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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 change of pace

It’s what I heard in his voice and how he responded to me that lead me to masturbate with him all by myself that night. SS and I had been exploring his wife’s urges–her bisexual ones. His recent revelation that his wife had eaten the pussy of a co-worker led us to engage each other in an absolutely filthy uncensored phone sex session. I imagined what her pussy would be like in my mouth and mine in hers–and SS would liberally fuck either one of us lasting as long as he could until all three of us collapsed in orgasmic pleasure.

But this time I sensed SS needed me alone. I started the masturbation phone sex conversation asking about his wife and he seemed a bit distracted–I could tell he was wanting me and just me alone. I jumped at the chance to fuck him alone and we did so passionately. I thrust the dildo in and out of my mouth as I sucked SS to hardness. After that he ate my pussy and played tenderly with my asshole until I begged him to take me. Needless to say I nearly broke my chair on this hot phone sex call. I rode that dildo and came a few times before SS was squirting his appreciation for me as he has done so many times before.

I love men who bring to me a challenging hard on to satisfy. There are few others out there who will drain your vein with as much passion as I will. Want to donate your next load to Meredith? Yeah, I thought so

Absence makes the cock grow harder for masturbation phone sex

 I rarely have to prepare myself for a call with CS anymore–I just know he’s going to take me exactly where we need to go. I have a special place where I masturbate for him. It’s upstairs where I have to moan in hushed whispers but the whole idea of masturbating in a place where getting caught is possible really turns me on. It also doesn’t help that when some time passes between our couplings I grow very needy for his attention–even though it is masturbation phone sex it feels almost better than the real thing sometimes.

I contort my body into the posture of receiving his cock—my legs spread very wide and knees bent as I take my favorite toy and feed my thirsty pussy what it is craving. I feel the relief and the tension all at the same time as my pussy opens up and then I just hold him inside me for a few seconds before I just let go and fuck myself so hard to the rhythm we’ve set together. It feels just amazing to cum so hard and so much during a masturbation phone sex call–sometimes we role play and sometimes we don’t–but I enjoy the hell out of it. I know he does too–his orgasms are loud and strong–I am sure those sperm would hit their mark if they were injected into this very fertile cunt of mine.

Thanks, CS–been awhile since I’ve written about us but I wanted you to know you still make me swoon (and cum and cum and cum.)

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