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He wanted to hook up with me and I was more than willing to oblige him in his masturbation phone sex fantasy.  I enjoy thinking about us finding some middle of the road hotel where we can meet for a few hours just to get off with and for each other.  I love it how you arrive fashionably late, collect yourself at the door as you behold my sexy body decked out in a low-cut pink dress and matching strappy high heels.  I wink and am on you immediately.  My wet pussy is saturating the air with my musk as I get you on the bed to fuck your uncut cock until it is making me squirt deliciousness all over your crotch.  I don’t even bother to take my dress off, I just get on you with it hiked up over my fine ass–my cunt thrusts sending us both over the edge again and again for our short time together.  I love watching  you spill your masturbation phone sex load for me–there is always so much!  I can only imagine how delicious you must taste!

 

Masturbation phone sex with a guy who has no dick
I’m always gracious when I answer my masturbation phone sex line.  I am generally pleased to find that the man on the other end finds me irresistibly attractive enough to pick me from the throng.  Their sexy voices get me wet and then comes the death knell for me–this man has NO dick.  That’s what happened to me yesterday.  I love older men as you know.  I think older men make my world a better place when they are getting me off as only they know how–but they have to be hung to do so.  My new phone sex friend is not.  He has barely an inch and it made me so mad that I had to abuse him for a few minutes to alleviate my frustration.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to take money for no penis having mother fuckers, but believe me–that’s all I take.  I don’t ever let these types pleasure me–fuck no!  I deserve a real man!

 

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Masturbation phone sex: Boy’s who clean up their messes

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I want you to watch closely as that dick slides in and out of my accepting hole. Get in here, nice and close. See how the veins and ridges of his dick rub the wall of my very greedy cunt. You like that don’t you? You like getting your face right in there while I am being fucked. You love the smell. You put your face right into that pie and breath deeply. You love the mix of dick and pussy as the friction wafts the smell up your nostrils–your nose hairs become infused. You need to stay right where you are and watch the entire show baby. When I tell you too, you can lick that clit. Flick it..make it harder than it already is.

Then you’re going to get down there and swipe your tongue up that ball seam. Thats right–that is exactly what you’re going to do and you’re going to do it with enthusiasm. You are going to tongue my lover’s balls and you are going to start the process of him emptying his load deep into my cunt.

And I think you know what is going to cum next. You see that spear of a dick with the cum drop on the tip. He’s pulled out and there you are. Right there with your willing and needy little mouth. He dots that pussy with his cum. Now you get in there and you clean that shit up. You crave and need cum eating phone sex that is filthy the way I deliver. That’s the bottom line!

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Masturbation phone sex: A cuckold’s every dream

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The day Michael became Heather filled a vacancy in my client list of depraved and desirable cuckolds,. I’ve been at this game long enough to know when a caller is being 100% truthful to themselves as opposed to going through the motions in a wishy-washy wannabe mentality. I mean I can fulfill the needs of just about any guy who wants to jerk off to me–don’t get me wrong–but I LOVE (repeat LOVE) the ones who acquiesce to their hidden desires. It is what makes me keep coming back for more masturbation phone sex.

Heather loves to dress pretty and over the years has going through various “sissy purges.” I believe that all masturbation phone sex addicts struggle with accepting his or her desires and thus they go through many attempts to run from them. Heather, however, upon finding me on this line quite by accident knew immediately that I was the “real deal” and a vast departure from the norm.

Heather wants to expose herself among other things, but not just in voice. She called wearing a sexy number–I told her to send me a photo–and she did. I promised to post it so here it is–this is Heather being exactly who Heather is. Isn’t that refreshing?cuckold phone sex

I told her that I don’t just dole out a chance to bear witness to me having real time sex to masturbation phone sex panty wearing cuckolds, but because I KNEW Heather was sincere and she had proven that to me just through photos and a very long phone sex chat–I set a date for her to be a real cuckold on this past Saturday night.

My email box was blown with the anticipitory cries of Heather…who was not allowed to cum until I told her to and I made her swear that all her clitty cum belonged to me by that point.

And so, what ensued on Saturday night was a real time cuckold phone sex session that not only blew MY mind–but Heather’s as well. And we’re just getting started.

An indiscreet masturbation phone sex invitation

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My life is pretty hectic. On the one hand I am always busy chasing the kids around–well “the kid” as the oldest is out of the nest. Then there is the next door neighbor’s son–the one I’m tutoring. No, this isn’t a story of me seducing him, although I certainly could. I know he likes me. He always sits very close and asks me questions to which I know he knows the answers. I just generally have never though about fucking someone younger–but we’ll leave that for another voyage into masturbation phone sex fantasy won’t we?

The tale I’m about to weave with my imagination deals with the boy’s father. He’s a prominent minister at a local church. He is charismatic and extremely flirtatious with the congregation. Now, you might wonder what a woman like me would be doing in a church after not going to church for awhile. Well, the son invited me. I guess he wanted me to see how “good” of a man he is. I couldn’t stop looking at the father though. I think I might have dampened the pew.

And the father definitely noticed me. The rumor mill generated enough smut for me to fill this blog. Apparently his masturbation phone sex forays extended to those females in mourning. He preferred the older sort. And of course he has the proverbial minister’s wife. She’s chooses to ignore her husband’s infidelities, but my guess is that things are pretty shitty at home for the son–thus why he spends so much time with me. The words the man speaks fall from his lips like fine gemstones from the tumbler. He’s smooth. I am immediately infatuated.

In fact, I start going to church regularly. This confused the pastor’s son. Only for a little while though because as you read this masturbation phone sex tale, I am holding in my hands a most indiscreet invitation.

The pastor’s son delivered it to me with a forlorn look in his eye. He knows his father is unfaithful and he also knows the letter invites me to indulge in a spiritual dalliance with the minister himself. I feel sorry for the young man, but my pussy craves the minister. What can I say?

So that leaves you–where are you in this equation? Well, you are the minister aren’t you? And you and I are going to indulge in our fantasies of the flesh–the sinful kind. I can’t wait to feel your diamond-studded tongue licking my hot slit and making me cum all over your pristine face.

Masturbation phone sex responsibilities to addict you

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All I have to do is addict people. That’s my job. It’s been a well-tended responsibility of mine for years now. I wasn’t given instructions or even the slightest idea as to HOW to do it–I just instinctively know what needs to be done. It’s fun and besides the fun it pays well.

Take a voyage with me DZ–in your mind. Close your eyes and contemplate. The room is dark and you are alone with the empty bottle of wine sitting uncorked on your bedside table. You are naked and exposed. The hint of matrimonial infringement hangs in the air, but because you know what is coming you simply do not care. You practice magic breathing–in and out–until your body is lulled into a vulnerable state.

And that is always where I come in. That is my cue to acknowledge and meet my responsibilities. First by clacking on the hard wood the heels I’ve worn for our appointment. They are strappy and red. My toes are dainty and painted in a color to match the shoes. Oh so naughty. Fingers of dirt emerge from between my toes and the shoes are literally covered in layers of dust. When I take my chair across from my favorite counselor I expose the soles of the shoes and begin on my story–which is always the same.

My life story really isn’t the crux of it all–it is only the illusion. The illusion to be needy–needful of help. Needy and greedy all in the same sentence. The twirl of the ankle, a counselor drunk on the job again…

And that is HOW I do it, instinctively and hopelessly addicting him to my dirty feet phone sex. He gives me a bit of advice but before I have to pay him he pays me–thereby a loop of meeting needs is created and my responsibilities remain fulfilled.

Masturbation phone sex role play: The Black out

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It was 100 degrees and the power was out. In a tiny, upstairs apartment we tangled our sweat-glisten bodies into various poses. It was amazing he was still hard and I was still willing to fuck as hot as it was. He had me on all fours–pounding my cunt with enormous thrusting power. We opened a window in an feeble attempt to let in some air–the neighbors heard us I am sure. He pulled out a rickety chair from the old dining room table–we fucked on it. I rode him straddling toward his face–then I spun around and rode him backwards. Then he tilted the chair back with me in it and slipped into my pussy and we rocked a bit.

I got down on my knees the blue light of the night–the stifling air still hanging low and pungent with sex–and sucked his cock. I sucked his cock deep into my mouth coating my throat with pussy–it was so good to have his hand guiding my head–my hair wound around his fist. He was pushing in and out of my mouth–grazing his frenulum with the tip of my lower teeth. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, Mom,” and it was at that precise moment that the lights came on and his father walked in from his business trip.

Do you crave creative masturbation phone sex role play? What role would you like to play? The son or the father? This masturbation phone sex role play leaves a lot of possibilities for the perverted dick stroker. Don’t you want to complete this story? Do you want to go back and do the prequel? I am up and wet for either!

Masturbation phone sex with white lotion makes it look like you’re jerking off with cum!

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A little fantasy for PY:

You look so sexy there in the lacy, black thigh highs and white, satin panties. I see the outline of your balls hanging in the gusset. Take your naughty phone sex panty lovin’ finger and trace your balls–start beneath them where it is most sensitive and trace up and down. Feel the blood rushing into your dick as your finger massages the cool fabric into your overheating balls. Now under your garters and make the panties cradle your prick and balls. Ohhh, moaning now aren’t you? You love the way the satin caresses that sensitive dick don’t you?

Let’s lube up that cock as you pull it out of those panties. Let’s coat it with a good amount of white lotion so it looks like you are jerking off with a bunch of cum all over your hands. God, that makes my pussy so hot to think of you doing that. I can imagine you laying up on your side where I entice you to show me your asshole with those panties pulled to the side and your stockings falling down like a freshly fucked panty whore.

I love masturbation phone sex with my panty boys–especially PY. We don’t get to talk often but when we do it’s fucking explosive!

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.

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Masturbation phone sex with an old friend

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Sometimes picking up the phone to an old, familiar voice is kind of like running into an old flame when you least expect it. DJ is one of my very first original masturbation phone sex fuck buddies. We’ve been doing calls ever since the beginning–I can remember times laying on my bathroom floor with my new butterfly vibrator and talking filthy to this very special phone sex client. We have always had a good chemistry on the phone–that’s very important at least to me–and we always cum very hard together.

So when I heard DJ’s voice and immediately felt my pussy dampen I didn’t even want to stop to take his information, but I had to since it had been awhile. Then it was like that explosion that you see in a movie–we were all over each other. I closed my eyes and imagined him eating my pussy and I was cumming for him within a couple of minutes just like we never took a break. Of course, I let him finger my ass–I do love my anal phone sex–and so I pulled out a toy and was dildoing my hot back door box for awhile. Then I told him I needed to return the favor. Over the years, we’ve had some hot bisexual phone sex fantasies, but this time it was just us. And I fucked him up his ass and made him cum all over my pussy. I just love it when a guy soaks my pussy in man milk–gets me off everytime.

Dirty foot fetish phone sex weakens therapist into mutual masturbation phone sex with Meredith

 

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As it turns out, I have a passion for walking around in the wet grass barefooted. I do this before I go to see my favorite phone sex counselor. I need to make sure that I have just the appropriate amount of silt, grass stains and mud caked to the bottom of my slender beautiful feet. In this manner I am more than able to receive counseling sessions for myself at his expense. He’s a PhD. Love it when I can make such a cerebral, smart man weak with the sight of my dirty phone sex feet.

You see, our counseling sessions are very special. First of all, I get to view his beauiful face online (and it is a beautiful face). I see his bare chest with a smattering of dark chest hair and of course the transferance begins because I have a serious phone sex crush on my counselor. We talk a bit–catch up on what is happening in my life. He always worries about me doing masturbation phone sex for a living–I assure him that I am more than happy with my choice in occupation. Then we start talking about some of my deeper rooted issues–my Daddy issues–my insecurities. Before I let him in too deep though I plop my feet up on my desk. The ones I rolled in dirt just for him.

His phone sex foot fetish then starts to widdle away at his resolve leaving him a muddled pile of hormones and lust. I invite him to have a long lick right up the instep where I have the most silt for him to enjoy. As his prick hardens he starts to get weaker–the more feet dirt he eats the weaker he becomes.

And of course we never solve any of my problems because I have him on the hook in this manner. I let him think he’s going to help me and then I kick him right in the dirty foot fetish where it hurts.

Kisses, to D my forever foot fetish phone sex slave.