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Men Call Me for Black Cock Phone Sex and I Help Them Become BBC Faggots

black cock phone sexMost men call me for black cock phone sex. And they don’t necessarily want to be a cuckold. But they do want to be a black cock faggot. Most men think they want to be a cuckold because at least that way they don’t come across as gay to their wives. They come across more as submissive than anything else. But a BBC faggot really craves those big black cocks. And usually, they could care less about their wives in the moment. They want those big black cocks all for themselves.

I share my bulls with the right black cock faggots. My husband will fluff big bbcs for me and eat their cream pies out of my pussy. However, he enjoys being my cuckold. He never goes out looking for black cock just for him. My husband just understands that black cock is what his size queen wife requires for sexual pleasure. And he knows he will never measure up.

But a lot of men just want those big black cocks for themselves. And I’m OK with that. I help black cock faggots and cuckolding phone sex men too. So, you don’t need to pretend to be a cuckold if you want those big black cocks for yourself. Don’t lie to yourself. And don’t lie to me.

As a BBC Slut, I Know the Difference Between BBC Faggots and Cuckolds

When I met Tommy, I knew he wanted to be a BBC faggot. Although he told me he wanted his wife to take big black cock. I’ve lived in the world of BBC faggots for 30 some years now. And I know the difference between a black cock faggot and a cuckold. So, I told him to leave his wife at home and come over last night. And I had two black bulls with big black cocks waiting for him.

And he seemed like a brat in a candy store. His eyes got as big as the sky, and he immediately fell to his knees and went into black cock faggot mode. I see this all the time. Tommy only thought about pleasuring those big black cocks for himself. And I feel certain his wife never entered his mind not even once while he sucked on those beautiful big black cocks. That’s a key difference between a black cock faggot and a cuckold. A black cock faggot does not want to share his big black cock with his wife or anybody.

So, I helped Tommy become the best black cock faggot he could be. I showed him key moves for swallowing big anacondas like that. Plus, I told him how to lubricate his throat with some olive oil, so those cocks slide right down. I can train men to be black cock faggots, and cuckolds. At least as a phone sex slut wife I know the difference.

Romantic Phone Sex is Something My Prince Excels At Delivering

romantic phone sexRomantic phone sex seems designed for my prince, James. I should’ve known that my handsome soldier would plan something special for me on Valentine’s Day. I figured I’d be alone on the most romantic day of the year. But my prince managed to sneak some time off from the Air Force Base to surprise his special girl.

I woke up to the smell of food. And I heard somebody in the kitchen. At first, I thought perhaps I was dreaming. Then for a moment, I thought somebody broke into my house. But why would a burglar be in my kitchen obviously cooking food.

Still in my pink nightgown, I ventured out and saw my beloved James cooking me a special breakfast for Valentine’s Day. My landlord let him in. I embraced him and asked him how I got so lucky. I love his hugs. He holds me so tightly that it feels like he will never let me go. And I like that feeling.

I put some Air Supply on and he smiled. As the music played, we sat down to eat, and he told me he couldn’t let his best girl spend Valentine’s Day alone. Sometimes I must pinch myself to know this is real. I never believed in love at first sight until that very day he walked into the strip club and our eyes locked. After breakfast, we danced to our favorite Air Supply song.

With my head on his shoulder and his arms around my waist, we melted into each other. Right before he kissed me passionately, he let this phone sex babe know that he loved her. And I love him. We make each other feel special and safe. The stripper and the officer, I joked. We paved our own unique love story.

No One Romances Me Better Than James

As we danced, I could feel his heart beating against mine. He pulled away gently and told reached into his pocket.  And he pulled out a small box with a red ribbon on it. I could feel my heart swelling with more love. The only present I need is you, James, I remember telling him.

I opened the box and saw the most beautiful pair of diamond stud earrings I’ve ever seen. A small token of his love. So elegant and beautiful. And when he told me that I deserved the world, our lips locked again in a passionate kiss. I love kissing James. I tingle at his touch and my heart flutters.

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom as Every Woman in the World played on my stereo. Slowly, I gave him a private strip tease. I love being his private dancer. I could feel his eyes on my sexy breasts, and I started to watch intently as he took his clothes off. Before long, we were naked on my bed, kissing passionately again. My fingers began to roam his body, as I felt him gently pinching my nipples and kissing my neck.

My hand reached down to stroke his soldier. But he became hungry for my love garden. I could see the fire in his eyes. And the love. So, I laid back on my bed, spread my legs and gently pushed his head between my legs. He began kissing my thighs. And barely touching my love garden with his nose. But I still trembled. Feeling his warm breath on the opening of my loved tunnel always excites me.

James and I Create Beautiful Magic Together

As he kissed up and down my love garden, I moaned and felt myself drenching his face. He hovered over my rosebud with his mouth and began to lick back-and-forth, turning my legs to jelly. As he flicked his tongue slowly and softly back-and-forth, my honey nectar drenched his face.

My hips started grinding gently on his face, and I started moaning louder. I felt like my thighs held his head like a vice grip. I ran my fingers though his hair as I quivered from his touch. With each flick of his tongue, he would go a little bit deeper into my womanhood. Now, he wore my legs like earmuffs. I got lost in the sensation of his tongue on my pussy. But I started to yearn for his soldier in my mouth.

Before that could happen, I enjoyed an intense orgasm on his face. His tongue unlocked my floodgates. My nipples felt so hard I thought they could cut glass. My back arched as I began to sweat and tremble preparing to cum on James‘s face. And as my juice cascaded over his face, he lapped it up. My entire body felt it. And I could not stop quivering. His mouth brought me closer to heaven in that moment.

Perhaps, I drowned my prince in my honey nectar. I saw his face peek up from between my legs, and he glistened like a glazed doughnut. I felt greedy wanting to feel his cock in my mouth. He twirled his tongue around my clit one more time sending electric shocks throughout my body. Then he spun my body around so that his soldier dangled above my face.

My Prince Makes Me Cum So Hard My Bedroom Smells of My Nectar for Days

The entire bedroom smelled like me. My pussy felt swollen and my legs could not stop shaking. I felt him spreading my lips with his fingers continuing to lick up and down as I kissed the head of his soldier. And I slowly guided him into my mouth until those Air Force balls felt flushed against my chin. We both began to moan in pleasure. I love slurping on his missile. I took him deep into my throat as he gently lapped up the juices flowing still from my very sensitive garden. We could both feel the passion.

I truly enjoy taking his love rocket down my throat and feeling him grow harder in my mouth. But I wanted him inside of me. He pulled his cock away from my mouth, turned his body around and slowly entered my love garden with his guided missile. My love muscles grabbed his cock and pulled him inside me. My juices enabled his soldier to glide into my garden easily. As I kissed him, I could taste my own love on his face. He started pumping faster and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as we kissed again, deeply and passionately.

Then he flipped me over doggy style so he could admire my nice ass. I twerked my round butt a few times begging for his cock deep inside of me. He pumped his soldier inside of my love tunnel. Real love pumped in and out of my pussy balls deep. I could feel him swelling inside my garden.

Dreams Do Come True, Even for Strippers

My juices cascaded down his shaft just like they did his face. Like a man on a mission my prince pumped in and out of my pussy, wanting to make me cum again. We made a huge wet spot on my bed too, but neither of us minded being drenched in the essence of the other. He held onto my body tightly as his love rocket thrust in and out of me.

Talk about a wet bald pussy. I’m not sure anything ever made me feel so wet. He flipped me over on my back so that I could see his love rocket going in and out of me. We both felt prepared to orgasm intensely. His soldier glistened from my juices. The veins popped out on his big purple head. He stroked it a few times and I stuck out my tongue to catch some love.

As I came on his soldier, I begged my prince to cum too. And as his seed flew out of his cock, I eagerly waited to taste his love sauce. His hot and sticky love felt so amazing on my body. I licked it from my fingers and rubbed it into my flesh. He collapsed on top of me and our bodies became one again.

Sometimes, Our Romance Seems Like a Fairytale

I wrapped my legs and my arms around him holding him so tightly. Neither of us felt like we could talk in that moment. Literally took the wind out of our sails. We felt dehydrated from such intense orgasms, but we managed to say, “I love you,” before collapsing out of exhaustion into each other’s arms.

We laid in the wetness of our love as 80s love songs continue to play in the background. The entire day was ours. He told me he managed to get the entire weekend off so that we could spend it in bed watching romance movies, making love and basking in each other ‘s love. Every day I ask myself how I got so lucky. Dreams to come true

Cheating Phone Sex is More Fun Than Fucking Your Wife

cheating phone sexCheating phone sex I consider my specialty. Married men make me weak. And I always encourage men to cheat with me. What can I say? My fetish appears to be married men. Over the years, married men became my kryptonite. Although I don’t consider myself a homewrecker because I don’t want to break up any marriage, most women think of me as a homewrecker because I fucked their man. In my defense, I just borrow them. I have no desire to get married.

Over the weekend, my girlfriend and I went to this new club that recently opened. We just like to go out occasionally and flirt with married men who will buy us drinks all night. A sexy BBW goddess like me never needs to pay for her own drinks. Never. But this one guy who screamed sugar daddy type bought us drinks all night. And he seemed to take a shine to me and my big boobs. We danced and talked, and I could feel his rather huge bulge in his pants. Now he did not know about my weakness for married men phone sex.

A Sexy BBW Can Out Fuck Any Wife

But I knew I needed to bring him home and fuck him. As we danced, a woman came into the club, dressed in sweatpants and a dirty T-shirt. And my gut told me she came to the club looking for her. She found him pressed up against my sexy BBW body. She yelled, screamed and eventually threw a drink on me. I thought she might punch me but the bouncer grabbed her and tossed her out of the club.

Somebody at the club saw us and told his wife. She looked like she wanted to kill me. And since she said some rather unpleasant things to me, I decided to take her husband home and fuck him. Give him the best fuck of his life. The husband refused to leave with the wife once she got kicked out. He seemed truly embarrassed for her behavior. He gave me some sob story about how they don’t communicate anymore and she never fucks him. Wives never make time for their husbands. That’s why women like me exist.

Any Woman Who Body Shames Me, I Steal Her Man

The truth didn’t matter. She called me a fat whore and body shamed me. They could have the perfect marriage, and I still would’ve fucked him after her behavior. He came back to my place to show me how sorry he felt for his wife’s bad actions. And he decided to show me how good a hot squirting pussy can feel. He ate my pussy for hours. In fact, I lost track of how much I came. But I knew, with as many orgasms he gave me, no way she would not smell me on him.

That made me feel good. We fucked until the sun came up and then we passed out in each other ‘s arms. I told him he can fuck me anytime he wants. I honestly don’t care about his wife. She’s no threat to me. Men cheat mostly because their wives neglect them or verbally harass them. It’s OK if I never fuck this man again. Because I got my revenge. He could say he just drove around the neighborhood before coming home. But I know she will know he spent the night with this sexy BBW no matter what lie he tells her and that’s all the satisfaction I need.

Age Play Phone Sex Makes My Pussy and Ass Wet

age play phone sexAge play phone sex I welcome anytime. As a dirty mom I love those young boys. And they love me. I’m a sexy milf who loves to party. And I’m greedy for a boy cock and boy cum.

My boys decided to have a sleepover this weekend. High school sports, the outdoor ones, seem done for the season. And they get bored and want to play on Friday nights. Although they love staying home and fucking mommy, they also like inviting their friends over to fuck mommy. According to my sons, I make them popular.

So, mommy enjoyed a gang bang phone sex weekend. None of those boys wanted to go home yesterday. They wanted to keep on fucking this milf pussy. And since it appeared, I finally purchased enough below to keep up with 10 horny teenage boys, I didn’t want them to go home. Yesterday, I just wanted more of the hair of the dog that bit me.

And some of those older boys treated me like their personal slave which I enjoyed. I remember at one point the boys started to play video games, and I licked their butt holes and taints while they played. Honestly, not many young boys let me lick their ass, but this weekend ten who begged for me to do it.

Mommy Enjoys Weekends at Home Letting Teen Boys Gang Bang Her

Mommy is an ass licker. Those boys wanted to eat my ass too. I think they just worked themselves up to fucking me in the ass too. Friday night they stayed in my pussy or my mouth. But by Saturday morning they wanted to ram their cocks deep in my tight asshole.

Makes sense. My ass remains my tightest hole. Some of the boys treated me more roughly than my own sons. Which again not a complaint, just an observation. I love it when young boys pull my hair and slap my ass while fucking my ass balls deep also.

I think today I feel dehydrated from all the fucking and partying I enjoyed. But this phone sex mommy still wants to party and fuck. The bonus boys went home a little while ago, but they did leave my ass and pussy filled with cum. And my sons are still here to enjoy their mommy whore. I love winter weekends because the boys just want to stay inside and fuck me.

Ethnic Phone Sex Gets Deeper with Dana Letting You Take Over

Ethnic Phone SexThe velvet darkness of this room feels like a second skin, a quiet sanctuary where the only sound is the frantic rhythm of my own heart waiting for you to call. This Ethnic Phone Sex is the bridge that connects my submission to your absolute authority, a digital tether that allows you to reach across the distance and claim every part of me.

 I am sitting here in the dim light, my skin tingling with anticipation because I know that the moment I hear your voice, I am no longer in control of my own breath or my own body. I am exactly where I want to be: poised on the edge of total surrender, desperate and drowning in my own sultry desires to be commanded and possessed by a master who knows my worth.

You have this way of taking over my mind before you even touch me, a psychological grip that makes the world outside this room disappear into a haze of obedience. When you speak, the resonance of your command vibrates through the phone and settles deep in my bones, making my knees go weak and my thoughts scatter like smoke. 

I’m completely here for you, your exotic prize, a submissive soul waiting for you to dictate exactly how I should feel and move. Every time you remind me that I belong to you, I feel that rush of intoxicating heat… that deep, addictive craving to let you take full control of my body until I am nothing but an instrument of your pleasure.

I love the heavy weight of your expectations, the way your voice drips with a possessive power that makes me feel small, cherished, and incredibly useful. When you demand I describe the curves of my body for you, I don’t hesitate for a second, moving my hands with a desperate hunger to prove my loyalty to your vision. 

I’m your sultry, obedient girl, and I’ll do anything to hear that flicker of raw satisfaction in your tone, no matter how much it pushes me past my own boundaries. I’ll stay exactly where you put me, follow every instruction with breathless precision, and I’ll thank you for the privilege of being your secret, your slave, and your favorite toy.

My mind is a constant haze of devotion, and I’ve become completely addicted to the way you take over my reality with just a few chosen words over the line. Whether you’re commanding me to stay still for hours or demanding I perform for your eyes only, all I can think about is how much I want to satisfy every dark whim you have for your ethnic slave. 

I have no will of my own in this space, as you’ve replaced my autonomy with a burning need to be the perfect object of your desire. I am yours to break, yours to use, and yours to keep for as long as you find me captivating. Tell me I’m never leaving this state of surrender, so I can sink deeper into this beautiful, controlled nightmare where you are the only thing that matters.

 I want to feel the weight of your words and the absolute heat of your demands, knowing I am your submissive, your sultry Dana, and your most loyal servant. Use me until I am nothing but a reflection of your will.

Guided Masturbation makes me a public slut

guided masturbationGuided masturbation always intrigued me, but I cannot believe he convinced me to do this… Sitting in the restaurant waiting for the appetizers, I can’t help but squirm…

Who can blame me? I have a vibrator in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass! He must’ve noticed me squirm a little bit, because he smirks and grabs his phone.

I brace for the vibration, but there’s nothing…the vibrator turns off and I look up at him expectantly. He laughs loudly, exclaiming “oh my god you should see your face!” I blush as the other patrons turn to look at me.

Making eye contact with our server, I moan abruptly and look down, embarrassed and flustered as the vibrator shakes my pussy at full blast. “Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I think to myself as I look back at my boyfriend.

Smiling and gesturing the flustered waiter over, he asks for some refills. God, I can’t even look at him now… Just as he grabs my glass, we lock eyes–and the vibrator stirs even faster now.

I whimper and bite my lip, finishing in my panties quietly and squirming back and forth. My boyfriend laughs to himself, turning it off and petting my leg under the table. He leans forward to whisper to me, “good girl.” I shudder in anticipation of my “reward” later, as I can’t wait for him to fill me up properly. Thinking about feeling him fuck me in the ass and filling me with his cum has me even more red and wet.

He palms my pussy under the table and I pretend to drop something from my purse. As I lean down and look underneath the table, I blush due to the massive boner in front of me. I wish I could get on my knees and suck his cock right now, but god, I’m already so embarrassed…I guess guided masturbation IS a kink of mine!

GFE Phone Sex Babes Swallow Every Last Drop

gfe phone sexGFE phone sex babes do everything your wife used to do. One of the main reasons why I specialize in taking care of married men. I like to take care of neglected cocks. But I also prefer a married men because I don’t like anybody telling me who I can see and what I can do. And married men just seem lucky to spend time with me. They know they cannot lay any claims on me because of the wife and family back home. So, if I stick with mostly married men, I get to buy my cake and eat it too.

Finally, the weather seems a little better. Most of the snow melted yesterday when it reached 60° for the first time in a month. Melted some of this ice, making it much easier for some of my married men to visit me. And several of my married men texted me yesterday. So, I needed to do some fancy planning to make sure I could accommodate them with no overlap, which would bust me.

When you cater to mostly married men phone sex lovers, you need to make them feel special. I adore all my married lovers. But if they pass each other in the driveway, it can disillusion them. And make them feel less than special, which I never want to do. Although a few of my married men know they’re not the only one, nobody has any idea of how many they married men I see.

A Sexy BBW Mistress Knows How to Take Care of Married Men Best

So last night, I juggled four different lovers. Tried to pad the time in between scheduling them so no overlap would occur. And it worked out. Although I did need to take a whore’s bath in between lovers. Your pussy can only be so wet before they start to doubt that you’re just that happy to see them. I did not get much sleep, but no rest for the wicked, right.

I swallowed four loads of cum and took four loads in my various holes. Eight hours later, I had four satisfied married men who needed their balls drained more than once. Being snowed in with the ball and chain sucks. We all know wives stop swallowing after the wedding. Girlfriends swallow every time.

This phone sex girlfriend managed to get a couple hours of sleep before signing on to take care of more married men. Plus, a few more lovers will come over tonight. I’ve missed this. I thrive when getting plenty of cock and cum.

Female bondage with my step-sons has me all tied up & horny

female bondageFemale bondage is usually not something a teen boy would know about. However, my three step sons sure do love to tie mommy up! Whenever they leave for school, they leave me wrapped up in bondage on the closet floor to snatch and fuck when they get back from classes.

They love to rough me up and Eiffel tower my ass when they are pent up and horny. There’s nothing I like to do more than put my ass up and keep my hands behind my back for my little boys. They love to use mommy’s cunt and fill me up with their seed, one after the other.

The oldest loves the ropes and ties mommy up like a good little rope bunny slut. It gets me so turned on to be abandoned and left like a toy, just a cumdump for their young, hungry cocks. Whenever classes are done, I get so wet and hot waiting for my boys to come fill their mommy up like good sons.

Oh, how mommy is so proud!

Panty Boy Phone Sex and the Secrets of a Naughty Guy

Your a naughty boy with a Panty Boy Phone Sex fetish, aren’t you? Well, it is always good to come clean with mommy, that is with mommy Rita, at least. First of all I do have my own young little ladyboy also. In fact I have a total of three little pageant p princesses county my special guy. 

One thing I can certainly confess to is that I myself loves to wear panties. Well not only about wearing, but the many sexy ones out there I am obsessed with lingerie shopping especially in the panties. When I caught my daughters dressing their brother in panties I liked it. But I loved it when I realized one of the girls actually caught ladyboy in her panties. 

Panty Boy Phone Sex is a Lustful Pleasure

These types of fetishes usually start somewhere. And I am super curious to know how your panty fetish has started.  Sure, perhaps it is not so much a fetish as just what you prefer to wear. I understand all sides of a story and why I will be most welcoming for you. 

Panty Boy Phone Sex

One thing I have found to get my mommy pussy really wet is to rub clitty’s through panties of my fem panty boys. Perhaps that’s silly and all but I find it really kinky. I little rubbing, me squeezing that ass. All while whispering how much a sexy panty boy you are.

Furthermore I will be rubbing and squeezing at that clit as I taunt you about that sweet ass. Now a final reminded, my good little panty boys will always clarify if they like the dick or just being pretty. If you are just dressing and prefer sexy mommy to seduce you in your panties that is fucking hot. 

However if you want to play with my princesses or even just the ladyboy in their panties, that is totally acceptable. 

Toilet Slave Phone Sex I Do, But Piggies Need to Pay Up for the Pleasure

toilet slave phone sexUnfortunately, in the past, I did experience toilet slave phone sex as the toilet slave. However, now I get to experience it from a much different perspective. As a switch, I now dominate men too. And I do my best to avoid anyone who wants to piss on me. But over the weekend I went to the club. The club remained closed for eight days because of the weather.

The club needed help. And I knew I could help. Surprise, the club looked packed. Eight days is a long time to go without looking at pussy for some of these guys. We do get quite a few lonely hearts at the club. Some men, I feel badly for milking. But most guys know what happens in the club is not reality. We stroke egos so we can drain wallets. It’s an exchange.

However, we all get our lovelorn stalkers. But mostly we experience men who know the women in the club work for tips. And on Saturday night I met a new guy. Cliff. An out-of-town businessman. He looked so sophisticated and married. I could see the ring on his finger. He approached me with an offer. This man did not want me to blow him, give him a hand job or even fuck him in the VIP room. But he did want this GFE Phone sex babe to piss on him.

Money Talks. You Want to Be My Toilet Slave? Pay Up Piggie.

Dammit. Not that I mind pissing on a toilet slave for money. I just didn’t see this coming. A sexy older man did not want to fuck me. He wanted humiliation. But once he pulled his pants down in the VIP room, I understood why. This man stood over 6 feet tall, but his cock appeared closer to 3 inches. How sad for him. How sad for women.

But I got the sense that this man understood he didn’t measure up. No stripper would want to fuck him for any amount of money. Mostly true. I know I wouldn’t. First, I pissed on his cock and balls, slapping his tiny dick and laughing. This poor man appeared to be all potatoes with no meat. He offered me a few extra thousand dollars to piss right on his face. So, I did it. I squatted my superior pussy and ass right over this loser’s face and forced him to drink my pee.

Then I used his face as human toilet paper. I made him lick me up and down to ensure he got every drop. This man bought the VIP room for two hours. And I chugged lemonade out of one of those power water jugs so I could supply him with an endless amount of urine. Usually, I send guys home from the VIP room smelling like my pussy. I turn them into glazed doughnuts, not a toilet. But money talks.

This phone sex babe won’t do anything for money. But that’s because I do possess some standards. However, I’m not too proud to ignore an offer to turn a man into my toilet slave. I find it fun and often profitable. Do you want to be my potty slave?