GFE phone calls are my favorite. I love to spoil a man. I love to cater to a man’s every need and make him feel special. I get a lot of practice with that at the strip club. Men come to Big Al’s because they are looking for a connection. They are looking to feel special. I know guys lie all the time at the club. They claim to be sugar daddy types with enough money to put me in a penthouse for life. They have dirt under their fingernails and drinking working man’s liquor like beer in a can and bottom shelf vodka. I have real sugar daddies in my life, I can spot a poser. But guess what? I don’t care because when they are in the club, they are king in my mind. I want to make them think that they run the world. I love building up common men, hard workers who barely scrape by. They come to the club to escape reality, much in the same way guys call for fantasy phone sex. I have real sugar daddies in my life who spoil me rotten and I have the pretend sugar daddies who just need to come to the club and think they are something special. In my mind, all men are special if they don’t act like tools. A guy with a 2 inch pecker claiming he is God’s gift to women, is going to get a wake up call and a lot of humiliation. A nice man who needs a break from his hardworking and boring life is going to be treated like royalty. Josh found out last night when he came into the club. I could tell he had a laborer’s job; his hands betrayed him. He said he was an investment banker in town for business. He bought me drinks and lap dances and likely maxed out his credit card to support his illusion. He was handsome and nice, so I indulged his illusion and gave him the best head and fuck he has ever experienced. For a few hours I made him feel like he really was the rich fat cat he told me he was. I will make you feel special too. You can be my phone sex sugar daddy.
I love gfe phone calls. But I have been spoiled by the real deal, so I don’t want no scrubs. No Splenda daddies can get with me. I was working at the strip club last night when this fat cat rolled in. He was running up a big tab with bottles and lap dances. I didn’t believe he was wealthy. He was bragging about his Bentley and his mansion. He had dirty fingers. Laborer fingers. His hands were dry and cracked. He had a farmer’s tan. This guy did hard labor. Millionaires don’t do labor in 95 degrees because they want too. I know how to spot a sugar daddy. I also know how to spot a poser. My girls at the club thought that just because he had an American Express card and bragged about his riches he was sugar daddy material. I am a highly skilled sugar baby. I didn’t fall for his shit. The other girls fawned all over him while I told Big Al they better run his card because he was racking up charges I was sure he couldn’t pay for. Sure enough his card declined for the $1,200 he had racked up. The bartender ran a $100 first to make sure the card was good for the tab, then she was duped by his bells and whistles too. I told Al to let me handle him. I pulled him up on the stage and tied him to the pole. It was a packed audience too. I think he thought he was getting a pole dance from me. Nope. I yanked off his pants and exposed his tiny weenie. All the girls started laughing. I knew it. I have been a phone sex slut long enough to recognize a poser. He was acting like a fat cat when he was a broke ass loser with a tiny dick to boot. All the girls took turns laughing at him and shaming him in front of the real men. Big Al may never see his money, but that Splenda daddy will think twice before trying to fake his way in between a hot bitch’s legs again.
I love being a phone sex whore. How many jobs can you hang out naked playing with your pussy all day? I get paid to masturbate thanks to horny men like you. Although, I make ample money being a phone whore, I have a few other adult gigs. I look like a bimbo; I will never fit in at an office gig. I have tried to be a secretary, but the women all hate me because bosses and male employees love me. Anyway, I also do some fetish modeling and I strip at a local gentleman’s club that I have danced at for decades. I am not the oldest pole dancer at Big Al’s but I am a far cry from the youngest. I feature dance a couple nights a week or when Big Al calls me personally. He had some high rollers in from Japan. Asian men love buxom blondes. He considered it a personal favor to do a private dance for these out of town businessmen. I love Big Al, so I was happy to help. I love big spenders. I know Asian men don’t have the big cocks I am accustomed too, but I am a greedy whore. If men are spoiling me with big tips, I will act like their little dicks are amazing. These guys went crazy over me. I had not even taken my clothes off yet and they were throwing money at me. Asian women don’t look like me. They took some big tit photos with me. My boobs swallowed a few of the men alive! Instead of Godzilla, it would be my monster boobs that swallowed Tokyo. They spoke very little English, but I understood boobs. I gave them all hand jobs. We were in a VIP room, so anything goes there. They were happy with blowjobs and handjobs thankfully because their dicks would have fallen out of my ruined pussy. My pussy is spoiled by huge monster snake. I only entertained them for a few hours, but they were buying top-shelf bottles and tipping well. Big Al was happy because that group of businessmen spent more money in 2.5 hours in the VIP room than the rest of the club made all day. I can make anyone feel special when they have money.
This phone sex sugar baby joined the only mile high club that matters! My Big Daddy King was fresh off a Japan trip and wanted to spoil his blonde bimbo Barbie with a Vegas trip. He is the Living Legend for a reason. He told me only to pack bikinis and lingerie. Vegas was in for a treat because my King is a high roller, the highest roller. There are wealthy Vegas rollers, then there is Big Daddy King. I packed a quick bag after I lavished my King with kisses and took to Instagram to brag about my Living Legend Sugar Daddy. I had to let the Splenda Daddies and white cock losers know I was about to board a plane to Sin City with one and only man that matters. Talk about a snake on a plane! I had to see the Anaconda. I couldn’t wait till we got to our Penthouse suite in Vegas. I am a snake charmer. I wanted my big black snake. I needed my anaconda. I begged Big Daddy King to let me worship his snake on his plane. He cannot deny his princess anything. I was on my knees waiting for the man sleeve to come out of his Gucci pants and belt. Only the best threads for my BDK. I squealed like those bimbos in the movie when they saw thousands of snakes. But I was not squealing from fear. I was squealing in delight as the anaconda made its appearance. Monster snake on a private jet. I lavished the anaconda in its diamond encrusted man sleeve with princess kisses. I gave equal love to my King’s billionaire balls. This million dollar sugar baby and snake charmer couldn’t wait to choke on the only cock that matters, the anaconda. The anaconda is too big for the cargo; almost too big for my pussy. Almost. I have years of practice being a top snake charmer. I took a ride on a big old jetliner and got the kind of explosion that would make most planes explode mid air. Big Daddy King has no ordinary anything. His private jet can withstand his billionaire nut sauce exploding inside my million dollar sugar baby pussy. My King is the best Sugar Daddy in he world. I was treated like a queen and we weren’t even in Vegas yet. My High Roller and his princess are gonna tear Vegas up in style. Haters gonna hate. Splenda daddies gonna cry. But Big Daddy King and I are gonna put the Sin in Sin City.
Brian wanted to worship my wet bald pussy. I put on something sexy for him. Just for him. He started licking my pussy like it was his last meal. He even worshiped my hot ass too. He was getting hard just worshiping my sweet fuck holes. He said he could be between my legs forever. I instructed him on how to lick and where to lick. When he started to finger my pussy, I was wild with excitement. I was writhing around on the bed like a cat in heat. Brian’s fingers were nice and long just like his cock. It didn’t take long before I had a hot squirting pussy all over his face. My pussy juice changed him. He went from being my slave to being my master. He grabbed my long blonde locks, so he could skull fuck me. I was gagging and choking on his trouser snake. My pussy got wetter as I slobbered and gagged on his fuck stick. I was turning blue from lack of air. Fat fuck stick was blocking my airways. Brian was lost in the sensation of my hot mouth on his cock. His balls were snug on my chin because I had him balls deep. I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. But guess what? I would do it all again just to be Brian’s private big dick sucker. Some cocks are just worth some pain.
Roleplay phone sex lets us be whoever we want. I had a hot call last night working the graveyard shift. He wanted a True Blood kind of roleplay fantasy. For those of you who don’t know, that was a vampire series on HBO. I loved the idea of being a sexy vamp. Vampires cannot deny their masters, the ones who turn them. When he told me, he wanted a younger version of me as a plaything, I went hunting at night at the local mall. Dressed in black, I spotted the perfect little angel. She appeared to be a hot teen slut. Part of the selfie generation. I spotted her taking about 300 selfies till she got one she liked. She was the queen bee of her group. Perfect for master. Perfect for her too. She would never grow old. She will always have her looks and always have a tight young bald pussy. That was what master really wanted. A pussy that felt new and unused every time his monster cock penetrated it. I am a hot looking woman, so I was able to lure Miss Selfie away with the bullshit line that I could get her a casting call with a director for an upcoming horror film. She bought it hook line and sinker. She did have a casting call for a horror movie. It was just one for the afterlife. She thought she was auditioning for a vampire movie. When she realized she had really been bit, my pussy got so wet. I watched her die and be reborn as a teen slut for eternity. She should be grateful to me. She will always look hot. She will always be tight. She will never grow old. Master was quite pleased with her tight pussy too. Fantasy phone sex can be so much fun. What is your ultimate fantasy?
I am a phone sex switch. That means I can be a bad ass dominant bitch who laughs at your tiny dick and turns you into my private sissy slave or I can be the submissive slut who begs for your cock. I lean towards submissive because I am a cock pleaser. Nothing more gives me pleasure than giving a man pleasure. Emphasis on man. This hunk picked me up yesterday afternoon at my local watering hole. He was out of place in a dive bar, but he was visiting family nearby and needed an escape. He had a watch on that cost more than my car. He was in clothes that suggested that he had money. When we left the bar, we were in a car that cost more than my house. I was hopeful that I could be his part time sugar baby mistress. He tried to hide that he was married, but the white mark on his ring finger gave it away. Men think they are so sly. His idea of foreplay was spanking and rough oral. I am no stranger to either, however, you must have a big dick for rough oral with a girl like me. I can suck an anaconda. This guy may have a good job and a good income, but he was sporting a 4 inch dick. He would have needed to use his fist to give me a hardcore fucking in any of my holes. He was not happy that I wasn’t gagging on his dick. I tried to be the slut he wanted, but he lacked the dick I needed to be a good little whore. I came clean. If you enjoy humiliation phone sex, you would have loved the litany of small dick slams I hurled at him. He ended up running out of my house on the verge of tears. Poor little small dick loser. You want to dominate me? You need a huge cock for that privilege.
When you look like a blonde bombshell, hot ass sex is what guys want from you. I could have gone two ways looking like me. I could have been a classy socialite who married well and never worked. Think trophy wife. Or, I could be classy when I must be, but a bimbo most of the time. I think bimbos have more fun. We certainly get bigger cocks. I could be a trophy wife, but I enjoy being a stripper and dirty chat operator. It allows me to be me. I don’t have to pretend to be monogamous and worry if I will get caught cheating and make my pre nup null and void like my best friend. She married a much older man who is rich as fuck. He has an old dick that rarely works. She is in her sexual prime and needs to fuck. She uses my pad as her cheating palace. Her and her latest boy toy were over last night while I was at the strip club. I came home and noticed a car I knew parked a few houses down. Took me a few moments to remember that the car belonged to a private investigator. He was watching me a few years ago because I was banging some wealthy married man and his wife wanted to catch him with his mistress. I may be a bimbo, but I am smart. I drove past the car discreetly and pulled around back. I told my friend and devised a plan. She took my car and I went out front with her boy toy, so it looked like I was with him. I gave him head in my driveway and fucked him in his car. It was after 3 am, but I put on a good show for the PI. I am an exhibitionist anyway. The way it would appear was that my friend was spending the night, but the stud belonged to me. The PI knows I enjoy fucking, so he could report back to my friend’s hubby that the I am the dirty whore, not his wife. The truth is we are both dirty whores, just I am the one not married. I plan to keep it that way so I can fuck who I want when I want.
If you are into gfe phone sex, you have serious competition. Just saying because there are sugar daddies, then there is the The Living Legend of all sugar daddies, Big Daddy King. Our sugarversary is quickly approaching and like the legend he is, he paid me a surprise visit in between business deals and satisfying porn stars. Big Daddy King is the King of my pussy. The King of my world. Before him, my life was full of Splenda daddies. My relationship with My King has lasted almost three years. He calls me his anchor. He is my rock. He is my everything. I wanted to take a ride on the sugar stick the moment he arrived home, but he blindfolded me for a special sugarversary surprise. He never stops spoiling me. I was in a white bikini showing off my tramp stamp. My bikini was adorned with diamonds that spelled BDK on my big tits and my pussy. Why? Because this blonde bimbo sugar baby belongs to BDK. I want all the haters, all the wannabe sugar daddies and all the sugar baby rejects to know I belong to The Living Legend. I almost passed out when I saw my special gift. A custom made black and pink Mercedes. I have the best sugar daddy on the planet! He is legendary for his riches, his kindness to his favorite girls and because of the anaconda (#LivingLegendDaddyDick). This was a super fine car from a super fine man. The best man in the world with the best cock in the world knows how to spoil his sugar baby princess.
We have all seen the video of Tommy Lee steering the boat with his cock, but not even Tommy Lee could shift gears with his cock on my new Mercedes. My King can though. He is that Huge. I took to social media to brag as I washed the car with my bedazzled boobs. I could see the bulge in My King’s pants as I soaped up my awesome sugarversary present. I begged to see the anaconda. My wish was granted. It is a royal cock. As I unzipped his pants, out fell the anaconda in it’s glory sporting a white bejeweled man sleeve that said Big Daddy King The Living Legend. There was still room for more because the anaconda is a monster cock. My ruby red lips began to kiss the head of the greatest cock in the world. The tip is bigger than your cock! I was jonesing for my million dollar medicine. I sat on the hood of my hot new ride and worshiped the anaconda. It was the perfect christening for my sugarversary present. Before long, Big Daddy King was giving the blonde anchor of his stable, his anchor. I squealed in such delight, I am sure they heard me in the next county. I never really had cock, until I met my King. His billionaire nut sauce is better than the best champagne around. BDK always gives me a hot squirting pussy. I am still glowing in the aftermath of yesterday. Best Sugar Daddy ever. Best cock ever. He is the Living Legend for a reason. Thank you, My King, for the best suagarversary ever. #you wishhater. #splendadaddiesneednotapply. #BigDaddyDick. #thetipisbiggerthanyourdick. #thekingofmypussy.
I take a lot of big tit photos because I am proud of my fat titties. I started out in the adult industry doing nude modeling, fetish modeling specifically, but turned out guys loved my big tits more than anything. Over the weekend, I featured danced at a club. I have danced a few nights a week at Big Al’s for years. When I was 18, Al hired me because I looked like a bad ass biker babe and his Harley riders would love me. Some of those bikers still come to the club over a decade later just to see me. Big Al made a rare appearance at his club on Monday night. I know you are thinking Monday? Believe it or not, it is a good money day. Weekends at strip clubs are filled with frat type boys and drunk rednecks, neither tip well and neither have the money for VIP rooms. The Monday crowd is motorcycle boys and out of town businessmen. Both of those groups have money to spend on a hot bitch like me. Big Al is in his 60s, but with Viagra he still can get a boner. I have always been his favorite stripper because I have never cheated him out of money and I am good at what I do. I love teasing men. I love pleasing them more, so what ever they want, I deliver. I am a big money maker for him. I didn’t have a chance to remind him Monday, because he bought all my time for the night. Now, I made money, but he was out of money! The other girls at the club were jelly because the club owner only had Cassandra on his mind on his rare appearance in the club. I am used to jelly bitches. I gave an old man boner after boner Monday night. Al has been good to me, so I was good to his cock. He compensated me well too. Not only did he eat my pussy for hours, he tipped me $10,000 for the night. A hot squirting pussy and a wad of cash is a good night at the club.
