You really aren’t pleasing me very well, lover. I hooked up with you for some sexy GFE phone sex while I cheat on my husband. He is older and just can’t keep up either. You invited me to a Black Tie event and an exquisite Mansion for a Dinner party. I thought all that glam and jazz was enough for me. I figured well if you can’t please me at least I can get off with being spoiled. Well that thought completely went by the wayside when I saw one of your Colleagues checking me out. He was closer to my age, extremely handsome and thick in the right places. I was enamored by how good looking he was and such big strong hands. We chatted over some bubbly and he invited me up to the private gallery for a little nose candy. We step inside he closes and locks the door. He pulls out a mirror with some lines already cut on there and handed it to me. I take my line and he does his. As soon as he sets the mirror aside then goes to unlock the door. I start to stand and head out when he blocks me with an embrace and a deep sensual kiss as his hands start rubbing all over me. He was up my skirt and finding me wet in my panties. I found his throbbing fat cock bulging and had to release it. I take it in my mouth and start to lick and suck it before he pulls me up and lays me down. He thrust inside my cunt so deep and hard it had me moaning like a whore. The door opened and there you were frozen and inevitably getting hard. You shut the door behind you and just watched as you stroked.
Category: Domination phone sex
Cuckold Phone Sex: Two Kinds of Men: Lovers and Losers
Cuckold phone sex is a way of life for me. In my world there are two types of guys. The ones you fuck and the ones you do not fuck ever. Lovers and cuckolds. I have both in my life. I’m the whole package: beauty and brains. I have the body to get the cock I want and the brains to know better than to settle for cock I do not deserve. Size matters. I have this fellow professor who wants to fuck me. He is good looking and smart. Qualities I like in a guy. But, he has a 3- inch dick. That isn’t even something worthy of being called a dick. It’s a clit stick. He has been persistent. He has been a bit cocky no pun intended. He insists he will be the best fuck I have ever had. Such bravado needed a lesson in humility. I invited him over for dinner. I let him think it was a date.
I poured us some drinks, suggested we move things into my bedroom. I asked him if he had ever experimented with bondage? I tied him to my bed. In walked the neighbor guy naked. He has 9 hard inches. I pointed out the difference between a man and a sissy; between a cock and a clit; between a lover and cuckold. I got the real man on the bed with me, next to my unwilling cucky. I swallowed the neighbor’s shaft, struggling to get every inch of him in my mouth. If you are sucking a real man’s cock, you almost never can get it all in your mouth. It is one of the measures of true manhood. Another measure is when he fucks you, you feel it. His cock is so big that it stretches your pussy and ass out. If your woman has to ask if you are in yet then you should realize you are not lover material. I fucked my lover in front of my reluctant cuckold. Let him fuck my ass too. He did all the things to me my cuckold thought he was going to do to me.
He didn’t enjoy the show. He struggled to accept the reality of the situation. When my holes were filled with cum, I squatted over the loser’s face and made him my clean up bitch. All he is good for is fluffing cock and cleaning up messy cunts. It was a great night for me. I doled out some small dick humiliation; got fucked by a well hung boy; and fed that loser my cream pie. My cuckold did not enjoy his evening, but guess what? I don’t give a fuck. Do not try to fuck me if you do not measure up. There are only two kinds of men in this world. Lovers and cuckolds. Which kind are you?
Domination Phone Sex Therapist
You are a loser with a little dick and no woman would ever consider letting you put that thing near her. You have been a sort of exiled all your life because you are too small, and are so pathetic. I’m here to help you realize that you should just accept you have nothing a real woman wants. You are either doomed to being a p daddy needing that tiny pussy because that is the size your pee pee fits best or you are a cuckolded bitch that cleans up the dick and pussy after it’s gotten real pleasure. Maybe you are a sissy slut wearing pretty panties on that little clitty of yours and you just aim to please with your mouth. I need to know where to place you and you need me, this much we both know already.
How I Became a Cuckold Phone Sex Expert
Sometimes, I miss being married. I was a slut wife to both husbands. They were the reasons I got into cuckold phone sex. One husband had a small dick and the other had a dick that rarely worked. I wanted to be a good faithful wife to them both, but I hit my sexual prime and they both rejected alternative lifestyles. Pride and ego came before my sexual satisfaction. Both husbands thought that the size of their wallets made them the boss of me. At the time, I was just starting out as a professor. I was not tenured yet. A beginning professor’s salary is not much. But my sexual appetite was large, and my needs were not being met. I cheated on husband number one with a guy I met at the gym. Once I had a big cock in me, cheating became easy. My gym lover had a huge cock. The kind of dick porn stars wish they had. He was four times the man my husband was with his 13-inch cock. With husband number two, I thought I had married up. He had a big dick and it worked great until we said our I do’s. Once we were married, it never got hard and he was never in the mood. By that time, I was teaching and being a naughty teacher brought me lots of young cock. I tried to have my cake and eat it too. I liked being married. The status, the comfort, the extra income…but neither husband would make my sexual needs a priority and neither wanted to be cuckolded. Each gave me ultimatums and it backfired on them both. Mature sexy women do not need to put their sexual needs on the back burner because there are plenty of younger men with working cocks to take care of them. I might marry again, but if I do, my husband is going to know what he can expect if he ever stops fucking me the way I deserve.
Cuckold Coed
I wasn’t always a cuckold coed, But I know a secret. Men like you thrive on cuckold phone sex. They pay for little escorts that have been fucked by the biggest bulls, and when they do, they have explosive cum loads for me. But soon I discover that these are the same men who need to call and tell another little hottie what they have been doing. A little sex therapy over the phone if you will.
You just have to tell me that that hot girl you’re dating or even your trophy wife can’t put up with the fact that you have a tiny dick. It happens to this size queen slut on the daily and the confession of the small dick keeps cumming! Are you willing to give me that spurt, that stain on your undies? I know that having a inch worm makes you feel like less than a man. And for some reason when a young Asian girl laughs at you you just want to give it all up to me. Submit to your cuckold ways darling. I will always be here to tease you!
Sissy Humiliation: You Cannot Catfish a Size Queen
Some men need sissy humiliation. I got cat fished on Tinder. I thought that only happened to men, lol. The guy I swiped right for was a 22-year-old beef cake boy with a 9-inch cut cock. What showed up was a 42-year-old loser. He thought I would not catch that bait and switch? Even blind, I would know he was not what I wanted. He made the mistake of assuming because of this virus, that I was somehow desperate. Never. I am a sexy woman. I have standards than have not changed just because of this virus. I lured him upstairs. He thought we were going to fuck, but I had other plans. He needed some tough love and some phone sex therapy. I put him in my closet. He needed to be in girly clothes. He was no man. I was taller than him. He was like 5’3 tops because I am 5’5. He told me big things come in small packages and I called bullshit on him. He whipped out a clit. He had a three-inch nub. My pinky finger could give me more pleasure than his pickle. I laughed so hard; I almost peed my panties. I told him to put on a pair of pink panties. Small dick humiliation was not his thing, but I did not care because he duped me. He was in MY house under false pretenses and I was mad. I was disappointed and pissed off, and he felt my wrath. I made him prance around in panties. I even put him in heels and gave him a make-up lesson. Fucking pussy. He was better looking feminized. He was not a man. Once I got him liquored up, he lost the bravado he had. I think he just gave up trying to fuck me because I stood my ground. Maybe he was just indulging me or perhaps he just needed some forced fem fun. Either way, he has a whole new image now.
Edge And Denial In C(hastity)
His cock was dripping, his eyes crying. My sweet little fuck toy. My absolute darling. My sweet slut. He arrived at a quarter after 9 this morning, simply for breakfast of eyes and fat sausages. My sweet whore seemed so squirmy the whole time. It made me giggle. After I fed him, and we chatted and smiled over steaming coffee, I led him into the living room.
Up on the my massage table he went. I had him strapped down, unable to move in a matter of seconds. With my favorite butterfly knife, I cut away his jeans. I cut away his shirt. He was whimpering by now, and anticipation. His cock was hard, throbbing. As I cut away his boxers, I grinned. I produced the simple silver key to his little Chastity cage from between my supple tits.
I hadn’t unlocked him in well over a month. He hadn’t cum since Christmas. My bald, young pussy was slick and hot. I loved torturing him. Off came his cage, and in went the ball gag. He could beg later, when I was done toying with him. I stroked him slowly, my hand sliding up and down his cock. His cockhead was nice and purple, and his balls looked ready to burst.
Already, I slowed down. I intended edge him, tease and denial, for hours. After listening to his muffled begging, I grew bored of this game. I straddled him on the table, sliding my tight cunt down right over his cock. “Don’t cum, baby.” I laughed as he exploded inside of me. “Looks like you need punished.” I climbed up, removed his ball bag, and lowered my hips over his face.
My cunny was dripping his cum all over. He lapped it up, grateful. I laughed again. He was so pathetic, my beloved toy. I set him on an impossible task. “You have 30 seconds to make me cum, or your cock won’t come out until Halloween.” Needless to say, he had four and a half months of hell waiting for him. Who cares? I love every moment of his torment. He belongs to me.














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