GFE phone sex is one of my specialties. You get better at anticipating the needs of men as you get older. Being a sexual submissive has helped a lot too because tending to a man’s sexual needs is my priority. Now with me, it is sort of a hierarchy of GFE treatment. By that I mean, only the biggest and best cocks get worshiped. I do not worship posers. GFE babes are the elitist women around. We want a handsome man. We want a wealthy man. We want a smart man. And above all else, we want a hung man. I am not saying I will not fuck a hung bartender because I will. I will not, however, be his bitch. I will use him to give me a hot squirting pussy, then move on. Recently, a man I met at the gym has taken a shine to me. He is not that good looking, but unless he stuffs his pants with a cucumber, he appears hung. I also noticed the car he drives and his designer gym bag. Maybe he is a poser, and it is a knock off, but before I ruled him out, I did some Internet research. He is a local real estate mogul. He is worth a pretty penny. I decided that I could just pretend he looked like George Clooney or Idris Elba because everything else was there, right?
We had our first date last night. It was a lowkey date. Dinner and a haunted house. He is easy to talk to. A gentleman too. No macho bullshit you sometimes get with men who are neither tall nor the best looking. He was not lavishing me with gifts, but it was a first date, and he did spoil me with attention. I decided to fuck him. I wanted to see if that was a cucumber in his pants or if he was just that happy to see me. His 9-inch-thick cock was a pleasant surprise, but what was the pleasant present was that he ate my wet bald pussy for over an hour. He made me cum a dozen times before he came once. So, he is not the most handsome sugar daddy around. He is smart, rich, nice and believes in making a woman cum many times before he cums once. He might just be a keeper.
