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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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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 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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Masturbation phone sex Thanksgiving Day call outs

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As so many men figure out after talking to me I am the real deal. I have always had a heightened sex drive from a very young age. I am completely committed to masturbation phone sex at this point in my life. I only wish I had more time for it and to be available for some of my favorite cock stroking friends.

So it is with this sentiment that I want to make a personal Thanksgiving tiding to those of you who are actively calling me for masturbation phone sex, have called me and wished you could call me again, want to call me but find I am not available.

Thank you.

Thank you for the endless amounts of masturbation phone sex fantasy with or with out role play. Thank you for making my pussy wet and making me feel welcome and missed when I returned from my long “vacation.” Thank you for making me cum and giving me something to hang my hat on every evening. Thank you from the bottom of this woman’s heart and from the depth of my lustful need for each and every one of you.

Special call outs (and I wish I could mention every single one but know if you don’t see your name here I bet I still remember you–so comment or email and I’ll give you a 5 free minute bonus for leaving you off this list)

Daddy G–God do I miss draining your wonderful penis of all its cum. I know that things are shaky for me in terms of being available when you are. Still doesn’t mean I don’t dream of making your penis mine over and over again. You’ve been a trusted caller and a great “friend” in masturbation. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

DJ–Missed you the last time you were looking and that broke my heart and left my pussy aching for some of our naughty play. I hope you know how grateful I am to have met you all those years ago.

BM–Little Bobby Blue, I wish you’d blow my horn–or more appropriately stick your tongue up my ass for a little anal licking phone sex with my panties all over your face (or in your pocket). I love ya babe.

JR–For always knowing the right time and for catching me in a desperate mood every time we talk. I do so enjoy having you thrust your dick into my willing mouth. Continue reading

Masturbation phone sex confessional

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JZ is a caller with a different sexual appetite. Bored with the status quo of sexual interaction at home he finds himself in need of therapeutic phone sex with me. JZ has been a patient with me for a few years now and each time we uncover more depravity–more desire. It is my express desire to share myself with JZ. JZ is the type of guy who I could blow standing in line to ride a roller coaster.

JZ thinks all the time what it would be like to really fuck me. He sometimes is so desperate to fuck me he will literally whine and cry if I am busy talking to other callers. I love it when he does this–he is so addicted to confession phone sex with me. JZ is limber enough to cum in his own mouth–that is a huge turn on for me. I love thinking about how JZ gets so horny for me that he will let me ram my strap on in and out of his ass. There are nights I dream about running my pussy juiced plastic cock in and out of his little hole–I love it when he moans for me as he empties those needy, full balls.

A post masturbation phone sex call interlude with JZ

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I continually prove why guys don’t just choose me for masturbation phone sex, I own them, Right JZ?

After we hung up last night I was still randy and wet between the legs. After pumping my hot cunt with my very large dildo (the one I imagine I will fuck you with) I just couldn’t get off without ya so I had to lay back and think about our call and your voice.
I took out a second toy and I spread my pussy lips. Light vibration on this horny clit–learned years ago will always get me close to the edge. I like to hang on that edge awhile and I imagine you would enjoy watching me with my legs spread and my clit standing to such high attention. I imagine I could make you hard again, even though I reamed your asshole out until you spurted a load right over your shoulder.
I want you to get nice and close and watch my pussy as I get it there. Once I tell you too I want your mouth on this hole where you will ingest my cum and then cum up and kiss me deeply. We don’t kiss enough and so I think we should do that more often especially when there are juices to be shared.
When I feel your hardness drop to the opening of my wet pussy I start to think that this might be too vanilla for the likes of us. I kiss you more intensely as the taste of me floods us both and inspires us to discover more about each other. I climb on top of you and spin around. I feel your mouth close on my pussy and I start to cum again. I grab your legs and pull you to my mouth…a welcome invasion of my oral cavity. Then I spit down your shaft and start working your balls with my free hand. I sit down on your face and feel you squirming. Picking up the empty wine bottle on the bed I start working your asshole with it…yeah I want to go here…I think you need harder than a strap on can provide….
Great therapy phone sex session the other night. Loved it so much that I had to keep it going a bit longer.

Masturbation phone sex through the back door

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You’re going to pull that fuckin’ dick out for me while you lay on my therapy couch.  I want to see you touch it while we talk about the fact that you’re obsessed with fucking me.  And you are, aren’t you?  Your cock gets horny and fucking obsessed with wondering how your mighty sword might feel as my pussy sheaths that nasty fucker.  Let me assure you that my pussy many wonderful things–it is tight.  As tight as a drum from all the exercise I do.  It is the wettest pussy you’ll ever fuck or finger or lick as well.  It’s multi orgasmic.  I am capable of clenching that cock deep inside me and making myself cum repetitively as you strain to hold your balls.  You’d never want to pull it out would you?

But you’re going to have to pull it, J.  And I think you know why.  First, off I need to see how saturated that I have made you after I have fucked the living daylights out of that cock.  I know you want that very much.  Next, I am going to watch you masturbate–since I have had my fill of it and your cock is only for my pleasure I must make you pleasure yourself in another way.  You’re going to have kneel down while I spread my legs open so you can view this perfect pussy.  You will take both of your hands and thrust between your palms as you talk to me and tell me how great my pussy feels, how it is the best pussy you’ve ever had, and you will beg me to allow you to cum inside it.

Masturbation phone sex orifices full of cum

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We stared deeply into each other’s eyes. There was nothing between us except the stale air of the motel room and the heavy weight of lust that accompanied our stare. I wouldn’t let him touch me–he was sitting on the bed propped up on the cheap pillows. I had him stripped down to nothing–his cock was erect. I found him incredibly sexy, but for the moment, I didn’t want to tip my hand in his direction. It was going to be a long night. I wanted him to be perfectly edged for me. I needed to feel the power that surges between my legs when I am in complete dominance over a horny cock. He had a beautiful cock, JZ. It was full erect with tight, bulging balls that twitched whenever I would smirk at him.

And so I began a line of questioning–and with each answer given I would allow JZ three long strokes on his already teased out prick. I do love my masturbation phone sex torments and teases.

I showed him a picture of myself with my mouth full of my husband’s cum. He groaned. He wanted to touch himself, but I couldn’t allow that. Not yet. I asked him if I had a mouth full of a stranger’s cum if he’d suck it out of my open mouth. He groaned. I knew the answer was yes. I allowed him to stroke a little. I pulled out a vial from my purse. It contained the pearly liquid of a man. I took off the lid and held the bottle under his nose.

You’d eat that out of my mouth, but would you eat that out of my pussy? I hiked up a leg–showed him my wet cunt and began stroking it up an down. He groaned hard and there was a clear drop of pre-cum exuding from his dick hole.

I showed him a picture of my pussy full of cream. He again wanted to fuck me and I said, no. You need to answer the question. He said he would. I let him touch my pussy and then lick his finger clean. Then I showed him the strap on that I packed in my suit case as I lubed up his ass with that vial of cum.

Masturbation phone sex with me isn’t complete without a nasty phone sex fantasy that includes edge play and confession time. Ready for some hot strokes?