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Hot Phonesex with Brooklyn: Getting Backstage to Motley Crue

I am a total size queen so it is no surprise I’d love Motley Crue. I saw the infamous  sex tape; Tommy Lee’s cock was so big it could steer the boat. How many guys can steer a boat with their cocks? Not many. When I heard they were coming to town, I made sure to try to get tickets. I am the perfect rock groupie. Hot, sexy, know how to fuck, and totally down with being used by big cocks. Well my fucking Internet went out and when it came back on, all tickets were sold out. I couldn’t even find tixs on Stub Hub. So, I thought, if Tommy Lee just saw how hot I was, he’d make sure I got back stage and didn’t miss the final tour.  One of my tiny dick losers is a professional photographer. He’d do anything to get a glimpse of me naked. I got him to take a bunch of sexy pics of me with guitars.  What well hung rock star could resist a hot babe with a guitar? I know I am cocky, but look at me?

I went downtown to the arena they would be playing at and charmed my way into the promotions office. So I had to gang bang a few lowly clerical type guys whose cocks combined were not as big as Tommy Lee’s. I had to let 5 little losers fuck my cunt, my ass and jizz all over my face for any information. It was worth the humiliation however, to get the address and cell number of Motley Crue’s road manager. Once I had that the tough part was over; I sent  the pics to him with a plea to please find a way to get me into the concert. I waited patiently for a few days and then it happened. I got the call. Not from the  manger like I expected, but from Tommy Lee himself. He told me what a hot piece of ass I was and that he’d be honored to have me back stage. Just one little catch, I had to be open to ANYTHING.  Well duh. I told him I let 5 snot nosed pencil pushers do whatever they wanted to me just for the chance to attend  a sold out Crue show, so of course I would be the band’s groupie bitch. It would be an honor to suck, fuck, and be degraded by rock legends.

With a little perseverance and a hot body, it’s amazing what can be achieved. I can’t wait till October. I am the perfect woman  to be a groupie to a bunch of well hung rock gods.

Exhibitionist Phone Sex with Cassandra:

  I have a daily gym routine. This body doesn’t stay slamming all on its own.  I usually just shower at the gym, then go meet my friends for happy hour.  Thursday was no different. Except for the fact that some stupid bitch stole my clothes in the locker room. And not only did she steal my clothes, but she took my keys and my cell phone. I had no way of getting someone to bring me clothes. And all the stuck up bitches in the locker room would not help me out. Guess they are jealous of my hot body. I thought for a moment of what I should do. Well, I was not sucking up to some uptight jealous soccer mom, that was for sure. So, I decided I would  try to get to the bar where my friends were meeting me. I mean, so public nudity is technically illegal; I do have a rocking body.  I stole a dirty towel out of the hamper, which barely covered me and dashed out the locker room, through the gym, and out the door. I only had a few blocks to go and one of my BFFs would take me home for more suitable clothing.

I start sprinting down the side walk, my big tits bouncing. I could hear people yelling sexual comments and staring at me. Suddenly, some little boy yanked my towel off as I sprinted by him. I sure did not see that one coming. Before I could stop and grab it back, he was in the car with his older brother getting high fived. I was now totally naked in downtown Louisville.  At happy hour during Thursday Night Live, which meant thousands of folks on Main St. My pals were meeting me at the Hard Rock Cafe which was still another 4 blocks. I sucked it up again and started jogging. This time, I kept my head held high and went a little slower, trying to embrace my shame. I saw fingers pointing, mouths gaping open, cell phones snapping pictures, and parents covering their offspring’s eyes.  But I had no choice.  I am comfortable in my skin, really. I know my body is hot and I do not feel  there is anything wrong with nudity. However, I heard someone yell  “Put some clothes on bitch before I call the cops.” Of course it was some  stupid cunt.

I’m not only hot, but smart. I ducked into a little candy store. Did my best damsel in distress  for the guy behind the counter. When that didn’t work, I sucked his cock and let him fuck me in the ass. Let this loser bend me over the counter and fuck my ass to help me. It was 60 seconds of  torture for me lol. I’m too hot for little pricks. Desperate times call for desperate measures. In exchange for my mercy fuck, he  gave me a bunch of candy. What the fuck? I need clothes or a phone, not candy. But, I’m resourceful. I  took the candy out of all the pretty pink cellophane wrapping and made a makeshift outfit. A pretty tiny one, but I was no longer butt naked. Now those stuck up bitches could shut the fuck up and let me get across downtown to meet my besties for a much needed cocktail. I may not have had much on, but I rocked my pink cellophane outfit. In fact, folks thought I was a rock star or something when I arrived at the Hard Rock Cafe. They were asking for my autograph and taking pics. And me and my friends drank for free that night. Or maybe they were just fans who caught my naked sprint down Main Street!

 

Mutual Masturbation Phone Sex with BBW Glenda: Makeshift Dildos

Today I was out by my pool and got really horny. I went to my bedroom to get a vibrator . I was all set to play with my pussy all day long as I worked on my tan. And dangit, the fucking batteries were dead. I got a little frustrated and threw my pink friend over the fence. My neighbors will have a nice surprise. Hopefully their fur friend doesn’t find it first and drop it on the porch! My fingers were just  not gonna do the trick today. I was turbo charged sexually. I suddenly channeled my inner Martha Stewart, which is rare. I am hardly the crafty type. I started opening drawers and cabinets to see what I could find to fuck myself with today. I didn’t even have any garden veggies in the house. But, I did have play dough, a roll of paper towels, crazy glue and some plastic little Easter eggs left over from Easter. Fuck Martha Stewart, I was about to be MacGyver.

I stared intently at the items on my kitchen counter as I rubbed my clit. The need for something inside my pussy  made me creative. I undid the Easter eggs, glued one half on each paper towel ring on both ends. I then rolled the play dough onto the paper towel rings and over the plastic egg covers. I spent some time perfecting the shape until it had a cylinder shape around the middle and a penis like head. I then baked it in the oven for 30 minutes until the play dough hardened and glistened. I let it sit for another 30 minutes to cool down and then I examined it. It was hard and round and the perfect shape. I got up on my kitchen counter and slowly inserted it into my pussy. OMG. It was still a bit warm, but it was long and thick and felt awesome in my cunt. I fucked that pretty purple homemade dildo for an hour before I squirted everywhere and decided I wanted more.  I had tons of play dough left over from a birthday party, so I decided to make several more handmade fuck toys. By the time I was done, I had a rainbow of homemade dildos.

It really is amazing how creative one can get when without a cock or batteries. You know, I may never use a vibrator again. My play dough dildos feel awesome and they are good for the environment.  In  fact, I am gonna call up some of my girlfriends and have them come over and take them for a test drive.  Trust me, if you wanna jack off I can help you. Hell, we can rub one out together and get creative with what we use to pleasures ourselves. Wait, that makes me the MacGyver of Mutual Masturbation phone sex!

Foot Fetish Phone Sex with Blair

My sons are huge football fans, especially the Seahawks. And I am obsessed with Peyton Manning; he just looks so yummy. So last year for the Superbowl, we had a party. I invited several of my girl friends over, and they invited a few of their friends.  Before the boys arrived, us girls gave each other pedicures. Having pretty feet and toes is part of being a woman. Plus, well manicured feet give the best foot jobs ! We wanted to look our best for the boys. One of my girlies even got body painted to express her love for the Hawks. Well by the time the boys arrived, we were drunk on wine and had not bothered putting on shoes or any clothes really. Those strapping young studs came in, and there were strapping men on the TV, and well women in their 30s are in their sexual prime, so this meant we were horny.  We showed off our pretty new feet and before we knew it,  the boys were caressing our feet, kissing them and sucking our toes. Well one thing led to another, and all of them had their cocks out and we started giving foot jobs. I love the feel of a hard cock between my pretty feet. Even better is the feel of hot cum running through my toes! That was just the first of many foot job parties to cum!

Every boy in attendance at our Superbowl party got a foot job before the game started, at half time and of course to celebrate the Seahawks win.  Feet are just so darn sexy. Maybe it’s because toes are like boy cock. I’m not sure, but I do love to show my feet off.  I bet you’d like play time with my feet! Maybe suck on my toes? Feel your throbbing hard cock in-between my feet? Fuck my cunt or my ass with your big toe? Jizz all over my pretty feet? I haven’t given a good foot job in awhile; my feet are begging for some cum!

Hot Phone Sex in the Hood

I don’t talk much about my private affairs but maybe it’s time for a little show and tell. You know that I’m the bust black whore from the projects right? Ok good. You also know that I sucked and fucked my way out of the hood don’t you? No?! Well, it’s a long story. In grade school I was always the class slut. My tits were always bigger than any other girls in my grade and the boys always gave me a lot of attention. I refused to let all that attention go when Carla Santos got her first real bra so I had to step the game up. I kept my popularity by being the first girl to suck a white cock in my class. All the girls called me a slut but what regular bitch did you know that had Gucci, Prada, Louie, and more by the 9th grade? Those basic bitches were getting coach wristlets from their grandmothers on Christmas. Ha! Every day that I opened my legs or swallowed a drop of cum was Christmas for me. Because I became so used to using my big tits and phat ass to get what I needed school was a struggle for me. I then had to upgrade to fucking my teachers for A’s and B’s. I even ate out Ms. Wall’s ancient pussy for a good English Lit final grade!The most I would do during class was finger my cunnie so a nerd would buy me lunch in exchange for letting him smelling them. I knew for a fact that after high school I wasn’t going to be able to do anything that didn’t involve using my body to get by.  I spent my whole senior year thinking of a way to get out of the hood using the ASSets god gave me. That’s when it came to me. I put on my sexiest outfit and went down to the strip where all the hoes work. I looked for the nicest car I could find. Hondas and Toyotas would pull over to speak but I need me a Bentley or a Rollz Royce, honey. Then, my money car stopped right in front of me. An all-black cadi stopped right in front of me and a white hand signaled me over and I didn’t hesitate to get in. He said he noticed all my designer clothes and knew I wasn’t just an ordinary crack whore tryna make a few bucks. He said, “I can tell you want to live a lavish lifestyle and with that body, I can help.” That’s when he introduced me as Hansel Jenkard, the owner of Fuckaroo Films. He offered me a position as the star busty model. Of course I had to give him a sample of what I could do! After exactly 6 minutes of sucking his cock he confirmed I got the job by giving me a mouth full of cum. Ever since then I never looked back! I mean, how could I?

Pussy Worshipping Phone Sex with Brooklyn: You Can Eat but You Can’t Fuck

So last night  this wealthy guy in town hired me to be his hot date for some charity bowling event in his house. Normally, I don’t do such things; sex is pleasure, not work. But $10,000 to look pretty and pose for some pictures was a no brainer. As I was getting ready to collect my money and return home, he said “Not so fast pretty lady. How would you like to double your money?” See, I knew he had a notoriously small dick. Everyone in town talks about how he overcompensates for his small pecker with fast cars, the newest gadgets, the biggest home in town… Yes, he has had some of the hottest women in town, but it’s not because of the size of his cock; it’s because of the size of his wallet. I was all prepared for him to beg me to fuck him. Lesser men certainly have begged and pleaded to get inside my hot tight cunt. I was also prepared to turn him down. Size matters to me and I have certain standards I have to live by.

But much to my surprise, he did not try to buy fuck time. He wanted to pay for the privilege of worshipping my pussy. He had heard rumors that I had the tastiest cunt in town. How sweet, and so very true. I lick my pussy juices off of big throbbing cocks, sex toys and my fingers all the time. Yummy. So, $20,000 to be eye candy and get my pussy worshipped? I was all in. He took me back to his private bowling lanes, away from his guests and the servants. He laid me down on a smooth lane and went to town on my juicy cunt. OMG. He may have a small dick, but he has a Gene Simmons tongue. That thing found my G-spot in seconds and I squirted all over his face. He then squirted in his pants poor guy. I never even touched his pecker and he came. He ate me out for hours. I swear at one point, I lost consciousness. He told me I indeed had the best tasting beaver he’d ever had the pleasure of devouring. I felt bad about being paid to be worshipped that way. I almost gave the money back. But, I’m not dumb. He can afford me.  I did, however, tell him, the next pussy worshipping session was on me. My kitty is still purring after all.

BBW Phone Sex with Glenda: My First Bald Beaver

A few years ago, my BFF told me my pussy was ugly. She said no guy wants to lick a hairy snatch; no girl either. Well, I was upset thinking that I was losing out on cock because I had some girl fur. I had thought men were not interested me once they saw me naked because I had saggy tits or a big butt or even a little cellulite on my thighs. At that point in my life, I was insecure about my curves. I considered myself fat. Being the kick ass friend she was, she arranged for her “personal landscaper” to come to my house. I was nervous. I mean hot wax on my pussy? That sounded painful.  I was so nervous I even shaved my cunt a bit to trim it up for the groomer. How funny was that? Turns out that was a bad idea because the more hair you have on your twat, the easier it is to pull the hair from the root. Well, I downed a bottle of wine, and my bestie took pics for special memory book. The pain wasn’t that bad. I fucking loved my new bald look. So smooth and pretty. Showed off my plump pussy lips very well too. I actually found the whole thing so hot, that I masturbated.  Right there for my BFF and her spa lady to see. That was the first time I ever had a woman  lick my pussy too. The girls wanted me to see how much better it feels to be licked on when have a smooth canvas. It felt so good, that not a week goes by now that I don’t indulge in some girl on girl action. Women eat the best pussy.

My BFF was right too. The problem with men backing out on fucking me once I was naked had nothing to do with my body type. It was my hairy beaver. Many guys like to see pretty swollen puffy pink lips while fucking. Plus, when my bald cunt is filled with cum, it looks so much prettier. My confidence soared. I rock my curves. I get a Brazilian wax every 3 weeks now like clockwork. And I  get cock daily. I’m not fat; I’m phat! And forever grateful to my best friend for teaching me the joys of a bald pussy.  She changed my life!

Role Play Phone Sex with Blair: Ruler of Cock

You know when you are little you fantasize about what you will be when you grow up. And, you are full of innocence and your parents encouragement so you honestly think you can be anything, anyone. Well, I wanted to be Catherine the Great.  I knew she was dead, but I had yet to realize the US didn’t operate like Russia. All I knew was that she was beautiful, wealthy, noble and powerful. She was the longest ruling female of Russia. She possessed the qualities I wanted. As I got older, and studied history in college, I became more fascinated with her. By this time, I was an established submissive and exploring all sorts of kinky sexual fantasies. I read every book I could on her, saw every movie made about her,  and dressed up as her whenever I could.

Catherine the Great was what I could not be; what was not in my instinct to be: dominate. But, we did share a passion for sexual deviancy. I read countless stories about her sexual exploits and would masturbate. She had a very healthy libido and was not afraid to indulge her sexual proclivities. Everyone knows the rumor about the horse. But beyond that, she was notorious for liking younger cock and giving favor to those  young strapping lads by selecting them for positions within her political cabinet. She bore more than one illegitimate offspring too. After her husband died, she refused to marry again. She did not care about appearances.  She cared about power and desire.  She did not deny herself sexual pleasure.  She was way ahead of her time. Can you blame me for wanting to be her or just like her when I grew up? She had a huge sexual appetite. She had an erotic obsession for  boy cock. She apparently loved doing perverted and sick things to get off. She fucked outside her marriage and indulged in family fun. She was my idol.

In hindsight, I know it looks silly to think I could have been Catherine the Great as a younger girl, but didn’t you have some out of the box fantasies when you were younger too? And can you blame me for wanting to be a powerful , insatiable ruler of cock? It still gets my cunt wet thinking of all the boys she had, the two legged and four legged variety!

 

Free as a Butterfly: Exhibitionist Phone Sex with Vinny

Ever since I was younger, I have been an exhibitionist. I’d run around naked as a wee lass and always resist any attempts to put clothes on me.  I felt like clothes were constraints. I still feel that way. We are born naked, so naked is our natural state. I love nude beaches. I love public sex and getting naked in places I might get caught. I even enjoy flashing unsuspecting folks. I have a great body and I don’t mind showing it off.  Plus, I think too many people are uptight about sex and human sexuality. The body in its natural form is a beautiful work of art. Our bodies are like butterflies. They blossom as they mature, get more beautiful with age. And we should be free with our bodies like the butterfly. Free to show it off, free to do what feels good, free from all societal constraints, free from judgment…

I am at the beach this week, and although I do visit the nude beach to cock hunt, I love walking up and down the boardwalk flashing people. Sometimes I am just nude under a little jacket or sometimes I am walking around amongst groups of folks of all ages in the tiniest of swimsuits. One that leaves little to the imagination.  Early this morning, I found myself sitting on a park bench overlooking the beautiful ocean. I had just a swim suit cover up on. I got lost in the beauty that surrounded me, and the cover up fell open revealing my hot body. I have toned skin, ample and firm breasts,  in shape legs, and a sweet, smooth pussy. I’m a mature momma, but I look good. I let several passersby stop and gaze at my beauty; some even snapped a picture.

At one point I found myself feeling so free, I rubbed my clit. Right there on the boardwalk.  It wasn’t high traffic time, but there were plenty of early morning joggers who got a hot show! Do you like to masturbate where you might get caught? Enjoy the thought of random folks gazing at your  beautiful naked body? I’m gonna hang out at the beach longer in hopes that I will catch the eye of a well hung stud to fuck. Maybe we will decide to be free as butterflies, and fuck right there on that public bench. Maybe it will be you?

 

Hot phonesex and extreme sports

My friend won a trip to the “Great Down Under” and I was lucky that she decided I should accompany her. On the plane, she had read an article about crocodile bungee-jumping and she told me that she really wanted to see it; I laughed at the excitement in her eyes and told her only a fool would jump in crocodile-infested water. “But we’re not doing it, Lacey. We’re just gonna watch some hunks do it!” she said in her excited voice.

And, she didn’t forget about it; that was one of our first outings after we got settled. The water was murky and we stood on top of a ledge. The jumpers were congregated together, wishing each other luck in their sexy accents. Maybe this experience wouldn’t be too bad, I thought. A couple of them winked at me as they filed in line. We must have looked like doughy-eyed tourists because one particular attractive jumper told me in passing, “If I make it out alive, love, I wanna grab a cold one with you.” “This is so hot!” my friend exclaimed. And, I was beginning to agree with her.

When the attractive native jumped, I felt my heart race. The crocks had begun to get a little agitated at all the flopping into the water. But, he ended up being safe and returned to me. He told me about “death rolls” and all kinds of stuff. After a few stouts, I was feeling even hornier and leaned into him and gave him my bedroom eyes. He smirked and nodded toward the brush. I followed him behind one of the trailers that was set-up for the jumpers; he lifted me like I weighed nothing and slammed me against the wall. I was so turned on that I didn’t care if I was making noise or not; besides, I assumed that everyone was still at the cliff.

He pumped inside of me, my cunt swallowing every inch of his manhood. I bit his shoulder and he laughed, “You’re a little crock, aren’t ya?” He fucked me harder and demanded that I confess to being “a crock.” I screamed it out, begged for him to fuck me. And, when we came, he smirked and looked up. There in the small windows of the trailer were his fellow sportsmen…watching the entire thing!