I have the ass for hot ass sex. However, I do not let just anyone fuck my ass. Money talks. I prefer a big and thick cock for any of my fuck holes. But I will let a few inches short of my preference fuck my ass slide. I met a new man recently. He checked off all my boxes, but he his cock measured at 7 inches. Although that may be big to some women, I find that size average. And I am not an average girl.
But he treats me well. He loves to rim ass and eat pussy too. Plus, he appears to be a very wealthy man. And I do make some small exceptions for the rich and famous, if they treat me well. Sam and I did not even meet at the strip club, but he told me I looked like a dancer. And I thought he looked good, so I asked him if he needed a private dancer. I channeled my inner Tina Turner.
The next thing I knew, I was in his hotel giving him a lap dance like the phone sex whore I am. He turned out to be an ass man. But that is never a problem for me. However, here is the funny thing. He believes it is not cheating if he only gets a blowjob or fucks a woman in the ass. Somehow, I think his wife might not agree. However, I do not care if a man is married. If you look good and spoil me, your marital status is never an issue.
I did not burst my lover’s bubble. I let him think anal sex does not count as cheating on your wife. If he wanted to give me a hardcore ass fucking, I did not plan on saying no. Why would I? His cock I doubted I could feel in my cunt anyway. But 7 inches feels perfect for my ass. We’ve been ass fucking for a week now. And he pays me $1000 a nut. This guy I plan on milking dry one ass fuck at a time.
I love to play with my wet bald pussy at the club. However, the best part is when someone watches me masturbate. Sometimes, if I find a cock underwhelming, but I find the man appealing, I engage in some mutual masturbation fun. And Larry seemed good with that. I just blamed the club for having a no sexual contact rule for the strippers. They do have that rule, but it’s not there for them to enforce. The owner designed the rule to give us sexy babes leeway on who we want to fuck.
And I did not want to fuck Larry. However, I did want to milk his wallet dry. He checked all my boxes except for the big cock box. Now, his cock appeared average. But I am not an average chick. I am a phone sex whore and sexy stripper with standards. Larry’s pockets ran deep. But his cock underwhelmed me. But he paid me to rub one out. And I begged him to rub one out with me.
He kept tossing me money as I masturbated. I have the best life. Where else do I get to masturbate for cash. Sure, if I elected to become a cam girl I could but I want to watch you stroke too. Watching a man be master of his domain turns most women on. Even an average cock, I will watch. And Larry appeared to be a grower not a shower. However, even when he grew, he still sported an average dick. And I am far from an average girl.
But we came together, nonetheless. And I licked his cum off the floor. And that turned out to be a smart and profitable move for me. I kept my standards, came with a sexy man and earned a few extra grand in the VIP room without violating my standards. This gfe phone sex babe calls that a win win day.
My trainer told me he planned a hardcore work out for me. But what he gave me seemed closer to a hardcore ass fucking. I want to be in shape because it is bikini season. So, I hired Tony to get my beach body back. Since I rarely strip much anymore, I do not get the pole workouts I once did. I never question what experts tell me. So, when he told me to get naked, I did. However, when he instructed me to finger my pussy while I did abdominal exercises, I knew this would not be a traditional workout.
I played along. But I am not a dumb blonde. Although I can play the part well. He had me doing squats over his big hard cock for “exercise.” I never could do squats. However, a big hard dick provided me with the right inspiration. If I had to do squats over a throbbing hard cock, sticking it up my ass or my cunt, I’d be in the best shape of my life. This trainer knew just the right incentive to kick start this phone sex whore’s fitness routine.
After about a hundred squats on his cock, I felt the burn in more than just my thighs. My ass was on fire. And my pussy felt just as sore. So, I thought that was the end of the work out, but he wanted me to do like 100 pushups between his thighs with my mouth going up and down his shaft. He had to squat down to be more level with me on the ground. I could taste my own sweaty ass juice on his dick as my mouth bobbed up and down his thick shaft. I’m an ass to mouth phone sex whore, but this was not role play.
We finished our work out on a yoga ball. As I worked my gluteus maximus muscle, he worked his muscle in and out of my pink pussy. When I would squeeze my ass cheeks, he would shove his cock inside me, forcing me to squeeze his cock with my pussy. I could feel my ass and cunt muscles getting trained well. Perhaps, I finally found a trainer who gets me. At this rate, he will have me in the best shape of my life.
I enjoy hot phonesex calls. Perk of this job is masturbating with callers. And I love to get off. I think I was in my early 20s when I had my first orgasm. My upbringing no one would consider ideal. And many would think growing up as daddy’s sex slave would make me frigid. Perhaps it did for a bit. However, the adult industry quickly taught me that orgasms are a good thing.
And I can cum at the club. And I can cum on calls. Plus, I can cum with my lovers too. I think the way to make America better is more orgasms. Who feels angry after a good cum, right? This guy came into the club last night and he just looked like he needed a good cum. His face told me he experienced a rough day and that he might be one comment away from a meltdown.
And I think we have all been there. So, I decided I wanted to relieve his stress. That’s what gfe phone sex babes do. We drain balls. I gave him a complimentary lap dance. We have that leeway at the club. The boss views it as a way to tease a guy into the VIP room. And it worked. He asked me how much for the VIP room, and pulled out a black AMEX card and I knew I had a potential sugar daddy.
We went into the VIP room where I could give him the treatment he needed to turn his frown upside down. A little sexy naked dancing and his cock stood at attention. And boy did he appear to have some backed up balls. Rich, handsome and single? You better believe I milked him dry. In more ways than one too.
He wanted a prostate milking. That cost extra. However, I never mind prostate phone sex. I know how to milk your glands. And for this guy, I gave him my all. Two fingers in his ass. Tits around his throbbing cock. And my mouth around his purple head. He left the club a different man with no cum backed up in his balls. That’s the power of an orgasm. Do you need to cum today?
Mistress phone sex, I am no stranger too. I have long been the other woman. You know the side piece who takes care of a man and does all the things wives no longer do. But mistress seems to be one of those words with double meaning. And for me it means I can also be a bad ass dominatrix. And that, I love too.
A few weeks ago, I got a loser tossed from the club. He got too handsy with me in the VIP room. Now, usually I would let something like that slide. However, he had a minuscule penis. So, no way could he pay me enough to forget his Shrinky dink dick. The loser found me. Not where I live luckily, but he followed me from the club one night to an after-hours club. And I thought I would need to get him kicked out of another club. But he made a proposal. One that appeared mutually beneficial.
I impressed him the night I had him removed from the club. And it made him think about what he could offer women. Money is really all he has. But in his experience women chose money over sexual satisfaction. He wanted some cbt phone sex. And I was game since he offered me a lot of money. A lot of money. No skin off my nose if you want to pay me to trample your worthless genitals.
So twice a week I get to be the other kind of mistress with Evan. I put on my stiletto heels and stomp on his cock and balls. And I whip his worthless equipment too. He gives me all the power. Plus, he gives up his body too. I am the owner of his worthless dick and balls. And I cage his tiny pecker when he is not with me to help prevent him from masturbating. Since I own his cock and balls, only I can give permission for him to orgasm.
I edge him too during our sessions so that his balls turn blue when I cage his junk. This might be the easiest money ever. He pays me for small dick humiliation and cock and ball torture. I love being a dominatrix phone sex babe too.
Hot ass sex in the club happens often. But it did not happen last night. Despite a man’s valiant efforts. I did not see him as fuckable. Most men want to fuck me. But I am more into draining wallets than fucking losers. And this man appeared to be a redneck loser. He came in with some of his friends and caused a scene. Scruffy looking men with dirty hands and filthy mouths.
Although I appreciate men who work with their hands, this guy trash talked the club and the dancers. And in the same breath tried to fuck me. However, he thought a sexy babe like me would fuck him for free. I laughed so hard at him. Not only did he have zero class, but he was broke with a small dick too. He could not afford the VIP room. Hell, he and his 6 friends could not even pool their resources to buy the VIP room for an hour. Caviar tastes on a Spam budget.
This piece of shit started spewing racial hate when he saw me give a black man a lap dance. I am a black cock phone sex whore. I told him that kind of talk is never tolerated around here, and he got in my face. The club backed me. I let off a litany of small dick jokes and the man tried to smack me. So, I kicked him hard in the nuts in my stripper heels. The club might not have been the right setting for cock and ball torture, but he had it coming.
I trampled his worthless dick and balls. But the best part was when I took off my thong and jacked off my hot black patron so his cum was all over my panties. I bet you know what happened next. I took a page out of the cuckolding phone sex manual and shoved my cum coated panties in that loser’s mouth. And I told him to taste that superior seed. His friends laughed at him. They did not want any of my punishment.
Those losers got banned from the club. It is one thing to slam me. But when you talk shit about superior black men and their superior big black dicks, I will put you in your place.
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.
