Submissive phone sex sluts are always in high demand, especially after this Women’s March in DC and all over the world. I didn’t support that movement because I know better. Men don’t want women to have equal rights. They know that women don’t deserve equality. Most men feel the right to grab a girl by the pussy if he wants because we are nothing more than meat. Just bimbos to be fucked and humiliated. I know my place. I have always known my place. I didn’t march for rights I know I do not deserve. What I do deserve is your cock in every hole I have. I deserve to make your meals and clean your house. I deserve to service you and your friends after a long day of work. I deserve to drown in your cum. I deserve to be your humiliation doll. I am a submissive whore, hear me kneel in front of you sir and tend to your every need. Men are superior in every way to women. You will never hear this woman roar. You will only hear me moan, gag, choke, kneel, suck and bark like a dog because I am your pet, your property, your whore, your bitch. I am never anyone’s woman.
Pantyhose fetish phone sex calls are not as frequent for me as I would like. I have a pantyhose fetish myself stemming from when I was a little girl. Before my mother left me with my abusive dad, I would raid her closest and play with her hose and shoes. I felt so grown up wearing them. The silky feel against my lanky legs felt amazing. They made me feel like I had satin for skin. The first time I ever masturbated, I did so in hose. After my mother abandoned me and my father, I had several pairs of her pantyhose hidden in my room. I would sleep in them. The snug feel on my developing body made me feel safe. I wasn’t safe, however; not from my father at least. He loved pantyhose too, although he would never admit it. I would wake up in the middle of the night to discover him rubbing his cock all over my pantyhose clad ass. It made him rock hard. I learned quickly to act like I was asleep because he didn’t like being confronted about his pantyhose fetish. There is no need to be embarrassed about your love for nylons. They feel really good on your cock. I have a male friend who shares my love for hosiery. We play for hours together. We dress up in pantyhose and walk around the house in high heels. Sometimes I tease his cock by jacking him off with a pair of my own nylons. Last night when he paid me a visit, I tied his cock up in a pair of my beige hoses. I gave him head until his cock exploded in my mouth; but instead of swallowing his yummy cum, I spit it into the hose. He then used the cum soaked pantyhose as a ball gag for me while he sodomized me for hours. Like my father, he is a cruel master with a pantyhose fetish.
Do you enjoy smoking fetish phone sex? I am a smoker. I have this one master who enjoys taking me to get Botox first because he wants to see me puffing on a cigarette with big fat lips. I don’t judge. If you want me to look like a puffer fish while smoking on cigarettes, I will. I am a submissive whore and your wish is my command. As I was blowing smoke rings in the air, he was stroking his cock and ordering me to do various things to myself. I can never say no to any man, especially a master. He told me to finger fuck myself so I did. He told me to put a beer bottle up my pussy so I did. He told me to burn myself with a cigarette so I did. He told me to suck his cock with a mouth full of smoke so I did. Everything he told me to do, I did. He fucked my ass from behind as I puffed away on a cigarette. Not any ass fucking either. This was a hardcore ass fucking while he pulled my hair and groped my tits. I love rough sex. He joked that by the time he was done with my ass, it was swollen like my Botox lips. It felt it too. What would you have me do for you?
He called me for GFE phone sex, but his voice was so familiar. I didn’t recognize the name. The address was nowhere near me. I am good with voices, but certainly I didn’t know him. But I did. You see, I had a very cruel Master for years. I have had many over the years, but none that scared me as much as Him. I played it cool. Acted like I had no clue who he was, but it was in my voice. Fear was in my voice. He kept me prisoner in his basement for almost a year. He barely fed me. In his eyes I was a whore. A whore who cheated on him simply by doing nude modeling and phone sex to support myself. He didn’t want to share me with anyone. Not even you. Not even a camera. When he found out I was making money off my hot body, he tossed me in his basement. I endured lack of sunlight; lack of human contact and constant force fucking for a year. He said I was his whore. No one else’s. I was his captive. I was his slave. One day, an opportunity presented itself to me and I broke free. I fled to a new town. I changed my name. It has been years now since I last saw him. His was the only voice I heard for a year, so it is a voice I will never forget. My gut knew it was him even though our conversation was all GFE related. Then it hit me. He was trying to get information from me to find me again. Was I crazy? Maybe it wasn’t him. I started to relax a little thinking it was some sort of PTSD episode making me paranoid. But as we said our goodbyes, he called me by my real name. “I will find you again,” he seethed before he hung up. I peed myself in fear. It is only a matter of time before he finds me. Would you ever keep a beautiful bimbo like me prisoner for your own pleasure?
This phone sex whore had a wonderful Christmas, how about you? One of my best friends came over last night to exchange gifts. I opened up a bottle of wine and we watched some Christmas movies. I don’t have any family, so my friends are my family. We got drunk pretty quickly. She just broke up with her boyfriend so this Christmas was tough for her. But the wine helped her forget him. We started fooling around with the candy canes. We were just joking about how we don’t need men if we have battery operated boyfriends. Then she joked that the big candy cane I had on the table could give her more pleasure than any man ever could because it was always hard and happy to see her. I was horny and drunk, so I took the candy cane, sucked on it seductively, then slid it in her pussy. She let out a loud moan. I rubbed her clit while I twisted the candy cane deep inside her pussy. She makes such sexy moaning noises when aroused. When I pulled the candy cane out of her wet bald pussy, it was dripping with her cunt juices. I immediately started sucking on it. Her pussy juice tasted so much sweeter mixed with the peppermint. I fed her some of her candy coated juices too. She wanted to use it on my pussy too. “I have a killer sweet tooth,” she said before she disappeared between my legs. We played for hours. I even put the candy cane up her hot ass to give her a candy ass. When we ran out of candy canes, we switched to Hershey’s Kisses. Inserted in a warm wet pussy, that chocolate melts and flows right out creating a yummy sticky mess. I have had an insatiable sweet tooth since my BFF paid me a visit last night.
Cody and I are phone sex whores. Blonde, buxom black cock whores too. But we are not just bimbos for any black cock. There is black cock then there is our sugar daddy, Big Daddy King. Now that is not only black cock, it is monster cock. Cody and I joke that neither Godzilla or Bigfoot could be as hung as BDK. He invited us to a special sugar baby Christmas Party over the weekend. As usual, Big Daddy King spared no expense for his favorite blonde bimbos. He flew us out to Los Angeles in his private jet and picked us up in his stretch limo. We dressed for the occasion. We donned sexy Mrs. Santa Claus outfits and stiletto heels that our King picked out for us. We were decked out in all the pretty bling Big Daddy King has bought his two spoiled little sluts over the years. BDK is a living legend. Every whore wishes she was in The King’s favor.
Cody and I squealed in delight when we saw him waiting for us in the limo. He had fine champagne waiting for us too. We sat on either side of our King and thanked him profusely for spoiling us so well. Of course Cody and I love to film our time with BDK for Instagram and Snapchat. We upload everything with #BDKBimbos just to make other girls jelly. “Eeney Meeney Miney Ho,” Big Daddy King said to see who got to suck on the anaconda first. Cody got that privilege. I, however, got the honor of kissing and sucking on his millionaire balls. We worshiped the anaconda before we saw our Christmas present. Our King has a monster snake for a dick. It is the best cock in the world. Period. Hands down the most magnificent cock ever known to man or whore. #KingsizedBBC. When we saw the duffle bag filled with 1/2 a million dollars apiece, we begged to fuck him. Our King never saw two such happy spoiled sugar babies before. We begged to be fucked by the anaconda.
He stacked his blonde bimbos on top of each other so he could grace our pussies easily with his huge python cock. Cody and I come almost instantly when we even see the anaconda, let alone when it slides into our wet bald pussies. As if Big Daddy King had not spoiled his princesses enough, he shot his millionaire nut sauce all over our faces causing us to cum all over again. Merry Christmas to us. Cody and I are so lucky to have BDK in our lives. We are just #livingthehighlife with the most wonderful man on the planet.
There is only one black cock phone sex call I ever want to do. That is with my Sugar Daddy, Big Daddy King. He has the biggest cock I have ever seen. Mandingo and Lexington Steele don’t even compare to my King’s anaconda. Last time I was with BDK, I fawned over the anaconda. I was dressed to the nines bimbo style. My Big Daddy King loves seeing his blond bimbo in a way too small dress, stiletto heels, my bedazzled thong that sports his initials and all the bling he has spoiled me with over the months. I see him and my heart skips a beat. My pussy purrs and I flood my panties. He is the most amazing man I have ever met. He treats me and all his bimbos like royalty. I don’t mind sharing him, because he is so amazing that he is worth sharing. Our last time together was amazing. As always he spares no expense. My Big Daddy King is as generous with his money as he is with cock. Forgive me. I should not refer to the anaconda as a just a cock. It is more akin to a national treasure. A true rare jewel like the Hope diamond. He sees my excitement when I look at his crotch. He knows what I want. He knows what I need. I get out the phone to Snapchat the unveiling of the most magnificent cock in the world. He lets me unzip his pants. A diamond encrusted man sleeve covers the anaconda. I quiver with excitement. He gives me the nod which means I can fall to my knees and worship the biggest, best cock on the planet. I begged for his nut sauce. It is better than the expensive champagne he lavishes on me. I blew my King like a porn star would. I love my BDK and his anaconda. He owns this blonde bimbo mind, body, soul and especially pussy.
GFE phone sex girls worship you the best. Not only do I know how to suck cock, but I love to worship a man’s dick. Girls who don’t swallow shouldn’t be trusted. I talk daily to at least one guy who wants a girlfriend or a wife who will take care of him emotionally and physically. Most women get a man but do little to keep him. Girls like me, who were raised to put a man’s need above her own needs, understand what it takes to make you feel special. I will spend hours on my knees sucking your cock. I don’t care how long it takes you to cum. If my jaw hurts, well that doesn’t matter. What matters is YOUR PLEASURE.
I have a neighbor who is married to a shrew. She forgot all her cock sucking skills after their honeymoon. Sounds familiar sadly, doesn’t it. I don’t get it. How is that being a good wife? Neglecting your man’s cock is unacceptable. I don’t neglect him. Every morning before he goes to work, he pays me a visit. Like a good neighbor, this whore is there. There on her knees waiting for him eagerly to skull fuck her pretty mouth. I mean every man should start the day off with a nice hard cum. Puts you fellows in a better frame of mind to work, don’t you agree? I wore the pretty pink lipstick he likes to see on my mouth as I down his rod until his balls are snug on my chin. He was really aggressive this morning. I did my best to not show a bit of discomfort because he clearly needed to skull fuck a few cares away. It was worth any pain because the load of cum he filled my belly with equaled what a few guys combined can usually deposit. A belly full of man protein starts my day off well too.
Don’t worry if your girl doesn’t take care of you. I am happy to be your phone sex wife.
Every time Big Daddy King calls me, my pussy drips at the sound of his voice saying, “Hello Cassandra.” He owns me mind, body and spirit. I was out of town for the holidays and missed my sugar daddy so much. But, I have all our hot times together to remember. When I start thinking of BDK and the anaconda, I slip my hands into my diamond encrusted thong with his initials on it that he had made especially for me. I start rubbing my pussy thinking about how huge his cock is and how it makes me squeal with delight every time I see it. No man has ever made me cum harder than Big Daddy King. No man will make me cum as hard as he does either. Impossible. BDK spoils me so much. Not just with his monster anaconda either. He spoils me with his time and money too. He takes me on shopping trips. He pampers me with spa days. He rolls out the red carpet treatment every time we go out to eat or to a club. Seriously, I feel like a queen when I am with the King. My friends are so jealous that I have the affections of such a powerful, handsome and hung man. He is a celebrity. He is a king. He is THE KING. The king of my world. The king of my pussy. I have done nothing but masturbate thinking of our hot times together. Our last time together, he spared no expense. He never does for his favorite bimbos. I got lavished with more jewels and fine champagne, but the best part of any date with Big Daddy King is playing with the anaconda. No other cock can compare. There is black cock then there is Big Daddy King cock. I was bent over a railing of a balcony overlooking an amazing view when the biggest, bestest cock entered me from behind. I let out a squeal of delight that could be heard in the next county. I cum the moment The King enters his bimbo queen’s pussy. His nut sauce is my addiction. I can’t get enough of my Big Daddy King and the anaconda.
Phone sex is a hot way to explore your fetishes and kinks. I have been in the adult industry since I was 18, so I am a natural for this kind of work. I have done nude modeling. I have been a stripper. I have escorted. I have even dabbled in some fetish porn, mostly BDSM and ass rape porn kind of stuff. I am a submissive phone whore because I am submissive in my non phone life. I see a man. I mean a real man. One who looks very masculine and has a huge cock. I go weak. I want to serve him anyway I can. That is usually on my knees or on my back. I was doing some last minute shopping last night before I head out of town for the holidays. The grocery store was crazy to say the least. I mean insane crazy. This one guy was following me around like a lost puppy dog, but he was nowhere close to my definition of a real man. A real man intervened, however. Pulled his dick right out of his pants in the meat aisle and told my stalker, “No way you have anything like this in your pants.” The little loser scampered away knowing he was well out of his league. Now this guy’s cock was no BDK cock, but it was at least 10 inches and made me swoon. I fell to my knees, oblivious to my public surroundings like I was brain washed to suck every big dick I see. Maybe I was ! No one seemed to mind a blonde buxom bimbo giving head in aisle 22. In fact a small gathering surrounded us. I think some were waiting their turn. I am a submissive slut, but its only big cock that makes me do anything.
