I’ll never forget the day I lost my cherry. I was a sweet, innocent teen. I had been sneaking around with an older guy, telling my mom I was going to a friend’s house. We’d go to his place and make out. He’d kiss me for hours, trying to slide a finger into my panties. I’d say no because I was taught that sex was for marriage. That would really piss him off. He’d take me home and dump me off like discarded trash, saying he was going out to find a girl who would fuck. A few days later, he was begging me to come back over.
But this time was different. He was being a total gentleman. He poured me a glass of wine and I felt so grown-up. A few glasses later, I was super tipsy. I felt hot as he kissed me. I didn’t even complain when his finger slid between my pussy lips. In fact, it felt wonderful and I wanted more. I whimpered as he peeled off my clothes and his. He pressed his thick cock against my lips and I opened them, taking him into my mouth like I was an old pro. He moaned as he poured a salty load into my throat. I wasn’t done yet. My pussy was throbbing and I wanted him. He eased me back into the bed and I felt the head of his cock touch me, pressing into my inner folds. I spread my legs wide, crying out for him to fuck me. He pounded my pussy full of fuck sauce. It never even hurt after the first thrust.
We fucked like horny animals after that day. I couldn’t get enough of his cock and he taught he everything. Call me and I’ll tell you about my first ass fucking. I did fight a little with that one but he rammed it into my shit hole anyway. Losing my virginity to an older man made me into the great phone sex therapist that I am today. For more stories or to share your own, come see me.
I’d hung out under the tree ever since I was young. It had grown from a young oak to a sturdy old oak. I had climbed that tree, swung from a rope, and even built a treehouse once. Now that old tree was my favorite place to bring my lovers. I’d clutch the trunk as they banged me from behind, my breath upon its bark. I loved the feel of my back sliding down the roughness as I took so many cocks into my mouth. Only the great oak knew what a dirty girl I’d become and he’d never tell. Once a lover had held me up against the tree as you he fucked me, his balls slapping hard, as I slid back and forth, leaving welts upon my flesh. I’d pulled away from yet another and his cum had splashed upon the tree, rolling like sap to mingle with the dirt. The day had come, however, when men were sent to cut it down. I cried, begged, and finally gave blowjobs to those men, who cut down another tree that day instead. I know I cannot protect you forever though and the day will come when I cannot save you, or myself, from what the future holds. Today, my majestic tree dropped an acorn onto my head. I cupped it gently, like my lover’s balls, and rushed home to plant the future.
You might be asking …What is phone sex therapy? How is it different from regular phone sex? Let me tell you. I’m a phone sex therapist. Our ultimate goal is your sexual satisfaction. Most of my clients are men seeking advice or methods to make your orgasm better or more satisfying. Whether it be revealing a deep dark secret or asking for advice on making your erection last longer. We are truly here for you. We’re compassionate, educated, and able to handle any scenario. We do more than just moan. I love developing a friendship with my clients and really get to know them. I want you to be able to call me anytime. You will love my methods of cock control, tease and denial, erotic hypnosis, and treatments to make you last longer. I will have that dick pumping and jumping in no time.
Make an appt or just call me when you are ready for some classy and friendly phone sex. Hey, if you just need someone to talk to, that’s fine, too. We can talk all night if you like. No sense in sitting home all lonely. Make that call now and get the confidential phone sex that you are craving. No limits or taboos.
So, you had a few drinks after work tonight and now you’re home all alone. No pussy for you tonight and your cock is quaking. You’ve jacked it several times and you’re still not satisfied. I know you hate the phone sex game but you’d still love to have some sexy talk and someone to treat you like a boyfriend. Have you considered a phone sex therapist? That’s what I am and I’m here all night, waiting to be that sensual, sexy girl you can share anything with. How about a hot roleplay as I pretend to be the one you are lusting for? Or maybe you are a cuddly kind of guy who needs sweet words and romance. Or maybe you are one horny daddy who needs to share his dark secret that his teen daughter is making him crazy. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I’ll make you slow it down and savor it. Bring it to a boil and let it steam a while before I allow you to pop. I also teach ED methods and training as well as tease and denial.
Join me for a session tonight. No appt needed.
Let us celebrate Global Love Day with a phone sex orgy, all united as we jerk off and spread the word. Love is a global thing and I believe I will fuck and suck cocks of all races and colors to prove my intention of World Love and Peace. Acceptance of all types of human love and expression unites us as sexual human beings. So, to all of you gay, lesbians, sissies, and others who engage in alternate forms of love expression, my phone lines are open to you. Please share with me your unique way of endulging. Maybe your way entails being fucked in your man-pussy or sucking some faggot cock. Open your hearts, minds, assholes, mouths, and wallets as you participate in Global Fuckfest Day. I’m ready to hear those kinky stories and secret desires that will have us both jerking off. A little phone sex therapy is just what the doctor ordered. Grab that lube and your favorite toy and make that call.
“Be a part of it. Spread the word. Share your love.”
I often imagine what it would’ve been like to be an Old West prostitute, a saloon whore. Can you imagine how much sex these girls got, in a world where there was a shortage of women? I cream just thinking about a line of men, all hot and ready for me. Horny men came in from all over to fuck those women after being on the trail for weeks. They were tired of jerking off or fucking horsies. They wanted a sexy, good smelling female form to fuck. I think it would’ve been fun to get all dressed up in stockings and frilly dresses and servicing cowboys and outlaws. I’d be the notorious flirt in the saloon, trying to get the best and wealthiest for myself. Or maybe the one who was reputed to have the huge cock. I’m take him upstairs, wash the trail dust off, and slowly suck that swollen cock. I’d lie back on the bed and let him crawl between my legs, easing his cowboy cock into me for the ride of his life. He’d pump that cum build-up into me as I begged for more. When I got done with him, no other whore would ever make him happy.
Or maybe I’d get a nasty outlaw, one who liked to play rough. He’d slap me and pull my hair as he plunged his dirty dick into my cunt. I’d fight back and claw him, my pussy soaking as I got off on his abuse. He’d fuck my ass violently, taking what he wanted and filling me with cum. I’d smile and take it, knowing he would be back to pay me in stolen gold.
In reality, these girls had it rough, but it’s so much more fun to fantasize about it my way!!! Hey, cowboy, you ready for a ride?
My new client confided that he is a booty man. He worships ass and loves to lick and kiss a woman’s bottom. He was so passionate that I started feeling wet. I, myself, am a total booty freak. A man who can tongue fuck asshole is usually a great lover. I love to return that favor. Like when I give head, it’s not just bobbing on a dick. I give lots of attention to the balls, especially that backside of the balls that most women neglect to lick. I trail my tongue all the way down that crack to the puckered hole. With the tip of my tongue, I rim it, paying extra attention to every little wrinkle and crevice that just cries for attention. I love hearing a man gasp as I make his fantasy come true. I roll up my tongue and slide it into that dark recess, tasting him. Flicking it in and out, I tongue fuck that shit hole. I know your cock is throbbing uncontrollably. Your ass arches a bit as I slide a finger inside. I wrap my lips around your cock as I press inside to manipulate your prostate. Are you ready for more, little ass boy. Or do I need to bring out the strap-on for some real fun?
One of my college papers for phone sex therapy was on the use of food as sexual objects. I couldn’t believe how many people incorporate food or just use food items as a sexual outlet.
Of course, the usual standards were at the top of the list for couples. Strawberries, chocolate, champagne and whipped cream are all well know fuck-foods and perfectly acceptable.
My findings on woman masturbating with food led me to the conclusion that “root” veggies are the favorite followed by gourds and squash. I think the root part is key as root vegetables are so long and firm and hold up well to pussy juice and lube. Plus they can be eaten after they are fucked. Sliding a long hard zucchini into my pussy is way better than a vibrator. And you can custom choose exactly which size and shape fulfills your needs. So much better than picking a man. And you can tell from looking which one is fresh and which one needs thrown in the trash.
Men prefer mixed veggies and fruit. A nice over ripe melon is prime fuck fodder. Shoving your cock into that sticky sweetness feels amazing, plus it can handle multiple loads. It also reminds you of the round firm melons of women. Men fucking fruits is seen as desperate in men whereas it is sensual and sexy in women.
Finally, there are the messy food freaks. Like the virgin who fucked Apple pies in “American Pie.” Warm, sticky, and gooey is what they prefer. They really get into their food and want it smeared all over their bodies, plunging their cocks into it over and over. Or stuffing their pussy full. They fuck and eat with abandon. Never miss sex with a messy eater!!!
So which one are you? Come share your story with me in some hot phone sex therapy.
Oh, the joy of being a phone sex therapist. My Faggot BB called me this morning. His real name is Brenden GAYhill. He is a fairy faggot who loves big black cock. He was whimpering and crying. He told me of his cock cravings and I said I think it’s only natural to be bi-curious. He was wearing his panties but is afraid to appear in public and show the world what he really is. A homosexual cock loving man-slut. He craves unnnatural sexual intercourse with freak-size penises. I told him that I kept his information confidential but in reality, he wants to share it with the world. He even wants his family to find out. He was so pathetic that I wanted to bend him over myself and fuck his pussy with a 10 inch black strap-on.
We then explored Google to find images of him being a world-class flaming fairy. There were so many pics of his body and cock. He held signs but did not dare to show his face. Perhaps he needs to meet Sissy Michael for some training in how to go public. At least Michael accepts and embraces what he is. Brenden, however, is a sissy faggot in denial of who he really is. I taunted him and told him how pathetic he was. Teasing him about big black penis made him squirt in his panties. Oh Brenden, I think we need a few more sessions to release some of that tension and fear and finally announce to the world that you are a homosexual cock-loving slut.
It was five minutes until closing time when you walked into my office. When I told you that I was closed, you started crying. I knew there was something serious going on, so I sat down with you to see what was going on.
Your wife had discovered your stash of gay black porn. She had called you a cock-sucking sissy and told you to leave. You loved her and your brats but you knew you needed help. You found me on the internet and hoped I’d help you.
“So, have you actually sucked a black cock?” I asked. Your demeanor changed and your voice became that of a sissy. “No, I haven’t but I know it would be delicious. They look so dangerous.” I smiled. “Maybe you need to try one and decide if it’s worth losing so much.” I told him. “I’ll go with you.”
That night we went out on the town with him dressed as a sissy. His short skirt and heels made him look like a model. It didn’t take long to get a bite. A tall African approached us and wanted to know if we were up for some fun. I told him that my girlfriend was looking for some big black cock. He smiled and we followed him.
Unzipping his pants, he unleashed a big black beast with a plum sized head. “Suck it, sissy.” I ordered. You were on it so quick, slurping and gagging, trying to take it all like a greedy little cum whore. You stroked those big balls, milking them with your little faggot mouth. I saw you reach under your skirt to stroke your own throbbing dick and I decided to give you a hand.
You came at the same time as that big bull cock did. He grabbed you by the back of the head, pumping a frothy load into your throat just as you exploded into my hand. It was the best therapy session ever!!!
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