Cock worshiping phone sex takes on a whole different meaning with Big Daddy King. He doesn’t have a cock. He has an ANACONDA. I have been staying with him at his mansion where I get the royal treatment. My BDK knows how to spoil his bimbos. My BFF Brandy, who works with me here, got dumped by her boyfriend right before Valentine’s Day. BDK is so generous, he said I should invite my former neighbor and BFF Brandy to stay with us for awhile. I knew when she met my KING, she would forget all about her loser white boyfriend and his tiny dick.
When Brandy arrived, BDK gave me a bag of cash for a shopping spree. He is a real man who knows how to spoil his bimbos. I took Brandy shopping for some sexy clothes. We also got pampered at the spa. We wanted to look good for our KING. When we came back we were all gussied up looking like royal bimbos. When our KING saw how amazing we looked, we gave him a show. Twerked our asses off and of course jiggled our ample breasts. We took some sexy big tit photos for Instagram. Big Daddy King took us to the throne room. In that moment, I knew Brandy would forever be done with loser white boys. That room is the bomb. Well, anything associated with Big Daddy King is the best, because he is the best.
The room is adorned with gold. Bags of cash everywhere. All the jewels you could want. But, the only jewels Brandy and I ever need are the family jewels of Big Daddy King. He sat on his throne like The Boss. His sexy silk robe parted so we could admire his fine physique. Our eyes were on his diamond encrusted man sleeve. That man sleeve covered the only jewel in the universe that matters. The ANACONDA. Better than the Hope diamond. Brandy and I begged to see it; begged to worship it. My KING never denies me the 8th wonder of the world: The ANACONDA. The biggest, blackest cock on the planet. Mere words alone do not do justice to the King’s member. Seeing is believing. Brandy was in awe that his cock was every bit as magnificent as I had described. We devoured his cock. When you have the King’s cock in your mouth, an extra mouth or two is good to have on hand. It takes an army of bimbos to worship The Anaconda properly.
Brandy and I managed to drain The King’s large nut sack. When he came on or faces it was like we were touched by a higher power. His nectar is pure gold. He delivers the biggest cum shot known to man. It is better than the finest champagne too. I was so happy I could have my bestie baptized with The King’s seed. It was an awesome threesome. One for the records. Brandy has been touched by greatness now. No white man will ever compare to Big Daddy King and his anaconda. No man period can compare. He has ruined me, now Brandy too, for all other men.
Adult phone chat is the perfect job for a blonde bimbo like myself. I am not qualified for much else but sex. My only real skills are sucking, fucking and taking it in the ass. I have been in the sex industry all my life. First, I was daddy’s little cum slut. When he kicked me out, I found work as an escort, stripper and fetish model. There isn’t anything I have not done from the vanilla to the very dark desires of men. Talking dirty on the phone for money is tame in comparison to many of the things I have done in the past. I am getting older, showing signs of wear and tear, but that is okay, I can still do the things most women won’t. I love being a mistress; your dirty little secret on and off the phone. I have a few guys I see regularly. All married of course with wives who don’t give head, or if they do they just flick the tip a few times and never swallow. That’s not cock sucking. Like I said, very few things I am good at, but head is at the top of my skill set. Taking a hardcore ass fucking is my other skill. Daddy was obsessed with my ass as a little girl. Now I am an anal sex whore. My ass is still tight and it can take even the biggest, blackest cock too. I make a good side piece of ass not only because I can suck the chrome off a door knob and take it in the ass like a champ, but also because I never say no. I have a dark side too. I enjoy pain and humiliation. So I am part GFE and part sex slave. Sugar and spice all in one bimbo package. I might just be the perfect whore.
Hot ass sex is all you have with Big Daddy King. My beloved King has been traveling a lot lately and this blonde bimbo sure did miss him. He made up for lost time by flying one of his favorite bimbos to Rio on his private jet. All I packed were my bikinis! I have a hot pink thong bikini that has BDK encrusted in diamonds. The top of course barely covers my big tits, but that is just how Big Daddy King likes to see his bimbos; in tops and bottoms way too small! As I was sipping on fine champagne on my King’s private jet, I made a little Instagram video to all those loser men who cannot hold a candle to Big Daddy King. I said “Bye bye losers.” A stretch limo picked me up and drove me to a private beach owned by my King. I was so excited to see him after a month. That is far too long for any girl to go without seeing the anaconda! I am a total anaconda worshiper. My King has the biggest baddest bestest cock in the whole world. It is a monster cock for sure. I ran into his arms in my itsy bitsy bikini, my tramp stamp showing proudly to let the loser white men on the beach and social media, understand whom I belong to. Men started encroaching onto BDK’s beach wanting to touch me as I was on my knees awaiting the greatness that is his cock. I don’t let losers touch me. I took some more Instagram photos of me worshiping the best, the only cock in the world that matters, THE ANACONDA. Every time my lips touch the head of his gigantic cock, it’s like touching royalty. He is royalty and he knows how to spoil his bitches. I got on all fours with my ass up in the air and twerked my round booty until my King fucked me. He filled his bimbo’s pussy up with an ocean of his nut sauce. I squealed over and over again from the mind blowing orgasms that only the anaconda can give me. I am still glowing from my King’s return.
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.
