bald pussy. What an amazing body too. So natural, smooth and sweet tasting. We fucked in her apartment using our fingers and tongues. She made me cum very hard. And I think she would say the same about me.
Although I have played around with other strippers in the VIP room for a patron, and played with some of my girlfriends, I had never been with a girl that young before. And I must admit that I loved it. She admitted she’s bisexual with a thing for sexy blondes. Now, I might be bisexual with a thing for sexy coeds. Although she declined my offer to come to the club for tryouts, she gave me her number so we can play again. I consider that a win.
