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I literally had hot ass sex yesterday. Big Daddy King took me to get my tramp stamp tattoo that reads property of Big Daddy King. Now, he is THE KING, so only the best tattoo artist in the world could ink his new bimbo. He got the guys from the TV show Ink Masters to brand me. We originally thought a tat would look great on my ass. Big Daddy King is very fond of my ass, so it seemed fitting that it be branded with is name. But, I am proud to be his bitch. I want other girls to know who owns me so we decided on a tramp stamp. I also want all those loser white boys constantly hitting on me to know I am off limits. I was laying on my stomach getting inked while my daddy teased me with his Anaconda. This was all being filmed too so folks could see what a bitch is willing to do for her King. My eyes got so big when I saw the man sleeve. It was feeding time for me. Seeing his humongous cock poking out of its sleeve at me, made me forget all about the pain of getting inked. I begged my King to let me worship the Anaconda while getting branded. He is such a benevolent King too. He granted my wish. I slurped and sucked on the best cock, the only cock in the world for me while getting my tramp stamp so everyone knows I belong to a king, THE KING. I was lucky that Big Daddy King loved the tattoo so much he fucked me on the table with the cameras running in front of the celebrity ink masters. We made a wicked hot porn for the world to see. I am proud to be owned by The King. I will do anything for him.
There is 2 girl phone sex, then there is 2 girl phone fun with Big Daddy King. Yesterday, I was so lucky. I was the new Bimbo on the boat. Big Daddy King invited me and this hot MILF Melinda to join him on his yacht. I had chills because it is such an honor to be on his yacht. He doesn’t invite just anyone. There was high end champagne to drink and all the creature comforts of high class living. But all that really mattered was the ANACONDA. Big Daddy King has a beast for a cock. Melinda and I are pals, but we had to fight for the honor of first dibs on the best cock around. When I see the ANACONDA in its man sleeve dangling between Big Daddy King’s legs, I get so excited. I know what that monster cock can do for me. I begged to kiss it. I begged to take it in my mouth and get it fully erect. Even at half mast, the King’s cock is bigger and better than any other cock, black or white, that I have ever seen. Big Daddy King could see the struggle was real. Melinda and I were both salivating in eager anticipation of the best cock in the world. Two greedy black cock phone sex whores were side by side begging to be fed. The ANACONDA touched our lips, sending chills all over our bodies. We opened our mouths wide to get fed. Big Daddy King said, “eenie meenie miney moe.” I was the lucky first bimbo to get to taste the best cock in the world. Melinda and I took turns sharing the ANACONDA. You could feed a large army of whores with HIS cock. The boat got to rockin as the King took turns fucking his bitches. I have never been fucked so well. Just when I think Big Daddy King cannot spoil me any better, he invites me on his yacht with a hot mature babe and fucks me like I am royalty. It is good to be HIS queen.
There is black cock phone sex, then there is Big Daddy King Anaconda phone sex! I am the luckiest blonde bimbo in the world. I wake up now in HIS penthouse. It is a palace fit for THE KING. Big Daddy King has the most magnificent cock I have ever seen. I was so lucky to be presented first thing this morning with The ANACONDA. He was before me in all his glory, with a sleeve on his monster cock. I wanted to awaken The BEAST. I became motorboat bimbo Barbie. I used my big tits to awaken the ANACONDA. The bouncing of my big beautiful breasts against that dark beautiful monster cock brought it to life quickly. Even in a sleep state, Big Daddy King’s cock is bigger than any white man I have had. I begged to kiss the head of the BEAST. I begged to suck the greatest cock on the earth. Even if I wasn’t a submissive whore, I would want my fuck holes owned and destroyed by his ANACONDA. He skull fucked me until I begged him to fuck my pussy. I wanted to feel every huge, thick inch stretching my pussy out. There are big black cocks, then there is Big Daddy King cock. He is amazing. I get chills just in the presence of his cock. I start to convulse with excitement as he penetrates every inch of my pussy. It feels like I am being stabbed, but it is a hurt’s so good kind of feeling. He takes such good care of me. He even told me I could quit my dead end job because he is my Sugar Daddy now. He is the sugar daddy of all sugar daddies and I gave him my sugar as I screamed, “I’m cumming on Big Daddy King’s cock.” I gushed an ocean of cum fit for a King, THE KING. Then the most amazing thing happened. He filled me up with cum. Not just any cum though. A river of golden cum filled my pussy up. I will drip his golden nectar all day long. I’m not sure how I got so lucky to be his queen, but I will be the best sex doll he has ever had. I am owned by BDK.
GFE phone sex is real thing. Guys love to talk to a sexy sure thing. Most men looking for the girlfriend experience are workaholics. Business men who have little time for the dating game. Face it, girls are mostly cock teases. They go out with men for free meals and a good time. Girls like me are not teases. We are whores. Whores put out. Whores do what men want. Whores talk to a man about his life, his work , his fantasies, his fetishes. Whores don’t judge. Whores don’t tell. Whores are cheaper than real girlfriends. Yes I am 2.00 a minute, but let’s break that down. You are paying to get what you want in a certain time frame. No need to wine and dine a whore with the hope she may put out. No hidden fees with me. Two dollars a minutes gets you whatever you want, however many times you want it too. No need to fake interest in my life. No need to worry about calling me the next day in hopes you can waste more money and not get lucky. No need to buy me clothes or take me on trips. When you consider the high cost of dating, a phone sex whore really is a cheaper, better option. It certainly is a sure thing.
I don’t have much experience with cuckold phone sex, but that all changed when I met Big Daddy King last week at the mall. He is a real man. He is THE MAN. After he saved me from the embarrassment that my loser ex boyfriend bestowed on me with his maxed out credit card, he moved me into his fancy penthouse made for a king. Made for THE KING. But before I started shacking up with the best man, the ONLY MAN, with the biggest cock I have ever seen (14 FUCKING INCHES), he made sure to cuckold my boyfriend as a parting favor. I have never seen another man humiliate my loser ex like that. But then Big Daddy King is not just any man. He is THE MAN. My ex was forced to watch as I worshiped the only cock that matters. He was forced to listen to me praise the beauty and magnificence of Big Daddy King’s monster cock. There I was on my knees in front of MY KING eagerly awaiting the privilege of kissing his swollen perfect huge cock head. His cock dangled in front of me like a snake. Like an ANACONDA. My eyes got big as I saw it fall out of his pants in nothing but a white sleeve that said ANACONDA. My loser ex was whimpering like a little baby watching my excitement over an extraordinary cock. I certainly never gagged on his cock, and I certainly never begged for it. You beg for Big Daddy King’s ANACONDA. Wearing his cum on my face and tits is a badge of honor. It is a mark of ownership. I belong to Big Daddy King now. My loser ex will just have to deal with the fact that he can never measure up to the man, the myth, the legend who is Big Daddy King.
OMG. The most amazing thing happened to me today. It is my birthday and this guy I am seeing gave me his credit card to go on a little shopping spree. I was checking out when his card declined. Can you believe that? He gave me a maxed out credit card. In that moment, I saw a beautiful black man come up to the counter. The sales girl called him Big Daddy King. I had heard about him. He is somewhat of a legend. He looked at me and smiled. I quivered. I was in the presence of greatness. He asked me why I looked so sad and I explained my predicament. Just like that he made my problem go away with an act of gratitude that can never fully be repaid. He pulled out a stack of money and paid my tab. No one has ever been so nice to me before. I thanked him profusely. I wanted to be with him so badly. I could see the anaconda in his pants. This was a debt I certainly didn’t mind repaying. I walked out of the store on his arm still in awe over his act of kindness. We got to his car and he offered me a ride. A Ferrari. One of the best cars around. Totally a car made for a king, Big Daddy King. He saw my delight over his hot ride. He let me writhe around on it like a cat in heat taking selfies for Instagram. My pussy juice certainly coated the hood of his car. I fell to my knees. At the count of 3 he graced me with the most amazing cock I have ever seen. Thirteen inches of pure black meat. I kissed the head and quivered. I have sucked some cock in my life, but Big Daddy King doesn’t have some cock. He has The cock. I am now his bitch for life. I am the property of Big Daddy King . I choked and gagged, but it was all worth it. He fucked me harder and better than anyone ever has before. On the hood of his Ferrari too. I begged for his cum. I begged for his nut juice. I screamed I am the property of Big Daddy King as I creamed on his anaconda. The Best Fuck of My Life. No cock will ever measure up. No man will ever measure up. My pussy is now fit for a king. Big Daddy King.
This phone sex sluts loves a good workout. I have been busting my ass to get into shape. I have a home gym now. I hired this guy to be my personal trainer. He has really whipped my body into better shape. We had a session yesterday. Before then, there had only been innocent flirting. My masters would not be happy to know that I was flirting with my trainer, let alone fucking him. But, it is so nice sometimes to get attention from men. I mean real attention, not abuse and humiliation. I know I am a submissive whore; just a worthless fuck pig, but my trainer kept telling me what a fantastic body I have. Men tell me I am fat and ugly all the time, so it was nice to hear. When my boobs popped out of my leotard doing a chest exercise, he couldn’t maintain his level of professionalism. He buried his face between my tits and motor boated me. I have not been motor boated in forever. Usually my tits are just punching bags.
He told me he was my slave. I’ve never heard that before. I had a guy weak for me. I could make him do whatever I wanted. I didn’t waste any time telling him to eat my pussy. No one eats my pussy. As a submissive, guys don’t care about my pleasure. It is all about them. So I had my trainer work my wet bald pussy out for hours. He did a great job of stretching it too. After an hour of warm ups on my clit, he started stretching the muscles inside with his fingers then eventually his cock which was nice and thick. Been a long time since I had a workout that was really good for me. I came a dozen times. I hope we can keep training together because I already feel my skin glowing and my heart racing. Maybe you can give my pussy and ass a work out too? Just don’t tell any of my masters that I came hard on your cock.
I am not the typical girl men call for GFE phone sex. I am here to plead my case why I make the perfect GFE phone whore, however. First, I am stunning. I’m a blonde goddess. I can look slutty or I can look classy, whichever you prefer. I stand at almost 5’8. I have 40 DD breasts. Blonde hair, blue eyes with curves in all the right places. I have been told I am quite beautiful. So, I will look good on your arm. I make a good show piece. Second, I am actually highly educated. Not many people know that I am smart. They assume if I am a phone whore it is because I cannot do anything else. They like to think of me as a blonde bimbo. I have an Ivy League education. I paid for that education by escorting. I left home at 18 with nothing more than $10 in my pocket. I had to get creative with how I made money. Sex sells. I found out that as a submissive whore, it sells even more. That brings me to my third point. I am a submissive slut. Consider me a GFE with a twist. You can beat me. You can degrade me. You can gang bang me. You can piss on me. You can spank me. You can fist me. You can strangle me. You can fuck me bare back. You can do anything you want to me. I am your whore. You pay for me, you own me. Who wouldn’t want a beautiful intelligent woman he could do absolutely anything to? Wine and dine me in public with your colleagues and friends, then take me home and do the things to me no other woman would ever allow. I never say no. You won’t be disappointed.
I’m perfect for a big tit photos shoot. Men love big knockers, fake or real. I answered an ad on the Back Pages for busty models. Easy cash I thought. I have no problem showing off my big boobs for cash or a high five. When I arrived at the address given, I was shocked to discover that the photographer was rather young. Apparently, he was just using the ad as a ploy to get women to show him his boobs. Rather ingenious for his age actually. I was disappointed because I needed some cash, but I was impressed with his creativity. At his age, I never would have thought to go to such links to see a guy’s dick. I had to show him my boobs, even if just for his paper route money. I pulled one tit out and licked it. He creamed his shorts. Shot his load in 30 seconds. Seriously, all it took was a nipple lick. He was embarrassed, so I gave him head. Pretty sure he wasn’t going to call the cops on me. I felt bad for the boy going through such an elaborate rouse to see some boobs and creaming his pants so quickly. I blew his pecker back to life so he could cum on my tits. I got $5 out of it all. Not exactly party money, but I did have a Starbucks on the future Ron Jeremy.
