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Masturbation phone sex freedom from society’s rules

In a service alley tucked between two dumpsters I sucked my first masturbation phone sex cock.  I was sixteen years old.  The man I was sucking was a teacher–but not in the traditional sense.  He had picked up on the cues I wasn’t aware I was giving–the way I tilted my head this way and that.  He just knew that I was an easy target.  He filled my mouth with his rightness as my lips, tongue and throat confirmed his assumption.  It was a tasty treat.  One that left me masturbating later in the evening.

Despite being told that good girls don’t, I felt like good girls should, so I did.  I spent my entire adolescent in search of and acquiring cocks in my oral repertoire.  I became good at sucking cock.  So good in fact that I could suck a guy off in two minutes if I was bored or tired–most of the time I enjoyed the sensation between my lips though so I would usually take my time.

By the time I hit college though life became hectic.  I gave up my pursuit of the penis for the study of psychology.  My thirst for understanding my affliction was paramount to anything else in my life at the time.  I tried to deny my needs and desires.  I lied about the number lovers I’d had.  The shear volume of semen that I had swallowed by that time was enormous–and slutty.  Denial is a wonderful thing.  Society tells a girl it is a bad thing to be a cock sucker.

Sweeping this under the rug, however, became harder and harder.  I would find myself staring at random crotches and wondering about the organ behind the fly.  I would go home and fantasize.  I would masturbate with a dildo in my mouth.  You see, my body embraced what my mind could not.  In reality I needed that dick in my mouth.  I craved the taste of cock and the briny flow of semen out of a horny man’s dick hole.  My pussy didn’t lie to me about this.  My pussy accepted this, but I couldn’t.

Until now–it’s all I think about some days.  Being honest about my cock sucking phone sex addiction leads to the freedom of expression.  Masturbate with me tonight.  The hottest, wettest masturbation phone sex cock suck lies at the other end of the phone.

Masturbation phone sex confessional

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.