I love GFE phone sex. Of course, as a sugar baby to the Living Legend, I am spoiled. I find that most guys who say they are sugar daddies, are Splenda daddies instead. They can’t measure up. I met Troy at the gym. He is my personal trainer. He talks a mean game. He knows who I am and he knows what I do for a living. A girl like me craves attention. He has been lavishing me with it too. So, I caved finally and agreed to go out on a date with him Saturday night. He knew I was the high-end GFE type. He knew he had big shoes to fill. We were at this exclusive new restaurant in town. The restaurant was on top of the building with a 360 view of the city. My menu had no prices. We had a great dinner. Enjoyable conversation too. He still couldn’t compare to what I am accustomed too, but he was not a Splenda daddy. Well, he wasn’t until he went to pay the bill. I know what you are thinking. His AMEX gold card declined. It is worse than that. The AMEX gold card was in his mother’s name. This loser tried to buy me dinner on his mother’s credit card. The waiter couldn’t run the card because he was clearly not Estelle. I was mortified. I excused myself to the bathroom and never came back. I hooked up with the waiter instead. At least with him, I knew what I was getting. He was a broke ass waiter, but he was honest and had a big cock. He had a silver tongue too. He worked magic on my pussy. In fact, I had a hot squirting pussy from a tongue. Usually, only an anaconda can do that to me. I don’t know how my loser date paid for dinner, but I was not going to front the money. I assumed he called his mommy and she okayed the charges. His loser ass is gone, but the night was not a wash. I did get to cum about a dozen times with a 22-year-old waiter with a 9-inch cock.
I needed a hardcore ass fucking. Sometimes I just need a hard cock up my ass. I have always been an anal whore, but more recently because some guys say my pussy is not as tight as it should be. Yes, I have a high mileage pussy. I have entertained a lot of cock over the years, but I have a sugar daddy with a huge monster snake cock. Some lovers think he has ruined my pussy for more average dicks. In those cases, I offer up my ass. It will always be my tightest hole. Trey was handsome, but averagely hung. He wasn’t going to stay in my pussy. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn’t have trouble shaming a small cock if it were less than 4 inches or the guy was a tool, but Trey was nice. He didn’t treat me like a bitch or a whore. He treated me like a princess. I was embarrassed that my pussy was not tight enough for his cock. He wasn’t small as in need of small cock humiliation phone sex, but he was no anaconda either. We returned to my place after a nice dinner and dancing. I poured some wine and we made out on the couch. I felt like a young girl again. This was real date. Our third date. It was time for me to put out instead of playing hard to get. Honestly, I would have fucked him after date number one, but I suspected his cock would be disappointing. True, it is not what my pussy is accustomed to these days, but it was no shrimp dick either. He was happy to fuck my ass. Most women don’t give up the booty easily. I am not most women. I am an anal sex whore. My pussy may be ruined, but I still have a tight ass for men like Trey.
GFE phone sex has been ruined because no one treats his sugar babies better than Big Daddy King. He is no Splenda daddy. He is the living legend of sugar daddies. He is the King of Women. He is the King of Cocks too. He has been in Europe on business. He has lots of sugar babies, but we all only have one King. Big Daddy King. He is more than enough man for any woman, so he needs a stable of beauties. When he told me, he was coming to visit me, I knew I had to throw a party fit for a king; a party fit for The King. It takes a village of hotties to welcome home royalty. He wanted me to spare no expense, so I took a duffle bag of his hard earned cash and pampered myself. I wanted to look beyond my best for my King’s return. When he came home, I was wearing a gold bikini with gold glitter on my body. Not just any gold, real gold. My bikini was little but made of real gold. My body was glistening with gold flecks from BDK’s gold reserve. His welcome home party was streaming live too. DJ Khaled was spinning tunes, hot strippers and porn stars were dancing and white losers were forbidden entrance into the party of the century.
It is well known that hot white women like myself only want black cock. My King has a posse of wealthy, alpha black athletes, so my bitches would be taken care of in the fashion they deserve. The hot tubs were rocking and the pool was ready. When The Living Legend entered his palace, all eyes turned to him. I placed a gold crown adorned with fine gems on his head. He is the King, he needs a crown befitting of his stature. A few of my hot bitches helped me undress him. He had a special surprise for us: a new man’s sleeve with flashing disco lights. Only the anaconda is big enough to spell out anaconda on a man sleeve! It took 10 hands to hold up the King of all Cocks. It was time for some Anaconda kisses. I fell to my knees and worshiped the greatest cock in the world, the biggest cock in the world too. I had another surprise for my King. A crown for the King of Cocks. The anaconda is big enough to wear his own crown! I begged for some billionaire nut sauce. Since his homecoming was being streamed live, I wanted the white losers and sugar baby wannabes to see how great The Living Legend’s cock really is. I could hear the whimpers of Splenda daddies and I could feel the green eyed jealousy stares of unworthy women from all over the world as I basked in best nut sauce around; as I basked in the aftermath of the best phone sex ever; as I basked in the glory of the King of all Women, my Big Daddy King.
I got some nice cum shots on tits at the club last night. I am a featured dancer at this local high end club a few times a month. A fat cat hired me for the VIP room. If the money is right, anything goes in the VIP room. The owner of the club only allows certain regulars to rent the VIP room. Technically, money for any kind of sexual encounter is illegal, so he vets the big spenders. He doesn’t want his club shut down for illegal prostitution. It happens in every club, but the key to getting whatever you want in a strip club is money. If you are a broke ass loser, you can’t get anything but a smile from a sexy stripper with your wad of singles. Demetri is some oil magnate. He owns several oil fields like Getty. I was down for some fast cash. The club owner lets the girls keep 70% of whatever we are paid. I thought he would want to fuck me. I was surprised when he wanted small dick humiliation from an Amazon goddess. He did have a small cock, not super tiny, but no anaconda either. Usually, wealthy men want to fuck, even ones with small dicks because their money trumps their dick size. I will bark like a dog, if the money is right. I had no problem laughing at this pathetic white dick. He was turned on by my insults. I got another surprise. The biggest cum shot on my boobs from a rather small dick. He was small, but his balls were full of jizz!
Do you like adult phone chat? I am a chameleon of sorts. In this business that means I can be any kind of woman for you. I have a strong submissive side to me. That goes way back to my daddy when I was a little girl. I still gravitate towards dominant men. I guess you could say I have daddy issues. But there is this GFE inside me too. A girl who loves to be spoiled and pampered. I am very lucky that I have the best sugar daddy in the world, who treats me like royalty. He has shown me that I can be more than someone’s slave. I can be the woman who caters to your ever desire, even your dark desires. Or, I can be your princess who you spoil and pamper. Either way, I never mind some rough sex or a spanking. I have a body that can handle some hardcore fucking. And it is no secret that I can take an anaconda in my fuck holes. My two sides make me the perfect GFE. We can be making sweet love one moment and the next moment, I could be screaming for mercy when your big fat cock is tearing up my fuck holes. So, what kind of woman are you looking for today? A sweet GFE or a bad ass submissive bitch?
He asked to see my wet bald pussy. We had been having cyber sex. I met him in a fetish chat room. I told him I would show him my pussy if he showed me his cock. He was hesitating. He clearly didn’t want to be on camera. I figured he was married and afraid I would take a picture and post it online or something. That’s how cheating husbands often get busted. You never know who you are talking to in a chat room. Not unless you go on camera. I was happy to play with my pussy for him. I am an exhibitionist. I love showing off my kick ass body. He would type things for me to do to myself. I was happy to be told what to put up my pussy and how to touch myself. I am a phone sex fetish slut. I love being watched. I enjoy being told what to do too. I came a few times playing with my pussy. I wanted to see his cock. I assured him I wouldn’t take a picture of his cock and post it online. I just wanted to see the cock on the man that was making my pussy so wet. He eventually went on camera. He excluded his face, which I understood. When I came closer to the camera I realized I had been punked. His cock had no pubes yet. I was masturbating for a boy with no pubic or chest hair yet. Oh, my I was going to jail I thought. I felt sorry for the boy. He was probably a virgin reeling in the fact that he duped an Amazon goddess into having cyber sex phone sex with him. I told him to nut for me. I even jiggled my big tits to the camera, so he could feel like he was cumming on my tits. What the hell, right? I’m going to hell already, might as well let a horny boy have his fun.
Titty fucking phone sex is something I like. I have big tits, so I need a monster cock to get the best titty fuck. We all know that not all cocks are created equally. I love the look and feel of a cock between my knockers. What I love the most, however is a pearl necklace. If you have a big rack, it should be covered in jizz. I went home last night with a guy I picked up at my local hole in the wall. It is not the high end club I am accustomed too, but last night I was bottom feeding. I was drunk. The weather here has been nasty. I didn’t want to drive on the ice, so I squeezed my curvy body into some tight jeans and put on my shit kicking boots. I walked a few blocks to my neighborhood dive bar. The locals know me. I don’t frequent that place often, but when I do all eyes are on me. I smoked a joint in the back while playing pool with some college boys on spring break. I have messed around with Adam before when he was in high school. Not a huge cock, but he has stamina. I had my pick of the litter, but I selected Adam to take home. I was in the mood for a dirty fast fuck. We had a few fast fucks. Adam struggled with lasting. He blamed me. “You are too much woman for one guy,” he informed me. He was right. I told him to text some friends. In between fucks, he titty fucked me. My sexy breasts helped him get hard again. When his friends arrived with beer and hard cocks, the party started. I know I got gang banged by some frat boys. I have a sore wet bald pussy and rug burns on my knees as evidence. Sadly, I smoked too many joints and drank a few too many beers to remember exactly how much fun I had.
As a phone GFE, I love romantic phone sex. I am the perfect GFE because I can be sweet and sexy, or dirty and submissive. It all depends on you, which one of me you get. Some guys like to spoil a girl, some guys like to abuse a girl. I was on a hot date with a man last night who enjoys doing a little of both. The first part of the night was very romantic. He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner. After dinner, we went to the symphony. My first time too. It was lovely. I am a hard rock chick, so it was a unique experience for me. I knew sex was expected. Based on the first half of the night, I was prepared for some sweet lovemaking. I got a hardcore ass fucking instead I loved it. His cock was decent. It was no monster cock, but it was a decent 8 inches. Thick too. He was this business investment banker who needed a hot date to be seen with in his social circle. I guess in this “Me Too” generation, he needs to show outwardly that he can respect women. Behind closed doors, however, he wants to fuck a bitch like she is a dirty porn star. He met his match. I am an anal queen. I love rough sex. He pulled my hair, spanked my ass and fucked me. Seriously, after the symphony and polite conversation all night, I didn’t think he had a savage beast inside of him. I was wrong. We had animalistic sex in a swank hotel room all night long. I have rug burns on my knees today. He booked another date with me for Saturday. I am going to my first Opera. I will have to wear a classy gown to cover up the rug burns.
This phone sex sugar baby received a very special treat from a very special Sugar Daddy yesterday. My beloved BDK was in town. He heard about me dancing at that local strip club last week with my friend Brittney and wanted to spoil us both. No one spoils me better than my Big Daddy King. I have been bragging about him and the anaconda for a couple years now. Brittney flew into town to feature dance at the club again, but this time I picked her up in BDK’s stretch limo. Nothing but the best for one of BDK’s favorite sugar babies and her BFF. Brittney and I got ready to go to the club. I wore this lime fishnet dress that my King loves. The limo took Brittney to the club first. She didn’t yet know that she would be staying in Big Daddy King’s palace yet. When my King and I arrived at the club, he booked the VIP room for the night, so he could have a stripper threesome with Brittney and me. We shook our asses while he pulled out a duffle bag full of money for us. It was raining Benjamin’s as we gave the Living Legend a legendary lap dance. I couldn’t wait for Brittney to meet the anaconda. No matter how much I brag about BDK’s monster snake, no one believes me; but, seeing is believing. He has a thick stripped pole between his legs. Enough cock for two hot bitches. When I unzipped his pants, the anaconda in its white diamond encrusted man sleeve rolled out. Big Daddy King’s cock deserves the red carpet treatment. We fell to our knees to worship him. I let Brittney devour the anaconda because she has never sucked a cock that huge in her life. I motor boated his billionaire balls. Brittney and I are snake charmers because with two hands, two mouths and two sets of nice tits, we milked the anaconda dry. I went to Instagram to brag out my King’s legendary cum shots on tits. We closed the club down then went back to the palace to worship BDK and his anaconda some more. BDK is the real deal. Handsome, wealthy, generous, smart and hung better than a horse. The anaconda got drained by Brittney and me all night long. I am still glowing.
I take a lot of big tit photos. I have a nice rack. Sometimes, I catch men snapping pictures of my big tits. I don’t mind. Clearly, I flaunt them. I was at a strip club last night with some girlfriends. One of my friends is a featured dancer at the club. We met her for drinks after her set. When we go there, men always buy us drinks. I wore a bikini top with a skin tight black skirt. I was in a mood to flaunt my rack. Guys kept mistaking me for one of the dancers. They wanted lap dances from me. My friend told me to go for it. She works there and said the owner won’t care. Lap dances means men are buying drinks too. I went along with the belief that I was a stripper. I pocketed several hundred dollars. The last guy I gave a lap dance too wanted to spend more time with me. He had snapped a bunch of pictures of me throughout the night. I never noticed I had a stalker. He called himself a fan. He likes Amazon goddesses with big boobs. I like men with big dicks. My stripper friend vouched for him. She said he was a high roller in the club a couple times a month. He finds a girl he likes, spoils her for a month and moves on to the next new hot thing. I wasn’t going to commit to a stranger for a month, but for a night in a penthouse suite at the Renaissance, that I could handle. His hotel room had a wet bar and a jacuzzi. I fucked him all over his hotel suite. He didn’t have a huge cock, but he ate pussy like a porn star. When I woke up this morning, he was gone. There was an envelope on the nightstand addressed to me. It contained a sweet note and a wad of cash. I thought I was just hooking up with a guy for a night of fun and fucking. Apparently, he thought I was an escort. Maybe I am in the wrong adult profession!
