Cuckold phone sex therapy is what I do best. It is my specialty. I was married twice. I divorced twice. Both ex-husbands were my cuckolds, just not willingly. Husband number one had a small dick and a big ego. He did not eat pussy. He did nothing extra in bed to compensate for his small dick. So, I took hung lovers. He found out and went ballistic. I kicked him to the curb even though I was pregnant. I was not sure my daughter was his anyway. Still not, but my daughter has a relationship with her father. She does not need to know he was likely never man enough to father anything, LOL. Husband number two had a big cock. I was not making that mistake a second time. His problem was limp dick. I thought he would not have any problems because he did not have dick issues until he married this phone sex therapist. He refused Viagra and blamed me for his limp dick. So, I took more hung lovers and made him my cuckold. Fuck. Divorce number two. I swore off marriage after that. I was having too much fun fucking hung men half my age or younger. I do no need to be married. I have a successful career as a college professor. I have a successful therapy practice and I do phone sex too. I own my home and I have a few sports cars too. I am successful and financially secure. I want to stay that way, so I will not marry again. I will fuck as many hung men as I want to fuck and not have to answer to anyone. Now, I take my knowledge to help others in trouble. I can help save marriages with some phone sex therapy and cuckolding. So, I did not have good marriages, I still cuckolded two men. And I will not only cuckold you, but I will teach your wife how to cuckold you too.
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Cuckold Phone Sex Therapy Can Save a Bad Marriage
Chloe’s Summer Growth Spurt
At the beginning of the summer, my shy daughter Chloe had pretty small boobs. She had a hell of a growth spurt, though, and now she’s heading back to school with a new body and an attitude to match. Those high schoolers aren’t even close to being prepared for what’s about to hit them!
I wonder if it was all of the awesome and hot shit we did that kick started her tit swelling. We went everywhere and did everything together over the past couple of months. For the first time, I really gave her a taste of what it’s like to walk in her mom’s shoes. She was ready for it, needed something to change her general mindset and approach to life.
The first week after school let out, I got her a fake ID and took her out clubbing with me and my friends. She’s always liked to dance but only when she’s at home and mostly just in her room. My girlfriends and I pumped her full of cosmos and fuzzy navels then dragged her out on the floor so she could show everyone her stuff. I love watching her move and so did all of the guys there. I thought she was going to go home with this Italian guy who looked like a walking talking energy drink, but she threw up all over him while she was giving him a handjob in one of the booths so Red Sauce Bull decided to call it a night. It was hilarious!
We hung out at the public pool one or two times a week because we both love to swim. I enjoy seeing half naked people and I think my appreciation of the human form has, at least partially, rubbed off on her. We lounged around on the pool chairs and talked about what we liked about our bodies and those that were sweating, playing and jiggling all around us. She always kept a pretty close eye on one of the lifeguards, so the last time we went for a communal swim, I got both of them in the women’s shower room and had them strip to see what I could get started. His cock got rock hard as soon as he saw her tight little bald pussy and newly budded big boobs. The Chloe at the start of the summer would’ve been bashful and might’ve given him a sheepish handy if he was lucky. Summer’s end Chloe got right down on her knees and started blowing that boy as soon as his trunks dropped. I was so proud!
My girl’s changed a lot over the summer. Clubbing, drinking, fucking and sucking, she’s really gotten out of her shell and I’m so happy I was able to help her. She sat in on a few of my sex therapy sessions and let my clients use her face as a cum receptacle, practiced her phone sex skills on two girl calls with me and made a bunch of guys cum with just the sound of her voice, we even went on a trip to Croatia with one of my sugar daddies where she took one of the biggest, thickest, black anacondas I’ve ever personally seen deep inside of her school girl cunt. Several times. Now, her body is just playing catch up to the woman she’s becoming, titties first!
Cum Covered Couple
I fuck this big dicked dude and his jizz junky chick and they don’t just want to see cum on boobs or pussies, they want to see cum on EVERYTHING! I’m not just talking about lusty women lacquered in layers of love sauce, either. This cream loving couple want to get spunk on every fucking thing they own!
It’s their kink, I’m not going to shame them. So what if they get off on the thought of their friends and family sitting on their semen stained furniture or leaving crusty dried cum drippings on the hallway floor for people to grind into the carpet as they navigate their way to the ball juice blasted bathroom? Who cares? They can fill their drinking cups with all the cum they want and then dump them to serve beverages in them without even rinsing if they choose to. It’s their kink, we have to respect it. A phone sex therapist knows these kinds of things.
I also know that when I get invited over to their place for a little fun, they’re going to try to drown me in milky waves of viscous dick goo. He shoots thick, ropy loads of chunky curd ridden cum and it seems like he has an almost unending supply of it. He’ll usually get off a few times during our threeway fuck flings and each spray his mega cock shoots out is just as powerful and potent as the last. His footlong yogurt sprinkler soaks me, his wife and everything within a ten foot radius of his eruption with syrupy slugs of pearly pecker snot. The weirdest part about it to me is that it tastes like avocados, but that’s not really a complaint.
If there’s anyone out there who loves jism as much as this couple or can blow loads as thick and juicy as my fuck friend does then I absolutely have to meet them. Until then, I’m going to keep studying this cock strong, cum filled stud and his covered and smothered ball gravy loving wife. They’re really interesting people, I just need to remember not to drink out of any of their cups, anymore.
a film to remember
I love film and theatre and often find myself getting roles thru my agent that were pretty satisfying. My love is for the pure art of it all. As much as most people crave attention and fame, my passion for film was pure to transcend feelings and create that audience and performer bond. When a role came to me to be a nudist on a beach, I was initially apprehensive. The story was well put together and told a story about a modern girl getting thrust into a nudist community. I would have to shed my comfort zone and allow myself to be objectified a bit. When filming began, it was so surreal. I was so nervous, but eventually, seeing the crew and cast stare at me and watch me got me all horned up. After a couple of weeks, I got acquainted with every crew member and cast member. At the wrap-up party, we celebrated with a full-on orgy, and I have to say sexy chicks are fun and can give you a fun time. You can’t forget that and great porn is fun, but being involved in a production that turns into an orgy is something you can’t stop. The indie film created a lot of buzz, especially with the hot poster film. It was quite the wild ride that filled me up in more ways than one.
Thick And Thoughtful Phone Sex Therapist
A lot of people don’t realize that I am a licensed phone sex therapist, they think I’m just some thick assed trophy wife sugar baby who gets all of her money from the men she fucks. I guess the last part is kind of true, but I had to go through years of schooling to get where I am. I mean, if you’re going to split hairs, we’re all whores to our jobs or careers, getting paid to perform a service for someone. My career just so happens to help people get through their sexual hang ups, phobias or dark perversions while I make them cum at the same time. Maybe I shouldn’t get turned on by all of it, but it’s not my fault that their fucked up stories make my pussy drip like a leaky faucet. It’s psychological and shit.
I know, you probably didn’t even realize phone sex therapy was a thing. Well believe you me, I’ve talked tons of men and women through some really tough shit. Premature sexual awakenings, molestation that led to low self esteem and unraveling some of their most buried and repressed sexual memories so we can sift through them together. All while lubing them up with my dripping pussy juice and stroking them off, slowly but surely, as they take that messed up trip down forgotten memory lane.
There is science behind it, I don’t just make my clients cum because I like it. That is an added bonus, however. To put it in layman’s terms, I replace traumatic sexual experiences with pleasant ones by way of peeling the bandage off of that past memory, digging out the traumatic old orgasms and filling in the holes with nice new orgasms. Obviously there’s more to it than that, but you get the jist.
Sometimes I get a client who really just needs some good pussy to get over whatever has his brain all addled with unhealthy thoughts. We could cut down on a lot of the horrible things in society if we simply made it possible for everyone who wants or needs some sweet snatch a safe and easily accessible way to get it. In fact, I even give a detailed, fact driven seminar on how legalizing both sex work and cannabis would drastically reduce the amount of violent crimes in our country. I have stats out the ass, I can all but prove it! Anyway, when someone calls me up saying they just have to get laid or something bad is going to happen, I take it seriously.
The way I see it, my therapeutic pussy has saved at least one school or church from being shot up, at least one wife from being beaten and abused by her husband, at least one college girl from being drugged and forced to take some dick she didn’t want. How could I not love being a phone sex therapist? I’m doing good work out here, helping people get through a whole heap of sexual nonsense with little more than my kind yet discerning ear, logical yet emotionally open mind and my slick and sticky snizz secretions.