Do you have a phone sex fetish? I have many. And I love exploring fetishes with guys on the phone and off the phone. Sometimes a fetish guy comes into the club. I have had feet men, ass men, guys in panties, cuckold men and cock sucking sissies come into the club. And they often wanted an older stripper to help them. Nothing against our coed strippers, but they often lack the life experience for the kinkier things men want.
Last night, I had a pain slut get the VIP room for us both. He wanted cock and ball torture. And when I saw his tiny nub, I understood why. A cock that small could not please any woman I know. It appeared to be the type of cock that makes a woman ask, “Is it in yet?” The kind of cock that makes me laugh. Makes any woman laugh. But I love cock control. Size is not the only thing that matters to me. However, I do want to feel a cock as it thrust in and out of my pussy or ass.
I teased the hell out of that tiny dick before I cracked a whip on it. The key to cock and ball torture for me is mixing pain and pleasure. Bring a man right to the brink of cumming, then inflicting pain to get that erection down. I whipped his cock raw before I ordered him on the floor. Since he did not have a cock that could please me, I sat on his face and forced him to eat my pussy and ass. But I sat on his face reverse cowgirl so I could whip that dick still.
I knew he was a real pain slut because he got hard the more that I whipped his cock. And if he wanted cock and ball torture, I had no problem giving it to him. Eventually, I trampled that cock with my high heel shoes. But he did not cry or beg for mercy. He stayed erect and came on my shoe. But I made him lick his own jizz off my shoe before he could leave the VIP room. CBT phone sex calls amuse me. However, nothing replaces the joy I feel when I trample a cock in the club.
My introduction to blowjobs phone sex started with Daddy. After my mom left us, he started using me as his sex slave. My earliest memories involve daddy’s dick in my mouth. Although I cut my teeth on daddy’s dick, I do not think I began to enjoy cock sucking until I was in my 20s. You could never say that I was a willing slave back then. But I learned a lot of valuable sexual knowledge from my father and his friends.
Now, I can suck the chrome off a doorknob. And I love to do it too. But the difference between then and now is that I am selective about who I suck. Big cocks only for my mouth. However, sometimes a big wallet will compensate for average cocks. As will a sterling personality. But no amount of money makes me fall to my knees for a tiny dick.
Luckily, I do not encounter too many ridiculously small dicks. I have a knack for spotting posers. Men with big egos who need adulation 24 /7 or men who brag about their money and their cars and guys with cars that cost as much as a house overcompensate for a small dick 9 times out of 10.
This phone sex babe uses her spidey senses to weed out the tiny dick losers. When Matthew came into the club last night, I could not get a good sense about him. Just a normal man. No bravado. Unassuming. And extremely polite and nice which seems like a rarity in a strip club. We chatted at a table before I asked if he wanted a private dance. He got up and paid for the room for 2 hours instead of the usual hour. But he paid with one of those black AMEX cards. So, he had money.
I hoped for a big cock because I liked him. We connected and it’s so refreshing to meet a man in a strip club who does not think he is God’s gift to women or a drunk buffoon. Sadly, average cock. But I still gave him my best head moves. I don’t do bad boys. At least not anymore. So, his niceness needed a reward of some sort.
He offered to pay me, but I declined. Did not take him long to blow the biggest cum shot of thick strands of cum down my throat. He told me it was the best head he ever had. And it was not charity. If I like you, I want to make you cum.When he closed out his tab, he left the most generous tip any man in the club ever has before. I went home and masturbated about him. Hopefully, our paths will cross again soon.
Being a gfe phone sex babe never gets boring for me. Not when I have such romantic men in my life as James. While I was at the club last week, a special delivery came for me. A man I did not know, had me sit in a chair on the stage. As he sang REO Speedwagon’s song, “I Can’t Stop Loving You,” my heart melted because before I knew officially, I knew in my heart who was behind this romantic gesture. My Prince. My James. After the song, my mysterious crooner handed me an envelope with a plane ticket to North Dakota to see my love.
So, I wasted no time getting my shifts covered and booking a flight. This phone sex babe felt so excited for the chance to see my Prince on his military base. When I arrived at the airport, I saw a man holding a sign that said, “Cage Ride for Cinderella,” and I knew James sent him to take me to the military base. When I checked into the military base visiting center, I felt like all eyes were on me. Even heard some men whispering that I was real. Perhaps, they did not believe my Prince when he told them he had a girlfriend back in Pennsylvania.
When James came to get me, I jumped into his arms and started kissing him. Almost forgot I was in public. I wanted to rip his clothes off and make passionate love to him right there. But I had to wait. Once I saw my Prince’s private headquarters, I knew I would be so comfortable with him there for the long weekend. Although he was still on duty, he got frisky with me. I went up against the wall so he could frisk me for contraband. If he considered a wet bald pussy contraband, then he might send me to the barracks, LOL.
Since I required extra searching, he had me lie on his bed. He stripped me naked, and his hands and lips kissed all over my body. His touch made me soaking wet. Eventually, he found my magic button and his tongue twirled all around it. Once his fingers found their way into my garden, I began to cum. Sometimes, I swear, James can make me cum with a look or even a kiss. And when he came up for air, his face glistened with my love juice.
Although I wanted him naked too, he was on duty. He focused on my pleasure. One of the reasons I cherish him so. But I convinced him to take his clothes off and say fuck the rules. I watched as he took off his gun belt first, then the rest of his clothes. His love gun saluted me. And I slid off the bed and got on my knees so I could swallow him inch by inch. Eventually, I guided his love rocket inside my warm wet pussy that purred just for him. We kissed passionately as we fucked.
I wrapped my legs around his body. I wanted my Prince as deep inside me as possible. We came together. He had to get back to duty, leaving me alone in his room for about 2 hours. But it seemed like eternity. Before he left though, he gave me a present. A sexy French Maid’s outfit. Oh, how I love roleplay phone sex. I put on the outfit and waited for James to get off duty.
While he finished his shift, I cleaned his room for him. I mean I did look like a sexy maid. And maids clean. When he came back, I cleaned his cock again too. But before he would let me do that, he put on some Air Supply music so we could dance. He’s my officer and my gentleman. And I am his princess.
We took a hot shower together. But of course, that let led to more fucking. Eventually, I fell asleep naked in my Prince’s arms. We spent a wonderful few days together. I could not ask for a better man or lover. Every girl dreams of meeting a Prince Charming who makes her feel like Cinderella, and I did.
I enjoy phone sex dates, especially with my prince charming, James who treats me like a princess. Very rare for a girl like me to find some who treats me so well. Most men see me as a blonde bimbo only good for fucking because I have been in the adult industry since I was 18. My prince and I met last year at the club while he was on leave from the military. And I think it was love at first sight. Not lust at first sight like it is with most men who meet me in the strip club.
He’s taken me on trips to see his alma mater. We have stayed at private luxury spas. He has visited me several times in my city. Plus, we have had quite a few movie dates. My prince has introduced me to so many great old movies. And I just love our romantic phone sex movie dates.
Last week we had another romantic movie date. In honor of Halloween, he introduced me to one of his favorite science fiction films, “Forbidden Planet.” I had never seen the movie. However, I was familiar with it because the movie gets a mention in the song, “Science Fiction Double Feature,” from the movie, “Rocky Horror Picture Show.” But now I got to actually see the movie referenced. And I loved it.
My knowledge of old movies might be above average for women my age, but I cannot compete with my Prince’s knowledge. We cuddled, held hands and shared popcorn as we watched this film together. And he helped me to understand it. I thought that the special effects and cinematography for 1956 seemed amazing. Plus, I enjoyed the movie’s theme about how we all have good and evil lurking inside of us.
I cherish any time I get to spend with my Prince Charming. We can fuck like wild animals one moment, and hold hands, cuddle and enjoy a movie date the next. Fantasy phone sex lets us explore what could have been if we had just met sooner.
Black cock phone sex with Big Daddy King only gets better and better. Just when I think the Black Bull God cannot be any more benevolent, he goes and surprises me and his other sugar babies. For his birthday, instead of being on some sort of tropical oasis with a bevy of babes, he chose to be in North Carolina helping with recovery efforts after hurricane Helene devastated the area. He donated $2 million dollars to help. Plus, he rented helicopters and used his private jet to get supplies to the folks who needed it the most.
Big Daddy King’s heart is as big as his cock. And that means his heart is huge, because the Black Bull God Cock is like no other cock on the planet. Just ask your wife or your girlfriend. I know she knows all about the biggest and best cock in the world. BDK is not a god or a king. He is THE God and THE King. And yes, he can take your women. This is not fantasy phone sex. This is reality.
Even during a natural disaster, women still flock to him and bow in his presence. For most women, meeting Big Daddy King remains a pipe dream. But since he is the benevolent Black Bull God, he visits as many cities as he can so everyday women can walk by and worship at his temple. Every white woman on the planet knows that the Black New World Order is Utopia. And The Black Bull God is the rightful leader of the BNWO.
Tributes from white men not only fund the BNWO, but they also funded The Black Bull God’s recovery efforts in North Carolina. While in NC, he let white women who no longer had a home stay at the home he purchased in the state away from the disaster zone. He bought a mansion, safe from flooding just so white women had a place to stay. And he waived all tribute fees for his fans affected by Helene.
His generosity spread to fans in other cites to lend a hand in the recovery process too. Sure, some women came to help so they could worship the Black Bull God and his Black Bull God Cock. Or even just get a glimpse of him. However, some came to help and seeing him proved to be icing on the cake.
Even I went to help and spend some time with my God and King. I will be The Black Bull God Worshiper for life. Just like all white women. In fact, the Black Bull God inspires young women too. They grow up hearing about the Black Bull God from their mothers, aunts, grandmas and big sisters. And when they learn that many colleges now teach courses about the Black Bull God and the Black Bull God cock, they want to major in that. So, Big Daddy King sponsors many scholarships for white women who want to major in BDK but might not be able to afford the cost of college otherwise. His benevolence knows no bounds.
After a week in North Carolina, he came back to Houston to his strip club there so we could celebrate the King’s birthday appropriately. Me and a bevy of babes, both new to the best sugar baby posse in the world, and some vets like me made up the Black Bull God Worshiper birthday team.
It was time for us to give back to the benevolent Black Bull God and his Black Bull God Cock. And boy did we give back. Gave back with our mouths, our hands and our baby girl pussies. And we got anointed with the biggest cum shot ever. Many big shots because The Black Bull God Cock cums more in a day than you do in a decade. #BlackBullGod #BlackBullGodCock #BlackBullGodCockWorshiper #SupremeBeing #AnacondaWorldDomination #SnakeCharmer #PropertyofBDK #BlackCockSuperiority #Blondes4BDK
My bestie Ginger came over last night for some phone sex therapy. We planned to do some 2 girl calls but then we met a guy. However, Ginger feels like a sister to me. Although we have not known each other all that long, we bonded instantly. So, when it comes to men, we never ever fight for a guy. Neither of us felt vested in the guy despite his fancy sports car and rugged good looks. He wanted his ego stroked. But we told him we never fight over a man. However, we will share a man for a night.
So, we ditched working and went to this guy’s house to party and play. Ginger many be older than me, but we get along so well. No petty mean girl drama with us. We just enjoy concerts, hiking and movies together. And sometimes we share a cock. Neither of us would classify his cock as huge. But his cock looked well above average, so we decided to share the cocksucking phone sex fun.
Jason turned out to be a grower not a shower. But then I think any man could grow a few inches with our mouths working his love pipe. If one of us sucked his cock the other sucked his balls. And vice versa. This guy appeared loaded in more ways than one, LOL. Backed up balls for one. But he also lived in a palace compared to us. Beautiful, modern home. Like 13 bedrooms, an indoor heat pool, and 10 bathrooms. Neither of us needed a sugar daddy, but we never mind milking a man’s cock or wallet.
Both Ginger and I know how to drain balls. We use our mouths, pussies, asses and sometimes fingers to drain a man completely. However, we both specialize in financial domination phone sex too. So, we played a little game with our horny rich boy. We made him pay $1,000 to each of us per pump in our mouth. We did not think he would agree, but he walked over to a hidden vault behind a painting that Ginger told me appeared to be an original Andy Warhol painting. He came back with a stack of money.
Ginger and I drained his balls to the tune of 10 grand. Turns out our rich hookup could not last long with our expert mouths slobbering on his dick. But, $10,000 for less than 10 minutes of head seemed like easy money. We left his place early this morning, came back to my place and ate each other’s pussies until we each came a few times. Then we passed out in my bed. I always enjoy my time with Ginger. I bet you would enjoy a two-girl call with us too. You think I am a good knob polisher. You should experience Ginger’s mouth on your dick. She taught me everything I know.
As a sexy switch, I enjoy dominatrix phone sex. With me, it depends on the man and his cock size which side of me he gets. Small dick losers and wimps, get the domination treatment. Real men with big cocks who act manly, well, I will do anything to please them. When Joe came into the club Saturday night, it took me a while to size him up. Some men can fake their identity well. By that I mean it might take some time for me to know if they deserve small dick humiliation and CBT fun, or if I should fall to my knees and worship their cocks.
Once I had Joe in the VIP room it became clear that he only pretends to be manly. He wears women’s panties to protect his itty bitty dickie. Too bad his dick looked like a shrimp dick. However, he already knew he could not fuck me. And he did not want me to fuck him either. He just craved some CBT phone sex fun. Not sure if someone told him he belonged in panties, or he made that decision on his own. Either way, he picked the right woman for the VIP room.
I put on my pleather outfit, got out my riding crop and whipped his little dickie raw. He did not have anything that could please a size queen like me. I thought he might cum from the pain, but I did not want him to cum. Not so soon at least. When he would get close to exploding, I would smack his dick hard. But I soon learned that my small dick wonder of a man was a pain slut.
The harder I hit his cock, the hard his nub got. So, I stopped the hitting for a bit and pegged his ass instead. But he enjoyed strap-on phone sex even more. Pegging his ass made his worthless peter drip. I teased him about his small dick and his small load. And the more I humiliated him, the more money he tossed at me. Looks like I found myself a new pay piggie. And every sexy babe loves a pay piggie.
As a sexy switch, I enjoy accomplice phone sex too. Especially, if I get to help play with a cute young girl. Recently, I met a new guy at the strip club. His girlfriend works at the club. One of my new hires. Her barely legal age combined with her girl next door vibe makes her a great money maker. She introduced me to her boyfriend as the woman who will make her a star. Bit of an over exaggeration. However, I do have an eye for talent. And she is a natural performer.
She wants to get into porn. But I told her she could make more money stripping. The landscape of porn seems to change every year. Fewer and fewer porn productions anymore. Most porn stars appear to be amateurs. Her boyfriend had an idea for a college coed sex porn. But they needed my help. I have not done porn in 15 years, but this felt more like a private sex video that would be uploaded somewhere.
But I thought about it and agreed to help this one time. We began filming last night in their bedroom. We did a babysitter seduction. I played the single mom who hired her. But I did not have a brat for her to watch. It was all a ruse to get her alone so my boy toy lover and I could ravage her young, schoolgirl body. Hot damn, this felt way hotter than I expected. Never made a homemade porn where I got to be the accomplice. Back in the day, I played the role of the victim.
Her boyfriend set up the camera equipment and we winged it. No script. We just got in character and played off each other. I held her down for my boyfriend to force his cock inside her tiny virgin cunt. But I ate that young bald pussy first. While my “boyfriend” fucked the little schoolgirl, I sat on her face forcing her to eat my cunt and my ass.
Not the first time I fucked one of the strippers I hired. But it did mark the first time I made a homemade porn flick with any of them. If they make money off our little flick, we will make more, and I will get a cut. Seems like easy money to me. And hot as fuck.
I love gfe phone sex. Perhaps, I am getting too old for the sugar baby or princess life, but if men need a little extra attention, I want to give it to them. We all know that wives often neglect their husbands after the honeymoon phase ends or they become a mother. I do not think I will ever marry or be a mother. But I am okay with that. It gives me the chance to be the mistress. And everyone knows the mistress is who really takes care of men.
Behind every man who has been married over a decade is a sexy babe like me. Although, I rarely dance at the club anymore since I became the house manager, men still come in seeking some attention. I mean the club men understand that strippers and phone sex babes just offer some comfort and companionship in the moment. But sometimes that escape provides them with what they need. Fleeting or not, girls like me serve an important role.
And last night one of my favorite patrons came into the club. Although he had a bevy of babes to choose from for his VIP room visit, he only wanted me. So, I left my house manger duties to give him the GFE treatment he needed. His wife refuses to give him a blowjob or even a hand job anymore. I will never understand that. But like I said, what a wife will not do, a sexy GFE babe will.
I sat him on the chair, and gave him a slow, seductive private dance. And I bumped and grinded in all the right places. Before long, I could see the bulge in his pants. So, I released his throbbing trouser snake and tamed it with my mouth, tits and hands. All he needed appeared to be a warm mouth and a wet bald pussy to feel better. To feel wanted and cherished. All men deserve to feel special. So, what your wife won’t do this sexy GFE babe will!
It started as a home invasion phone sex fantasy. Sometime, in the middle of the night, a masked stranger woke me up from my deep sleep. Since it had been a beautiful, warm night, I left the patio door open, giving this masked stranger easy entrance into my home. I felt a hand over my mouth that startled me awake. When I started screaming, he yelled at me to be a good slut and shut up and listen.
When I kept begging him to leave me alone, he put duct tape on my mouth. But I still uttered some muffled cries. He got on top of me, and I started to struggle. If I am anything, I am a fighter. In my head, I thought if I gave him enough of a fight, he would leave. But that did not happen. The masked stranger had rope, and he tied my hands behind my back. I feared this might be some one from my submissive phone sex past.
But I kept struggling, so he placed duct tape around my ankles too. Somehow, he rolled me off the bed, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of my house. He dumped me in the trunk of his car. And I thought I might die. The road felt bumpy. A few turns, and after about 15 minutes the car stopped. I heard footsteps coming towards the car, so I knew I had arrived wherever he took me. But would this be my final destination?
He carried me out of the trunk of his car into a cabin. Soon the rope around my wrists, and the duct tape on my ankles switched to leather restraints. Somehow, he spread my legs and my arms and fastened me to the floor with bolts. My entire body trembled. Soon I heard the masked man tell me that my husband knew what a cheating whore I had been. He claimed my husband sent him to punish me.
When I tried to lie muffled that I had not cheated, he slapped my face. He ripped the duct tape off my mouth as my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Only one red bulb illuminated the room. So, in my scared state, I pleaded some more to be set free. But that did not happen. He flipped me over and re attached my restraints to the bolts in the floor and started paddling my bare ass. Not what I would call hot ass sex.
He flipped me back over on my bac again. And this time, he focused on my tits. He tied them up like torpedoes. So, I asked him if he planned on killing me. He pulled off his mask and said, “No Cassie. But I plan to make you my wet slut again.” In that moment, I realized my intruder was no other than my naked handyman with whom I did cheat on my husband with.
But I felt conflicted. Did he mean me harm? Had he just been pretending to be a good guy? My head raced with thoughts. My husband did not know about our affair. He just wanted me alone again. When he kissed my lips gently, I knew he did not mean me any harm. But still, I felt like he took me on a scary carnival ride. He left me tied up, but I no longer felt scared. However, I did feel aroused.
My pussy got wet, and my nipples got hard. And in that moment, I gave all my trust to my naked handyman. I knew that even tied up that he would make sweet love to me. But not before he sexually tortured me some more. In a good way though. Vibrating nipple clamps and his hot breath on my neck, made my pussy purr and the hairs on my body stand up. But this time in arousal, not fear. There was no more fear.
As his tongue licked my entire body, he could taste how aroused he made me. His tongue plunged deeply into my wet kitty, and I thought I might cum instantly. How quickly I went from feeling scared to feeling aroused. I told him I belonged to him. And I wanted to leave my boring husband. He made my body feel electrified.
Suddenly, our Air Supply song came on throughout the house. Still restrained, I begged him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. But he teased my clit as he thrust a vibrator deep inside me. No one makes me cum like my naked handy man I told him. He pulled out after some thrusts and started kissing all over my sweaty body. We locked lips again. And our tongues intertwined.
After some passionate kissing, he went back to licking my womanhood until I exploded again. He had not cum yet, but I had cum already three times. And I begged him to let me feel his throbbing cock in my mouth. I felt like his wet slut. He licked my body some more instead of putting his cock in my mouth or my pussy like I begged. My body shook uncontrollably again as he made me cum a fourth time. If making me cum was an Olympic sport, he would take home the gold.
Finally, however, he removed his clothes as I begged him to fuck his wet slut. As he entered me, my body felt like it was on fire. And it was but for him. Only him. My wetness drenched his cock. We made love until we both collapsed in a ball of sweat and love from our intense orgasms. Finally, he removed my restraints so I could hold him tightly and feel his hot, sexy body. In that moment, I belonged to him. Hugging each other tight, I thought my heart might beat right out of my chest.
We spooned for awhile lost in the sounds of our hearts beating as one. He asked me if I wanted to go home, but of course I wanted to spend the night with him. I wanted to spend every night with him. After a few hours in each other’s arms, we took a shower and ended up in each other’s arms again after we washed away our sweat. But we could never wash away our love. Falling asleep in his arms felt so right, so natural. And my last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that I would never leave his place or his arms again.
