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“Today you’re going to learn the truth, and it’s going to change your life,” she said. “Every sexy Latina you’ve ever fucked, wished you could fuck, or jacked off too, needs BBC. We fuck other guys, sure, but NOTHING compares to BBC. It makes us cum like a waterfall. It makes us squirt. It gives us multiple orgasms. Have you ever made your wife do that?” “I guess not,” I said. “I can make her cum though.” Alanza laughed her sexy laugh again shaking her head and looking in my eyes knowingly. “Watch this, bitch”.
My slut Domme pulled out her phone and started showing me some of the hottest porn videos I’d ever seen, of Black guys with giant dicks fucking a smoking hot Latina. That’s when I realized the woman in the videos WAS HER. I looked at her in shock, and she smiled at me and licked her lips. She put one of my hands on her thick ass as she grinded on my thigh, her heaving tits swaying from the rhythm. I took the loose Magnum on my dick and started stroking my inferior dick with it, knowing one of the guys in the videos had used it to fuck Alanza earlier today.
I squeezed her big ass with my free hand, placing it in the same spot on her cheek that those big strong Black hands were slapping her. As I watched those huge BBC’s slide in and out of her pussy, it didn’t even look stretched out – her hole had evolved to become the perfect size for them. She creamed on their long thick cocks, and jumped off to slurp them clean, with the same plump lips I was just making out with. I now understood what a true bad bitch was, an alpha woman, a Queen. Why would a woman so sexy settle for a normal dick?
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“Cum for your goddess, bitch,” Alanza whispered in my ear as I stroked with the Magnum. “Almost… there” I stuttered. Alanza got off my thigh and pulled her dress off in one swooping motion, her body bouncing as she freed it from the confines of the cloth. She shook her dark hair and posed in front of me, statuesque, her dramatic hourglass shape the definition of feminine desire. She smiled, then frowned at me and squinted. “I said,” she repeated, “Cum sfor your GODDESS, BITCH!” She slapped my face so hard my head felt like it spun around. Cum Slut Phone Sex gone wild!
I felt pain, then immediate bliss as I looked back at her, now laughing and twerking her round bubble butt on my thigh. I felt her stretched pussy lips rubbing against my thigh as I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I erupted into the Magnum, my jizz filling the condom until it was easy to spill out. I locked eyes with Alanza, who whispered “do it”.
Never one to hesitate. I pulled the Magnum off and started gulping down my seed. When I finished, Alanza leaned over and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining as we shared my cum. “You know,” she told me, “after this, you can’t go back to liking regular women. You can only get turned on by pleasing bad bitches. And if you want to make things better with your wife, she’ll have to become a bad bitch too.” “But how?” I asked. “How do I make my wife a queen like you?”
“BBC, honey” she answered. “It makes regular woman feel so sexy that they have to be hot as possible. Black cock is what makes us get BBL’s, boob jobs, lip fillers, dress slutty. Your wife needs Black cock.” She paused. “YOU need Black Cock”.
She was right. I’d never be the same again. I got dressed and kissed her goodbye. “Come back and see me soon,” she said. “You’ve got a lot more to learn.”
As I walked into the hallway, Alanza called out to me from the door, cracking it open enough that I could still make out her intoxicating curves through the shadows.
“What was your name again, honey?”
“Oh it’s Chris.”
“Chris? Ok hun. See you next time”
Forced Bisexuality Phone Sex with Alanza Series Part one here, Part 2 here
Now that I’ve established how much I like to fuck a crazed man with too much love and not enough spent cum, and drag the Creampie Phone Sex out of him, let me tell you about a wonderful time. It was mid-winter, and things were actually pretty cold for where I lived. I’d found this one guy taking pictures of this one girl, and I decided I could do with a little heroism with my daily grind. I took his hand mid-picture. “What do you think you’re doing?” He was pretty surprised at being called out. He was more surprised at the gentle pair of lips on his a second later. It overwhelmed him, shocked his system and ordered a reset. Pressed against the wall, I kept it up, overloaded him on purpose. I dragged out every bit of his lust and threw his camera away while thinking about his cum shots on tits, specificaly mine. He didn’t even notice its absence, couldn’t, he was too focused on what was happening right in front of him. That ‘what’ being my top coming off in public, and my red lacey bra coming right after it. Pressing against him, my body urging him while my lashes fluttered and my tongue grabbed his. It took him a moment to grasp that he should be grabbing my ass, pressing me against him and grinding along, but I gave him that long moment because I was enjoying drawing all the crazy to the surface with my tongue work. It’s not public indecency if you’re pretty, then it’s a show. I was about to give a great show using this guy’s cock. He’d never think of that poor girl ever again, he’d be too busy remembering the time my titties squeezed his dick on a campus and I drained him of everything he had all over my face, shoulders, and mams. I’m a slut, and this is how I make bread with cum slut phone sex.
