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I love developing long term phone sex relationships with people.  That’s it in a nutshell.  I enjoy getting to know people on an intimate level and with phone sex that is more than possible.

Nikki is my sweet, special phone sex caller with a fetish for dressing up in my clothes and being made love to by a dominant, nurturing woman.  That is a role I have filled in ‘her’ life for over 10 years now and counting.  We just pick up wherever we leave off and ‘she’ does whatever mommy asks.  She’s such a good girl.

We’ve cum so far from that first masturbation phone sex conversation so long ago–originally Nikki wanted to be fucked with a strap on by his sister in law.  Now, the fantasy is more organic and real for us both.  It includes Femme Domme undertones that get me as wet as they make ‘her’ cum hard for me.  Are you into Femme Dome?  Do you want to be used too?  I will use you for years and make you my REAL sub.

I’m as real as they cum in phone sex land.  Let’s get to know each other.

Phone sex addict is completely lost without me

Are you addicted to mind bending cock controlling phone sex. I know a few guys who are. These are the perfect clients for me because they fit right into my scheme of owning as many cocks as possible. It is my desire, need, and absolute pleasure to seductively dominate and control a guys entire being–up to and including how and with whom he will have sexual interaction.
Sometimes it is easy to control a weak-willed sex addict by sending him repetitive images of women clad in sexy lingerie with fuck me looks in their eyes. Sometimes that is all it takes, but then sometimes it might take a little more.
When I up the ante I will actually go escort shopping for some of these cock sluts. I literally look at the internet as a smorgasbord on which I can pick and choose to my delight someone that my little slut hole will fuck or suck off whatever I prefer. I make him fuck and suck to my tastes, not his own, and because he will do anything to get those nuts off he will do my bidding. I love listening in–Jersey slut knows all about this.
Sometimes, however, I must take a very stern approach. Sometimes a guy is just too pathetically weak to even form coherent sentences. When this happens, I must and do put him in his place by reminding him that I am the Goddess, he is the slut, and he needs to get his shit together for me or I won’t stick around to hear him blubber like an idiot. When the begging starts, and it almost invariably always does, that’s when I put the screws in even tighter with even more demands.
For instance, when a cock slut worships me he better have my phone number committed to memory. That may seem like something obvious, but let me tell you–those who can’t recite my number don’t get any “lovin’” from me–right slut puppy in Arkansas?
In addition to this, a cock slut who lies to me is in a state in which I cannot help him. If one lies to me about his sexual activities and thinks I won’t find out–one is mistaken, right you pathetic dickhole who’s building a house today? It’s all over your voice when you lie–best not to do that with me or you might end up with some household item or appliance rammed up your ass.
So while I do love a guy who knows what he wants, I love to expose the weakness of guys who are easily lead. I love to make them take testosterone and Viagra to keep them stimulated and spending–which to me is the only reason I make the time to talk to certain pathetic cock strokers who lack control and resolve. Upon reading this the person to which I am referring will instantly know, he will instantly become week, and his fingers will need to start dialing the number he has been made to memorize! If you are a pathetic cock stroker in need of someone to keep that cock in line, try me for master cock control/domination phone sex with or without humiliation. I am relentless in my topping of you….

Be spoiled ruined and owned by My Phone Sex

You’ve been looking for awhile.  You want to be taken.  Possessed.  You want to be spellbound and enraptured.  You want someone to understand your needs and to translate them into a believable phone sex fantasy that will take your masturbation up a notch.  I want you turned on.  Breathless and ready to do ANYTHING to make us both cum hard.

I want you in the position where your knees are weak and your will is completely disintegrated.  One lick of my exquisite pussy and you will be ready to do anything, suck ANYTHING, fuck anything–You’ll even be willing to be fucked.

You have to hold that cum deep in your balls though.  We need to go for a joy ride–in and out of sexual pleasure as you hang off the edge.  The more you edge, the more urgent the need to cum.  You’d literally sell your soul to the devil to stroke to the end—and I still won’t let you.

I will make you make me cum again–describing to me how you would suck my delicious pink pussy.  Cupping your mouth over it and swallowing my womanly offerings.

I will let you cum, but it won’t be for you.  It will be for me.  I love to make men beg for it–but I love equally making men cum FOR ME.  Not for their wives–not for their fucking fantasy girl–but for me.  That is what I get off on.  Guys who return time and again despite repeated attempts to quit me are what make the juices in my pussy flow endlessly.  Why shouldn’t you be one of them.  Cum have a real phone sex fantasy with me today.

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.