I find it so interesting that almost all of my cuckold phone sex boyfriends are musicians! I went out with one this weekend for a house call, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the hottest cuck fuck experience of my life. You see, my small fag boy Tommy boy has a pathetic little cock that would never be of any use for pleasuring a woman, and I’ve been working on cucking him over the phone for months. When he asked me to come to his band’s rehearsal practice I wasn’t in a mind to say no.
Sweet GFE Anabelle had come up with a wicked plan to trump every single one of our nasty cuckold phone sex sessions. I was going to give it to him, the real deal. I made an arrangement with his bandmates, dressed myself to the nines, and showed up at their practice. I watched him sing his little heart out about all the dirty things he did to women, and it sparked something in my little Domme heart because I knew damn well it was all a lie. I knew he’d only ever fucked one woman, and his little cock had been such a disappointment she’d never called him again. I grinned as he came up to me after the practice and invited me to the bar to give them all lap dances.
When I gave him my most sadistic look, I know he realized he was in trouble. Asking his cuckold phone sex Mistress to act like a slut for him and his friends was beyond me. Instead, I whistled and his band mates surrounded him. Poor Tommy was forced to his knees as his companions whipped out their cocks and started to furiously stroke over his face. I turned on Spotify so that he could listen to his own voice and lies while I taught him just who he was messing with. I’d say fucking with, but he didn’t do any fucking. His band mates, however, fucked me into Heaven all while we listened to their album and made poor Tommy watch. What a pathetic, little prick simp.