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“Today you’re going to learn the truth, and it’s going to change your life,” she said. “Every sexy Latina you’ve ever fucked, wished you could fuck, or jacked off too, needs BBC. We fuck other guys, sure, but NOTHING compares to BBC. It makes us cum like a waterfall. It makes us squirt. It gives us multiple orgasms. Have you ever made your wife do that?” “I guess not,” I said. “I can make her cum though.” Alanza laughed her sexy laugh again shaking her head and looking in my eyes knowingly. “Watch this, bitch”.
My slut Domme pulled out her phone and started showing me some of the hottest porn videos I’d ever seen, of Black guys with giant dicks fucking a smoking hot Latina. That’s when I realized the woman in the videos WAS HER. I looked at her in shock, and she smiled at me and licked her lips. She put one of my hands on her thick ass as she grinded on my thigh, her heaving tits swaying from the rhythm. I took the loose Magnum on my dick and started stroking my inferior dick with it, knowing one of the guys in the videos had used it to fuck Alanza earlier today.
I squeezed her big ass with my free hand, placing it in the same spot on her cheek that those big strong Black hands were slapping her. As I watched those huge BBC’s slide in and out of her pussy, it didn’t even look stretched out – her hole had evolved to become the perfect size for them. She creamed on their long thick cocks, and jumped off to slurp them clean, with the same plump lips I was just making out with. I now understood what a true bad bitch was, an alpha woman, a Queen. Why would a woman so sexy settle for a normal dick?
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“Cum for your goddess, bitch,” Alanza whispered in my ear as I stroked with the Magnum. “Almost… there” I stuttered. Alanza got off my thigh and pulled her dress off in one swooping motion, her body bouncing as she freed it from the confines of the cloth. She shook her dark hair and posed in front of me, statuesque, her dramatic hourglass shape the definition of feminine desire. She smiled, then frowned at me and squinted. “I said,” she repeated, “Cum sfor your GODDESS, BITCH!” She slapped my face so hard my head felt like it spun around. Cum Slut Phone Sex gone wild!
I felt pain, then immediate bliss as I looked back at her, now laughing and twerking her round bubble butt on my thigh. I felt her stretched pussy lips rubbing against my thigh as I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I erupted into the Magnum, my jizz filling the condom until it was easy to spill out. I locked eyes with Alanza, who whispered “do it”.
Never one to hesitate. I pulled the Magnum off and started gulping down my seed. When I finished, Alanza leaned over and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining as we shared my cum. “You know,” she told me, “after this, you can’t go back to liking regular women. You can only get turned on by pleasing bad bitches. And if you want to make things better with your wife, she’ll have to become a bad bitch too.” “But how?” I asked. “How do I make my wife a queen like you?”
“BBC, honey” she answered. “It makes regular woman feel so sexy that they have to be hot as possible. Black cock is what makes us get BBL’s, boob jobs, lip fillers, dress slutty. Your wife needs Black cock.” She paused. “YOU need Black Cock”.
She was right. I’d never be the same again. I got dressed and kissed her goodbye. “Come back and see me soon,” she said. “You’ve got a lot more to learn.”
As I walked into the hallway, Alanza called out to me from the door, cracking it open enough that I could still make out her intoxicating curves through the shadows.
“What was your name again, honey?”
“Oh it’s Chris.”
“Chris? Ok hun. See you next time”
Forced Bisexuality Phone Sex with Alanza Series Part one here, Part 2 here
Prostitution phone sex is something I know a thing or two about as a druggy whore. I normally slut my holes out for coke, but sometimes when a dealer will not trade my fuck holes for some coke, I must go to the truck stop and whore myself out the old-fashioned way. I hate fucking truck drivers, but they pay for sex. Not much, but if I blow enough and fuck enough, I can have the cash I need to pay for my cocaine. Last night, I was desperate for coke. My main dealer was out of town. No other dealer would front me coke without cash, so I put on some Daisy Duke shorts, a tube top and high heels and went to hustle. I no longer looked like the soccer mommy phone sex whore that I am. I looked like some 70s Lolita street walker. I walked up and down all the truck bays banging on truck cabs. I told truckers I was broke and had three brats to feed and I would suck them off for$25 and fuck them for $50. Since I have no track marks, and I was sober at the time, men believed me. They wanted to help the down on her luck single mom feed her little ones. I knew I could not over sale my holes in a truck stop. Most of them willingly paid the money. Only a couple haggled the price. But it was fine. I was a gang bang whore moving from cab to cab. I ended up with about a grand because no one turned me down. Now, no one offered to just give me money either, but I understand the way the world works. Ass or grass, nobody rides for free. Not even a down on her luck phone sex mommy. I hustled. I fucked. I sucked. And I got my coke.
