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Ass men be on alert–I have the ass that spoiled a thousand cocks.  Just look at that ass.  It’s a perfect shape.  It’s smooth–no photoshop required.  I keep it tight with lots of exercise and a strict vegan diet.  Guys swoon when they see my ass in a pair of jeans.  They drip when they seen my buxom buns framed in a variety colors and styles of garter belt.  Just looking at my ass is one thing.  Talking to me about my ass during phone sex is quite another.

While it is very true that I enjoy being slowly penetrated in my puckered love button, I also enjoy talking your tongue on a good, long pussy to ass odyssey.  You can suck on my soft skin and trace the lines that lead down to my ass.  You’ll circle that ass.  You’ll enter that ass with your tongue.  You’ll get sucked in by the pleasure this gives me as I moan out your name.  I love it when you lick and tongue fuck my ass.

Another guilty pleasure–I want to kiss your mouth after you’ve suckled on my juicy MILF ass.  After your mouth and face are coated with the delicious tang of my backside I will enjoy smelling it, licking it and French kissing you so deeply that you’ll get lost completely in that kiss.

I’m so dirty sweet when you’re lovin’ my back door oven!  I coo, whimper and beg to be penetrated.  I cum so hard with ass to mouth phone sex.   Plunge deeper with your tongue.  Dip down hard with your dick.  Penetrate my anal love box and hear some of the authentic orgasms delivered by an authentic asshole phone sex loving aural courtesan!

Mother son phone sex masturbation fantasies

I don’t know how many time’s I’ve told you to stay out of my underwear drawer but I could tell that you’d been in there most assuredly. The need rows of lavenders, pinks, reds, and blacks were slightly off center–not the way I put them. I walked down to your room and knocked on the door, “dinnertime, sweetie.” I heard you rustle on the other side of the door as I smirked. Such a good boy on any front other than my pantie drawer. A strange sensation was brewing in my loins and I realized that I needed a release. “Hurry darling,” I said as I stroked my horny Mommy pussy–my asshole puckered with the anticipatory twinge of what I was about to make you do. That’s how my phone sex fantasy starts out and it ends with me teaching you how to be a good boy and make Mommy cum with your hard dick in her dirty asshole–mmmmmm.

After all if you’re a true phone sex Mommy lover you’re going to want to do whatever it takes to please me. Oftentimes, Mommy will use your weaknesses against you. Like your weakness for dirty panties and your inability to stay out of them. The tender young penis feels best in Mommy’s asshole and it makes her cum so hard. You do want to be a very good boy don’t you? Get your lube and grab a handkerchief, Momma’s boy phone sex awaits you at the masturbation phone sex depot today. Give Mommy Meredith a call and begin your special Mother son relationship with a special 5 min free for any and ALL Mommy son phone sex role plays. Good until June 30.

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Yes, I’m going full audio!  Here you will hear me read the blog post I’ve written on phone pleasers along with enticing little teasers to keep the party rolling long after our masturbation phone sex call.  Go on, click if you dare!

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The morning invitation to call me usually means that I am horny.  More often than not I show up and suit up earlier and earlier for horny phone sex with my morning wood toting callers.  I hadn’t talked to this one in a while so when he saw me on he literally “jumped my bones” in IM to play with me.  I peeled off my already sticky panties.  I made a show of flossing my pussy with them and made him put them on.  I took my fingers and spread my cunt and told him to go down between my legs and eat my pussy while finger fucking my delicious ass until I cum.  He complied using his tongue and fingers to get me off added a little of his precum to my cunt cream on the crotch of my panties.  Then I had him stand up and fuck my ass with his hard dick.  God, nothing gets me off harder than anal phone sex.  The only thing that comes in close is

 

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Masturbation phone sex blows more than minds

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The mere thought of seeing you masturbate on Skype makes my pussy pucker.  I bet you didn’t know that.  While you sit and wait for me to send you some form of communication that indicates my level of need, I am plotting something that will last–kind of like a stubborn stain that won’t go away only it’s a stain you want to keep.

While you slowly stroke your cock and wait for me I am sure you’re pondering our favorite scenario–always with us hooking up irl.  Now, we know that cannot happen but the power of the mind is such that each time we engage in our masturbation phone sex fantasy together it sure as fuck feels real.  As you stroke your cock and tease your asshole with your finger I am slipping my long fingers up and down my slit and thinking about the same thing.  I just love it that your lust and desire for me has morphed into an obsession with playing with myself.

And then I think about that filthy things we could do–and that you’d be willing to slip your dick into me unprotected after I have fucked you slowly with a big dick.  You’d be willing to shoot cum up inside me and then listen to me tell you about how my husband eats your load–unknowingly becoming stained with our transgressions as well.

So I know you THINK that my emails are everything but you need to read between the lines. Or read between my lips so to speak.  Read them with your tongue, and all your senses and when you cum up for air you’ll know that you blow my mind as much as I blow yours–kiss.

Masturbation phone sex with “The Enforcer”

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New employees are a bane to my existence. They especially vex me because there is a learning curve when it comes to the rules of my office. My time is too valuable to spend it over and over again during the business hours to teach them proper office etiquette. I have taken to doing this instruction after hours. It just works out better that way.

Tall men with facial hair bother me. They remind me of my father. The new hire is a tall man with dark hair and a mustache. This look screams filthy porn and masturbation addict. I start calculating in my head the monetary value of the resources he will waste sneaking a peak here and there on my company computers. I have simmered on this all day and have decided that the best way to ensure my office runs like a well oiled masturbation phone sex machine is to indoctrinate this obvious sex addict to my rules.

So that’s where the scene begins.

“Hello, John, thank you for understanding that employee orientations are best held outside of the fray of normal business,”
I begin.

“Oh, you’re welcome, Meredith,” you say.

Mistake–authority needs to be handed out swiftly and with precision.

“Now that you are an employee here you’ll need to refer to me as Mistress, all of the males here do so, do you think you’re special or something?”

It wasn’t that I said this in a particularly mean way–I said it as a matter of course. You could tell it was the masturbation phone sex rule and you also read the slight insult toward your person when I asked if you were special.

“So let’s get down to things shall we?” I say

“What do you think this is a power point presentation? I don’t have time for that, my time is valuable,” I say.

“Of course, Mere….I mean Mistress,”

“You sound like you have a cancre sore that makes you fuckin’ stutter,” and I imitate you. You are mortified.

I lean forward in my chair and you can see the tits hanging in a very sleek bra. Oh no! Your dick is getting hard. You can tell I am the type who can sniff out a man who hasn’t had any in awhile. You press your legs together.

“Have to hit the head there John?” I smirk.

“N-n–ummm uh no.”

“Stand up,” I coo.

There it is the incriminating tent of shame. I start to unbutton my shear blouse allowing your dick a better view. I laugh. YOu are trying to will the erection away but it just isn’t working.

I walk up to you and you smile. I look warm and inviting and for a split second you think you might get a kiss when the unseen movement of my knee connecting with your groin shoots starts to your eyes. You lean in.

“Ahhh, now that’s what I fucking love.” I smack you on the outside of your trousers.

“You look shocked, John. You should know I am very hands on–when a fuck nut needs help my knee is always ready to lend a strike,”

You start to recover. “You know if you were fatter you’d look just like that greasy porn pig Ron Jeremy. I bet you love porno don’t you? I bet you love all that fake shit. I bet you look at yourself in the mirror and try to make it look just like Peter North’s pole,”

“Mistress, I am un”

“You know I don’t give a shit. I so don’t give a shit. You’re just another John to me,”

I rip your pants off of you. Now you stay put asshole.

I go around and open the desk drawer and lay out the largest black dong with strap on you have ever seen. The sheen is gone–it’s had some workouts in the past and your ass twitches to think your anal juices will stain the latex.

“Yeah,” I hike a leg–those silken legs covered in expensive stockings. I take that skirt off, turning my back toward you so that you can see my perfect ass. I take it slowly, feeding what I knew was in there all along. A filthy fuck pig that wants to wallow with the big girls.

When I turn to face you and start to don the Enforcer as you have learned it is called you clinch your butt cheeks together, but you realize that I am heading for your face just a tad too late.

Masturbation phone sex with a little cream pie

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J, it’s always nice when you’re away on business. That’s when I get to hear you–but it is our in between call exchanges that make my juices flow for you and your voice. Last night when you admitted to me that you really crave and need to tongue my cunt after you cum in it–I masturbated to phone sex and came at least four times.

Each time I came, I thought about different things I would make you do to my body. Like making you chew on my nipples while you finger your own ass. Of course you’d be required to tell me that you’re fingering that ass for me in hopes to dump your load into my pussy for your consumption. You’d like that more than the hotel drinks you typically consume before our cream pie phone sex encounters.

I also thought about having you lay flat on your back with your hands tied up. I would hover that pussy over your face and make you tell me that you really crave me fucking you instead of the other way around. I would slowly masturbate this sweet slit, flicking my bean and making the spray coat your face like donut glaze. I’d squirt and make you open your mouth. You’d of course drink it all down.

I conjured an image of you leaning over a jacuzzi tub with a mirror on the wall. I delighted in making you watch your own face as I tongue fucked your rectum. I also put a small hickey on your ball back–you jumped a little but then when I dove my velvety tongue into your sphincter again you were begging to cum.

Finally, my last orgasm was a direct result of you licking cum out of my masturbation phone sex hole. Oh, yes I know you said YOUR cum–the cum you shot in me after you fucked me, but I am sure you can read and read well. You see nothing here mentioned about you fucking me and cumming inside me do you? No, you do not. So how in the world did I get such a filthy cream pie?

I bet you’d love to know–but the most important bit of information you really need is that you’ll gladly clean it up for the chance to put your dick in it. I know you will and then I’ll have you right where I want you.

Masturbation phone sex risks you take

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To my JZ–

You work alone don’t you?  You have an office I imagine.  I imagine you are turned on 24 hours a day 7 days a week in that little lonely office of yours.  I bed you go in when you know the office will be empty to masturbate.  Do you pull up my website and sift through the page for calls out to you?  I am sure you do and if you don’t find new ones you go back in time and relive the many times I have made you confess your masturbation phone sex perversions in my ear.

I bet masturbating in your office like that heightens your arousal.  The risk of getting caught with your dick out would be incredibly stimulating–to the point of addiction.  You keep porn cued up on that phone?  Do you cue it on the minute you have spare time?  I bet you do and under that desk you wish I was there deep throating that horny fucking cock of yours.

The risks you take–they make my cunt ache.  Every chance I get–whenever I am alone and away from my family I am rubbing this plum-sized clit for you and wondering when the next time will be that your voice will cum to masturbate with me once again.  I wonder what you’ll own up to–and more importantly–

I crave to bone that masturbation phone sex ass of yours.

Happy Holidays, my dear.  Sorry I missed you before xmas!

Masturbation phone sex Fucking your wife’s best friend

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Masturbation phone sex role play: Red stockings with candy disc swirls held up by red satin garters and a nice elegant white lace girdle–a matching bra–a red, velvet dress that hits above the knee–a complimenting hat with my hair touching my shoulders.  That’s what I wore today to my best friend’s house.  I was running way late–perhaps a little on purpose.  I know my best friend isn’t so much of one to wait around for me.  She is bored by my primping.  She is less thrilled about my attention to the physical details and she cuts corners–her husband is hot and deserves better.  That’s why I am late on purpose.  I know she left without me and he is there waiting on my arrival in the prescribed manner.

I drop to my knees under the standard mistletoe and begin to harden his cock–it was half hard anyway.  He was waiting on this mouth–a mouth that was made to suck.  The mother of all cock sucking mouths.  I slid that mouth all the way to the hilt and back.  He held my head and fucked my masturbation phone sex face.  Drool was beginning to drip onto my chest–he called me out on it.  Said it made me look decadently slutty.  I loved hearing that and took it as a compliment.

He picked me up and sat me on the kitchen counter and spread my legs wide.  He asked me where I wanted that cock and I went right for the hot spot–my ass.  I wanted that massive cheating cock up my ass.  He spit on my asshole after exposing it by roughly parting my ass cheeks.  He rubbed that spit all around.  Took his cock.  Rubbed the ridge of my cunt.  Got it nice and shiny wet and then fucked me hard up the ass.  I told him I’d do anything to make him cum–and I knew my pussy couldn’t do it alone–but my tight, gripping ass that’s the ticket to many a masturbation phone sex orgasms isn’t it?

I enjoyed my cheating phone sex fantasy with A–do you have one for us to enjoy together?  My holiday hours will be as follows:  Off Christmas Day and the Day after Christmas, Off New Year’s Eve and New Year’s day.  All other hours should be my normal–but who knows I might have to sneak on if the motivation is right.

Masturbation phone sex Tit for Tat

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Tell me about you and I’ll tell you about me. 6 feet tall–that’s the perfect height juxtaposed to my 5’6”. Your blue eyes and my brown–love the combination and to think of you looking at me when we cum together. I think about all kinds of crazy things where you are concerned–the last time I was on a plane I pulled the blanket over me and masturbated next to the businessman who shared the row with me. I thought about you while I did it–it was arousing and massively explosive. I wondered if my seat mate could smell it.

I bet he could, because he’d be just like you. 8” of steel in your pants all for me. Of course I own it–I own it more than your wife does. I am the masturbation phone sex partner you missed when I was gone and now can’t get enough of now that I’ve returned to seduce your mind as well as your body.

I never tire of hearing that cum shot–that groan of pleasure. You sit there with cum on your face knowing that I made you feel as if we were fucking in bed next to your wife. I was masturbating too…masturbation phone sex with you gets me off as I think about him laying upstairs having not one clue what I am doing in my office basement.

Thanks JZ–hot as always and I will be looking forward to next week when you’re traveling again.

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