Hot Phonesex Lets Me Take Care of Lonely, Neglected Cocks!

Hot Phonesex Lets Me Take Care of Lonely, Neglected Cocks

I love hot phonesex. When I entered the phone bone world, I started doing this part-time. Just to supplement my income from the strip club. But now I do this full-time and the strip club is more part-time. I love talking dirty. But I really enjoy taking care of men.

And I really like talking to lonely men. Lonely men come into the club all the time. And they’re not much different from some of my callers. Married men seem taken for granted, and sex starved. Some just need somebody who cares and listens and wants to make their day better.

Perhaps this contributes to my perpetual singleness. I talk to too many men, and I meet them too, who are married, but have not fucked in years or decades. Why get married if you’re not going to fuck your husband?

So, this phone sex babe loves delivering the girlfriend experience. I don’t need a husband when I have my lonely men at the club and on the phone. Last night, I met a lonely widower at the club. Likely 30 years older than me.

But age doesn’t matter to me. Lonely men come in all ages and races. In my head, I called this man Mr. Howell from Gilligan’s Island. I used to love that show when it came on Nick at Night in the 90s. But this man came into the club dressed in an all-white suit before Memorial Day. He did look dapper though.

And he took a shine to me. I did not dance last night. But he wanted me in the VIP room anyway. Poor man became a caregiver to his wife who passed away from cancer. After the lap dance, I gave him a hand job.

I Love Taking Care of Neglected Men on the Phone and in the Club

Honestly, I would’ve fucked him. Such a sweet old man. Believe it or not, a decent cock on him too. Not sure if he took Viagra or not, but I don’t believe I ever felt a cock quite as hard as his. At 68 he still gets boners. But a woman has not touched his cock in 25 years.

And I knew his wife was sick. But she was not sick for 25 years. They got married in the 80s. This sweet old man gave me the biggest cum shot from a hand job I’ve ever experienced. His load shot across the room. And he let out a guttural moan that suggested he needed to bust a nut. I thought he might pass out from exhaustion afterwards. My pussy never touched his dick. The best paid hand job of my life.

For a bit, I wondered if this mirrored those playboy models trying to satisfy Hugh Hefner when he was in his 80s. Although, me Mr. Howell seemed closer to 70, he sported a neglected old dick. But what a sweet man. I would’ve jacked him off for free.

Although in my profession as a phone whore and a stripper, I’ve met my share of assholes, Mr. Howell, I would not include him among them. The sweetest old man. Afterwards, the owner of the club told me that man’s last name. In my town parks and buildings appeared named after his great grandfather. Old school money family. So, I’ll help him out if he comes to the club again. That’s what I love about my jobs. I get to meet such interesting people and help them feel better.