Cuckold phone sex is my favorite kind of phone sex. As a sexy MILF, I know size matters. You should know it too. You would think men would know that they don’t measure up. Men see other men in public restrooms and locker rooms. There are no small dicks in porn which men watch more than women. Seriously, there is no excuse for a man to be like, “What, you mean two inches is not big enough for you?” Two inches isn’t big enough for anyone loser. I’m so grateful for cuckold phone sex. Men who are calling for cuckold phone sex know their shortcomings. They know they don’t measure up. They know that they have small pricks that cannot satisfy women. It is the men who call for a fuck call that are usually delusional. They think because they are paying for a service, they can assault me with their pathetic wiener. It doesn’t work that way. I will ask men who claim that they have what a sexy mature woman needs about their cock size. Nine times of 10, it is a baby dick. Like so small I would need a magnifying glass to see it. So the money they are paying is not to have their way with me. It is a loser tax. You have to pay me to talk to you if you are an idiot with a shrimp dick and a big old fucking ego that deludes you into thinking that is enough for a hot bitch, or any bitch. I prefer to talk to men who have a grip on reality. They get treated better. Cuckolds are still losers, but at least they are not delusional too. A cuckold knows his place and is willing to service his queen in any fashion no matter how degrading. Cuckolds serve a purpose in a hot woman’s life, many purposes. Delusional pricks with clit sticks swimming around in boxers have no purpose. So you have a tiny dick? Are you man enough to be my cuckold?
Summer time is a naughty teacher’s favorite time of year. Both of my neighbors have boys in college who always want to earn some extra cash. I manage to pick the hottest days of summer to put them to work too. It got up in the 90s yesterday when I asked Brad to mow my lawn. I knew he would take his shirt off revealing his chiseled abs. I sat in the kitchen rubbing my pussy watching him sweat in all the right places. I have fucked his father many times. Pretty sure daddy would freak out if he knew I was trying to seduce his son. From the outline in his shorts, however, he was likely packing more cock than daddy. I signaled him in to cool off. Gave him a towel and a big glass of lemonade. My hands smelled like pussy. I felt awkward. Normally men just make the first move. They pick up on my signals. Brad was clueless that I needed him for more personal landscaping than my back yard. Finally I just blurted it out. “Want to fuck?” He laughed. He thought I was joking. He was as nice as he could be about it, but he is not into women his mother’s age. Ouch. Bruised ego big time. I paid him and walked to the local dive bar around the corner to nurse my pride with Tequila. The bartender was a young college boy with no problem with older women. In fact, he fucked me on the bar. No one else was in the bar at 11 am, so he locked the door and we fucked like rabbits. His cock was average, but thick. He ate some really good pussy too. I was squirting all over the bar. I let him fuck my ass too. It was a seedy dive local bar. Pretty sure our cum was not the worst thing ever on the bar. He gave me his number, sent me a FaceBook friend request and told me another boy’s loss was his gain. Would you turn me down?
This sexy babe went slumming for cock last night. None of my girlfriends wanted to go out, but I was super horny. I didn’t have to go far as it turned out. I stopped by the local convenient store for some gum and this college boy was getting a pack of cigarettes. He looked me up and down, just as I did him. “I can give you a good reason to need a smoke,” I purred as I checked out the bulge in his pants. He looked around to make sure I was talking to him. I nodded as to indicate yes, he was the man I was speaking to. His eyes got wide like he just won the jackpot. He did. He won the cougar jackpot. I was giving him a hand job as I drove us back to my house to fuck. His cock was rock hard as I showed him how much better I give head than the coeds on his campus. I don’t need to be drunk to swallow and I can swallow cum buckets all night long. He was pretty impressed that I could deep throat every inch of his shaft without gagging. Please. I have been sucking dick since before his last girlfriend was born. We fucked all night long. I drove him back to his car this morning with his cum leaking out of my pussy and ass. I forget sometimes that when you look like me, you never have to go far for cock.
Phone sex therapy is what every married man needs. Face it men, if you are married you are not satisfied. Maybe your wife has stopped giving head or putting out since you put a ring on it. Perhaps as she has aged, she has become less adventurous in the bedroom and you have developed some kinks you do not feel safe sharing. Some women are so uptight about things, I can understand why you may not want to delve into them with an uptight prude. You could end up in divorce court. That is why this phone sex doctor is always in. I love being a non judgmental phone sex therapist. I hold the dirty little secrets of many married men. I spoke to a guy today who likes to wear women’s panties. He is too afraid to even steal his own wife’s panties, so he sought my advice on what to do. Way too many women think their husband is gay or a pervert just because he likes the feel of something feminine wrapped around his pecker. Panty boys aren’t all sissies or latent homosexuals. We all posses a duality within us. I would even say we are all naturally bisexual. Societal norms push us to be one way or the other. I encourage bisexual behavior in men and women. So when I speak with a panty boy, not only do I send him shopping for a pair of his own frilly panties, I encourage him to seek out a bisexual experience. My caller today I sent to Victoria Secret’s to purchase a pair of pink panties, then I sent him to his local adult book store to suck some dick at the glory hole. Turns out he really enjoyed sucking a random cock. I told him men at glory holes are usually married men on the down low. He never thought of himself as bisexual just because he likes to wear panties, but my philosophy is always how do you know you don’t like something if you don’t try it? A good therapist explores your boundaries, even pushes them. Just like wearing panties doesn’t make you queer, neither does sucking cock. I can help you explore your bisexual side too. Maybe even push your boundaries.
The best phone sex is cuckold humiliation phone sex. I love shaming little dicks. My ex husband should know by now not to try to fuck me. The man can’t help it. He has been texting me for weeks trying to get back together. He even sent me dick pictures. Women don’t want to see your dick unless it is big. And by big, I mean over 7 inches hard. Come on guys, we shouldn’t have to squint or use the zoom feature to see your dick. My ex has always been delusional. Men who think size doesn’t matter, have no size. Truth. I invited him over to discuss a reconciliation. I was going to give him a good dose of reality. Phone humiliation was not enough this time. I needed him to witness his ex wife sucking a real cock. A man’s cock.
When he arrived looking handsome and dapper with a bottle of fine wine, I felt sorry for him. Sorry that such a fine looking man with money had such a pathetic dick. It is like when a woman sees an attractive gay man who can dance and she thinks, “what a waste.” I had my mouth three quarters of the way down on a thick 10 inch dick when he walked in. “Still a whore I see, Farah,” he said. I replied back, “Still a shrimp dick, Stan?” He unzipped his pants answering my question. No amount of drugs could turn an inch worm into a porn star. My fuck buddy tossed him a AA battery. Stan looked perplexed. “Measure it against your dick. Then you will see how small you really are,” I quipped. I heard him gasp. I saw the shame in his face for the first time. When you are the size of a AA battery, you know you cannot please a woman. I told Stan I would take him back if he would be my cuckold husband. If you can’t please your woman sexually men your options are few. Be a cuckold, turn a blind eye to her infidelity or disappear. Which do you prefer?
Sissy humiliation is so much fun. When I was younger, the Internet and smart phones didn’t exist. Phone sex came around in the 80s, however the women, were how should I put this nicely, not as pretty as they are today. You had no way of seeing what they looked like, unlike today where you can see us first before you call. The original phone sex sluts worked in a warehouse in some cubicle with a headset on, not out of the comfort of their homes like today. A lot has changed since I was young, including sissy humiliation. The Internet has given birth to a new brand of sissies. Pathetic, cross dressing, cock sucking, shameful, pansy sissies who beg to be outed and publicly humiliated. Growing up, a boy got called a sissy for crying. Now you are a sissy when you have a limp tiny dick, enjoy public humiliation and forced feminization. And, when you suck dick wearing something pink and frilly. Now, the folks behind sissy humiliation are not the boys on the playground, they are hot sexy women like me. Bitches in charge who recognize the desperate plight of the modern sissy. Women like me who understand that some men just belong in panties and a frilly dress. Some boys aren’t really boys, just girls trapped inside a loser male body. Some women recognize the shameful nature of these man girls trapped in the wrong body, trying to act like someone they are not. These individuals need sissy training to become who they were meant to be. Full fledged sissy maids waiting on goddesses like me to dress them, shame them, out them and put them to work for us. Sissy school is now in session thanks to the modern world and hot sexy MILFs like me. Think you can handle it sissy?
Why is mature phone sex the best? What does a sexy MILF have to offer you over a tight teen coed? Experience is the answer to both questions. Sure a coed is cute, maybe even really tight. Youth can be attractive as we get older. A young stud or a young coed makes us feel younger. I have had my share of cubs. A young stud is nice to look at and to fuck. But, it does get old teaching them how to please me. It does get old having nothing to talk about. It does get old having to explain my kinks and fetishes. I am sure you have the same issue when you fuck a hot teen slut. She likely has a shrill voice and giggles a lot. I would make a wager that when you talk about a fetish like wearing panties she laughs and calls you gay. That young thing is likely clueless about all sorts of things you like in the bedroom. When you say you need some Beatles to put you in a better mood, she thinks you mean bugs, not music. I bet she is more concerned with spending your money than fucking you too. Fucking a mature sexy babe is better for you. You can be yourself with your kinks and fetishes. You can have an actual conversation with a mature woman after you cum. You can even take her to a bar for a drink. And, you don’t have to worry about your bank account being drained, just your balls.
Mature phone sex girls are sexy. Like fine wine, they just get better with age. I am part of a cougar club. Me and a couple hot MILFs who like younger men get together a couple times a month and go on the prowl for cock. Young, hard working cock. Cock that doesn’t need a blue pill to get hard. I am a teacher, so normally I dress sexy classy during the day. When the cougar club is in heat, there is no class, just ass. All three of us dress like Frederick’s of Hollywood models, which is just a nice way of saying we dress like old strippers. We pre partied at my place, then hit the college bars.
The first bar we went to was rather lame; mostly coeds. We did some shots with some sorority girls, then moved on to bar number 2. It was cub heaven for cougars. The moment we walked in, you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on the cougars. We bought a group of boys a round of Cougar Bait Beer. They bought us tequila shots. Every young guy knows Tequila is a mature woman’s kryptonite. A couple shots and we were old strippers, on top of the bar dancing topless for frat boys. No one seemed to mind. In fact, they wanted more, even the bar owner was chanting “take it off.” So, we did.
Once we were naked, it was a bar orgy. Pool sticks were not the only things hard. But they were the only things that stayed hard. Put drunk horny cougars in a bar with lots of frat boys, they are sucking cock. In our case, we sucked dick from the bar. I lost count of how many loads we took because guys were getting seconds and thirds. That is the nice thing about college studs, they are never down long. We partied our asses off, blew a ton of boys, even fucked a few on the bar while others jacked off. A couple of the boys recognized me as their former teacher. Of course I fucked them. They are fair game now that they are not in my class anymore.
We woke up, naked together in my big bed. I love cougars gone wild nights.
Phone sex therapy is a very popular form of phone sex. Think about it. It makes perfect sense to talk to a sexy mature woman about all the things you cannot share with your wife. We have a company sissy. Perhaps you have seen her page. We all blog about her. She is a money pig who craves attention but is so pathetic she has to pay for her sissy humiliation. I had the pleasure of speaking with her and her goddess, our bitch in charge here at WBMT, Levi. You think you have a good idea how shameful and pathetic a sissy is by reading blogs about her and seeing pictures of her, but trust me none of that does our sissy any justice. Our company sissy is the biggest sissy I have ever spoken to in my career as a phone sex therapist. She has her dresses and bunny outfits specially made for her. Makes sense in hindsight. One cannot just walk into a Lane Bryant store and expect that they have a playboy bunny outfit or a baby doll dress in a size 18. Sissy doesn’t exactly have a girlish figure. She has to pretend to be a man for her wife and her day job. I teased her that she must have gone to acting school to be able to fool so many people into thinking she is a normal red blooded middle aged man. She sings little songs. I just about peed myself hearing her sing Sissy Girl to the tune of Barbie Girl, that cheesy 90s song. She is quite creative. But, she is a real sissy. She is not pretending on the phone. She is pretending at her day job. The one she needs to support her Goddess and those who work under her. I talk to a lot of sissies on the phone, and few are career sissies like our company Sissy Fairy Fag. She is pathetic and shameful, but also honest, creative and genuine. I am glad that she feels comfortable in her own skin to be outed and shamed by this company. Are you so brave? I doubt it. I have never been sent a sissy picture by one of my other sissies that shows her face. I have never gotten the sense that my other sissies are still sissies when not chemically altered. Sissies you have some big pumps to fill. Are you up for the challenge?
This naughty teacher is a TILF. A teacher I’d love to fuck. At least according to some student evaluations I received recently. I guess some students are hot for teacher. I know it is bad to fraternize with students, but every now and then, I make an exception for a hot young stud. Since I hit my prime, I am a slave to my hormones. One student, who always sits in the front of class, has me all hot and bothered. The way he looks at me when I am lecturing; the way his cock throbs in his jeans…. He stopped by office hours the other day, and he only had one thing on his mind. Fucking the teacher. I was caught off guard when he just walked towards me. He didn’t stop until my back was against the wall and he was just inches from my face. “I have a problem that won’t go away Ms. Farah,” he said as he pulled out his hard cock. According to him, I was the reason for his constant, throbbing, hard on. I knew I could lose tenure, but my hormones said fuck it. So I did. I fell slowly down the wall until I was right in front of his throbbing cock. I polished his knob better than any school girl could. He was big and his balls so heavy with cum. He claims my class is actually a course in tease and denial. I guess I have been cock teasing the poor boy all semester just being a sexy MILF. No teasing anymore. I was blowing his cock so deep that if he came, he might blow a hole in the back of my head. He was saving his cum for my pussy. Bent me over the desk and fucked me. My panties around my ankles, my skirt pushed up. It was just some hardcore naughty fucking that left me very satisfied and with a pussy full of cum.
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