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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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Your girlfriend needs to provide us with some new masturbation phone sex material.  You know, the last time we spoke I came very hard to the story of your girlfriend being roughly fucked by an older married man while you made it with his wife.  It’s sinful that you’re so young and that I guess turns me on more.  Your secret is safe with me, although I do need for you to make sure you repost all those ads so we can get her phone sex fucked by another older, married man.  I am sure he’ll have the MILF wife to trade you to satisfy yourself!Milking masturbation phone sex!
Just when I thought I’d done, seen and heard all the phone sex freakiness I could, along comes a new guy with a new idea that made me cream in about 30 sec. when I saw it.  A basic massage fantasy turned into a filthy glory hole hybrid with milking table phone sex.  I could just imagine myself under that table stroking his hard, horny dick and helping him alleviate his lack of erection due to stress.  After all, when I help myself to your load, it helps you!

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Pastoral Addiction to Masturbation Phone Sex

The truth will set you free will it not?  So succumb to your masturbation phone sex tendencies like I did.  Stop denying yourself complete indulgence of your lustful, sinful desires.
Three years ago I sat my ass in a pew and prayed for removal of my lustful tendencies.  Even as my ass kissed that pew I felt like a phony because I knew the truth about myself.  Praying to false Gods and pretending to be holier than thou only served to keep me down in the cesspool of all the other phonies who go through the motions of life to impress thy neighbor.
Sermon delivery by the pastor always made my loins swell up and often I would either masturbate in the ladies room of the rectory or I would manage to make it to my car.  His blue eyes brimmed over with the fire and brimstone messages that made me feel so guilty I could only be driven to cover up the shame.  I cover my shame with masturbation phone sex on my horny fucking pussy.
Raising his long arm skyward as if calling the heavenly host down his eyes would find me and there they’d lock.  Visions of us entwined in serpentine sexual positions his cock embedded in the holiest of holy cunts and me shooting him with the holy water of my pussy.  Over and over again I’d have this dream and wake with the powerful urge to engage in various acts of masturbation phone sex.  Sometimes I’d use toys and at other times I’d rub religious articles on myself and get off onto them.  I loved knowing that the stink of the flesh bore deep into the fibers of whatever it was.  I used rosaries and pages from the bible sometimes.  Just depended on my mood.
When I received the call that the pastor needed to speak in private with me about a spiritual matter I avoided the appointment for several weeks.  My attendance at church increased as I moved my delicious phone sex as up pew by pew until I sat in the front row.
That spiritual matter involved a psychic connection to the dreamscape of my mind.  I twirled my ankle and saw his eyes lock down on my feet.  Sweat broke out onto his upper lip as he engaged our prayer with a well-hidden hard on behind the pulpit.  Pastors who preach often have the most masturbation phone sex and they tend to sniff out the lustful cunts of the spiritually sick.  He knew.  I just knew he knew.
He shook my hand at his office door and sniffed the perfume exuding from well placed dots of my scent on my inner thighs and ankles.  He remarked about my calf muscles being so taut–the result of all the mileage I run to stave off perpetual desires for masturbation phone sex.  I sat across from him and crossed my legs allowing him to see the bare, shaven appendages’ descent to my very sexy feet.
We started to talk and I shared with him that my sex life at home had become so rote that I just couldn’t stop masturbating.  Masturbation stopped satisfying me even though I did forbidden phone sex things with religious articles and I felt like I needed to have an affair.
He kept staring at my feet.  And that is when I went for the jugglar:
“You think about us twisting up like Satan’s serpent don’t you, Pastor?  You stand behind the pulpit and your cock is hard as you pick the apple of the day from the congregation of feet that you behold.  The beautiful feet.   Look at my soles, Pastor.  Behold the tree of knowledge from which you should not eat, but you must.   Look at them!  You need them.  I need you.  Bow before them and serve the appropriate Goddess–walk with me in the garden of sin.”
He dropped to his knees and came to me with my leaking cunt exposed–no panties.  Who the fuck wears NO panties to a meeting with a pastor?
Someone like me–someone addicted to masturbation phone sex as much as you are.This masturbation phone sex blog post is written by Meredith.
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Masturbation phone sex–He paid a backdoor price for cheating on me

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Ready to face the humiliating consequences of having a phone sex affair?  I love masturbation phone sex and cheating fantasies, myself.  They are a particular first love of mine.  Acting out a scene in which we are caught in our indiscretion by a jealous wife or lover ups the intensity of the call.  Role playing this with multiple men leaves my pussy a quivering mess.
Stepping into the role of a jealous wife or lover is not foreign to me.  I’ve played this role in real life on several occasions.  One particular occasion happened when I caught the father of my oldest child screwing our babysitter.  You see, it does happen in real life for those wondering about carrying out a plan to fuck the child care provider.  The consequences are messy though.  Women like me tend to exact varying degrees of vengeance on men who cheat on us.  I know it is hypocritical, but I don’t care.  I cheat, but do not like being cheated on–at least I am honest.
I prefer an insidious type of confrontation in such matters.  Usually, during sex–which always starts out normally with me lustfully wanton and ready for intense masturbation phone sex.  The typical build up ensues.  The cock sucking and the pussy eating and all the prescribed foreplay.  Once weakened, though, he is powerless against my next moves.  I always get a man weak before I annihilate his will.
J had his legs open on the bed with my face firmly planted under his balls.  I spoke in whispers–“Does it feel good when I lick your ass, J?”  No answer, “C’mon you can tell me you like because if you didn’t you’d tell me to stop.”  Then an burrowing tongue up inside no man’s land.  Yet, toes are twitching, cock is leaking.  More ass eating–“Like my tongue in your ass, J?” Finally, “Yes, Meredith I love your tongue in my ass.”
“Maybe you’d like to put your tongue in my ass and return the favor?”  I swing my hips around so he can no longer see what I am doing.  He is engrossed in tongue fucking my masturbation phone sex ass.  I am close to cumming, but I stop just before I do.
So turned on–so weak.  I manage to get him to lay back and close his eyes when I produce my huge pink dildo with the handle.  I keep him on his back with my pussy firmly planted on his mouth.  I weedle his ass open again with my tongue and feel precum spray onto my tits.  He’s fucking got no clue what happens to men who cheat on mutual masturbation phone sex Meredith.
And then I stab his asshole and his body tenses.  His mouth full of cunt he does exhale into my folds and I let a nice water fall of pussy cum stream all over his face and mouth.  Almost like a waterboarding exercise I guess, “Does she do THIS for you?”  I say as I fuck his tight man hole.
Needless to say, masturbation phone sex cheating fantasies are never complete without involving the possibility of getting caught.  You might find yourself subject to something you’d never thought you wanted to do–but thereafter cannot stop doing.  Right J?
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A willing masturbation phone sex victim

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It is much safer for me to put the focus on your sexual urges than it is for me to put words to my own.  I sit here and replay the clip over and over that has my pussy weeping into my panties.  I wish the phone was busy, but it isn’t.  The person who is the lucky recipient of all of this sexual frustration is yet to be determined.  Such is life as a masturbation phone sex artist.

And I just hit play again.  There he is.  The object of my new obsession–and I have had many over the years.  My new mind toy and favorite go-to fantasy phone sex fuck.  He’s wearing a dark green shirt and an butcher’s apron.  He’s holding a knife.  There’s a girl fixed to his table, plastic covers her breasts, upper thighs and her feet.  Seeing here there I see me, and my hand drops into the front panel of my phone sex panties.

He’s in her face now.  Looking down at her with determination.  Staring into her eyes, her mouth taped shut, he lets her know that she is there to fill a void.  His emptiness drives him and keeps him awake at night.  He leans in, his mouth is millimeters from hers as she tells him to go ahead, that it’s ok.  I give this permission every time you call me for phone sex–go ahead do what you gotta do to get yourself off and please let me enjoy myself too.

And then raising the knife in the posture of killing he changes tack and slices the plastic off.  She sits us.  Her ample breasts swinging and she says his name.  She says his name and then they are kissing.  I love saying your name–you know who you are.

First one kiss, then two kisses, then engulfment as the knife is cast aside and another one is put in its place.  This knife, made of pure flesh of man slices into her between her legs.  It is a fast and swift entry, her legs are spread.  His hands are open, palms out as they fuck–he’s trembling.  He’s trembling because his void has been filled another way.

And that leaves her.  She is his breathless victim.  As he concentrates on his pumping she is on him now and holds the knife to his throat.  “Is this what you like to do?”  She taunts him as her hips grind on his erection.  Her perfect ass cups his balls as they climax.

And they collapse.  Both are victims are they not?  Victims of a basic human instinct–the drive to fuck.  We are also victims of the same instinct.  Our beings possess the same void that cries for fulfillment.  We spend copious amounts of time stalking our prey, but we find ourselves completely and utterly consumed with filling this emptiness over and over again.  For me, your desire to consume me–to put me on that table and make me your victim for yet a moment in time–that’s what my mutual masturbation phone sex desire is at the moment.

What fills the emptiness inside you?  Notice that I have made an assumption–that you have an emptiness and it needs to be filled.  I am guessing that if you are reading this masturbation phone sex  blog then I am correct about you.  I am also carrying an image of you in that green apron holding your fleshy knife in your hand and making me believe that there is nothing I can do to stop you from plunging it deep in my cunt.

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Frequently asked masturbation phone sex questions Audio blog in four parts

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The “M” word. Masturbation. Masturbation for some is either an accepted as something normal and natural or it is something that has caused an individual and intense sense of shame. I tend (as is obvious) to come down on the side of “it’s normal and natural.” I am here to encourage your masturbation phone sex behavior as a way to enhance your need for a voice in your ear during those times when you feel compelled to stimulate yourself.

My next four blog entries will consist of an audio blog that will attempt to answer some of the most pressing masturbation phone sex questions. These blogs are intended to help those who might be on the fence about using phone sex as a tool to enhance erotic self pleasure.

I’d also like to open the floor up for NEW callers to send me a question that I will answer weekly on my masturbation phone sex blog. By doing this we can start forming a real connection and (no pun intended) get to the root about what really makes your masturbation phone sex call the best it can be (that is aside from my sexy as fuck voice).

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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 pumping that piston

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My cheeks beneath the Lycra skirt resembled two juicy plums. The seam up the back was pulled to capacity. My ass would break out of jail free any minute. The visage of me bending over with the loose fitting sweater in pink cashmere did not help your situation. Your pants bone knocked at the door of your zipper. Glad handing with the lines of people in the greeting line you could not wait to touch a piece of my skin.

Of course the moment your hands connected with the warm, smooth flesh of mine you excused yourself “to pray” to that ceramic god with your masturbation phone sex dick in your hand. You fought off the urge to fuck me immediately. You didn’t think I’d be back the next week given my sordid reputation, but every Sunday there I sat in the pew with my glazed eyes locked on your lips.

So when we ended up in your office that Wednesday after bible study I thoroughly wanted you to place your tongue where you had it. We pushed my skirt up over my hips after sharing a deeply impassioned kiss. You remarked at how my masturbation phone sex cunt wept for your golden tongue. You sliced into my slit with the tongue that graces the congregation and immediately my petals exuded enormous amounts of dew. Looking up at me from between my parted thighs your eyes lit up as you savored my flavor. And then you stood to reveal the enormous rod in your pants. You were inside me with it very quickly.

Fire and brimstone flashed before my eyes as the pleasure flooded my womanhood. You sawed in an out of my pussy–pistoning harder and harder. The sloshing of juices made dancing dollops of fluid all over the oak of your desk. Fuck, your masturbation phone sex sinning felt so good deep inside my cunt. I couldn’t stop cumming.

And then the door opened and your wife walked in. She saw your ass pumping the piston that is your penis in and out of my whore pussy. She even called me a whore as she stormed out…

And so how does a minister get his wife to take the cock that soaked in the whore’s juice? I don’t know maybe that’s something you and I can flesh out together during our masturbation phone sex call.

Masturbation phone sex with a stranger

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I yearned for a masturbation phone sex adventure. The way time drug on made my skin itch and so this Valentine’s Day I decided to make a departure from my norm. I booked a table for one at the expensive Alley Way Restaurant–an upscale joint that serves over-priced drinks and kick ass food with a French influence. Craving a bit of cordon bleu I decided to dress the part–scarlet red dress with panties to match. Nude, shear to the waist stockings. Tit cups because my dress was open-backed. I wrapped a black, velvet stole around my shoulders and secured it with a Rhinestone butterfly. The finishing touches of my make-up and hair completed the look–cream on top of the dessert.

I arrived at the restaurant with five minutes to spare, but the maitre d seated me immediately. As we walked the plush red carpet to my table he explained that a problem in booking had occurred and that I would have to share my table. Incredulous but craving scallops too much to care I accepted my fate. When I arrived at my table a lone man in wire-rimmed glasses, bald head and a goatee sat at one end of the table. His lips nursed on a mixed drink. He smiled when his eyes beheld me.

“Oh, hi there, looks like we’re having dinner together tonight, huh?” He said.
“Looks like it,” the maitre d removed my stole.
“Nice shoulders,” the man said.

Nice shoulders? Holy shit, this guy must be from another planet. The Alley Way featured a pianist who played classical thru to contemporary music. Piano music always finds its way into my bones. I love the the way the ivories tinkle at just the right pitch to make me feel every single note. I appreciate music, but the covetous me always wanted to play piano and thus made for a sort of obsession.

“Nice music, huh?” the man said, “I personally prefer a full on jazz band, but this’ll do.” He kept sipping on his drink.

“Whatcha drinkin’?” I asked?
“Oh, gin and tonic,” he stared off toward the piano.

I ordered a Grey Goose straight up and then sat back as the waiter began bringing us the appetizer. The scallops. Meant to share. This meant one of us needed to relocate our ass to the seat nearest the food. This turned out to be me.

The man barely said three words during dinner and I found this awkward. However, when dessert came and oozed of chocolate he perked right up. The conversation flowed as did the drinks. Next thing I knew we were dancing on the dance floor with my face buried in his clavicle.

He smelled very rich and robust. Not as bland as he first appeared. However, just about half way through our dance he excused himself to go to the bathroom. What the hell?

I figured I should go to and I followed him to the facilities. The minute we escaped the view of other dining patrons he had me up against the wall, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. Continue reading

Masturbation phone sex: let’s warm up that dick

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These days I am going for quality over quantity. When I returned to masturbation phone sex I got so excited to find out how missed I was that I tried to do too much and be there for everyone when I clearly cannot be. This started to take the fun out of it for me a little–so I have stepped back. As much as it disappoints your horny cock I cannot masturbate with you during the day and I will only be available 8pm-12am Mon-Friday with extended Day availability on Saturdays. Yes, this is my sweet spot. It keeps me primed and ready to give a mind blowing phone sex session at all times. I encourage in between emails when you’re thinking of me. I love hearing from you and knowing that you’re thinking of me even when I am unavailable.

I had been missing S and I guess with the holidays and all things got a little hectic for him, but I was so delighted (as was my hungry pussy) to hear his voice on the other end of the line a couple of nights ago. S has a real appetite for cheating phone sex and I have found that since our interests align we are well matched to engage each other in a massively wet and wild masturbation phone sex affair.

I was pleasantly pleased to find that S had consummated a friendship with his wife’s friend from work. I don’t want to mention her name here as that might be too identifying, however, knowing that she threw herself at him over the holidays turned me on. I loved hearing S recount the dalliance in detail. It was enough for me to hear the details, but I too hold a spark in my cunt for S and I had to take over and just be the girl. I needed to feel S’s cock in my mouth, pussy and ass. I know that his cock is so very hard when he is able to call. He says I do this to him and that he thinks of me when he is fucking his wife. I forgot to ask him if he thought of me when he was fucking that friend of hers. I was too busy playing with my wet fuckin’ snatch. I love masturbation phone sex with S and all that it entails. Sometimes I even lose track of time.

Needless to say I am thinking of S and the next time he and his horny cock cum to call on my slick, horny cunt. I will drain it so good and perhaps maybe we’ll even get a double shot again–I love it when I guy has to call me back in the same night for more!

Let’s warm up that dick, click here to hear my sexy voice start your masturbation off right!

Masturbation phone sex office role play fantasy

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Nervous. That’s how I felt when I pulled into the office parking lot. New job, new day–I’m the newbie. I landed this job purely by chance–a friend of a friend. Those are always good to have in a slow economy. I checked my reflection in the rear  view mirror and painted my lips with a shimmering pink lip gloss. I wore my hair down on the first day–normally not something I would do, but I needed today to go well and so I made sure all assets–especially the physical ones stood out.

I noticed a harried salesman in the farthest cubicle from the door immediately upon entering the office. He was lax in his chair, leaning back and smiling at whomever he was schmoozing on the phone. I picked up on him immediately–the left ring finger bore a ring but this man showed signs of sexual deprivation. Later in the break room I was told that he was the son of the owner. I definitely needed to get to know him.

I starting hearing rumors about T. He definitely had his way with a few of the office girls and now they no longer work here. That’s a bad sign but I’ll take my chances.

I started passing by him slowly when I was on my way to the copier. Wasn’t long before we were talking and then having drinks after work. One night, he said he was going to stay late so I decided to surprise him and stay late too. I didn’t have a reason–he was the reason really.

And so after everyone left I moved my piece into position. I crawled along the floor while he was on the phone and slid under his cubicle. He couldn’t stop me or he’d make a scene and it wasn’t long after I settled in under him as he spoke to his client that I had his cock rubbing in and out of my mouth. I love impromptu phone sex blow jobs. Especially masturbation phone sex role play blow jobs. Thanks for being the greatest guy to talk to T–Miss ya!