Category: Cheap Phone Sex

Ass Worshipping Phone Sex with Sheila: My Ass Smells Like Roses

I have a nice healthy ass worthy of worshipping. Look at it. If you are an ass man, you cannot deny that I have sweet junk in the trunk.  I have a few ass men in my life that love to worship it. One paid me a visit today and he believes I am so fucking hot that my shit smells like roses. What a pathetic loser. But, I let him worship my ass because he pays me handsomely for the pleasure  of my ample backside.  When he arrives, I give him a show. I twerk that ass better than Miley Rae. Then I peel my cheeks apart and  let him motor boat my ass. He can have his nose in my rose bud for hours. He loves the way it smells. He loves burying his face into my luscious ass, feeling my cheeks press against his face.

Then we move to the patio and practice a few different moves. There is the Sandwich. I lay on my stomach  with my ass upwards.  He then proceeds to bury his face in my ass. Now, occasionally, my hubby is around to push his face harder into my ass, almost suffocating him. Then there is the against the wall move, where he sits up against the wall and I back my ass right on up smothering his face.

The next ass worshipping move we practice is the Crab. He  lies on the floor, facing upwards. I  bend backwards, so my feet and hands are on the floor, and stomach is facing the ceiling. It’s a back bend essentially; and then I rub my ass all over his face, smothering him some more. The final move is my favorite. I call it the Prayer. He gets down on his knees and inserts his face into my ass and worships at my fine temple.  After hours of smelling my ass, I order him to jack his cock off on my ass cheeks and lick it off.

Like I said, I have a nice ass worthy of worship. My preference is to fuck, but if some loser wants to pay me $2,000 for a couple hours of licking and worshipping my ass, well I’m not gonna say no. That’s a hell of a lot of shoes. You an ass man? Well, I can always use more ass slaves. I have expensive taste.

Shemale Phone Sex with Carla and Avery: Double Panty Surprise

Shemale phone sex is a perfect Sunday Funday activity.  My fellow hot tranny friend, Avery, and I have a Sunday tradition. We go down to the Jerome Bettis Grill, which is near Heinz Stadium in our cute Steelers apparel and cruise for men. Not gay men either. Avery and I enjoy  providing a double panty surprise to a handsome young, unsuspecting man. We consider ourselves hot chicks; we never go back to my loft empty handed. You see men go crazy over the idea of a threesome. Two chicks are better than one. And two chicks with dicks, well that’s just heaven.

Today we met Emilio, a young stud in town for business.  He had tried to score tickets to the Steelers opening game today, but was unsuccessful. Avery told him he could still score today and his eyes got big, and a bulge appeared in his pants that made him shift. He didn’t miss her innuendo. I suggested we get some beer and go back to my loft and watch the game on my big screen TV and get more comfortable. We get back to the loft and Avery and I start making out. Emilio was fixated on watching us, so we gave him a hot show. We stripped down to just our panties. Both of us practice the tuck under so there is an element of surprise for the guy. We were kissing and caressing each others breasts. I even poured some Yuengling  over Avery’s tits and lapped it up. I invited Emilio over to take a taste. His cock was out and in his hand.  Wow, what a nice cock it was too. Big, thick, juicy. Was gonna feel awesome in our asses and mouths.

We helped him out of his clothes; got him down to his under wear like us for a hot  little selfie. We had the game on in every room, so we wouldn’t miss it while fucking and sucking our way through Sunday Funday. Avery did the honors of helping Emilio out of his underwear and guiding his cock in my mouth. She pressed her tits against his back and kissed him as I worked every inch of his beautiful hard dick in my mouth. I used my hands to twist up and down his shaft as my mouth was on the head of his cock. I could tell my tongue ring was driving him crazy. I flattened my tongue under the ridge of his cock and slid a finger up his ass. I glanced up and could see Avery’s panty surprise peeking up through the top of her panties. She was  not able to contain her excitement as well as I could.  Emilio did not resist my finger up his ass. In fact, he made him shoot a thick load of cum in my mouth. I had him watch as Avery and I snowballed his yummy spunk. We spit that cum back and forth in our mouths until it was a nice hard little ball of cum. Emilio was hard again.

We were now in front of Emilio, with our panty surprises not really surprises anymore as we were both rock hard. He looked at us both for a moment and I swore he might get angry, but quite the opposite. He told us, “Damn you ladies just got finer.” Guess he was happy to know we were packing heat. It was Avery’s turn to give him head.  It was so hot watching her suck his cock.  So hot, I went around and started to fuck his ass. I was popping his anal cherry so I used lube and worked a few fingers in his ass first. The sensation of my fingers in his ass made him explode cum all over Avery’s hot face, which of course I licked up for her. We are both cum whores.  Emilio was begging for one of us to fuck his ass. So, I did the honors. I slid my throbbing member in his tight ass while he sucked Avey’s cock.  Didn’t take long for us to cum and cum hard. My bed had a huge wet stain. We hung out for a bit afterwards and watched more football, but it was a damn hot afternoon. The Steelers won, Avery and I both got to cum hard more than once, and Emilio tried and liked the double panty surprise.

Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: Pain Slut for Daddy

Submissive phone sex is what I crave. I am a tall beautiful goddess; this I recognize.  And not a day goes by that I do not have a few guys, even females, who want to worship me, adore me, treat me like a princess solely on my looks. But, I have long harbored a dark secret. I look like a spoiled bitch on the outside; one who can command any man. However, I am a total submissive slut. Technically, I am a pain slut. I have no interest in equal relationships, nor do I want to dominate any man. I want to belong to a master. And I mean belong in every sense of the word. I want a man to control what I wear; how I act; what I do; where I go. To control my every move and every sexual encounter. And, most importantly, I want to be abused. I’m talking hardcore abuse, S and M, extreme bondage, water sports, rough anal, even sadistic torture.

Do you find yourself wondering how a tall goddess, former Homecoming Queen and Head Cheerleader became such a submissive junkie? Daddy. I t all began with my Daddy. You see after my mother died, I was the woman of the house and my dad was a tortured artist type. He had a very dark side. I think Daddy felt conflicted by his sexual desires for his young daughter that he turned me into his slave, into his pain whore to appease his guilt. The first time he saw me naked in the bath tub, he called me a dirty cock tease whore and said I needed to be punished for such nasty behavior. He made me get out of the tub and lay across his lap. I was very young. He spanked me first with his bare hand so hard I was crying and begging for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire he spanked me so hard.

I could feel his thing under me, hard as a rock. He knew he was hard too and this made him want to hurt me more. I was not sure if he hurt me more because I made him hard, or if it made him hard hurting me. Regardless, I paid for his hard dick. He grabbed the curling iron and shoved it in my pussy and fucked me repeatedly  for a painfully long time. I was even bleeding. Daddy of course was still hard. Frustrated by his hard dick, he took the curling iron and rammed in up my ass. That was the beginning of my obsession with anal play and torture. It was the beginning of my daddy’s obsession with hurting my ass. Without me even touching his dick, he came in his pants as I cried and begged him not to hurt my bottom. My Daddy and I developed a symbiotic sick relationship that I try to replicate with my masters. Daddy came hurting me, and I learned to please men and hence myself by being a total pain slut.

I always need new mean Daddy’s. Let my pain and my humiliation get you off!

Big Tits Phone Sex with BBW Glenda: 101 Uses for Big Boobs

Big tits phone sex is a hell of a lot hotter with a BBW gal like me with natural 38 EE’s. Nothing feels better on a cock than real big titties. Silicon parts are for toys. Real ones can smother your cock. Real ones can bounce as you pound. Real ones can be lifted up to have the cum sucked off of them. Real ones can hypnotize you.  Real ones can give you life as you suckle on them. Real ones can get you out of a lot of trouble. Real ones can motor boat better.

I have been using my tits for as long as I can remember. In school, they got me A’s. In my car, they got me out of traffic tickets. At concerts, they got me back stage. At the end of the line, they got me to the front. In coach seating, they got me to first class. In clubs, they got me in free. In court, they got me out of trouble. In  traffic, they got me in the other lane.

Just the other day, I used my boobs to snag free cable. The Comcast guy was hooking up the new neighbors , and a flash and a jiggle was all it took to get premium stations for free. I love my big beautiful natural breasts. Do you?

Think of all the hot, nasty fun you can have with my tits. You can cover them in cum, whipped cream, hot wax, melted chocolate, body paint, body glitter, champagne… You can pinch them, fuck them, suck them, slap them, hog tie them, motor boat them, sleep on them, float on them, abuse them, rest your beer on them….

The possibilities are endless with 38 EEs. Give me a call so you can hear me do whatever it is you want to my pretty big titties. They are here for YOUR pleasure.

Cheating Phone Sex with Sheila: The Jealous Wives Club

Yes, I am a total slut wife. My husband knows this and not only accepts it, but encourages it. He wants me to have all the cock I want. I have my rules though. I do have a bit of a reputation, and I am pretty sexy for a soccer mom; but I never knowingly fuck a married man unless the wife gives permission. I like fucking, but I hate drama. Nothing kills the mood for me more than a jealous wife going all Fatal Attraction on me. I don’t want any jealous wives killing my rabbit. Recently, however, I had a rather nasty encounter with some jealous bitches. There is this community fundraiser being held for a member’s family who has extensive medical needs. I showed up at the planning meeting and was told by two women I was not welcome, nor was my money welcome. They actually ordered me to leave. I asked what I had done to offend them and one just said “We don’t need a whore’s help.” I am proud of my sexuality. Proud that I am capable of getting the sexual pleasure I enjoy. No one has ever been so blatantly crass with me before. Was it jealousy? They were both trophy wives like me, but unlike me, they had let their bodies go. Now, I know both of their husbands, but not Biblically. Not yet at least.

I went home to sulk when my phone rang. A friend of mine who was at the meeting informed me that these two jealous shrews were trying to suggest that I had fucked their husbands and get me blackballed from all community events. Green is not a pretty color on anyone. Well, if I am gonna be accused of something I didn’t do, I might as well do it and earn my Scarlet A. Nothing worse than a jealous wife. These women are just worried that their husbands will prefer my big tits, ample ass and tight hairy snatch to their fat sloppy cunts. I called up both men and made dates with each of them,  just a day apart from one another too. Damn it was easy.

Tuesday night I met jealous wife #1’s handsome hubby in a no tell motel. I told him how his wife treated me and he said she has been jealous of me since I moved here. She has been trying to get me ostracized for years but until recently had no comrade in arms to help smear my name. Just for being the leader of the lynch mob, I let her husband fuck my ass. That’s right, I let him slide his married cock into my tight cherry ass. We all know his bitch wife won’t take it in the ass. But I will. And because I let him cum in my ass, he will keep cumming back for more. Guys love a backdoor girl.

The next night, I fucked jealous wife #2’s husband. He took a bit of convincing. Turns out his jealous bitch had nothing really to worry about. That was of course until he felt the pleasure of my huge boobs wrapped around his cock as I sucked the ever loving life out of his dick. Once you have me worshipping your cock, you are hooked. The combination of my huge natural tits and mouth on a shaft is like crack to a guy. I sucked his dick for hours making him cum 5 times before he actually slipped into my cunt from behind.

Both men were hot fucks. I won’t fuck them again. Not because of my code of ethics but, because part of my revenge on the jealous wives club leaders, is making their men yearn for me again. And they will. Their out of shape, boring wives will never do for them what I can. I am a sexual goddess. I had a camera set  up in the room to snap pics of me and their husbands engaged in carnal behavior. I sent each jealous wife some pics with a note that said “Now you have something to really be jealous about.” The green eyed monster just got real…..

Hot Phonesex with Brooklyn: Free Fallin and Free Ballin

When I was younger, I dated this very well hung guy who was a total thrill seeker. Sophisticated older man, very wealthy too. He climbed mountains in the Andes, wrestled crocodiles, bungee jumped off bridges, flew planes,  sky dived, swam with sharks… If there was a risk of death, he did it. He actually convinced me to skydive tandem with him. I took lessons for a month and his friend was a pilot also and he arranged it so we could skydive over a private beach along the coast of Jamaica. Normally, I only take risks with cock, you know fucking other women’s guys lol. But Brad had a huge cock and I was afraid if I  didn’t at least try to share some of his adventures with him,  he would find another play thing who would.

When we were in the plane about to jump, I got really nervous. Brad thought it would be a good idea to fuck first. Get our adrenaline pumping and cast my fear away. Good plan. He whipped out his 11 inch dick for me to swallow. I had this heavy pack on my back, but I still managed to suck a load of cum out of him. He then returned the favor and ate my pussy till you could peal me off the top of the cargo cabin. Brad always got hard again quickly, so by the time I squirted all over his face, he was ready to cum again. He had me on all fours, positioned me right by the door of the plane we would eventually be jumping out of, and slammed his cock in my wet cunt. He had his hands on my neck, holding me tight, almost choking me, but in a good way. Before I realized it, the plane door opened up, and he pushed me out while his cock was still in me. I was free fallin and he was free ballin. His big huge balls were slapping on me in the wind. I was screaming. He had his hands around me and his legs intertwined in such a way his cock actually stayed in my pussy. I had dick in me from 20,000 feet in the air as I may have been falling to my death. I was scared to death, but I was still wet and my nipples were hard.

I just left it to Brad. He obviously knew what he was doing. We fell for what felt like hours. His cock never left my pussy. Even when he pulled the cord, his cock stayed in me. We landed on a sandy dune of this tropical paradise. My knees were wobbly, my heart racing, but I was so excited from the danger, the adrenaline rush was amazing. I skydived with a cock up my cunt and landed in the sand surrounded by crystal blue water. And I was alive to brag about it. I could understand now why Brad was such a thrill seeker and adrenaline junkie. I was on such a high that I was alive, I fucked him again on the sand dune we landed on. I had sand up my ass and in my cooch. But, I didn’t care, my cunt had never been so wet as it was at that moment. We fucked all afternoon on that beach. Sadly my relationship with Brad didn’t last much longer after that because he wanted me to fuck him as he bungee jumped off a bridge. But, I will never forget that day. Where is the craziest  and most dangerous place you have ever fucked, or fantasized about fucking?

Exhibitionist Phone Sex with Tranny Carla

I am spending the holiday weekend at a high end resort with a friend. It is gorgeous outside and that always makes me horny. Plus, there is this conservative couple in the room next to us and the guy keeps looking at me. I can’t tell if he is coveting me or if he knows my secret. But his wife apparently has a stick up her ass as she called me a tramp the other day because she thought my dress was too short. I think she is just jealous. So, I decided to go sit on the patio, in clear view of them and stroke my hard cock. I love being an exhibitionist anyway. Feels so good to have a warm summer breeze rushing over your cock and tits as you stroke your dick somewhat publicly. I had his attention definitely. He couldn’t take his eyes off my large member. In fact, he whipped his out too and we stroked our cocks together. He was an older man, but damn he had a fine dick. I don’t think he had ever seen a special girl as he had big fish eyes of wonderment as he watched me stroke. As I got closer to coming, I got close to the divider between our rooms and sat on the ledge. Before I could shoot my load on my handsome neighbor, he was over down on my shaft swallowing my cock and balls. He shot his load in his hand as I shot a load down the back of his throat. Oh my that was hot and unexpected. He slipped me his business card and said, “Our secret but let’s do it again soon.” You better believe we will. I can’t wait to pop his anal cherry. I think he is gonna be my next sugar daddy.

Sissy Phone Sex Training with Brooklyn: Are You a Man or a Sissy?

Sissy training phone sex is one of my specialties. I have a new sissy in training named Wendy. Doesn’t she have the cutest most pathetic little clit stick you have ever seen? Her little clitty belongs in my panties, not my pussy. I am a hot size queen and I have to maintain standards. So, when a pathetic pin dick loser tries to pick me up, they go in my panties not my pussy. I explained to Wendy, that she could purchase some of my sexy under garments and wear them herself, but that was the closest she was getting to being “in” my panties. She loves to wear my garter belts because they help center her and make her feel like the pretty princess she was born to be.  See when you have a tiny pee pee, your only purpose on this earth is to amuse and pleasure me. You cannot pleasure me with  your pathetic pecker, but you can pleasure me by being my panty boy, my sissy bitch, my clean up boy or my fluffer slut. Some very special losers get to be all of the above. Look between your legs right now for me. And tell me, are you man or sissy? If you have 8 inches or more of rock hard meat between your legs, you are all man and get to fuck me. You packing less than that, you get to wear my panties and be my panty boy, my sissy bitch, my clean up boy or my fluffer slut. So what’s it gonna be?

BBW Phone Sex with Glenda: Backyard Peep Show

This is the last weekend the pools are open which makes me so very sad. I love getting wet in a bikini and watching all the men at the pool adjust themselves when they see my beautiful curves. I love being wet. In more ways than one. I also love showing off my tits in a sexy way. So, I decided to put an old fashioned showers outside in the yard. It’s like a big tub, no curtain, so no privacy. I don’t want privacy anyway! I have a slew of neighbors that I can wash my body for. Today, I decided to give it a try.

I put on this hot little white bathing suit cover up with no bathing suit underneath. I stood in the tub and let the water cascade over my curves. My big thick juicy curves. My nipples got so hard they could cut glass. I was soaking wet and that cover up became like a second skin. I looked around to see if I could see any peeping toms or tammys. I am quite the exhibitionist. I love attention on my body. It appeared I had a few subtle onlookers so I kicked up the show a notch.

I sat on the edge of the tub, hiked up the wet cover-up, spread my legs and exposed my freshly shaven pussy. I then started rubbing my clit. I put a leg up on the edge of the tub for better viewing pleasure and I spread my pretty pink cunt lips. I then slide 3 fingers inside my pussy and fucked myself until I exploded. I then licked my sweet pussy pie juices off my fingers. I even smeared some on my tits and licked it off. I am a chronic masturbator. Sure I get fucked and fucked often, but something so hot about getting yourself off. Especially when you have an audience. And I had more than a few voyeurs today. Would you enjoy watching me get off. Or better, listening to me get off? I can let you hear my wet pussy.

Cowboy

I was in my apartment by myself one night just hanging out, eating left over Chinese take-out, watching Dancing With The Stars and I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable.  Nothing seemed to taste right, my clothes felt itchy, it’s almost as if I felt trapped in my own home.
So I made a spur of the moment decision that I was going to get up, get dressed, and go out and find someone to fuck me.  It was the only way I was going to be able to release this saved up energy I had.  A new country style bar had just opened up a few blocks away that I hadn’t been to so I thought I would give that a try.  Normally I don’t go to a bar by myself but I wasn’t waiting for an invitation.
I got all dolled up, curled my hair and put on my best dress that would show off my tits. I looked in the mirror and said to myself, “Damn I look good.”  I did, I am never above using my body to get what I want and I have great tits.
I got to there, sat down at the bar and  ordered a beer to start with, and a jog bomb for a little liquid courage.  It was a U shaped bar and there was a guy sitting across the bar from me, also alone, just undressing me with his eyes, I could tell he was on the prowl too.  The bartender brought me another drink, it was another jog bomb, I told him I didn’t order this drink and he said it was from the guy across the bar.  I slammed it with encouragement and got up and walked around the bar and asked if the seat was taken, he made the gesture that it wasn’t so I sat down.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes before I turned to him and said, “I’m not really in the mood to get to know you, ask about the weather or any other kind of small talk.  I came here to get an itch scratched that I couldn’t scratch myself.”  At first he looked a little perplexed and I’m not sure if it’s because he had no idea what I meant or because he couldn’t believe that I had just said that.  Then he smiled a little smile and got real close to me and whispered, “we could go to the restroom and I could help you with that itch.”
We got to the bathroom, locked the door and it wasn’t a marathon, it was a race.  He couldn’t unbuckle his pants fast enough and I could already see his hard cock through his jeans.  I slipped my underwear off over my heels and threw them in my purse.  I didn’t even know this guy’s name and yet he had his pants and boxers around his ankles and was pulling my dress up high enough to fuck me.  No foreplay needed, I was already hot and wet from the excitement alone.
Then I felt it, his big hard cock sliding into my hot, wet pussy.  This was what I was missing, this is what I needed.  He pulled down the top of my dress so that he could grab on to my huge tits for leverage.  He thrust into me so hard and so fast that it didn’t take long at all before I was screaming, and he was telling me he was about to cum.  I could feel it, every nerve tingling, my heart racing, my toes curling.  It could not have been any more perfect.  We came at the same time.  I could feel him breathing hard against my shoulder as vibrations racked through my body.
He pulled up his pants and I adjusted my dress.  And just as he was about to ruin it by saying something, I put my one finger over his lips and said “maybe I’ll see you around,” and left.  I went home and continued where I left off watching Dancing With The Stars, but with a much more relaxed demeanor.