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!!!
I was on my break at work. It had been a slow day and I decided to do some reading. I kicked back on the couch and picked up my magazine. Most of the articles were the same old story. I had read every case study and these bored me. When I got to the fourth one, my eyes opened wide. It was an anonymous story about sex with a hot stranger. Except this one had some violence. I began to read a little faster as the author told of a man who stalked her on a city street. He followed her home and pushed his way into her apartment where he exposed his giant horse cock and jerked off right in front of her. Every day he followed her and every time it became a little hotter. He would rub his cock against her trembling body and cum on her panties. Finally, it erupted into heated sex where he fucked her against every wall in the apartment so the neighbors could hear. He pulled her hair, stuffing his big dick into her mouth, making her choke. In the end he choked off her breath as he stabbed her pussy with a big bull fuckstick, finally allowing her to cum as she gasped for air.
I couldn’t take any more as I slid my hand into my panties. They were soaking wet. I flicked my swollen clitty, pushing 2 fingers into my throbbing wet hole. Moaning out loud, I plunged my hand into my pussy over and over, wishing I was her. With my eyes shut tight, I convulsed all over with my orgasm. I hear a sound and through the orgasmic fog, I saw my next client standing there, smiling, with his own cock in his hand.
“Well, I do declare, that black cock does look delicious.” I lisped as the big Mandingo stepped out of the bathtub. His magnificent fuckstick took away my breath and it wasn’t just the tight corset. I knew better than to be in the slave quarters while my husband was out of town. He had warned me about the niggers who hungered for white pussy. I loved our slaves though and visited them every chance I got. You see, my husband, under that powdered wig, was a pompous ass with a tiny cock. He had been trying to impregnate me for years by burrowing his tiny penis in my inner folds and grunting out a tiny squirt of cum. Even a lady needs something more.
I had noticed big Mimba, or Moe as we called him, right after my spouse bought him at auction in Charleston. He was ebony and his back was scarred. He dared look into my blue eyes and that was all it took. I slipped unnoticed into his barn quarters that first night while my drunken husband slept. He touched me like fine china, as fear and desire flowed through his loins. Fucking a white woman was death. But was I not worth death? He pulled me to him, smelling of musk and I almost swooned. He pushed up my skirts and freed his massive 12 inch cock from his African loincloth. I was begging, moaning for him to fill my wet pussy with nigger meat. His thrust lifted me off my feet as he touched my cervix deep inside. I wrapped my long pale legs around his waist, trapping him inside of me, as he began a jungle beat into my cunt. I had already cum twice when I felt him swell and began to spasm. His erratic breath become a low groan as he pumped a thick, creamy load into my forbidden white pussy. I didn’t stay long afterward. We both knew the dangers that we were unable to resist.
Back in my mansion, I felt his sperm injection as it began to seep back out of my raw pussy, forming beads of nigger jizz along the hair fringed edge of my slit. I wondered if my husband would smell the musky sex odor that emanated from my sweaty body. I giggled at the thought of him being a slave cuckold. Let death take us both for I cannot give up sex with my nigger slave. He is my addiction and my dirty secret.
As a sex therapist, I get to hear some amazing stories and share a few secrets. However, I have one special client, Scott, that always gets to me. He is a true submissive bottom who tries desperately to please his demanding partner. Scott really, really wants to please this harsh and often callous man who brutalizes his boy-pussy. He also denies Scott any type of release and often makes him hold multiple loads of sperm in his raw pussy for hours. Recently, after such an episode, Scott refused to clean up the shit that remained on his lover’s cock after a deep pounding. So, the lover punished Scott by turning his back on him.
Scott called me today, begging for help in getting his lover back. We discussed it and Scott is willing to be completely submissive in the future. I told him to send a pic of himself to his master eating some shit with a message saying, “I promise.” He was so turned on that I couldn’t help but get wet. Listening to him complete the next step of his therapy had me so hot. I was rubbing my clit as I listened to him fuck his pussy slowly and deeply with a large vibrator. He moaned as he fucked himself and then I heard him joyously announce. “It tastes delicious.” I could almost feel him shudder with a massive orgasm as he licked the ass batter spoon. My own pussy spasmed and I could no longer talk as we moaned together.
Good job, Scotty. You’re my client of the week.
Perfect winter night. Bottle of wine. Crackling fire. We were having some hot n heavy sex in front of the fire. It was so romantic. The glow of the firelight on our naked skin made it even hotter. I loved the way he had me pinned to the fuzzy throw on the floor. He kissed my big tits as his penis pushed into my slit. I could barely wait for him to move. I arched my hips trying to take him deeper. Suddenly, he went to the hilt. He wiggled and squirmed. I giggled at his antics thinking it was a new move. Damn, it felt so good as he bobbed and tossed, going side to side between my thighs. My body began to tremble as he did a series of quick jabs followed by deep penetration. I’d never had a better lover. Honey rolled from my gash as I squealed out my orgasm.
He let out a wail, dumping me unceremoniously on my back. I heard ice cubes clinking followed by a moan. Confused, I went to check on him. “It burns.’ he whispered, pointing to his ass and nuts. I bust out laughing. The poor man. All the time he had been fucking me erotically with those wild moves, he had been getting burned by popping sparks from the fireplace. He was covered in tiny blisters all over the back of his nutsac and his ass cheeks.
“Poor babe.” I said, leading him to a chair. I dropped to my knees and began to apply ice and small kisses to his boo-boos. I slid the ice cube against the crack of his ass while taking his cock into my mouth. “Let Mama make you feel all better.” Who knows how to cater to injured little boys better than Mommy? And of course, orgasm releases all those sweet endorphins that make the pain go away. Are you ready for this mommy’s healing touch to ease your pain, too?
“Baby, it’s freezing out there.” I moaned as I came into the house. My BF took one look at me and laughed. My hair was dripping wet from the snow, my nose was running, and my nipples poked out like large pencil erasers. He took me by the hand and led me to the fire. Slowly, he peeled off my wet shirt, tossing my bra to the floor. Then he pulled off my boots and leggings. I stood before him a cold and ragged mess. He didn’t seem to mind though. “Come here.” he whispered. “I just wanna fuck you until you’re warm.” He reached for my big tits and I felt a hot flash pass through me.
“Let’s build a fire.” he said, placing one of my hands on his cock. I gripped him with the other, rubbing them in a sawing motion as if trying to ignite tinder. Oh, he ignited alright. He was a much younger stud who got hard in seconds and could fuck for hours. I felt him cup my pussy and slide in knuckle deep. He laughed as a purr rose up in me. He slowly finger fucked me until I was begging. “Please, babe. I need you now.”
He pushed me back into the furry throw by the fire and I felt his heat as he pushed that hot young cock into my wet pit. I was consumed by the heat, washed in it, as his cock pistoned and created that blissful friction. I arched to take more of him. “Fuck me.” I moaned. I fueled his fire as I tightened my pussy muscles, determined to take every drop of canned heat from him.
Mmmmm. I was warm now and ready to spend the day in bed with my lover, keeping that fire burning hot. Care to join us?
I just had an interesting phone sex therapy session with Sissy Michael. I really need to figure out what makes her tick so I can find a sissy of my own. Michael is sweet and so sensual in that pink frilliness. She is not ashamed of who she is. I really try to understand why she feels that being a New Year’s permanent punishment pansy is the way to go or why she deserves public ridicule and perpetual teasing & sissy shame. Being a therapist, I feel that she has the right to express herself as she sees fit. If dressing like a faggot bunny and parading in public makes her feel better, then do it!!!
So, is Michael an attention whore or a sweet sissy crying out for help? Does the humiliation turn her on? Does that cock get hard in those lace panties or is it the feeling she gets when people see her and whisper that gives her pleasure? Is pink Sissy Michael cumming in those panties as she begs and pleads for humiliation and has to even PAY for it. Is being a cash piggy like a form of stimulation?
I’ve got to know, Michael. Does your cock quiver when you pay out the money for ridicule and humiliation? I mean, does that little weenie weep in your panties when mean girls make fun of your pretty clothes? Poor, poor Michael. Keep skipping and flouncing and tell them all to kiss your ass. Just be yourself.
Your loving therapist,
Rebecca
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