I do not care what your phone sex fetish may be. I welcome all fetishes. On the phone, in my personal life and in the club too. Perhaps you could just say I’m an open-minded person. However, I’m a kinky woman in general. Not much I haven’t tried, which means I’m not going to stand in your way of trying anything.
It’s no secret that I rarely dance anymore except for the VIP room for some old regulars. I shifted my focus at the club from stripper to management. I hire and manage the dancers. Perhaps, that makes me like a house mother, I guess. But I had to go into the club late last night when I did not have plans to do so. A few of the girls had a meltdown and they desperately needed my help.
I don’t know if anybody told you this before, but strippers are a lot of drama. A lot of unnecessary drama too. Two girls fought over a guy who couldn’t decide which one of them would take him into the VIP room. Other strippers got involved and took sides. And before anyone knew, the club had a girl brawl.
Just like I tell the girls who come to work at this phone sex company, there’s plenty of perverts to go around. No need to fight over anyone. But I ended the fight by letting them know I would fire anyone of them if they kept up that nonsense. Then I took the guy they fought over into the VIP room myself. He needed a woman, not some barely legal girl who didn’t understand his fetish anyway.
This guy wanted to eat a cream pie pussy. But not just any cream pie. He wanted black cock spunk inside of a pussy. Those two little teen girls that started a fight over him think a black cock will ruin them. However, I never shy away from a big dick. Plus, because I had planned on going to the club anyway, I already had cum in my cunt. And I had the cum he wanted.
Of course, I charged him a little extra to dine in the VIP room. The creamy treat inside my pussy, more men want nowadays. And guess what? No shame in that. So, I sat on his face for the entire hour that he rented the VIP room. I didn’t even have to strip for her. But I did feed him. And what a good boy. He cleaned up every drop of cum from my pussy and let me tell you I had a lot in there.
This guy enjoys creampie phone sex. So, who am I to deny him what he wants. I accomplished a lot on my day off. I took care of a black cock. Even broke up a fight between strippers. Plus, I got my pussy cleaned and made a couple thousand dollars.
All sorts of things give me a wet bald pussy. Even though technically, I guess I’m a cougar now. I still like variety and spicing things up in the bedroom. Recently, I found myself in a bit of trouble. However, it seemed like the good kind of trouble. I tend to be a little too trusting sometimes. And I forget to lock my front door. I know times have changed. Can’t even trust your neighbors anymore. But sometimes leaving your door open leads to some hot fucking.
I returned home from yoga. And since I do hot yoga, I’m usually a sticky mess when I come home. When I came home, I realized I had an intruder who wanted to teach me a lesson about leaving my door unlocked. Mr. Hammer surprised me. And scared the shit out of me too. He pushed me up against the wall. Started sniffing me like a dog in heat. Of course, I know I was giving off a strong aroma fresh off yoga. But I think my strong aroma aroused him even more.
I could see the bulge in his jeans. I could smell his sweat too. And I know my pussy just dripped for him. He started finger banging my cunt making me even wetter. As he whispered into my ear that I should never leave my door unlocked, my body trembled. Pinned again the wall, he informed me that an unlocked door invites trouble. But if this is the kind of trouble it invites, I might always leave my door open.
Before long, I was on my floor with my ass in the air. I was ready for some hot ass sex. But Mr. Hammer wasn’t ready to hammer me quite yet. His tongue explored every inch of my body, and I could feel my body trembling, quivering at his touch. Especially, when his tongue plunged in and out of my sweaty asshole. His tongue snaked so far up my ass that he could taste what I had for dinner.
Those strong scents that we all put off, Mr. Hammer and I consider erotic. Just the natural flavor of the human body. Did I mention, he gives one hell of a rim job. But then so do I. I wanted to lick the sweat off his balls. And I wanted to bury my tongue in his ass, just like he did mine. Eventually, I convinced him that my tongue needed to explore too. We ended up on my living room, floor tangled up in each other’s sweaty bodies with our tongues, licking and plunging into every nook and cranny.
Fuck. Now, my pussy felt like a geyser going off. I know my sweet love juice coated his face. I’m not sure if it was his fingers or his tongue, but something found a love button, that not many find. And when he did find that magic spot, I drenched his face in my sweet sticky goo.
He made me beg for his cock. And he does have a cock worth begging for so I never mind. We just have fun together. No pretentiousness. I don’t need to look my best either. In fact, I think he prefers to fuck me when I look like a basic bitch. No make up. No fancy clothes. And nice and sweaty. That’s just how I like him too. Real. No pomp and circumstance. Just two adults connecting on a visceral level. Just two people getting drunk on pleasure.
Eventually, I got that hardcore ass fucking I wanted and deserved. His tongue just prepped my asshole for his nice, meaty cock. There might have been hair pulling, and some ass slapping too. What can I say. We work each other up into a frenzy, getting intoxicated by each other’s scent. Getting drunk on the pleasure of making each other feel good.
I know I should lock my doors. But secretly, I hope Mr. Hammer helps himself to my place and my fuck holes again. So, I might never lock my doors.
My ass seems perfect for hot ass sex. And I like it rough and dirty sometimes. No matter how many times I shower a day, this brutal heat makes me a little gamey. But I have discovered that some men love those musky pheromones that mature women put off. And they will follow me anywhere.
I live within a few blocks of a hot yoga studio. And I love hot yoga because it really keeps me limber and flexible. And that helps me fuck. I walk to the studio and back. Parking in my city is a bitch and expensive and with it only being two blocks, I decided that I would walk to and from yoga. Well today, the temperature outside got to the high 90s again. So, I walked out of hot yoga, already drenched, and smelling, when I decided to walk home in that heat another two blocks uphill.
When I got to my door, I realized I left my keys in the yoga studio. So, this sweaty phone sex babe walked back in that heat to the studio and back home again. However, this time, I picked up a fanboy who was hot on my scent. A younger boy. Likely college age. I live near a university so there are always college boys around in the neighborhood. This boy looked like a hound dog who wanted to smell and lick me.
When I turned around and spoke to him, he froze up like a deer in the headlights. I don’t think he ever thought I would talk to him. But he was clearly following me. And he clearly liked what he saw and smelled so how could I not talk to him?
I invited him inside to cool off. And I even told him I would drive him to campus which was six blocks away. I was covered in so much sweat. It looked like I had been in the pool, and he did too. As soon as we entered my foyer, I pushed that sweaty frat boy against my foyer wall, grabbed his cock and kissed him. The poor boy came in his jeans. Although he was embarrassed, I assured him that I have that effect on men. And I take it as a compliment.
Plus, I never mind when a man or a boy cums quickly because I can make a dead man cum with my lips. And I brought his cock back to life in less than 20 minutes. And I managed to fuck the shit out of him second round. Inside my wet bald pussy, he lasted a lot longer. When he came, I took him into my shower, cleaned us both up, and drove him to campus.
Turns out this cute frat boy with a big dick only lives a block away from me with a few other fat friends. And they have all been talking about the hot blonde neighbor they see walking her dogs and running errands around town. So, this means I have a bunch of young studs not far from me who will essentially fuck me anytime I want. I am really starting to like my new cougar status.
One of my favorite people stopped by Tuesday night after a long hard day at work for some rim jobs phone sex. He appeared hot and sweaty, but that’s just how I like my men. Men who work with their hands, men who have physically demanding jobs, just turn me the fuck on maybe it’s the pheromones they give off. Or maybe it’s just their hard work ethic. But either way I needed some hammer time. And I appeared a bit musky too. This brutal heat does not keep me fresh as a daisy.
But I wanted to show my Mr. Hammer how sexy I find him. So, I stripped him naked, pushed him on the floor and licked every inch of his body. And I went slowly and seductively too. Not leaving an inch of his hot, sexy body untouched. Of course, his cock appeared erect at hello. And I do love a big, hard cock that seems happy to see me.
I could not resist him. All of him. So, I had to give those beautiful full balls and that erect shaft, some love too. But I went slow Because I was not ready for a nut explosion quite yet. I knew I could build up a lot more cum in his balls. And when it comes to Mr. Hammer, I’m all about building the cum up in those balls so that I can get every drop.
However, I am weak in his presence, and I wanted to devour his cock. I guess when it comes to him, I have zero cock control. I started slobbering all over that rod. But I also licked my tongue all the way down until I reached the underneath of his shaft Over the balls and down the taint, I went. And of course, I plunged my tongue straight into his asshole. Hot and sweaty? I don’t care my tongue darted in and out of his hot sweaty ass and that made my pussy better.
Of course, my Mr. Hammer loves to eat pussy. And he has a velvet tongue. I swung my legs over his shoulders, sitting my equally sweaty pussy right on his face. He wore me like a hat. As licked up and down his shaft, balls and ass, he slurped on my sloppy wet pussy. And I feel like I let out a geyser of sweet juice all over his face. I could feel my wetness, and I could feel my own girl juice dripping down my thighs and coating his face. But the more I came the deeper he plunged his cock into my creamy sinner.
But once again, I got weak. And I needed that shaft in my pussy, so I hopped on him like he was one of those mechanical pony rides I saw as a little girl outside gas stations. I just didn’t need to put a quarter in him to take a ride. We did not need any lubrication because his tongue moistened my pussy better than an entire bottle of lube. As I sat down on that beautiful cock, I felt my pussy devouring him until his shaft appeared balls deep in my pussy. Or maybe I should say his pussy.
And we thought we were both sweaty beforehand. We really worked up a sweat fucking. I lost track of how many times I squirted on his cock. But he gave me a hot squirting pussy a few times. But he wanted to give me a massive load in my mouth. So, I hopped off that cock like I was getting off a horse.
And I got between his legs to lick up the mess I created on his cock. Slowly, and methodically I cleaned that cock. Spit shined it until he blew chunks down the back of my throat. And you better believe I swallowed every last drop. In my defense, I’m technically a cougar now. And that means I need more protein to keep my body strong.
What a magical night. I got a good workout. I came so much that I feel dehydrated still today. And I got hammered so hard that my legs still feel like jelly. But that’s all expected any night, my sexy, hard-working, Mr. Hamer pays me a visit.
This GFE phone sex babe recently traveled to the south to hang with The Black Bull God and his newest sugar baby, a coed cheerleader. Smoking body. Equally hot face. She could be a model. But she wants to be an engineer. Smart too. The Black Bull God loves all kinds of women, but he does have a thing for smart, fit, hot coeds. He gets older, but The Black Bull God Worshippers get younger.
Not that Big Daddy King has anything against women his age. But women his age cannot keep up with his libido. And coeds? Well, they are up for the challenge of taking The Black Bull God cock balls deep in their tiny, tight fuck holes. And boys their age cannot spoil them like Big Daddy King can.
Ava showed up in her cheerleading outfit as she came from practice. Her spankies said, “Property of the Black Bull God,” in rhinestones. She went from screaming for the Game Cocks, to screaming for The Black Bull God Cock. I bet her voice felt hoarse the next day because we had that hottie screaming all night long.
We went to an event together. Destiny and Jenna joined us. Ava still seemed starstruck over meeting The Black Bull God in the flesh. He makes women’s dreams cum true. And he creates cuckolding phone sex nightmares for some men. None of us care about age. The only number Ava, Destiny and Jenna focus on is 13.5. As in 13.5 inches of big black cock meat. Ava may be 19 now, but she grew up, like most girls her age, seeing Big Daddy King’s content on porn sites.
The Black Bull God was the celebrity guest at this event. So, we met him in his dressing room early for a little fun. And that fun included popping Ava’s Black Bull God cherry. She ate my pussy while Destiny, Jenna and I worked on The Black Bull God Cock. We were all screaming to see the Black Bull God Cock. Ava fell to her knees instinctively and undid our King’s Gucci belt. Honestly, I thought little Ava might pass out at the site of such a supreme cock.
She begged to suck on the anaconda. As her lips caressed The Black Bull God Cock, I ate her young bald pussy to get it wet enough to handle the Supreme Being’s monster cock. She felt so wet already. But that was a good thing. She would need every bit of that lubrication to take the only cock in the world she has dreamed about since a schoolgirl.
Big Daddy King grabbed Ava and tossed her on his bulging Black Bull God Cock. He spread that young pussy and jack hammered her. She looked like a rag doll on top of his huge monster meat. Although she begged to be ruined, I do not think she understood what she asked for. The Black Bull God destroys white girl pussies. As Big Daddy King hammered her pussy, Ava screamed, “The Black Bull God Owns Me for Life.”
Every white pussy he destroys, he owns for life. Ava will be sitting on a bag of frozen peas all week, but she knows it was all worth it just to feel the most coveted cock in the world in her baby girl pussy. Welcome to the club and The Black New World Order, Ava.
I love to play with my wet bald pussy. Although I am not a young girl anymore, I keep my pussy bald. Not sure why. Maybe it just more aesthetically pleasing, LOL. What do you think? Everything makes a comeback. So, I know the bush in 80s porn might be back in style. I think my issue might be in my head. I just feel young, not old. An old women have hairy pussies.
However, to many men 40 is old. Sometimes I feel old. Perhaps, decades in stripper heels hurt my ankles and knees. When not working at the club, you will usually find me in Victoria Secret boyfriend pants that say Pink on the ass, a concert t-shirt and Chucks.
In fact, I had to run to club last night to give a girl her driver’s license. I took her to Planned Parenthood earlier in the week for birth control, and it slipped out of her purse. I am sort of the house mom to the young club talent. This milf phone sex babe does it all from hiring, teaching them how to work the pole to music selection to trips to Planned Parenthood, LOL.
The club looked packed. And I looked basic. But a bunch of men at the club for a bachelor party wanted me in the VIP room. Me. In my pink sweatpants, Def Leppard t-shirt, my Chucks and no makeup. I tried to encourage them to go with one of the younger girls. However, the more I said no, the higher the money offered went. So, I figured why not. If they wanted Basic Barbie over Glamorous Barbie on the stage, I would not judge.
First time for everything, right? This marked the first time I worked a pole in Chucks with no make-up. But the bachelor party ate it up. Turns out, I can really work a pole in Chucks. And I am more graceful in them too. All I planned to do was run to the club, not to dance for two hours in a VIP room. I wanted to get back to phone sex and my pups. But money is money. So, I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
I may or may not have drained a few cocks in the VIP room along with wallets. But what happens in the VIP room, stays in the VIP room. So, what do you think. Would you rather have Basic Cass or Glamorous Cass working the pole and your cock in the VIP room?
Mutual masturbation phone sex calls I love. And why would I not? Get to play with my pussy and get you off? Sounds like the perfect date to me. My friends are envious of my job. Some have worked here before. A few still do. I turned 40 recently. And I have friends who are older, younger and my age. My girl posse may shock you. Plenty of adult entertainers, but a schoolteacher and a real estate gal too. Men let me tell you a secret. Never trust a woman without good girl friends. If she does not have a girl squad, she is crazy. Run.
Although I am one of the only singles in my posse, I am in no rush to settle down. I get cock. Plenty of it. But I have the best friends ever. So, I never feel lonely. My sexy schoolteacher and I went to Columbus recently to see this hard rock band we love, Shinedown. Men hit on us left and right. As did a youngish looking boy in a T-shirt that said, “I Love Hot MILFS.” We could have let some men pick us up for the night, but we pretended to be lesbians. Hot lesbians who eat wet bald pussy. Another secret I will share with you. All women are a little lesbian.
We just had fun drinking boxed wine, dancing and singing. We continued the party in the hotel room. One of the reasons I never mind being single. My girlfriends eat the best pussy. Like so good you might think they majored in cunt licking in college. And Stacy has a husband and twin daughters. But she has that bi side she likes to explore with me and the rest of our girl squad. Women eat pussy best. I think that might be because we know how good it can feel.
Just like I enjoy getting men off, I enjoy getting my girlies off too. So, I always eat pussy. Apparently, Stacey’s husband does not eat pussy well. However, I can give her a hot squirting pussy. And I did. She squirted so hard she sprayed the ceiling and my face. Just another day in my single life with my hot girl posse.
Whatever floats your boat has been my motto for decades; so, if you like cbt phone sex, I deliver. I am not one to judge. And men enjoy a lot of different kinks and fetishes. My job in the club and on the phone is to give men what they want. I guess you could call me your fantasy girl because I like to explore fantasies, and kinks with you. Kevin comes into the club regularly. All the girls love him. He is nice, keeps his hands to himself, buys them drinks, brings them presents and tips well too.
Gentlemen in a strip club can be hard to find nowadays. Although I know Kevin, I have never been his private dancer. Last night was my first night back in the club in over a week. I mostly manage the girls. But I do dance when we are short girls. And I do VIP sessions when requested. But I do encourage the guys to check out the new talent.
Kevin wanted me in the VIP room. And it never occurred to me that he had a phone sex fetish for cock and ball torture. Apparently, because I am twice the age of most of the dancers, he thought I might be better suited to trample his balls. Then he laid a few grand on the table. And I thought, why not. I have some expenses to recuperate, plus it was my birthday, and I could buy myself a few things I wanted.
So, I pocketed the money, slipped on my spiked heels, and grabbed a flogger. Let the games begin, I told him. Clearly, Kevin has a masochistic side. And since I do not judge, I let him explore his fetish. I put on some Alice Cooper and did a little gig on his nuts. Do not feel sorry for Kevin. No need to have sympathy pains. He is a pain slut. And paid me to trample those balls and smack his little monster. And little might be generous, LOL.
No wonder he spoils strippers. Most women will not fuck him. Not with a pinky dick. But he is a nice man. He treats my girls well, so I did not ruin his nut sack. But I did give it a good beating. Hey, if you are a pain slut phone sex lover, I can put on my latex cat suit with my spiked heels and do a little gig on your balls too.
Sometimes, a girl just needs a hardcore ass fucking. I’ve been dealing no AC for weeks. Way too long when it is like 90 something outside. Not the time of year for your AC to blow up. But it is what it is. I’m scappy. Because of my AC issues, I have been working my sexline more because I cannot leave my menagerie of old pups alone in the heat. I have fans on them. Cool rags and cooling pads too. And I have been naked 24/7.
My neighbors might be tired of seeing me let my pups out naked. But my Mr. Hammer never gets tired of seeing me naked. And he does not mind me a bit dank either. In fact, I think he might love to ride me dirty. In more ways than one. I’ve been a hot sticky mess without AC. But he never minds. How great is that. I do not need to be glammed up or anything. My natural scent, my natural look, and hot ass sex.
He did not want to go to a hotel. Like I said, no pomp and circumstance with him. So, we fucked in my bed with fans on us. But the fans just circulated my ripeness a bit more. However, I think that ripe flavor intoxicated him more. Having him rim my sweaty ass, while I tea bagged his sweaty balls made me so wet. Fucking wetter than a pool.
Eventually, we gave each other a long, hot tongue bath before we started fucking. What’s that saying? Save a horse, ride a cowboy. That’s what I did. I rode my handsome lover’s hammer of a cock, making me perspire even more. But he likes me hot and sexy. And I like him just the way he is too.
When you do away with bullshit cosmetic stuff, a woman can relax, be herself, and fuck like a wild animal in heat. This sweaty gfe phone babe loves Hammer time.
For me, it is not a holiday without some black cock phone sex with Big Daddy King who is known to white women everywhere as The Black Bull God. And to some men he is known as their worst nightmare because most white men cannot compete where they don’t compare. But they keep trying.
In between Juneteenth celebrations and judging the next Miss Hawaiian Tropic, I met him down in Arkansas and we met a hot brunette named Sierra. Although The Black Bull God prefers blondes, Black Bull God Worshipers come in all shapes, sizes, races, ages and hair colors. He is a benevolent god who likes to spread the love. Plus, this sexy brunette had a loser husband perfect for cuckolding phone sex fun.
This guy got a hard dose of reality. He cannot keep a spitfire hottie like Sierra all to himself. Not when The Black Bull God is in town. The Black Bull God Cock is like a universal love language. Women all over the world speak it fluently and it does not matter who their husbands are because no white man stands a chance when The Black Bull God is talking to his woman.
Big Daddy King and I saw her in the waiting line for this elite club we visited. She pulled out every trick in the book to get our attention. But I already met her online. And I told her just how to grab the attention of Th Black Bull God. You should have seen the expression on Sierra’s face when Big Daddy King plucked her right out of that line and invited her to be our special guest at this club gig. Of course, the poser, loser husband tagged along. Some one had to pay for our drinks, LOL.
Sierra bent over in front of Big Daddy King so he could see her tramp stamp. Just like I told her, she got “Black Bull God Cock Worshiper for Life,” on her lower back. We went up to the balcony, and soon her loser hubby came with our drinks.But we benched him in the corner of course. We could tell he did not quite understand his wife’s obsession with Big Daddy King. So, we showed him.
Sierra fell to her knees and undid The Black Bull God’s Gucci Belt, pulled his designer pants down and saw the King’s white compression shorts. Big Daddy King made the Black Bull God Cock dance, and Seirra gasped. I could see her loser husband’s eyes. And they looked as big as Sierra’s eyes. No one believes how big the anaconda is until they see in front of their own eyes.
When The Black Bull God Cock made it’s appearance, I placed it in between both Sierra and I’s forearms so her cuckold hubby could see. His jaw hit the floor. But I expected that. When Big Daddy King draped his massive anaconda over Sierra’s shoulder it looked like an elephant’s trunk. For a tiny girl, she can swallow a sword. Of course, she gagged and sputtered, but she eventually got most of The Black Bull God Cock down her throat all while her husband watched in awe, disbelief and jealousy.
Eventually, we got her down on all fours with her juicy ass in the air for some hot ass sex. And just like that The Black Bull God did something Sierra’s husband never could. Made her quiver and cum with one deep daddy stroke. Poor Sierra was a hot mess. Cumming nonstop. Shaking uncontrollably. And yelling out, “The Black Bull God owns me for life.” And he does. He owns any white woman he wants. Even your wife too. Don’t fool yourself loser. Just because your wife has not met The King yet, does not mean he does not already own her.
