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Cum Slut Phone Sex Babes Know How to Show Men Cock Appreciation

cum slut phone sexCum slut phone sex babes get all the men. It’s true. All women really need to do is show a man some cock appreciation. By that I mean a woman should at least gasp when she sees his cock to make his ego feel good. I’m not talking about blowing smoke up a guy’s ass with a 2-inch deck. But anything above 5 inches, a woman should show a little cock appreciation if she wants to keep that man. And then that brings me to the second important part of cock appreciation. Swallowing the cum.

As a professional GFE babe my married men complain often about their wives’ lack of cock appreciation. She doesn’t want to suck it. She doesn’t want to stroke it. And she sure as hell does not want to taste any cum. Why the fuck get married? I think women get married because they want financial security and a family. But as the marriage goes on, they seem less interested in doing the things that they did before they got married. And I’m sorry ladies. But if you snooze you lose. This sexy BBW might steal your man.

A Sexy BBW Waits for the Chance to Shower a Married Man with Cock Appreciation

Over the weekend Oliver and I took a ride in the country. The vibration of his hog always makes my pussy wet. My big, beautiful boobs pressed against his back as we rode through the countryside became foreplay for us. Since nobody was staying in my Airbnb currently, and we passed it on our motorcycle ride, I told him we should stop and fuck. Just being in his presence makes me wet. But when you combine that with the motorcycle ride, I didn’t think I could wait till we got back to my place in the city.

With my hands around his waist to secure myself on the motorcycle, I could feel his ample cock. Even through his jeans I could feel how rock hard his cock became at my touch. I give him the cock appreciation he needs. Every man becomes obsessed with their cock. At one point in life their dick probably served as their best friend. Women don’t need to go over the top with praise. But a little goes a long way. Once we got into my rental farmhouse, we tore each other’s clothes off. And I fell to my knees to give him cock worshiping phone sex.

If Women Swallowed More, There Would Be More Happy Men in the World

He loves the way I take his cock and smack my face and my lips. And he loves watching my tongue swirl all around his big purple head. I could feel my cunt gushing on my fingers as I played with myself as I devoured his cock. He’s a big boy in the cock department measuring over 10 inches with what I would call coke bottle thickness.

That’s not too big for me. I worked my mouth and my hands in unison and even my tits helped too. Before long I begged him to cum in my mouth so I could taste him. And I wasn’t acting. I genuinely enjoy swallowing. I made him cum quickly with my mouth.

 But my tits made him hard again and this time we fucked. He filled my pussy with his cum. And I could feel myself leaking all in my panties as we took a ride on his motorcycle back to the city. People told me all my life that the way to a man’s heart was through the stomach. But I don’t agree with that. However, I do believe if a woman shows cock appreciation for a man and swallows his biggest cum shot, she will hook him forever.

Young bald pussy plays with daddy

Young bald pussyDaddy got me naked so I could show him my young bald pussy, put me on all fours at the foot of his bed, face buried in the mattress, ass high and cheeks spread wide so he could see my pussy dripping wet. My voice is hoarse from begging all evening.

Daddy’s cock shoved straight into my soaked cunt in one brutal thrust, stretching me open. He fucked me as he hated me—short, vicious strokes that slapped my ass and made my small tits jiggle.

Every slam forced a wet squelch from my over-stuffed pussy. I pushed back to meet him, desperate to be used, drooling onto the sheets while I chanted, “Cum in me, cum in me, make me your cum-dumpster.

When he finally buried himself to the root and started pumping, I locked my muscles around him, rippling and squeezing to milk every thick rope.

Hot cum flooded my womb; I stayed perfectly still, walls fluttering, thanking him in a broken voice for turning his favorite little fuck-hole into a sloppy, overflowing mess.

I kept my ass up, letting gravity help keep his seed inside, then slowly rocked my hips to work the thick load deeper. My voice cracked as I thanked him again, promising to stay exactly like this until he decided to use me once more.

Black Cock Phone Sex is What Druggy Mommy Whores Do for Coke

black cock phone sexAlthough I would not call myself a black cock phone sex whore, I do appreciate BBC. Growing up, my mom fucked a black guy for coke. I think my mom married my dad as an act of rebellion towards her parents. My mom grew up rich. And they did not approve of her romance with a truck driver. I think initially he treated my mom well, but he could not spoil her the way she wanted. And that caused issues in the marriage later.

Over the years I think my mom grew to resent my dad because he kept a tight rein on her pocketbook. And she liked to party. So, she taught me that I don’t need to pay for cocaine when I can fuck for it. She also taught me black guys often have the best drugs, and they never mind fucking white pussy or ass to trade for it either.

I first tried coke as a schoolgirl. My mom would give me a bump here and there as I watched her and my brother fuck. When I became a teenager, I got to watch her fuck her black drug dealer. So being a dirty mommy phone sex slut and a coke whore perhaps we could say I inherited from my mother.

My husband has more money than my dad ever did. But my husband seems to be equally stingy with his money. Once he found out what a cokehead his wife was, he cut me off from the checking account. And no drug dealer I know takes American Express. However, they do take pussy and ass.

Mommy Does Her Best Fucking High

Marcus loves to fuck me in exchange for some coke. With my husband out of town on a golfing excursion, I invited him over Friday night to fuck me in front of my sons. My boys felt especially excited to see mommy in action. But they only get to watch me with their friends because I go to Marcus’s place.

But they love what a whore mommy is for coke. They know that fucking me when I’m high feels a lot better to their cocks than fucking me when I’m sober. Perhaps the coke just brings out that nasty freak inside of me.

Marcus made me his personal freak in the sheets Friday night. He fucked my ass, my pussy and my mouth while my sons egged him on. They never mind sloppy seconds either. So, after Marcus left me gaped and oozy cum, my boys picked a hole and filled me up some more. Of course, by that time I felt high as a kite. My freak flag flew high. After my sons nutted inside their mommy’s wet bald pussy and ass, I shit and pissed out the cum and licked it up off the floor. Yeah, I do my best fucking high.

Biggest Cum Shot Is The Whole Point of Freeuse Friday!

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I wake up with one goal: getting the biggest cum shot from every man who sees me. I don’t waste time with clothes. I slide into a pair of sheer, lace-top stockings and a tiny leather collar, but the most important part is the sticker. I press the neon-pink keyhole symbol right onto my clit, the adhesive sticking to my wet folds. The keyhole is the signal. It means I’m public property. It means any cock that sees it owns my pussy, my ass, and my mouth for the next twenty-four hours.

 

I head to the club early, strutting through the lounge with my legs wide, making sure every guy in the room sees that symbol. I don’t say a word; I just arch my back and grind my hips. The first one to react is Jax, a regular with a thick, vein-ridged cock. He doesn’t ask. He sees the keyhole, grabs my hair, and slams me face-down onto the velvet booth. He rips my stockings aside and shoves his hard cock deep into my soaking pussy without a drop of lube. I scream into the cushion, my walls clamping tight around him. He hammers into me, his balls slapping against my ass with a wet, rhythmic thud. I’m just a hole for him, a piece of meat, and that’s exactly how I want it. He fucks me raw, driving his cock in until he hits my cervix, before pulling out and painting my lower back with a thick, hot load of cum

Hardcore Ass Fucking My Little Ones With Big Double Dildos

Hardcore ass fuckingGuys love Hardcore ass fucking my little ones, almost as much as I love to watch them do it, I had a guy pay me a large sum of money to force fuck my mini sluts up the ass with large dildos and butt plugs as I watched and gave him instructions, my sluts were too high on molly to realize that they were in pain, they actually liked it after a while.

My youngest would rub on her little bald pussy as he rammed a fourteen-inch dildo in her asshole; it was one of those double-sided dildos, once he worked about half of it in her ass, he stuck the other end in her big sisters ass, made them fuck each other with that big dildo as he jacked his tiny dick and watched, it was so fucking small he jacked it with his pointer finger and thumb, it was like a big clit, I think that is why the dildo was so large, when the girls started to get tired, he pulled the dildo out and replaced it with massive butt plugs.

He then forced the girls to suck on his big clit and rim his perverted asshole, I watched giving the girls praise and direction as I fingered my wet mommy pussy, watching those girls perform made me squirt across the room, my kinky sluts cleaned my pussy with their little dirty mouths when I was done, I love being a dirty pervy mom, playing with my girls turn me on so much.

Romantic Phone Sex Sessions with James Takes My Breath Away

romantic phone sexRomantic phone sex sessions are the best. I love exploring different times and different scenarios, especially with James. He knows just how to woo a woman. It makes me swoon every time. Makes me think how much life would be different if I grew up in the 80s instead of the 90s.

It’s a cruel, (cruel) cruel summer; Leavin’ me here on my own; It’s a cruel, (it’s a cruel) cruel summer; Now you’re gone (Bananarama)

I went back to June 1987, in Lansing, Michigan. As a transfer student to Michigan State, on my first night in my new city, I went into this local college bar called Dooley’s. I heard the DJ playing Cruel Summer as I walked in. And I noticed a sad but very handsome man sitting at the bar by himself. I wore a pink dress with some black pumps. 80s video vixen hair teased out. I decided to sit next to him, even though he seemed lost in his thoughts.

I ordered myself a Bartels and James wine cooler and introduced myself to this handsome stranger. But of course, I asked him why he looked so blue. He seemed hesitant to talk, but I was determined to cheer him up. I thought maybe he was a student too, and I could make a new friend. But he graduated two years before. James felt so blue because while he attended Michigan State in the Air Force ROTC program, he met a sweet girl and fell in love.

Hello? Is it me you’re looking for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile (Lionel Ritchie)

However, when he told her, he wanted to make love to her, she broke up with him. Broke his heart. So, I put my hand on his listening intently to him. Personally, I think she might have been afraid of her own feelings and a long-distance relationship. All I could think to myself was her loss might be my gain. I felt some sort of instant connection with his handsome, but sad stranger. As I listened to him, telling me about his relationship, the DJ played Lionel Richie’s song Hello. And he asked me to dance.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other one held my hand as we danced. And I felt all tingly inside. A woman knows when she vibes with someone and I thought to myself this might be fate. He looked at me with his beautiful, sad eyes and asked me why somebody so beautiful would choose him. But I think fate might’ve chosen us.

James started to sing the song, and it felt like he sang it directly to me. He told me he felt better. So, I told him he made me feel better too as a stranger in a new city with zero friends. I had a brilliant idea. He booked a hotel stay for an entire week because he planned on spending time with his girlfriend.

I mean, this felt like a first date. Albeit a very special first date. And I wanted him to stay with me for the week. But I didn’t ask that right away. I eased into it and asked him if he just wanted to come back to my apartment full of boxes for a nightcap.

It’s no surprise (love begs, love pleads); It’s what I need; If you’ve got love in your sights; Watch out, love bites (Def Leppard)

Only the bed was assembled in my new pad. Dooley’s was less than a block from my campus apartment, so he walked me home. But first we walked through campus, and he showed me the lay of the land. Beautiful night. The moon shined brightly, illuminating the campus. James became my private tour guide.

And even took me through the gardens. The smell was intoxicating. I could not have asked for a better night or a more handsome tour guide. We even walked by this huge 12 feet tall statue called Spartie, a symbol of the campus.

Neither of us wanted this evening to end. We talked as we walked through campus, discovering each other as we held hands. I felt comfortable and at ease with him. And according to him, I brightened up his world. We discovered a shared love for all sorts of music. So, when we got back to my place, I put some tunes on my boombox and offered him a beer. This day turned around for both of us. Again, this felt like fate.

He took off his dapper blazer, sat on my couch and drank a beer. Such a gentleman. He was not in my house for more than 10 minutes before he wanted to help me unpack. But I told him that could wait till tomorrow. I moved closer to him and suggested he just stay the week with me.

Chances aren’t enough; One’s too good to miss; Chances aren’t too strong; A chance is all there is (Air Supply)

I thought I could save him some money and really get to know him. And I have never been an impulsive girl. However, when something feels like fate you move quickly. My boom box played Air Supply, and we sat on the couch getting to know each other even better. I laid my head on his chest, and I felt his chin rest on my head. We fit like a glove.

The song Chances started to play on the radio, and he asked me to dance. We both slipped off our shoes and found a spot between the boxes to dance. Both of our hearts fluttered. And we kissed. Our first official kiss. The kind of kiss a woman gets lost in.

He wrapped his arms around me and with so much passion our tongues intertwined. The next song that played solidified my notion that this felt like fate at work. Two Less Lonely People in the World played on my boom box and I mustered up the nerve to ask him to make love to me. I do believe Cupid hit us both hard.

I led him into my bedroom. We only needed the bed, so the boxes did not get in our way. He unzipped my dress and I tingled at his touch as my dress fell to the floor. As I stepped out of it, he undid my bra. I turned around to kiss him, and I felt his hands roaming on my perky breasts.

In my life where everything was wrong; Something finally went right; Now there’s two less lonely people in the world tonight (Air Supply)

As we kissed again, my nipples became erect and I could feel his love rocket pressing into me. So, I unzipped his pants and unleashed his love muscle. As I started to stroke his cock, I also began to move slowly backwards towards my bed. I led him by his magnificent cock, and we fell back into my bed.

I wrapped my legs around him while I continued to stroke his cock, and we kissed passionately. He pulled my panties off, and I tugged his boxers down. Eventually, we were naked on my bed and in the 69 position. I greedily took his love gun deep down my throat as he began licking my love canyon up and down.

 His tongue felt amazing on my private garden. I could feel him spreading my lips and plunging his tongue up and down, back-and-forth, and in and out. No doubt he tasted every inch of me. I started gushing all over his face as I felt his member throb down my throat.

My thighs trembled, and my body stiffened because I knew I was about to cum on his face. But James wanted me to cum. Such an intimate moment with somebody I’d only known for a few hours. But it honestly it felt like I’d known him for decades. He seemed hungry for my pussy juice. And he didn’t let up even after I orgasmed.

Tonight I fell in love with you; And all the things I never knew; Seemed to come to me somehow (Air Supply)

He kept eating my pussy tasting all those juices. He told me my sweet honey served as his reward. By that time, I started convulsing. I tried to take his cock deeper down my throat. And I could feel myself falling in love with a man I just met. I felt desperate to make love to him. I told him how much I wanted him deep inside of me. And that I wanted his biggest cum shot.

I climaxed all over his face again. After my third orgasm, he finally agreed to give my love garden his love muscle. We made love like a newlywed couple who knew each other for years. I could taste my love nectar on his face as we kissed. His cock felt ready for this very special mission. I grabbed that beautiful rock-hard cock and guided it deep inside of my pussy. As I moaned his name in pleasure, he entered my love canal. And it slid in easily because he soaked me with his tongue.

My womanhood grabbed his love stick, and we began pumping and grinding back-and-forth. Honestly, I do not think any man ever made me that wet. My legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him into me deeper. He gazed into my eyes as he pumped that throbbing, loving gun deep into me.

His love rocket made me cum again. I started to quiver and shake. Beads of sweat dripping off us both. When we kissed, we could taste each other’s salt. I was falling in love with a man I just met as I came third time on his cock. His rocket kept pounding away, hitting deep inside of me. His balls slapped my lips with each stroke. My love garden gripped his rocket harder and I came again.

Two less lonely people in the world; And it’s gonna be fine; Out of all the people in the world; I just can’t believe you’re mine (Air Supply)

I begged him to cum inside of me. And he did. His rocket shot a massive load inside of my pussy coating my walls of love. We both laid there drained physically. I sank into his arms, feeling sweaty and super wet. But I still basked in the glow of it all. James collapsed into my body, and I wrapped him in my arms. What a wonderful chance encounter. In that moment, he agreed to stay at my place for the remainder of his stay in Michigan. So, we could have many more nights together.

Two less lonely people in the world that night. That magical night. The best medicine for getting over somebody is to get under somebody new. I had to pinch myself to realize this happened. This was not just some wild fantasy phone sex dream. This was reality. Two strangers, one suffering from a broken heart, the other suffering from social anxiety, met at the perfect time to help each other out. And it felt like the start of something beautiful and magical; something that seemed predestined to last forever.

Daddy’s Girl Phone Sex Is How I Seduced Him!

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He pulls out of my pussy with a wet pop and flips me onto my back, pinning my legs behind my ears. He’s not done with me yet. He spends a few minutes teasing my clit with his thumb, rubbing it raw until I’m sobbing and begging for more. Then, he positions himself over my face again, but this time, he wants me to work for it. He makes me lick every inch of his shaft, cleaning off the remnants of my own juices and his cum.

 

I use my tongue to trace the vein running up his cock, sucking the head with a loud, slurping sound that echoes in the quiet room. He groans, his hips starting to twitch. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him. The look of pure, possessive lust in his eyes makes my core throb. He doesn’t want a daughter; he wants a pet, and I am more than happy to be it.

 

He thrusts one last time, deep and hard, as he comes again, spraying hot seed across my cheeks and forehead. I lap up every drop, making sure not a single bit of him goes to waste. As he finally pulls away and stands up, leaving me breathless and leaking on the bed, he tells me to get cleaned up and wait for him in the kitchen. I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, already counting down the seconds until he decides he wants to fuck me again.

Daddy breeding his filthy schoolgirl

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I ran through the door with my uniform skirt pulled up over my wet bald pussy, and my soaked panties pulled to the side, cunt lips glistening with need. Daddy was on the couch; I hopped straight onto his lap, gropped his cock, and slammed my tight cunt down until my ass slapped his thighs. I rode him like a fucking bitch in heat, hips popping, juices spilling out around his thick daddy cock every time I dropped. “Use your schoolgirl cum-whore, Daddy—dump your load into me,” I begged and pleaded, voice cracking.
Feeling daddy in my back
My clit pounded against him with every bounce; I could feel the amazing feeling of Daddy’s cock all the way up my spine. I squeezed his cock, milking his cock with every upthrust, then pounded again, taking him balls fucking deep. Daddy’s hands gripped my waist as he started thrusting up to meet me, pounding my cervix. I kept babbling filthy praise—”breed your filthy slut, fill your dirty whore’s cunt”—until he growled and unloaded, thick jets of cum whitewashing my womb.
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I stayed on daddy’s lap, grinding in slow motion, kissing him , squeezing every last spurt out of him while my hungry pussy fluttered and sucked. My thighs trembled from the effort, but I refused to lift off until every drop was buried deep. I rocked my hips in tiny circles, feeling his cum slosh inside me, then clenched hard to keep it from leaking out. “Thank you for using your fucktoy, Daddy,” I spoke quietly, voice shaky, already hungry for the next load.

 

Panty Boy Phone Sex is Something a Sexy Mommy Encourages

panty boy phone sexAs a mom, I never mind panty boy phone sex calls. I think women have the advantage of much more comfortable undergarments than men. Both of my sons played around with my panties when they were younger. Sometimes they wore them and sometimes they jacked off in them. I can’t blame boys for being curious about women’s panties. We have a wider selection and so many more different styles. And they feel more comfortable on your junk.

Over the weekend my oldest son invited a new friend to spend the weekend with us. A nice boy but relatively shy. Usually, I can bring any boy out of his shell. They just sometimes need a little experience to develop some game. So, I kept my eye on this boy to gauge his reactions to me. He stared at my tits a lot. Mommy jugs, big or small, hold a certain appeal to all young men.

Well, when I made dinner, I lost sight of the boy. While my casserole baked, I went searching for him. My son seemed into his video game. At first, I thought the boy just excused himself to the bathroom. But I found him in my bedroom wearing my panties. And I knew he liked wearing them. Mommy phone sex babes know the difference between a panty boy and a horny boy. Not to say that panty boys are not horny. I could tell that this boy wanted to wear my panties more than he wanted to jack off in them.

As a Mommy, I Encourage Boys to Cum in Mommy’s Panties

So, I helped him try on some different ones. At first, he seemed completely embarrassed that I caught him in a pair of my silky white panties. So, I assured him he could explore that side of himself. And he blossomed before my eyes, prancing around in my panties.

But I found out he still likes pussy. I wouldn’t call him a sissy. He just likes wearing panties. After about an hour of trying on panties, I convinced him to let me blow him while wearing a pair of my panties. When I could tell he was about to cum, I screamed cum in mommy ‘s panties. And he did.

Although I swallowed some of it, he came a lot in my panties. I enjoyed seeing that wet stain that a cock makes when it leaks into panties. We were gone for about an hour, but I don’t think my son realized that his friend went MIA.

While my son played Mortal Kombat, I played with his panty boy pal. I don’t care what your fetish is, I encourage exploration on my phone sex line as well as in my bedroom. My son’s new friend left Sunday with five pairs of my sexy panties for his own personal pleasure. Like I said, this sexy mommy appreciates a panty boy.

Making Married Men Moan Is My Specialty

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I giggle to myself as I type in my caller’s credit card info. I love married men phone sex, so when he asked me if I did calls with married guys, I was giddy immediately! The second his card clears, I return to the line. “Hey, baby. We’re all set. You alone?”

He exhales like he’s been holding his breath all day. “Yeah, she’s asleep. I’m in the bathroom.”

I slide my hand between my thighs. My pussy is already hot and slick. “Good. Then you can give me every second of your attention.” He groans softly. I know that sound. He’s already stroking. “Tell me what you want tonight,” I whisper, voice low and filthy. “Tell Hope exactly how you need to be taken care of.”

“I just… I need to cum. A lot. She never wants to fuck anymore.”

I laugh, soft and warm. “That’s why you call me. Because you know I’ll worship that cock until you can’t think straight. I’d be on my knees right now if I could, licking every inch, sucking your balls, letting you fuck my throat until spit’s running down my tits.”

His breathing gets heavier. I push two fingers inside my wet bald pussy and let him hear how soaked I am. “Listen to that,” I murmur. “That’s what your voice does to me. I’m dripping just thinking about making you cum again and again. I’m your little cum slut tonight, remember? I want every load you’ve got.”

He swears under his breath. I keep talking, guiding him, praising him, telling him exactly how I’d ride him, how I’d swallow him down after he fills me, how I’d beg for the next round before he’s even finished shaking. By the time he cums the first time, I’m already planning the second. “Good boy. Don’t stop, keep stroking it, baby. I’m not hanging up until you’ve given me at least three.”

He moans my name like a prayer. I smile, fingers still working between my legs. Another married man who finally gets what he needs. And I’m more than happy to give it to him.