It’s National Salami Day and even a nice girl like me appreciates a large stick of sausage. Being a phone sex therapist, I feel that I have a healthy sex drive. Sometimes a girl just needs to be stretched beyond full. This is that holiday where it is perfectly ok to indulge that desire for extra pepperoni on that pizza.
Last year I went out and found me some spicy Italian sausage. He had those sexy dark eyes and black hair. My pussy was humming just looking at him. We were making out when he put my hand on his bulge. It felt like a beast was alive in his pants. I could literally feel him throbbing as he whispered dirty words in Italian. My panties came off quick for that big beef stick. We fell to the bed in a groping heap, his fingers pushing into my wet gash, stretching me for the main course. I begged him to fuck me and he did, slowly at first and then more forcefully, his big bologna hitting my inner depths. He left me with my desire for salami fully quenched and my pussy filled with cum.
Sometimes you need a sexy and friendly voice instead of a slutty one when you got something on your mind that is making your cock swell. And you want advice as well as release, why not try some GFE phone sex with a college educated phone sex therapist. I’m a sensual woman who knows how to please a man. I have quite the sexual appetite myself so I know how you feel when something is stuck in your head making you crazy. Share with me those wicked and naughty thoughts and fantasies. I’ll teach you new and creative ways to make that cock quiver. Tease and denial, edgeplay, guided masturbation and erotic hypnosis are just a few. I’d love to be your new internet girlfriend and someone you can share your dirtiest and most perverted thoughts with. Don’t mistake me for boring. I love to slide my hand in my panties and play along as we chat. I have a wicked sense of humor that will make our sessions anything but boring. Let me share vivid verbal pictures of my own needs. Nice girls have wet pussies too.
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Ever since I was a young girl, I hated being tickled. My brother and daddy both loved to hold me down and tickle me until I cried. It was so embarrassing because they knew that I would pee in my panties if they didn’t stop. I think, at times, that it turned them on to hear me beg.
You knew that I hated being tickled. My ribs, armpits, and feet were off limits and you dared not touch them. Then about a week ago we went out for a few drinks. We came home tipsy and started making out on the couch. You were feeling a bit wicked as you slid your hands down my sides, making me squirm. “Don’t do that.” I warned you. “Oh, you mean this?” you laughed straddling me and running your fingertips over my ribs. “Stop it.” I screamed. ” I hate it.” “Oh, no, sweetheart. You just think you hate it because it actually turns you on. I have a surprise for you.” You pulled out some restraints and deftly slipped them on my wrists, dragging me to the floor.
I screamed so loud as I felt you touch my armpits. You put a gag on to quiet me, making the sensation even more intense. Lying beside me, you stroked my ticklish armpit, making me struggle and squirm. Your cock was out, pressing into my thigh as you continued the slow torture. I could not believe the feelings in my pussy. It was like there was a clit in my armpit. You pulled off my panties and touched my wet pussy, smiling. A few more tickles and I was arching my cunt into the air. I came with a great squirt, my cum gusher leaving my thighs and the floor wet. That was the day I realize that I never pissed myself at all in the past. I was a cum shooting tickle slut. It was the beginning of a whole new sex life for us.
Sometimes a man just needs a little more than a sexual outlet. He needs the TLC and compassionate of a real girlfriend. A sweet welcoming voice just for you. I want to be that special girlfriend. The one you turn to at the end of the day when you’re feeling, tired, lonely, and horny. Pick up that phone and let’s have a long conversation about you. I’m college educated and I can talk about anything. I have a pretty little shaved pussy under this skirt but I don’t flaunt my shit or talk like a skanky whore. I only open up and talk about sex with my boyfriend. I am a freak behind closed doors and you can bring it out of me. I love cock as much as any other girl and I will do things to yours that will blow your mind. Even a lady loves to be a whore for her man. Stop being lonely and stroking that dick alone and make me your special cyber girlfriend. I’d love some mutual masturbation and some tease and denial sex with my man.
I was a bit scared the day grandma brought me to the church with her. She said that it would just a be a few minutes and that I should sit in the pew and wait. Little did I know that this was a Pentecostal church. She felt that I was a bad girl and just needed prayer to bring me to God. They all came out and surrounded me, telling me that I was a sinner, that my clothes were not chaste, and they needed to bring the devil out of me. They surrounded me, along with their preacher, chanting, and screaming in other tongues. The preacher reached his arms around me, pulling me close and gripping my large teen breasts. The ladies didn’t even open their eyes as they circled in a crescendo of chants. I felt the preachers hand slide between my thighs, parting my pussy lips. “Do not fight me, dear.” he ordered. “I will make you feel the spirit.” He bent me forward, pushing his cock into me from behind. “Sisters, do not open your eyes. Pray for this young girls soul.” he bellowed, rocking his sinful fuckstick back and forth, balls slapping hard against me. The ladies reached heavenward, babbling, as their leader blasted my cunt full of cream.” I slid to the floor, his ooze running down my thighs. “She is free.” he hollered and they all opened their eyes. Grandma ran over and hugged me. “Praise him. You are new in the presence of HIM.” I think I like this church. There are some cute deacons here and I need lots of prayers and redemption.
He sat in front of me sobbing into his hands. I patted his leg, telling him that things were going to be ok. I’m a phone sex therapist and I help men in need. “My cock is very small and I can’t get any pussy. My girlfriend left me.” I asked him to show me his problem and he unzipped his pants to reveal the ittiest, bittiest penis that I had ever seen on an adult man. I tried to stifle a giggle. “It’s a little bit small.” I admitted. “maybe you can compensate by learning to eat pussy?” “No, doc.” he stuttered. “I want to be a girl and I want you to teach me.” I was dumbfounded. How do you teach a man to be a girl? I began to question him. “Are you turned on by cock?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. “I want you to fuck me.” My pussy got a little moist as I pondered this thought. I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk and brought out a huge black cock left behind by a previous client. His face lit up and his tiny pecker began to swell. I put it on and stuck it in his face. He greedily gulped my dick like a pro. “Make it wet for your pussy.” I ordered. “Now turn around.” I poked my giant cock head right up against his man-twat. “Now push. Take my dick, you little faggot.” he whimpered as he impaled himself on my thick blacksnake. I hammered that ass good, making myself cum, as he blew his little dicklet all over my floor.
Are you in need of some special therapy, too? Bare that ass and get on your knees. The therapist is IN.
I was in the gym when I walked by one of the classrooms. Women were bent over like pretzels with their pussies in the air, leotards barely covering those toned little slits. I knew I had to join this class called Erotic Yoga. I grinned as I imagined the wild sex positions I’d be able to get into if my flexibility was better.
A month later I was working this shit. I could stand on my head with my legs spread wide. I pictured my lover standing over me, working his cock into my pussy. The downward dog looked more like doggie style. I could almost feel the balls slapping against my cunt. Every class left me aroused, my cunt soaking wet as I pictured my man’s shock as he bent me into pretzel shapes on our bed. Soon, I might even be able to lick my own pussy. Are you ready for a sex partner with the skills of a contortionist and the reflexes of a Cougar? This calls for some serious phone sex therapy…..
I wrapped my legs around your waist, sliding my pantyhose clad legs up and down your thighs. I know how this gets to you. You love the feel of silky pantyhose against your cock. When I come home at the end of the day, I’m all sweaty. My cotton panel is damp and my entire crotch area smells of sweaty pussy with a touch of piss. Pressing your nose against my spread legs, you inhale my aroma. Your cock grows hard and demanding. Your tear open my pantyhose, exposing my pussy and ass. There’s no time to take them off. Your plunge your swollen fuckstick into my wet cunt, impaling me. I arch to take more, rubbing my long legs against you, creating friction and heat. You pound me harder, your balls rubbing against the torn silkiness. Your hands slide up and down my legs. You’re trembling now, your balls pulling up tight. Your load explodes from your cock all over my pantyhose. The cum slowly soaks into the fabric. Tomorrow, I think I’ll put these used pantyhose into your briefcase so you”ll find them and think of me. I get wet thinking of you jerking off in your office and the pounding I’ll get when you come home.
How about a pair for your own use? Ask me about my pantyhose special.
As a phone sex therapy slut, I don’t usually share my client’s stories. But tonight was just amazing. I promised him a blog. My cucky James E.called to tell me about his hot, sexy woman and how she was going to get fucked by a giant cock tonight. She was dressed like a slut and hot to trot. In fact, she was in the next room, playing pool with the guy and he couldn’t wait for things to heat up. He was going outside and peeking in the window. Total phone sex therapy case!! He had his cock ring on. Two cock rings in fact, so he wouldn’t cum before he was allowed. He described to me the way the stud was going to stretch her pussy wide open, leaving it way too sloppy for him to enjoy with his much smaller cock. He was a very naughty cucky and he was actually telling the truth. He was jerking his cock when his lady walked into the room. It was very obvious that she knew what he was doing. I heard her laugh and leave the room.
Meanwhile, James is still thinking about all the cum his lady is going to get that night. He doesn’t clean up the mess like some cuckies. He likes to freeze his own cum so he can place the cum cubes in his mouth and let them slowly melt down his throat, as he imagines how hard she is getting fucked. Maybe later she will let him cum on her stretched out cunt.
Life as a phone sex therapy whore is very exciting indeed. James’ hot story had my pussy so wet and I can’t wait to hear all about his night as a cum slurping cuckold boyfriend. Don’t you have one you’d like to share, too?
I love my job doing phone sex therapy. Where else can I play with my pussy all night while I listen to horny men tell me stories? Sometimes you just need a girl to listen to you without judging. You get tired of fake moaning and bored phone sex operators. You need some intelligent conversation with an educated woman. Whether you are just lonely or need a cock stroking companion for phone sex therapy, I’m here for you all night. Do you have a secret craving for cock? Do you steal your wife’s panties to feel sexy? Are you lusting for someone who is off-limits? Come share it with me in a special phone sex therapy session. I’ll never laugh at you or judge you. I’ll just play with my pussy and give you my professional advice.
Sometimes extensive therapy is needed so make sure to take advantage of my cock shattering specials. I’ll stay awake all night just to please you. You need don’t a girl friend when you have a GFE phone sex lover like me. Make that call now and let’s have some fun.
I have panties for sale to use in your therapy. Just ask.
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