My dear friend is the masseuse for the Hawks. That is right the Seattle Sea-hawks. It’s preseason and she got sick with the flu. She needed someone to fill in for her so she gave me a call since only a doctor can technically do the job. Never mind that I am a sex therapist not a licensed masseuse. I have a license. There was no way I was going to turn down the chance to rub down a bunch of muscular, hot and sweaty football players. I could only imagine what they are working with between their legs and how much stamina they must have!
Standing there in the locker room as they come in off the field, the smell of masculinity and testosterone is thick in the air and my pussy soaks my panties. Without thinking I reach between my legs and start rubbing my pussy and my nipples get rock hard and strain against the material of my skimpy blouse. This is going to be one interesting afternoon.
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Filling In For A Friend
The Best Phone Sex is Unexpected
The best phone sex can happen anywhere anytime. I use to talk dirty to my second husband before I became a professional phone sex whore. I remember this one time when he was overseas. It was night time where he was and I was home from work baking for a holiday party later that night. I had just put a batch of cookies in the oven when he called. I took my clothes off, hopped up on my kitchen island and started rubbing my clit as I listened to my husband tell me how well he would eat my pussy. I could hear him slapping his hard shaft, which made me rub my clit harder. One of the many reasons I became a professional mature phone sex slut was so I could hear men jacking off for me.
I was lost in the sensation of my pussy pulsating that I neglected to smell the burning coming from the oven until the smoke detectors went off and the sprinklers came on. I was laying on the kitchen island naked and wet when my neighbor burst in thinking I needed saving. And I thought chivalry was dead. I stunned him being naked and spread eagle. But he must have liked what he saw because he had a huge boner in his pants. By this time I had disconnected with my husband on the phone. I did not get my happy ending, but there was a handsome man in front of me with a hard on. Seemed like providence to me.
It would have been rude of me not to blow him after he was planning on risking his life to save me, right? A blowjob is not cheating I told myself as I swallowed his hard shaft down my throat. I may have crossed a line when he started fucking me on the kitchen island, but I had just nearly escaped death! He fucked me pretty damn good too. Why is it that cheating sex is so hot? We vowed never to fuck again as we were both married and neighbors, but that didn’t go as planned. He was a really good fuck. Few months after my husband came back to the states we divorced. Turns out I can’t just have one cock in my pussy. Fidelity isn’t my thing.
So here I am a twice divorced, getting off with my callers on the phone and fucking whomever I want. I love my life. Fidelity is overrated.
The Best Phone Sex Sluts Give Great Blowjobs
I had to go to school today to meet with a student’s father. I didn’t want to go, it is my summer break, but he begged me to give him some advice on how to improve his daughter’s reading comprehension skills. I didn’t look very professional in my sun dress and flip flops, but I was hitting the beach afterwards. I didn’t resent the meeting as much when I saw that he was very handsome. My pussy was purring in my panties for him.
I heard him talking, but honestly, all I could think about was his cock. How big was it? Did it work? How much cum would it shoot? Was it thick. “Am I distracting you,” he asked, which jolted me back to reality. Fuck it, I told myself. I climbed up on my desk, crawled over to him, reached down to unzip his pants and sucked his cock at my desk. Great blowjobs are often unexpected. He seemed stunned, but no smart guy, married or not, resists head. We all know a ring on a finger makes way too many women forget how to blow a guy.
His cock responded nicely to my mouth, getting thicker and harder. I squeezed his balls too. I was content just sucking him off, but he wanted to taste me too. I turned around on the desk and backed my ass right up against his tongue until he was muff diving. His tongue flicked my clit and probed my pussy until I gave him a jet blast of girl goo on his face. I don’t always squirt, but when I do, it’s usually all over a married man’s face. We exchanged numbers so I can really help him with his daughter. Actually, any excuse I can make to ride his tongue again.
























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