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.
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Great Blowjobs for Great Cocks Only
Great blowjobs need great cocks. I will not waste my best oral skills on a small cock. Hell, I will not waste my lips on a small cock. I was on a date last night. The guy appeared to have a nice cock in pictures. I met him online. He is a fellow professor just at a different university. It was nice to have an intellectual date. I am a smart and sophisticated woman. Brains are always a plus with a lover. Honestly, the best lovers have brain, bran and cock. Turns out my smart date catfished me. It was not his cock picture. I did a reverse image search online and found no stolen pictures off the Internet. Once I saw him naked with his little dick, I knew it was not his body because he had no tattoos. Then his son came home. I saw the tribal tats on his legs, and I knew whose dick was in that picture. This guy either snapped a picture of his own son’s cock to get laid or stole an image off his phone. I called him out. I told junior since I thought I was going to be blowing the cock in the pictures, he was the lucky guy tonight. I am a bold woman. I know what I want and who I want. I was not being catfished. I gave my date a dose of what it is like to do a cuckold phone sex call with me. I made him sit in the corner while I sucked the real man in the house. My date’s face was so red as I sucked his son’s worthy cock. Junior got into shaming his father too. I mean it is pathetic to steal a picture of your son’s dick and try to pass it off as your cock. I still got to fuck and suck a nice cock. It was just that my date did not get the pussy he wanted. He never will with his tiny nub either.
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.
A Sexy Babe Knows What Matters Most: Size
Some men need cock control. Well, maybe more like clit control! I am a sexy babe. Men who think size does not matter do not have cocks that matter. I had this plumber in my house Friday to fix the kitchen sink. He was my age, maybe older, but I had to give him a little wake up call. First, I do not date blue-collar workers. I may slum with them in the bedroom if they have big cocks, but I never date them. He was trying to get me to go out with him. He started bragging about his big dick, so I asked to see it. I told him you need to be bigger than a beer bottle to fuck me. He assured me I would not be disappointed. So many men live in the land of denial. I went to the kitchen, got a beer bottle and did the comparison. The beer bottle obscured his tiny worthless dick. He tried to argue with me that size is overrated. So, I showed him a pic of the guy next door I fuck. He has a 10-inch cock. His cock is bigger than a beer bottle. Men need to stop thinking it’s the motion of the ocean, or how you use what you got that matters. It is all hogwash that only tiny dick losers believe. It was clear the plumber had never had small dick humiliation before. I am laughing at his subpar willy and he still thinks he can fuck me. I am smoking hot, but men need to wake up. This is not the 1950s. Cocks are not created equal, and some are downright superior to others. My lovers are between beer can thick and beer bottle long, but they are never shot glass size, LOL. He eventually realized I was not backing down. I do not care if you are a great guy. If you have a clit stick, I control your cock. If you have a beer bottle for a dick, you get to fuck me. There is no negotiation.
Female Domination Porn Is Exciting For Me
I was watching Female Domination Porn earlier today and it is always very exciting for me. I’m rather dominant and have done Domination on the side working through college. I even had a couple of my Professors as clients. That was very empowering and exciting. I loved making them into little bitches and weak as fuck for me. I managed to get the chance to take out my aggression on them during finals. I swear I made one, Professor Holiday so hard without even being able to touch his penis. I am a very sensual dom and as a psychology major it was quite a fitting internship one might call it, except it made me mad money. I loved to control the men on campus and a couple of other professionals, especially a Federal Judge. Now He was putty in my hands. He was so old and a bit of an alcoholic. I never permitted drinking or intoxication for my sessions. But now, I love forcing guys into becoming intoxicated. Intoxicated on my pussy nectar that is.
Little Troublemaker
You called me up yesterday, but I just watched the phone ring. So, my sweet slut, you jumped in your car, and drove down to the diner right where you thought that I was. And there I was indeed, sitting in a pair of sunglasses you’ve never seen before. In a sexy little red dress, teasing the life out of anyone who even looked at me.
I was seated next to a man that you didn’t know. I know that makes your cock hard, thinking of me with another man. You filthy cuck, aren’t you? Knowing that I’m out, taking loads full of cum from him? It set your blood on fire. What can I say? I’m a little troublemaker. If you aren’t putting out at home, sissy boy, I’ll go and take exactly what I need from wherever I need to. No man stands in my way, not even you, slave. Mistress does what Mistress pleases.
But that’s why you’re with me, isn’t it? Anything to feel my love. Anything for me to exert my will over you. You would give anything from you to stroke your little cock, to dominate you. Nothing makes you harder, nothing makes your cock ache like the idea of letting me take complete control over you. Do you remember what I said to you? You stood there, cock straining against your jeans, tears in your eyes. I gave you a sweet little smile, fingering myself under the table; with a wink, I offer you this. “I’ll see you when I get home, slut.”