Category: Cheap Phone Sex

Such a Tease..

I fuck with a passion. I love to fuck. I have those men who whisper in my ear at the clubs and at the bars telling me they want to take me up to their rooms and make love to me. Sweetie, I am the best damn fuck you will never have. I like to play with these men who think they can make me cum harder than my toys. This one guy I came up to me at the pool. I was relaxing and enjoying the sun and my drink when he just shows up blocking my sun. He just wouldn’t stop. He told me he could make me cum 8 ways. I was interested but I knew better. 

I took him to my room, where I had him lay down on the bed. I tied his hands to the head board, and made sure he was real comfy. I turned on my favorite songs to fuck to and grabbed my big cock out of my suit case. I down in the chair in front of him and told him that he would never have anyone else like me so he needed to really watch me. 

I started to suck on my dildo like I would if it was his cock. I fucked my own mouth like it was a porn start mouth fucking one of his slutty costars. This nerd was so hard just by watching me get my dildo wet. What a sad little man. I laid back and started rubbing the tip of the big fake cock on my clit and pushing it in and out of my tight pussy. 

I watched him struggle as his cock got harder and harder as I fucked myself. Watching him like that made me cum even harder. When I finally made myself cum, I got up on the bed and got on top of him. He had a full view of my ass against his rock hard cock. I had no plans on ever fucking him, but I did want to make him cum. I rubbed his cock against my ass through his shorts until he came hard. 

I loved teasing him. I loved that I made him cum with out him even being inside of me. I’m sure he was like most men and wouldn’t be able to handle my pussy. They usually cum after a few times of being inside of me. Like I said I like to fuck, making love it for weak women. 

BBW Phone Sex with Glenda: Fat is Where It’s At

Do you enjoy BBW phone sex? Chubby chasers are growing in number and I am a chubby chaser’s wet dream. I mean look at me? I am a full figured beauty who loves to fuck and suck. I rock my curves. When I was younger the mean girls and boys use to call me a fat pig. But, who is laughing now? I’m the goddess on the Internet making top dollar off my smoking body. I get to eat what I want, fuck who I want and make money doing the two things I enjoy most in this word. Screw the skinny bitches who starve themselves for a man. Fat is where it’s at. I get all the cock I could ever want and I am never cranky because I’m starving. And guys, you want to fuck a girl who eats. A full figured girl with a full belly will have more energy than the Energizer Bunny. I can fuck all night long. Check out my fellow hot plumpers at our new site designed specifically for you chubby chasers!

Chunky, big, plump, stocky, meaty, bovine, swollen, obese, doughy, rotund, porcine, hefty, husky, roly poly, large, butterball, pudgy, burly, gargantuan, 2 tons of fun….are words that no longer hurt me. I embrace my body. And trust me, you will too. I have big natural embraceable 40 EEs that skinny girls don’t unless they bought them. Mine wrap around your cock; mine dangle above your lips; mine squirt milk. And, I got a juicy embraceable ass that Kim Kardashian would envy;  but unlike Kim, my lovely lady humps are not implants. You can grab on to my humps as you fuck me up the ass. A skinny girl may break in two if you fuck her ass, but a chubby girl can handle your junk in her trunk. Real women do indeed have curves.

Here are some words for you: more to love, passionately plump, curvalicious, volumptuous, bootylicious, juicy, zaftig, womanly, more push to the cush, BBW…. I am a full figured goddess. Confident and sexy. Beautiful on the inside and out. Words don’t hurt me, only huge cocks do. So cum be a chubby chaser and discover that once you go fat, you never go back.

 

Forced Bisexuality Phone Sex With Monika

My best friend is getting married!! I still can’t believe she said yes to the prick.

Any way while we were getting ready for the big moment, another bridesmaid and I thought why not help Sarah relax.

I told Sarah that my panties weren’t fitting right and I got her to rub them and straighten them out.

I pushed her back onto the vanity and I started kissing her. Our other friend Tina helped open her legs and started kissing her thighs. We could tell Sarah hadn’t been touched and fucked in a very long time. We wanted her relaxed and ready for her new vows, or maybe just to fuck her so good that she realizes she doesn’t need a man.

We finger her ass and her pussy, sucked her clit till she screamed. She squirted so much all over me, that I had to get into the shower where they both fallowed me. We spent all morning fucking each other, taking a break to get ready, then go back to fucking. Finally it was time. No body knew what the 3 of were doing, or had done all day. We each took our turns with long kisses, caress and fucking each other silly. It wasn’t a surprise when Sarah got half way down the isle stopped, laughed, and threw her flowers at that worthless prick. We went with her back to the dressing room where we fucked hard for what felt like days! 

Cuckolding Phone Sex with Brooklyn: Know Your Place

My husband had a momentary lapse in judgment last night. He actually forgot his place.  Thought he could crawl into bed with me with his shrinky dinky and fuck me. I love him, but his role as my husband is as my provider. Provider of pretty things. Provider of exotic trips. Provider of spa days. Provider of big cock. Since he does not have a big dick himself, he needs to provide me with surrogate cock. He knows this. But every now and then he goes out with the boys, gets drunk and lets other stupid men tell him size doesn’t matter. Only men who think size doesn’t matter are ones with pin pricks.

Because he forgot his place, he had to be punished. So my hubby is not allowed to touch his little clit stick for the entire month of November. Now, usually I can trust him, but he will be traveling for work a lot this month, so I put him under lock and key. He also has to send me 2 huge cocks a week and watch me get fucked, either live or via cam if traveling. I want him aroused but unable to cum lol. Can’t use it properly, well, you shouldn’t have access to it. He can have blue balls for awhile to make him think long and hard (no pun intended hee hee) about trying to stick that pathetic thing inside me. 

I’ll slap a chastity belt on you too if you forget your place. All sorts of humiliating things I enjoy making guys who don’t know their place do. Sing little ditties in frilly little dresses. Make poopies and pee pees in their diapers.  Take embarrassing selfies for me to share…. The question is do you know your place?

Big Tits Phone Sex with Glenda

One of the perks of being a full figured beauty, is having natural full figured boobies. They are such an asset to my life. Like the silver lining in not being a size 6. But honestly, I don’t care about being skinny. I rock my body and my curves. This morning, for example, I may have lost sight of how fast I was going as I was jamming out to some Tom Petty on the radio. Next thing I know, I see sirens in my rear view window. Oops me bad. Officer Hottie asks me if I know how fast I was going.

Why do they always ask that? If I knew that, you wouldn’t have pulled me over. I smile and apologize, but it is clear he is intent on writing that ticket, so I take off my jacket, revealing ample cleavage and I sigh. The sigh makes my boobs heave and always get the right kind of attention. Officer Hottie took off his sunglasses, always a good sign, and looked straight at my chest. I did the little subtle, shirt tug so a boob popped out.

I could see the outline of his fat cock through his pants. I looked at him and said, “Maybe I can help you and you help me?” I then unzipped his pants, releasing his trouser snake and sucked him off.  I even put it in between my big tits and let him cum on my face. Worth it to get out of $150 a reckless driving charge plus the points on my license. I have no shame. If I can use my boobs to my advantage, why not, right?

Foot Fetish Phone Sex with Vinny

I love my feet, I bet you do too. Just look at them. They are so pretty and smooth. I get pedicures regularly; plus I live near the beach and sand is a natural exfoliate, which helps keeps my feet in good condition to be worshiped by your mouth, by your cock. I know you are staring at them right now. Imagining putting each pretty little toe in your mouth, maybe even the whole foot. I bet if you close your eyes, you can feel my feet wrapped around your cock. I give the best foot jobs. Not only do you enjoy my feet working up and down on your shaft, but I get to enjoy the feel of your cum squishing between my toes. Hot jizz oozing all over my feet is so sexy. And, luckily I am in great shape, so I can take my own cum covered feet and put them n my mouth to suck that spunk right off. I bet you would get hard again just watching that!

I love all sorts of foot play. You can rub, suck, lick, nibble, dress, smell, manicure, massage, kiss, bind and caress my feet for both of our arousal. I can even trample, stomp, squish, or jack your dick with my pretty feet. What are you waiting for? Cum get my pretty feet and toes.

Candy Shop

I have a sweet tooth like no other, and I love candy shopping. There’s nothing like going to the mall and walking into that colorful, fun store. It’s really cute! And everything in it tastes sooo yummy… especially the store clerk. I use to watch him work a lot while I’d pick things out, trying to flirt subtly. There was this one day, where I was wearing a tight little skirt, and a tank top, you could just barely see my nipples through the top, as I hadn’t quite worn a bra that day.
He kept asking me if I was finding everything ok, putting his hand on my back, and I said I needed some help finding something a little more… meaty.
Well, he decided it was best to take a fifteen minute break, and let me go in back with him, well, I tasted something oooh so very sweet.
His thick cock slid so easily down my throat, and it wasn’t long before he was filling my tummy with big thick spurts of his tasty cum.
I was pretty hard after that, and I stood up to show him just what was hiding in my skirt this whole time. He was pretty surprised at first, talking about how he was straight, and he didn’t know how to do this. I told him it was ok, he was still straight, my cock was a girl cock!
He calmed down after a little bit, and I let him try fucking my asshole, boy was that fun! Now when I go into the store I get free candy… and a little something extra.

Idle Hands

I think I had full moon fever.  Not sure what came over me. Maybe it’s because Halloween is approaching that I was feeling a little dark. Normally I am just a big cock fucker. I’m all about the size. But It was almost like I was possessed. I got my husband’s big tactical knife and went out for a walk. Now normally I don’t go walking alone, nor do I really walk, unless it’s to go get some big dick. This night was different. I felt like something was calling me into the woods. Something was controlling me.

I started walking and came across an old railroad. I started following the tracks. I had my big knife if anything happened. But then I just stopped dead in my tracks, no pun intended. I saw a man, a rather scary looking man. I stared at him for awhile to see if he was gonna make a move  towards me but he was motionless. Rather creepy. Just gazed right through me. But then it was like some how he led me here; some how he was controlling me. Like I was meant to see him, meant to stop right here.

I pulled my jeans off, removed my panties and bent over showing him my ass and cunt. He was still motionless, expressionless. I had laid the knife on the ground to masturbate for my creepy watcher but my hand picked up the knife as if compelled to do so. I started rubbing it all over my body. I think inserted it in my cunt. It was like that horror film “Idle Hands.” My mind knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but my hand was not being controlled by me. I started fucking my pussy with a knife. The cool steel felt hot in my pussy. But I was starting to bleed a little. I tried to go slower, but my hand went faster. I was scaring myself. Then suddenly my hand dropped the now bloody knife. I kicked it away quickly before I was compelled to pick it back up.

I looked for my stranger and he was gone. Just like that. A shadowy motionless figure in the woods that for a brief moment had some odd control over me. Was it a witch? A demon? A ghost? Or simply the devil himself? Whatever it was it pulled me into the woods, to that train track. My pussy will heal and be back to taking huge cock again soon. But I can’t shake the feeling that something is still out there, something evil lurking in the woods that wants me, wants me dead.

Prostitution Phone Sex with Sheila: Alley Whore

I was in downtown LA, East Compton to be exact. Not the best part of town, but my car broke down and I had no cell reception. I started to hoof it and see if I could find a payphone, if they even existed any more. I was pretty scantily clad as I was on my way to meet my step sons for some good old fashioned afternoon delight. Out of nowhere comes some guy around a corner and pushes me to the ground stealing my purse. I’m in the middle of a bad neighborhood with no identity, no phone, no keys, no money. I was starting to panic a bit. No cops in sight. How was I going to get out of the hood. The old fashioned way that was how.

I started flashing cars as they passed by. Thinking I could get someone to pull over for a fuck up against the alley wall. I had a bit of trouble at first. Flashing my big boobs seemed to just  get honks and yells. WTF? I am a fine big ass bootylicious MILF in the hood. Certainly someone had some money for a quick fuck or tug and gurgle. Finally this young guy in an El Camino yelled, “How much?” I walked up to his car and said $75 bucks for a 15 minute fuck in the alley. I was all prepared to Blue Light Special myself as I was desperate and $50 would get me a cab, but he agreed.  He parked the car and we ducked into the alley.

I love fucking, but honestly I have never taken money to fuck nor I have fucked in an alley with dumpsters around me and the stench of garbage. But, I lucked out. There was an old couch by one of the dumpsters. Probably disgusting and disease ridden but beggars can’t be choosers. It was better than fucking against a graffiti riddled alley wall with broken glass under my feet. I told my John he had to be on the bottom. I would ride him hard reverse cowgirl, but my ass was not touching that couch. I just thought about seeing my step sons soon and fucked the hell out of that guy. Even let him cum inside me. I was such a filthy whore prostituting myself in an alley in broad daylight. Kind of turned me on being that desperate, that depraved. Had me wondering if I could have a good side career as an alley whore. Something sexy about being an upper class gal fucking in a dirty alley for $75.

My John paid me, and even tipped me and when I explained my situation he offered to take me home and call AAA for me. So, he paid me for sex, fucked me in an alley and was a complete gentleman? My first day as a professional whore was going pretty darn well. I think I may have found my calling. There is something hot and taboo about being paid to fuck.

Cyber Sex Phone Sex with Glenda: Let’s Sext

Did you know we offer cyber sex phone sex? You can pay to have naughty cyber sex with me if for some reason you cannot do an actual phone call (like the wife is sleeping next to you!). I actually got into the phone sex business  through cyber sexting. A few years ago I met a woman in an online chat room. We hit it off , lots in common, easy to talk to. After a few weeks of vanilla IMing, we exchanged pics . I showed her my curvaceous body, she showed me her hairy pussy. From there on, we sexted daily. She would tell me how much she wanted me to be her first lesbian experience, how much she coveted my big boobs, and I would tell her how much I wanted to lick her pussy. I’d even press my titties against the screen for her.

We spent hours a day getting each other off. So much so, I got sticky keys on my laptop from typing with my masturbation fingers. My love goo was all over my keyboard. After a few months we actually met. Imagine my surprise to find out my lesbian cyber sexting buddy was actually a guy. He apologized profusely for his duplicity. I got it. He had a fantasy about being a woman with another woman, and the computer allowed him a safe venue for exploring his feminine side. No harm no foul and we are still friends today.

Yeah, I did not get my girl on girl action that day. What I did get, however, was a highly sensual and erotic experience. Cyber text sessions are good for myriad reasons. First, suppose you have a chaotic household filled with people and it’s hard to get away for a sexy call. No one will think twice about you  needing to escape to your office for a little work. They don’t have to know that work is on your throbbing cock. Second, suppose you are traveling and your cell phone has shitty reception and you have a boner? Well, you can almost always get a Wi-Fi signal somewhere, so we can dirty text your boner away. Third, suppose you are shy and have something you want to talk about that embarrasses you. Perhaps you have dark fantasies. Perhaps you want to suck cock. Perhaps you like to be peed on. Perhaps you wear ladies panties. Sometimes it is much easier to discuss taboo subjects in a more anonymous way, like a cyber text session.

Fourth, your mind is your biggest erogenous zone. Cyber texting forces both parties to be more creative, more imaginative then just “oooh baby faster.” Fifth, you are married or living with a woman with separation and/or trust issues. She checks your cell to see who you are talking to and for how long. She never really lets you out of her site for long. You can take your tablet or smartphone or laptop in the bathroom and get off without her pulling a Jake from State Farm on you, because she never heard you talking. And, the final reason, cyber text sessions are good is that you can create a whole new persona if you want. If you are a man, you can pretend to be a woman. If you are a boring American boy, you can suddenly be an Australian surfer dude. If you are an adult male, you can be mommy’s little angel again. If you have a little white dick, you can have a big black cock. You can create a whole fantasy world for yourself and I will play right along with you! And, I can type with one hand if you know what I mean (wink wink).

So hit me up on yahoo,  tell me you want to purchase a cyber text session (same rate as a phone sex call) and let’s get creative together. And, let’s get off too.