Rim jobs phone sex anyone? My hot ass will not eat itself. Last night, I went to the club to oversee some of the new talent I recently hired. Even strip clubs struggle with finding reliable help. Although I had no intention of stripping last night, I needed to because three girls did not show up for their shift and the club appeared pack. Only one of the three new girls I hired showed up. But because we looked short with strippers to work the crowd, I did a few sets.
On Friday nights, I never made bank at the club. Usually, my big money nights were Sunday and during the week. I am in my late 30s now and I know some folks think that’s too old to strip. But my body still looks good. And I love to drain wallets. One of our club’s VIP guys took a shine to the new girl. However, she wanted me in the room with her. Not really as security. But more for morale boosting. Like all new strippers, she appeared nervous. Since I knew the patron, I asked him if he minded. Of course, he did not.
He wanted to lick her young bald pussy. However, I taught her how to milk his wallet. He does not have a big cock. But he does have a big wallet. So, the clue is to tease him. Make him pay to pump his cock. Men with big wallets and small cocks understand that they need to pay for every little thing. So, I made him rim my ass first then her ass. And he went down on his knees so quickly for the honor. He wanted to tongue our puckered assholes. And he paid for the privilege.
My newbie quickly picked up on the concept of a pay piggie and how to milk a wallet dry. Eventually he got to eat her pussy, but she drained his wallet first making him pay to lick her ass, touch her boobs, smell her panties, caress her legs. We both left the VIP room without fucking a tiny dick. And we made him think it was his idea because he was not worthy of us.
Thanks to years of financial domination phone sex, I know all the techniques to drain wallets and never need to touch a small or limp dick. My new dancer made money on her first night. That means she will keep coming back. I have so much more to teach her.
I love phone sex role plays for many reasons. Mainly because I get to be anyone I want. Erase the past and reinvent myself. And no one makes me feel like a special princess more than my James. Our time together just gets hotter and more meaningful as time goes on. How lucky am I to have met such a special man in my life?
At the Club last week, I was on stage dancing when I saw a man come in with a big bouquet of flowers. He talked with my boss and the next thing I knew that man was on stage with me singing to me as I sat on a chair. The club appeared pack too. This stranger sang Lionel Ritchie’s Truly to me and handed me a card with the flowers. My James arranged all this just to invite me to spend the weekend with him in Indianapolis at an exclusive hotel complete with a private pool, a hot tub and a rain forest shower.
I felt like a princess once again. James knows how to put the romance in romantic phone sex. And I could not wait to see my sexy military man again. We met in the lobby of the Sybaris Inn. I packed lightly because I hoped this would be the visit where we consummated our relationship. He looked so dapper in his Le Tigre sky blue polo shirt, black pleated pants and Hush Puppy shoes. For a moment, I did not feel worthy of him. I dressed for comfortably in my Victoria Secret boyfriend pants and a Lionel Ritchie t-shirt.
Seeing him again made my heart flutter. I ran into his arms like I was Debra Winger in An Officer and a Gentleman. He picked me up and twirled me around. When he put me back on the ground, he kissed my cheek and led me to our room. He told me he had fallen hard for me. But the feeling was mutual. I felt no pressure to consummate our budding relationship, but I wanted to make love to him. The room had more flowers, chocolates and champaign waiting too. My James thinks of everything. He is my Mr. Romance.
We locked lips, danced a bit, then decided to get ready for dinner. Since the shower was a large walk-in one, we showered together. He washed my hair and my love garden as I washed his stiff pole. We had to stop, or we never would have made it to dinner! Eighties music blared through the speakers as I primped for a romantic dinner with my love. I put on a lavender sundress with strappy sandals. And I matched his lavender bowtie which he sported with a Miami Vice blazar, white button-down shirt and black pants.
Again, my heart pumped fast gazing at my prince. He held my hand, and we walked through a little garden until we reached the restaurant. We walked in, sat at a private booth, ordered dinner and laughed and talked. We noticed folks around us looking at us and remembering what young love felt like. After dinner, I felt a little buzz from the wine, but my James held my hand, and we walked back to our pool suite.
With my head on his shoulder, and our hands locked I could feel his heartbeat. And I know he could feel mine. Once back in the room, he asked to kiss me. And I melted into his arms. No one does that. James treats me like a princess phone sex babe. Melts my heart. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to make love, and I nodded yes. As he took my dress off, I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. For a moment, I felt like a virgin again. Never made love to a man. I only fucked. This seemed different. It seemed special. It was special. Any time with James is special.
We undressed each other and fell onto the bed which sat right in the middle of the room with mirrors all around us. We rolled around kissing passionately. My hand found his erect cock and began stroking it as he rubbed my bald kitty. Our tongues felt like one. When he went down on me, he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. I was able to convince him that the 69 position was the way to go. Perhaps, I felt greedy. I wanted his cock in my mouth. And I wanted to feel it grow which it did. Just like my clit swelled as his tongue danced on it.
When he entered me, I swear I heard fireworks go off. Our bodies felt like magnets drawn to each other. With my back arched and my chest heaving, my beloved James made love to his princess for hours. What stamina. James and I told each other we loved each other. I think I loved him from the first hello. Making love to him felt so right. Felt magical. We both came so hard that it left us in a ball of sweat and a huge wet spot. We cuddled on the bed afterwards.
I could stay in James’ arms forever. After we cuddled, we splashed around in our own private pool for a while basking in the glow of our newfound love. This is just the beginning.
There is BBC. But then there is black cock phone sex with The Black Bull God. And that is like an out of body encounter. Why? Because women only think about Big Daddy King and his Black Bull God Cock. I promise you that women who have not even been born yet, or who have not met the King, think about him. And worship the anaconda. Everywhere Big Daddy King goes, the white women follow. He is the Pied Piper of White Pussy.
After a successful dedication of a new building at his old Alma matter, Big Daddy King went to New Mexico to scout out some more property. New Mexico went wild because not many black men in the state. And definitely no Black Bull God or Black Bull God Cock. He loves to spread the love. Even when in town for business, Big Daddy King works on Anaconda World Domination.
Nothing compares to the Black Bull God Cock. And women everywhere know that. With new Black New World Order chapters in the Carolinas and Denver, why not Albuquerque New Mexico too. Big Daddy King has a cock for porn, a body for pro sports and a head for business. This is why he is The Living Legend. As he scouted out business property, he looked for space for a new BNWO chapter. And me and Ana, this hot young Romanian coed, and the newest gfe phone sex sugar baby, went along with our King to scout out a new headquarters.
Whatever business Big Daddy King touches turns to gold. He possesses the platinum touch with everything. States beg Big Daddy King to bring his business there. It is trickle down economics. He brings more money to the state than Taylor Swift does when she tours. So, not only do white business folks want The King in their hometown, so do all the white women.
We would walk down the street and a feeding frenzy would ensue. Women know that there is only one Black Bull God Cock in the world. Big Daddy King will be 100 years old and still fucking barely legal girls. Women he will take from white losers have not even been born yet. He is the Black Bull God and the rightful leader of the Black New World Order.
There is so much power in the Black Bull God Cock that women lose their shit when they see Big Daddy King on camera or in person. New Mexico will never be the same now. And I understand. I was never the same after meeting Big Daddy King either. The Black Bull God Cock is a religious entity. Since we visited a mostly Catholic state, we decided to hold a religious event. All white women worship the alter of The Black Bull God.
At the building Big Daddy King decided would be the newest BNWO chapter, white Catholic women stood in line for miles to worship the anaconda. Women know Big Daddy King has the Black Bull God Cock, and women wanted a glimpse of it. Even though Big Daddy King is the leader in content creation, women want to see the anaconda in real time, not just on the screen. Women brought their rosaries and their husband’s money for a chance to worship the one and only Black Bull God Cock.
Some of these women already sported their “Black Bull God Worshiper” tramp stamp, as well as their BNWO and Queen of Spades tats too. Women who are not even in the most elite sugar baby posse in the world don tats telling everyone they belong to the Black Bull God for life. These women just hope and pray that they can get The Black Bull God’s attention. Every city we visit, he selects some new sugar babies, like Ana.
I brought women up two at a time so they could pay their tribute to the King and get a glimpse of the Black Bull God Cock. Every woman in the world wants that chance. The New Mexico women went crazy. Left Big Daddy King bags of cash and rosaries around the anaconda. However, I understand. We all worship the one and only Black Bull God Cock.
Big Daddy King wanted to show this big crowd of disciples how he fucks a sugar baby. As the sugar baby OG, I got on all fours with my head down and my ass up. This position lets the other wannabe sugar babies see how Big Daddy King owns white girl pussy with one thrust of the anaconda. I begged for Big Daddy King to fuck me with his Black Bull God Cock. And a minute latter I was screaming, “Thank You Black Bull God for the biggest cum shot.” And I am talking about me, LOL. My pussy squirted love juice all over the stage and the sugar babies that surrounded us.
All the Catholic hot women of New Mexico chanted, “Black Bull God Cock.” Ana got her turn with the anaconda as did many more women of the great state of New Mexico. When Big Daddy King anointed us all with his Black Bull God Cock sauce, a feeding frenzy started. All the women stampeded the stage to get a taste of that anaconda cum. Women want the Black Bull God Cock sauce so much they will lick it off the stage.
New Mexico will never be the same. And neither will white women everywhere. Be prepared white boys, the Black New World Order is real and taking off with a bang. And you already lost your woman to the Black Bull God.
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He told me I had the ass for hot ass sex. I met Jason at the club. However, we met months ago at a party. Not a sex party or anything wild like that. But a friend’s Christmas party. Jason’s best friend is married to my best friend. So, it sort of felt like our friends wanted us to date. Nice guy. Good job. Perhaps, I should have considered it. However, he wanted to just hook up. Most guys want to fuck a sexy stripper. But not all men want to date one.
He put me in the booty call zone, so I ghosted him. I wanted more than a casual sex relationship. Even dirty strippers and phone sex whores want some romance. Something real. But when Jason showed up at the club, I felt forced to entertain him. His money spends too. Even though I knew he would try to hook up with me, I went into the VIP room with him anyway.
He likes a submissive sex slave, so he got one. Well, sort of, LOL. I crawled around on the floor, shaking my booty and begging for him to stroke his cock for me. But what came next shocked me. For all his bravado, I expected an above average cock. I truly thought he would be somewhere between 6-8 inches. Tall man too with big feet and big hands. But he got shortchanged in the dick department.
If a man possesses a lot of other good traits, and his dick falls a tad short, I will let him pump his cock in my asshole, which is a tighter hole than my pussy. However, Jason did not just fall short an inch or two. His cock was only an inch or two. It resembled a turtle hiding in its shell. Suddenly, I felt grateful that he did not want to get serious about a stripper. I can not get serious about a man who is all potatoes and no meat, LOL.
Luckily, I blamed the no fucking rule on the club protecting my standards. But I did let him cum on my back. Felt like one squirt and he finished for the day. Such a pathetic dick, I thought to myself as I drained his wallet. He can afford it. Not like I took his rent money. But a sexy gfe phone sex babe needs to pay her rent too. And preserve her dignity. Perhaps, I need to be mad at my BFF and her husband, but my guess they have no clue their rich friend Jason has an inchworm for a dick.
Fantasy phone sex with my James only gets better. He spent his military leave with me, and we crammed a lot of special moments into a short time together. And the week went by way too fast. When we woke up together in bed, he told me it was his last full day of leave. And I wanted to cry. Seemed like just the other day we met at the strip club. Even though it has only been a week, I cannot help but fall for this incredibly sweet, handsome and kind military man.
I knew I had to make our last day count. We have been inseparable since we met. And I not only wanted to make this last day special, but I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. So, I planned a day outdoors showing him my beautiful city. Although he is in the military now, James almost became an architect. So, I knew he had a love for the rich and different architecture of my city. Our last day together needed to be the stuff that romantic phone sex dreams are made of.
I took him to the incline first. We rode a historic cable car up to the highest point in the city so we could overlook the rivers and see my beautiful city for miles. Although I never even finished high school, I read up on some of the history of the city to share with my James. He has a quest for knowledge and the simpler things in life that I find so sexy. We held hands, shared a kiss and took in the beauty of my city.
After that romantic start, I wanted to share with him some of my favorite places in town. So, we went to the South Side which is sort of a bohemian part of town with an eclectic array of stores, bars and restaurants. Not enough time to do it all, but what mattered to me the most was just being with James. We went into a few vintage stores where we both got flooded with fond memories from our youth. James sees me as a person, not just a hot bimbo stripper or a gfe phone sex babe. So, I wanted to show him part of me.
We had ice cream at my favorite ice cream stand, and shared memories and tidbits about each other. We walked around my city holding hands like we were the only ones there. I took him to my favorite bar which has vintage video games to play for free. I played Ms. Pac Man while he enjoyed Galaga. We sipped on adult 80s themed beverages and just let go. My heart races just being near James. But I wanted time to stand still. I was not ready to let him go yet.
For dinner, we went to my favorite Italian restaurant that has been around since the 40s. Family owned, with a rich vibrant history. Celebrities and mobsters alike have eaten here. Our conversation flowed easily as we shared a romantic meal and listened to Rat Pack music. I held his hand like I never wanted to let it go. But I did not want to let it go. After dinner we drove around time looking at old buildings, wanting to enjoy every bit of time together before he headed back home to the base.
How did a week go by so quickly? What am I supposed to do in his absence? When we went to bed, I held him tight and prayed he would be able to stay another week with me. We made plans for the future, but I will admit, I will be counting down the days to our next date.
Everyone chants Black Bull God on black cock phone sex with Big Daddy King. As usual, my King is a busy man, jet setting around the world for business and for pleasure. Recently, we paused the Anaconda World Domination tour so Big Daddy King could visit his alma matter. The school built a new athletic building and named it after The Black Bull God himself, Big Daddy King. And no building in the King’s honor would be complete without a bronze statute of the Black Bull God right in front.
So, I packed a bag and traveled with my King to the dedication ceremony at his alma mater. Wow, the campus went all out for him too. He is a God to everyone, really. Not only does my beloved King have a few campus buildings named after him, but now he also has a cool decked out penthouse above one of the buildings that overlooks the football field. And it is equipped with a roof top deck for partying, viewing games and fucking. Mostly fucking with the Black Bull God!
A group of hot and young sorority girls greeted The Living Legend and I when we arrived on campus. New Cult of Anaconda members eager for hot ass sex with the King. Prior to our arrival on campus, three members of the sorority got their BDK and BNWO tats in hopes of joining the most exclusive sugar baby posse in the world. Each girl’s tramp stamp said, “Black Bull God Worshiper.” And each girl’s ass cheek sported a Queen of Spades tat and a Black New World Order one. They also sported BDK bling and big bimbo tits. These sorority babes seemed eager to please.
Kelsey, Jessica and Lauren appeared to be eager to meet The Black Bull God and the Anaconda. As the young hot babes showed us around campus, we stopped and posed with Big Daddy King’s bronzed likeness. As hot as he looks in his statutes, nothing compares to seeing the Big Daddy King in the flesh. Not only is he The Black Bull God, but he is also simply a God. No man can compete where they don’t compare and no one compares with the anaconda. I took photos of the eager new recruits kneeling at BDK’s statutes and in front of him.
I could see the sorority babes checking out Big Daddy King and basking in his glory. Everywhere we go on the Anaconda World Domination tour I see this kind of adoration. And I know that everywhere we go, BDK will break hearts and ruin white girl pussy for the rest of the male population. I helped the sorority babes get ready for the banquet and dedication ceremony. All four of us wore black thongs that vibrated. And only Big Daddy King could control the vibrating panties. He owns our pussies for life, so these panties seemed fitting.
These girls had not yet seen The Black Bull Cock. And I know that anything they could image would not compare to seeing the anaconda in the flesh. No one ever believes the anaconda is as big and thick as it is. No one. Not even these sorority babes believed the hype about the anaconda. But it’s not hype. It is reality.
The anaconda really appears larger than life. And those girls got to feel the anaconda pulsating under Versace pants at the banquet table. Kelsey thought perhaps some of the images of The Black Bull Cock she looked at online had the help of CGI, so when she felt the anaconda twitch under the table, I caught her look of disbelief on film. Feeling is believing. Now she knew no hype and all real.
The ceremony concluded with a ribbon cutting dedication. And I captured it all on film. On our way to The Black Bull God’s swank new penthouse, we stopped by one of his campus statutes and knelt to our knees and recited the Pledge of Allegiance to the Black New World Order, for which Big Daddy King, as the Supreme Being is the rightful leader. Big Daddy King whipped out the Anaconda and dick slapped us all.
Back at his penthouse we knew how to christen the place. We stripped down to our vibrating black thongs and drank top shelf liquor on the balcony, taking in the beautiful surroundings. But honestly the only thing on our minds was the Black Bull God Cock. I wanted the sorority girls to go first. So, I undid The King’s Gucci belt, and pulled down his Versace pants. Standing before us in white compression shorts that said Black Bull God in diamonds, Kelsey, Lauren and Jessica basked in the glory that is The Black Bull God Cock.
I pulled out the anaconda like I was presenting the world with the largest uncut diamond in the world. Women all over the world covet the anaconda like a precious gemstone. We took turns sucking on the Supreme Being’s gift to womankind, the anaconda. And with a mouthful, we recited the Pledge of Allegiance again. These young coeds almost fainted just from seeing and touching the Black Bull God Cock.
Hands across the Anaconda ensued. Three sorority babes, and one sugar baby OG could not cover all The Black Bull God Cock with our 4 sets of hands. But we sure did try. We lined up along the railing overlooking the Friday Night Lights and begged for Big Daddy King to deep stroke us. Nothing compares to the feeling of the anaconda deep stroking your white wet bald pussy. Nothing. We convulsed and we shook, and we came hard on the Black Bull God Cock screaming, “Big Daddy King Owns Me for life.”
However, the billionaire nut, Big Daddy King saved for our pretty faces. The sorority babes got anointed with The Black Bull God seed. And that makes them official sugar babies and the newest members of the Cult of Anaconda. What a wonderful day spent with The Black Bull God. Every date with Big Daddy King only gets better.
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Cum shots on tits happens all the time in the VIP room. Sometimes cum lands on my tits or one of my girls’ tits. At the club, I entered a more supervisory position a few years ago. I am almost 40. A few years away still, but I am saying it to make it easier when the time approaches. Although I still feature dance, most of the time when I work at the club, I hire new talent and train them too.
And currently I have my hands full with self-entitled twats who do not want to put in the effort to make the big bucks. The adult industry does not mean instant gold mine. And it does not matter if you have the best body, the prettiest face or the best voice. Even with phone sex, a girl must work hard to make bank.
This new girl turned 18 and came straight to the club the next day to apply for a job. Sure, she may have that tiny teen schoolgirl body going for her, but her attitude is off the charts. So, I put her in the VIP room with a big spender who could break her in. I am not talking about fucking the shit out of her. More like humiliate her, make her work for his tips and coat her in cum. Her princess attitude needs to disappear if she plans to make herself and the club money.
Jason wanted nothing more than to break in a bratty new stripper. He dangled the carrot in front of her and made her jump through hoops to earn that dough. I watched on the hidden cam as Jason offered a thousand dollars for each task. If you need money, you jump through those hoops. I could see her princess outlook disappearing with each task. In the adult industry you cannot be too proud. You will not make money being a spoiled vanilla girl.
She licked his asshole. I saw him piss on her. He even gave her some schoolgirl spankings. And he shot his junky load of sperm all over her face, smearing her makeup and dousing her face. She made $4,000 in tips from one client on her first night and did not take cock in her pussy or ass. However, she did a bunch of things she never planned on doing. A greedy whore can make money in the adult industry. However, a perfect little princess phone sex babe cannot make the big bucks.
You have a bratty spoiled princess? I can make her a greedy cum slut too.
Big Daddy King puts the Black and the Cock in black cock phone sex. I mean he is the Black Bull God and millions of white women fall to his feet wherever he goes. Even if a man has not heard of Big Daddy King, I promise you the women in his life sure have. And that includes his wife, his mother, his sister and even his daughter. Generations of women will come out of the womb chanting, “Black Bull God, Black Bull God.”
My beloved King is juggling two tours at once. But since he is the King of all Kings, he can handle it. Doing tours for commercial real estate because of his keen business expertise keeps him busy. But add in the Anaconda World Domination tour because of his superior monster black cock, and Big Daddy King is extra busy. And his tours cause quite the stir in city he visits. Women fall to his feet whether they see him on the beach or at a seminar.
Because BDK is the Supreme Being, and rightful leader of the Black New World Order, he made a goal for 2024 to achieve Global Anaconda World Domination. And that goal includes 100 new BNWO headquarters all over the world. And the first two new headquarters will be constructed in Destin, Washington, DC. As Big Daddy King’s phone sex sugar baby OG, of course I helped plan the building of both.
I take pride in helping with the planning and construction of the one in DC. It is located on the mall with other natural treasures, historic shrines and museums. I mean, Big Daddy King is a God, the Black Bull God, and he belongs in DC. We held an inaugural celebration to christen the newest Black New World Order palace.
Of course, white losers fund all new construction and parties with their money. They must pay to give their woman a chance to be in the most exclusive sugar baby posse in the world. Many men know they cannot compete where they cannot compare. One white loser paid for his entire family to be at the christening of the newest branch of the BNWO.
His ex-wife, his mother, his sister and his daughter. Women of all ages want and need Big Daddy King and his anaconda. We all have tramp stamps that say, “Black Bull God Worshiper.” And we also sport tats that say, “Property of BDK,” and of course, our queen of spades tats and BNWO ones on our ass cheeks.
Big Daddy King will be in his 70s and 80s, and still out fucking men in their 20s and 30s. Plus, he will still have barely legal babes vying for his attention even when he reaches 100. Women off all ages want to be Black Bull God worshipers. But only a few are lucky enough for the honor to touch and feel the King of All Cocks the Anaconda. Me, Baby Doll, Brandy, Destiny and Desiree all got a private christening of the new BNWO headquarters with the Black Bull God himself, Big Daddy King.
Five gfe phone sex babes, and one Black Bull God? All our hands combined could not cover the anaconda. It takes an army of sugar babies to do justice to the Black Bull Cock. Why? Because the anaconda is THAT huge. The anaconda is more than a mouthful and more than a pussy full too. This superior BBC touches spots your wife never knew she had because your little white dick can never find those spots. But the Black Bull Cock snakes inside our girl parts and finds uncharted waters that little white dicks can never find.
We all took turns sucking the Black Bull Cock and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. Then we all took turns riding the anaconda. And that is a religious experience. Our eyes roll in the back of our heads. Our bodies shake and convulse. And we scream, “The Black Bull God Owns Us,” as we cum on that Black Bull Cock.
All 5 of us looked like a gallon of cum spilled on us when Big Daddy King spilled his superior seed. And perhaps it was a gallon, but it was only from one cock, the only cock that matters to women everywhere, the Black Bull God Cock. The anaconda is coming for your woman next!
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Roleplay phone sex lets us pretend to be anyone we want. Plus, it lets us go back in time. And I love traveling back in time with James. In 1981, I got to be a college upper classman and my beloved James was a shy freshman with little game with women. That was until he met me. I happened to be at the right place at the right time. I knew some of his college buddies. And when they described him to me, I knew I had to help him. He sounded nice, just shy around women.
At that point in my life, I had only known bad boys. And I needed a change. So, we arranged a meeting in the student union. I knew when I met James that helping him might be the best thing I ever did. Since the day appeared to be lovely, I suggested a walk around campus. We both finished classes for the day. Plus, spring break loomed near, which meant fewer students on campus.
We got to know each other. Talked about our love for old movies. We fed the ducks. Then I suggested we go back to my dorm room and watch an old Cary Grant movie. My grandma schooled me in all the classic films. Since my roommate left for spring break early, we had the dorm room to ourselves. A classic film, some romantic phone sex, cuddling and popcorn set the mood for my seduction plan.
Tired of bad boys, and genuinely wanting to help James gain some confidence and swag, I decided to take his virginity. So, I kissed him. And it felt like I melted into his body. Perhaps I did. I told him, I wanted to make love. Although he appeared nervous, he let me guide him. After a romantic kiss, I stood up to undress. I felt incredibly sexy under his gaze. James saw me in a way no other boy ever had. I almost felt like a virgin again.
I stepped towards him and let him embrace my naked body. We kissed again. However, this time, I started to kiss down his body, I unzipped his pants and gave him his first blow job and hand job. His cock grew at my touch. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. Even though he admitted to being inexperienced with women, I told him I would guide him. First, I guided his beautiful cock in my hands. Then I guided his cock between my breasts which were heaving for him.
I instructed him to put his hands on the back of my head and guide me in the rhythm he preferred. Feeling him caress the back of my head as I gave him his first blowjob appeared to be all the foreplay I needed. It aroused me to pleasure him. Such a nice boy. Such a handsome and smart one too. The kind of boy who could change my destiny I thought to myself. I could have kept his cock in my mouth all day long. But he wanted to taste my young bald pussy. And I did not stop him. With a little direction on what to do, he made me orgasm before he entered me.
Our bodies felt like one. Making love to James felt right. It felt magical. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed as he thrust his cock in and out of me. Even though I was the experienced one, it felt like the first time for me too. I’d only been with bad boys. James was far from that.
A handsome, smart and kind man seemed foreign to me. But I found one. And I enjoyed being his first. We all remember our first. But once we both came, I told James I hope it is not the last time we make love. As I laid in his arms after making love, I could feel his hart beat next to mind. Could it be I was falling in love so soon?
Do you have a phone sex fetish? I talk to guys every day with a certain kink or fetish. And I meet them at the club all the time too. A couple weeks ago this tall, blonde buff man came into the club and took an interest in me. Turns out he owns a massage parlor. Not a happy ending sort of place, but a legitimate Swedish massage parlor.
When I gave him a lap dance, he told me he could see the stress in my shoulders and back by the way I moved. He gave me his business card and told me to book a session with him. Even promised me a week worth of massages free. How could I say no? Between stripping and phone sex, my body gets into all sorts of awkward positions. So, the next morning I booked my massage with his receptionist.
My first session occurred this morning. Since this was my first professional massage, I didn’t know what to expect. But when Lars came into the room and told me to disrobe, I melted. He helped me on to the table where he instructed me to lay flat on my back. Since I am a stripper, being in my birthday suit never fazes me. I could feel his gaze on my body, and it made my pussy wet. He poured hot oil on me, which made his hands slip in and out of my cracks and crevices. Oh boy, his strong hands felt great.
He slipped a few fingers into my wet bald pussy. I arched my back, spread my legs wider, and let him get his fingers in deeper. I began squirting. He did this thing with his fingers in my pussy with a hand on my belly that no one had ever done before. He said it was a tantric massage. Whatever he did, he found a spot no one had before. A spot I did not know I had either. Even though I squirted, he was not done working out the kinks yet. He massaged my back and my shoulders too working those and I felt the tension leave my body.
Not sure why I never had a professional massage before, but I will get more. My body still feels like jelly and that feels so good. But I think this tantric massage practice might be my new fetish!
