Wearing a sexy little black number I headed out. Feeling sexy, my panties were wet before I hit the door. It was going to be a great day. I was on the hunt for a new office. The photographer was meeting me at the high rise. The potential office is high above the city with walls of glass. He was going to snap some photos for new business cards. I hadn’t met him yet but his voice was rich and deep and the sound of it conjured up images of a hot and well endowed male specimen. Keys in hand I unlocked the door and entered the room. The previous tenet had left a telescope by the window, it was the only thing in the room. Walking over to it I peered through the lens and to my surprise it was facing a window in an adjacent building. There was a couple fucking like there was no tomorrow. In the middle of the day. I couldn’t help caressing my hardening nipples and soon my other hand found my wet pussy. Zooming in I saw that his cock was massive and the juice from her pussy was dripping like an open faucet. He was pounding her hard and fast with no signs of slowing. I didn’t even hear the photographer walk in and start snapping pictures I was so engrossed in watching the couple. When I finally realized there was someone in the office with me I turned around to find him taking pictures and jerking his cock openly. And what a glorious cock it was. I walked over to him with out saying a word and took his dick into my mouth. Licking and sucking it with one thing in mind and that was to have it fill my wet pussy. It didn’t take him long to push me towards the window where I was just standing, turn me around and pull my wet panties aside before entering me. When his load was finally spent inside me we finished the photo shoot. I went straight to the business office for the building and signed the lease. And the picture I choose for my new business cards is fantastic. What do you think?
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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.
Great Blowjobs Make the Best Phone Sex
Great blowjobs are my specialty. I’ve been sucking on cock since the 80s! Longer than many of my callers or fuck buddies have even been alive. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t call me for a hot blowjob. The majority of my callers who crave the oral skills of a mature woman, are with women who won’t blow them or are stingy with blowjobs. I do not understand chicks who don’t give head. A woman’s oral skills can have a guy by the balls. Guys will do or say anything for a sloppy wet blowjob.
I talked to a guy today, Bill. He has been married as long as I have been alive. And never had a blow job. Ever. Only been with one woman all his life and she thinks putting a dick in her mouth is nasty. I wanted to cry for Bill. How could a man never know the joys of a hot wet mouth on his shaft? Ladies, if you love your men, you will blow them. Nothing says hey I love you like head.
So, I showed Bill how good it could feel to have his cock worshiped. Just talking about my lips wrapped around his swollen head, slurping up and down his shaft made him blow a hole in the back of his head. Poor man. I don’t usually fuck men my daddy’s age, but I would blow Bill just so he knows what real love looks like! Does your girl give head? If she doesn’t, I hope you don’t lick her pussy. Fair is fair.
Lust was in his eyes…
It has been years since I have seen him. His smile had not changed. He still worn the same cologne, same hair cut and he even kept his beard the same. But something about him was different. He had grown up. I saw the gold ring on his finger and it caught my eye as he walked across the parking lot to me. I was standing there my hair was blowing in the wind. It picked up hem of my dress. I was standing there smiling while pumping my gas. His hug was sweet, warm and welcoming. He squeezed me tight and took a long breath in smelling my dark brown hair. I felt him get hard against my hip. He grabbed my hand and started walking into the gas station. I knew where he was taking me and I could not deny my body. I was craving him as much as he wanted me.
We walked into the bathroom and he locked the door behind me. When he turned around he pushed me against the wall and his right hand was lightly around my neck as his left hand slid up my dress and to my panties. The feeling of his gold ring caressing my pussy lips made me even wetter. After all this time He still wanted me. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants helping them fall to his feet. I pulled his hard cock out as he slowly kissed down my body pulling my panties off and over my heel as he lifted my leg over his shoulder. He pushed his tongue in-between my pussy lips and started sucking my clit. Feeling his beard against my thighs and bald cunt was mesmerizing. I pulled him up to my lips and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. The push of the head of his cock slowly going into my pussy for the first time in years made me dripping wet. We fucked hard but slow. Against the cold wall in the gas station bathroom.Â