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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.

Tranny Phone Sex Babes Stay in High Demand

tranny phone sexMen crave tranny phone sex. Girls like me wouldn’t be in the adult industry if there wasn’t a high demand. And I’m glad men want me and women like me. The traditional workforce comes with lots of limitations and lack of acceptance. But the adult industry seems very welcoming. Men know what they’re getting. No surprises.

But sometimes I still meet a man who doesn’t know about my panty surprise. While I’m spending my hot girl summer in Colorado, I still get out to bars and clubs at least once a week. And I went to a trans friendly bar Friday night and met Billy. Perhaps he did not realize he went into a trans bar. Or maybe he preferred to play dumb. He bought me drinks and we chatted. Although he’s a tourist, we discovered we live in the same hometown. Small world. Perhaps fate.

He invited me back to his place and I took a gamble and went. Usually, I prefer the home-field advantage as a shemale domination porn star. But of course, I assumed he knew about what I tuck discreetly in my panties. Based on his reaction, when my cock popped out of my pretty purple thong, I don’t think he realized he went to a trans bar. At first, I thought I might need to leave. And I started to leave and then he apologized for being so rude. He asked me to sit down on the couch with him and just talk with him.

Even Though I am Dominant, I Prefer Not to Ruin Your Asshole Unless You Want it Ruined

He never saw a 10-inch cock coming on sexy woman, he said. But I explained that I am still a woman. I just happen to have a bigger dick than a lot of men. After we talked for about a half hour, he seemed willing to suck my cock. But I did need to guide him through the process. Honestly, he didn’t do too bad. I could tell though that he never sucked cock before.

Eventually, I worked him up to try my cock in his ass. With plenty of lube and patience, I can make any man’s first anal encounter feel pleasurable. I don’t like to make it hurt during a hot ass sex session. However, sometimes it just does because I’m not exactly small. I instructed Billy how to breathe. Plus, I gave him some poppers to relax his sphincter muscle. And the great thing about fucking Billy’s tight asshole is that I might be able to fuck it again in the future when I’m back in my city.

Although I did give him a good workout and filled his ass full of cum, I didn’t break him. He came hard too. Despite being dominant, if you’re a nice guy, I don’t want to destroy your ass. But I don’t give a fuck about your asshole if you act like a douche canoe. Us meeting felt like fate. Two strangers from the same city meeting in a trans bar in a different city. I’ll fuck his ass again. In fact, I might fuck, his ass again tonight. Are you jealous?

Hot Ass Sex is a Consolation Prize for Men with Average Cocks

hot ass sexI enjoy hot ass sex. My ass does not seem to be the size queen that my pussy is. In fact, sometimes if I like a guy but I find his cock too small for my pussy, I offer up my ass as a distraction. Most men never get anal from their wives or their partners. So, when I see their cock and I know it’s not going to do anything spectacular for my pussy, I get on all fours and I twerk my ass. Sort of like a constellation prize but protects their ego.

As women, we sometimes play games like this. Some men, we don’t worry about crushing their egos. As a phone sex slut and a stripper, I do try to handle fragile egos the best I can. Sometimes that involves blowing smoke up a man’s ass and other times it’s finding an alternative that satisfies us both. And I do that in my personal life too.

Recently, I met Joe at the club. An incredibly sweet and nice man. Spoils me. Never comes at me with ego. He possesses the kind of energy most women want. He appears calm, gentle and genuinely nice. Because of his vibe, I let him take me out on a date. And he acted like such a gentleman.

Cock Size Matters, But It is Not Everything

In a world where so many men idolize assholes like the Tate brothers, it feels good to be around genuinely nice men who do not think I exist solely for their sexual pleasure. I wanted to fuck him. But when we got naked at my place, I discovered his cock measured barely 5 inches. My pussy wants at least double of that.

I had absolutely no reason to be mean to Joe. Some women would find any excuse to get out of there, so they didn’t have to fuck a 5-inch dick. Some men deserve small dick humiliation because their egos are the size of Montana when they sport dicks smaller than my Chihuahua’s package.

Joe’s dick seem to be the only disappointing thing about him. But he knew I deserved a bigger dick. So, I looked him straight in the eyes and told him he had enough for me. Just a little white lie. And I offered him my ass.

Nice Men without False Bravado Deserve TLC Too

I could feel him in my ass. And he rubbed my pussy as I bounced on his cock, making me cum. The way he looked at me afterwards made me feel amazing. I think despite all of Joe’s kindness, most women dine and dash with him. But I do believe that women should reward men who treat them well.

It honestly is hard to find nice guys anymore. They seem like a dying breed. And I know men will say the same thing about women. And I hear that too. Plenty of gold diggers and lazy ass women who want a man to support them exist in this world also.

But I find nothing wrong with giving a man who treats me well some much-needed TLC.  I’m a GFE phone sex babe. I love taking care of worthy men. Although I hope Joe and I will go out again, I won’t be crushed if we don’t either. But I do think men who treat us well should be rewarded. Call it positive reinforcement. At my age I refuse entertain assholes with tiny dicks. But nice men with s small or average equipment, I find no harm in lowering my standards for a night because some things matter more than cock size.

Naughty Neighbor Phone Sex Drains Your Balls if You Live Near Me

naughty neighbor phone sexPersonally, I just love naughty neighbor phone sex. Trust me. I know how to seduce a neighbor. And I know how to seduce a neighbor’s son too. The couple that lived behind me seem pleasant enough. The wife gives me cold stares. Perhaps she’s thinking about what all wives think about. They want to know if this sexy BBW will take my husband. Although some truth exists there, I mostly just borrow them. And I only borrow them from wives who refuse to uphold their marriage contract

The neighbors behind me went out of town. And I saw this cute handsome, much younger, man walking their dogs. He seems to be staying there in their absence. So, when he was playing fetch with their pooch, I made sure he caught me nude sunbathing.

What can I say? I’m an exhibitionist phone sex slut too. I love all eyes on me. He saw me and came to the fence to introduce himself. Turns out he is their son. And a Carnegie Mellon student also. Smart boy. But I did wonder if that saying like father like son is true. Daddy packs some heat in his pants.

This felt like my chance to find out. When I saw the massive chubby in his shorts, I knew why they say like father like son. The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. I got up with my big boobs bouncing, introduced myself, and pointed to his crotch and asked if I did that. But refrained from using my Urkel voice. He could barely talk. It almost felt like he had never seen a set of boobs before. When I invited him over, he hopped the fence like a gazelle.

Now I Can Brag That I Fucked a Father and His Son

So, I led him upstairs to my bedroom, so I could worship his cock. Daddy loves my oral skills. I think Junior does too. He just sat there while I polished his knob with his goofy dumbfounded look on his face. I always wanted to brag about fucking a father and son. Now I can. But the boy lacked in some basic rudimentary sex skills. So, I taught him how to eat my wet bald pussy. If you can eat pussy, you can rule the world.

The boy seemed like a quick study. He buried his face between my legs for hours practicing his tongue work. His parents went backpacking through Europe. And I know my neighbor will go crazy. His wife never spreads her legs. So, he will be gone for several months with no pussy. I guess that means when he comes back, he will ravage me like a drill sergeant. In the meantime, I have Junior to keep my pussy company.

Accomplice Phone Sex Milf Rita Has The Best Fun

I am Rita, a super taboo and naughty mommy who thrives on wild encounters. And Accomplice phone sex opens up a taboo realm of pleasure. As I am the accomplice to you getting that young pussy.
First, I swipe through Tinder profiles until I find a guy who seems open to something naughty. And an initial meeting where my littles end up having to accompany me.
So, my babysitter canceled, and I really did not want to stand you up. Therefore, I am now able to really gauge your interest in some hot, tight little bodies.
Next, I arrange a quick meetup at my place, already wet with anticipation. Of course, we set up a date for Dinner. And you pick me up. But I have other thoughts.
Therefore, I came across a problem with my babysitter again. She hasn’t shown up. And I decided we can just skip dinner. Obviously, you are completely fine with that.
Next, I greet him at the door in a tiny robe that barely covers my curves. After that, I drop to my knees right away and pull out your cock to start sucking it deep.

Accomplice Phone Sex Allows Us to Explore the Forbidden

Consequently, I call my brats into the room while my mouth stays busy on your cock. Then, I keep bobbing my head as they watch and begin touching their tight pink bald pussies.
After that, I climb onto your lap and sink my pussy down onto your cock. And I am riding you now while the brats move closer.
Now, I ride your cock hard. And I guide their hands to join in. Thus, turning the hookup into a filthy family scene. And it’s one that leaves everyone satisfied and craving more. 
Finally, the perfect hook-up is what my new Lover gets and that jailbait love is exactly how those balls get drained.
Accomplice Phone Sex

GFE Phone Sex Means Sometimes I Must Violate My Standards

gfe phone sexIt’s no secret I consider myself a switch, but I love being a GFE phone sex provider. I love exploring different fantasies with men. And I can be a bad ass bitch too. But I prefer to be a sweet, loving girlfriend who takes care of her man. Recently one of my besties needed help with a client. She’s a high-end escort. And her rich client wanted another blonde playmate to join them.

Although I do work in the adult industry, I do not escort. Not saying I haven’t in the past, but I hooked sporadically when I need the money. Women do things for money. My friend wanted to keep this client happy because he gets demanding. She didn’t want to reach out to another escort. My friends help me all the time, so I never mind paying it back.

So last night we met with this guy. He took us out on his yacht. Not often a girl like me ends up on a yacht. Beautiful night to sail too. My friend did not properly prepare me for this client though. Minuscule cock. I felt sorry for him.

No wonder he acts so flashy and brags about his money and boats. Usually, the guys with the biggest egos overcompensate for tiny packages. She knows that I am a size queen and probably refrained from telling me about his tiny dick out of fear I would not show up.

It tracks though. He needs to pay for sex with that tiny dick. And I do plenty of phone sex humiliation calls with men with tiny packages. But I knew this guy did not want that. He honestly thought he could fuck us to death. No way you can fuck anybody to death with a pinky dick.

Girlfriends Help Girlfriends In All Sorts of Ways

 We started out giving him a show. Men love girl on girl action. Our sexy striptease ended with us in the 69 position in front of our client. So, I ate her pussy until she squirted on my face. I wanted to make sure she could orgasm a few times because I knew Mr. tiny dick wouldn’t make any of us orgasm.

I will admit he’s what I call a grower not a shower. His tiny dick grew a few inches thankfully. Still not enough to satisfy two hot GFE providers though. Before the girl-on-girl action, it looked like a frightened turtle hiding in a shell. All he could do with us would be to teabag us. But our little show made him grow enough to fuck us. When you have a tiny dick, you cannot fuck a woman roughly. That’s impossible. But we gave our best Academy award winning performances

The client seemed happy. He came inside both of us. Not that we felt anything, but he seemed happy. And although we did not feel sexually satisfied, we did feel financially satisfied. He paid us handsomely for the tag team experience. We came home and I broke out one of my strap on dildos and we fucked each other properly. And we laughed about Mr. tiny dick. We both enjoy small cock humiliation phone sex, but sometimes women need to make hard choices for our financial benefit. And this was one such choice. We made each other cum with my dildo. And we laughed all the way to the bank.

Men From All Walks of Life Beat Off to Tranny Porn Pictures

tranny porn picturesI hope you look at tranny porn pictures. If you do, you might’ve seen me. When I first transitioned, I didn’t feel confident enough to pose for naked pictures. But now I do. I love knowing that men get turned on by my she-cock. Most guys call me because they see my phone site and my big cock. Maybe I’m the first transsexual they’ve seen or maybe just the biggest one they’ve seen.

Honestly, I never realized my cock appeared bigger than average until I started posing nude. I also didn’t realize that I perfected femininity until I started posing nude either. Many photographers told me that I looked so natural they couldn’t tell that I was not born a genetic woman. And now when guys call my phone sex site they all gush over my look too. But I’m going to be honest for a moment. Men who call me don’t want to date me. They just want to suck my cock and maybe feel it in their assholes.

Sexy trannies arouse men. We are literally the best of both worlds with tits and a dick. And some of us, the heavens above blessed with a decent size cock that can find that male G spot. The funny thing is I talk to so many men who would never admit to anyone they let a sexy tranny fuck them in the ass. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even admit they called one either.

Men From All Walks of Life Enjoy Seeing My Sexy Trany Cock

The world seems full of closeted tranny lovers. That’s how I make my money. Those closeted men want to jack off with me and for me. They want to give me a virtual blowjob. And they want me to teach them how to drain their balls the old-fashioned way. I’m here for all of that. Honestly it feels so good to help. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a dominant top. But I’m also a GFE phone sex provider, so I want to make sure men cum too.

So, I don’t personally care if you’ve ever experienced a real shemale or not. And I also don’t care if this is something you will never explore in your personal life. When you call me, you get to suck my big sexy tranny cock. And you get to feel it in your ass pressing on your prostate, draining your balls. So let me ask you again. Do my sexy naked pictures turn you on? Do you fantasize about a big tranny cock in your holes? I think we both know the answer to that.

Fantasy Phone Sex Lets The Magic Happen

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex lets us go back in time. And I wanted to go back to the 70s before I existed. Picture mirror ceilings, disco balls, shag carpeting and orange and brown furniture surrounding a stripper stage. I’m dancing on stage to disco music in pink satin shorts and a tube top. And I notice a handsome man sitting in the front row. I remembered him from a chance encounter a couple of nights before at the grocery store. We didn’t speak to each other, but we made eye contact. And I know we both felt the connection.

After I finished my dance, I came down to the floor and sat next to him. I bought him a drink. Asked him his name and told him I remembered his beautiful eyes at the grocery store the night before. James called me beautiful and my heart melted. He seemed surprised that I’m just a normal girl looking for romance in a strip club.

After some conversation and a couple drinks, we went into the VIP room. This connection felt real. And I thought strip clubs were full of players. I asked him out after my shift. But I wanted to give him a private dance in the VIP room first. We decided after the VIP room we would go to this disco not far from the club. How did I get so lucky to meet a romantic man in my strip club. Handsome, kind and romantic? That’s my trifecta.

Sometimes, I Love to Time Travel with a Special Person

I love romantic phone sex men. So, I put on a Bee Gees song, “How Deep is Your Love.” And I gave him my best dance moves. His eyes locked on my body. I leaned in for a smooch, knowing it would make the other guys in the strip club so jealous. Although no touching is allowed in the club, in the VIP room anything goes. I finished the VIP set with some KC and The Sunshine Band. Another quick smooch and I told him to meet me out front. I changed into a baby blue dancing dress. Curled my hair and touched up my lipstick. I wanted to be James’s dancing queen.

He looked so handsome in his white suit. He extended his hand and we walked slowly down the street enjoying the crisp evening air. We felt like old friends, but we had just met. I chose this disco because you can rent private rooms. So, I rented the purple room for us. The private dance stage seemed reminiscent of Saturday Night Fever. You can play your own music. And the room comes with a very large purple velvet couch if you want to get down.

Women Sometimes Know when They Meet Their Happily Ever After

We enjoyed some drinks and I sat down next to him. He called me, princess, and we talked some more. He studied drafting at Michigan State. And he now works on designing homes. He seemed well out of my league. However, it did not seem to matter that I’m a stripper. The first song we dance to was, “Love Will Keep Us Together.”

Our eyes locked again and it felt magical as we danced. I planted a big kiss on him. And then I melted into his body. I showed some restraint at the club, but I could not resist his hands or his lips. Or the throbbing monster, I felt in his pants.

I just met this guy. But something came over me. If I was a princess, he would be my prince. We both experienced a similar reaction of arousal dancing with each other. When you know it’s real, you just know. He looked at me and asked me if he could slide my dress down my body. I nodded yes and I began to unzip his pants. My pretty blue dress ended up on a chair, as I stood in front of him in little blue panties. As I took off his dapper suit, my hands felt every inch of his rugged body. He seemed to be in awe of my breasts. But I was in awe of him.

Sometimes, Fantasy Turns Real

He kissed my nipples and moved down my body, kissing everywhere else. When his hand entered my panties, I took a deep breath and told myself I want to be his bad princess. He removed my panties as I took down his boxers. His love stick stood at attention, so I worked my magic lips on his love shaft. Hearing him moan in pleasure made me slurp harder on his throbbing cock. I wanted nothing more than to give him pleasure.

Even though I strip for a living, I don’t really do the one-night stand scene. However, this didn’t feel like that. This felt like the beginning of the most important relationship in my life. My baby blue glitter eye shadow started to smear on my face as did my red lipstick from sucking his cock.

We walked to the couch, but before I could grab his cock and insert it into my lady jungle, he begged to taste me. So, I sat on his face so I could suck his cock at the same time. As he licked and kissed up and down my love garden, I melted. My love canal drenched his face. He knows just how to lick softly to tease me.

Even Stripper Babes Enjoy Romance

As I continued to take him deeper in my mouth, his fingers spread my womanhood so he could plunge his tongue deeper inside of me. With his tongue swirling around my little cherry, I felt my lady juice cascade over his face. I could hear Blondie playing as I sucked his love gun faster. We both got lost in the sensation, but he eagerly lapped up all my juices as I swirled my tongue around the head of his soldier. I tried to stay focused on his cock, but my legs started quivering. My back began to arch, and I came all over his face. But he licked up my sweet nectar.

He hungrily tasted my honey. I could feel my entire body trembling. And he managed to coax another climax out of me before I could not take it any longer. I needed that soldier inside of my love garden. So, I sat on that soldier with all my weight and started to kiss him. He tasted like me. This romantic song, “Magnet and Steel,” played as we made love for the first time. With a disco ball spinning above us, and romantic 70s songs playing on the jukebox, we made love. No scratch that. We made magic. Our own special magic.

When It’s Magic You Know

He grabbed my ass cheeks and bounced me up and down his candy stick. I could not help getting lost in the sensation of his touch. My entire body quivered again. Our bodies became one. I knew he could feel my juices coating his cock. And I knew he could feel my muscles tightening around his shaft. Feeling that love missile shoot inside of me for the first time made my heartbeat fast. My love garden felt full of his love. He shot fireworks in my love canal. And it felt like the biggest cum shot ever.

I collapsed in his arms while music continued to play. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine. We both agreed this could not be a one-night affair. He stroked my hair, looked deep in my eyes and told me I stole his heart. We laid there in postcoital bliss taking it all in before we used the private bathroom to clean up. Our night seemed far from over. We went back out dancing until final call. We did the hustle and the bump. As we danced, I looked in his eyes and told him how lucky I felt to share this moment with him.

After the last dance, we went back to my place and spent the night together. We fell asleep spooning and holding hands. This felt like love at first sight. We kissed, and I fell asleep in his arms. He felt like home. Woke up the next morning to a handsome naked James in nothing but an apron cooking me breakfast. But I pinched myself, so I knew this was not a dream. And in that moment, I got a glimpse of what my future would be like with the man of my dreams.

Cuckolding Phone Sex Is One Way For My Greatest Pleasure

Ever get that naughty itch and wish to enjoy some Cuckolding phone sex fantasies? Well, I sure love those. I’m Rita, a young, naughty mommy and wife. And I sure do love to cheat!
So, one thing I rarely hit on. And that is that yes, I do have a husband. But we lead a very open relationship.
In fact, I am so fucking unfaithful to him that it’s hot. It’s true that my hubby is a true cuckold.
Furthermore, he gets off on watching me spread my legs for other men. Consequently, our marriage thrives on my infidelity.
Whenever I bring a new lover home, my husband sits in the corner. Therefore, he strokes himself while I get pounded properly.
Additionally, there’s something intoxicating about riding a stranger’s cock while making eye contact with my spouse. It’s that sheer depravity of it. And it makes my pussy drip. Moreover, I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve fucked since we started this arrangement.
Ultimately, being a cheating wife isn’t a burden—it’s my favorite hobby. And my cuckold husband wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, to add to this naughty kink. Sometimes I have my hot little girls join in. And daddy really loves to see them all learn to be mama’s clean- up girls. Yes, even my ladyboy.

Cuckolding Phone Sex is the Ultimate Thrill

So, last week I had a new neighbor come by. Of course, I did invite him over. So, this guy is an absolute stud that I have been flirting with.
Now, he knows full well I am married and I sure let him know that it’s absolutely fine if we fuck. But there is one condition. That is that my husband gets to watch.
Obviously, Ted, my neighbor was completely down with it. After all we do live in a very polyamorous area so he has no qualms.
Therefore, the moment came when I finally got a chance with that cock. And boy was it all that I hoped for! More to come on this story!
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Mutual Masturbation Phone Sex Lets Us Both Cum

mutual masturbation phone sexMutual masturbation phone sex is a game we both can play. Perhaps you could call it a job perk. I can work naked. And I can play with my pussy on the job. A caller last night asked me what would make me cum. And sadly, almost no caller ever asks me that. Either they assume I’m not masturbating with them, or they just don’t care. They paid for a service, and they want to focus on their pleasure. And I get that. I can rub one out after the call.

However, sometimes I get a man who derives his pleasure from my pleasure. Those are the type of men I prefer in my life. Because men like that eat pussy and focus on your pleasure too. No woman wants a selfish lover. Most women do not want it in their professional or personal lives. And this is one of the reasons why I’m almost exclusively a married man lover. They want to give back. And they enjoy making me cum.

But I do understand that when I’m working my phone sex line that the men who pay for my services don’t always think of my orgasm too. But when a guy calls for mutual masturbation, I get excited because I know the guy wants to make me orgasm too. And I know men assume all women fake it but that’s not the case with me. I am highly orgasmic. Plus, I can cum repeatedly. Women hold the advantage of being multi orgasmic.

If I Can Cum With You, I Will Remember You Better

My caller told me just how to pleasure myself. I used one of my dildos and imagined his cock penetrating me. Plus, he instructed me on how to rub tiny circles on my hard clit while I plunged that dildo deep inside of my wet pussy. His voice sounded sexy to me. A deep mature voice. Reminded me of the older men I messed around with as a high school girl. Perhaps my heart will always belong to older men because of those early experiences in my youth.

But older men seem more vested in my orgasms. Younger men, single men, seem more hedonistic when it comes to that sort of thing. They cum, roll over and go to sleep. And that leaves me high and dry. But my caller would not let himself orgasm until he made me cum three times. And one of those orgasms I came twice on the same orgasm. That’s because I came rubbing my clit and my sex toy found my G spot giving me a hot squirting pussy. Truly double pleasure.

After my third mind blowing orgasm, my caller came too. And that made me feel special. Plus, drained. Good thing it was my last call of the evening because after those three orgasms, I felt ready to fall asleep. Just too bad I didn’t have anybody’s arms to fall asleep in. You don’t have to care if I orgasm or not. I will still provide a quality phone bone experience. However, if you want to make me cum too, you will become my favorite caller.