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Another post from our cuckold client who’s wife that luvs that BBC

or should we say the bull’s with the big black cock!

Call his favorite girl Kristy to talk about all his whore of

a wife’s BBC sex-capades!

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I’ve heard a new term recently, “pansexual”. I like it because I’ve finally found a word that fits me. Let me see if I can describe what it means.

Lesbian/Gay/Bisexual are all terms that describe what gender a person is attracted to. What happens if you’re not attracted to a gender but are attracted to a person? Pansexual people are those people who simply attracted to a person because of personality, looks, intelligence, basically who the person is. Their gender just happens to be part of the package. Pansexuals love the person, not the gender.

Let’s talk!

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Kristy

So I sit here trying desperately to work, and the thought of you keeps distracting me.  All I want is you; I want to do all sorts of things to you, things that I as a lady couldn’t possibly write down here. I imagine all sorts of scenarios we could find ourselves in and then I decide to text you, the first one goes into text space waiting for you to read it, the question is simple; “Want to fuck???”
You reply, my brain goes into overdrive, you make the mistake of telling me you’re going to the movies, the smile that curves my lips is pure calculation. I think for a few moments about what I want to say to you, exactly what picture do I want to paint in your brain?…
I tell you how I feel, how wet I am, the want and the need I can feel building within me. I text you back telling you;

“I’d make you cum so hard inside me right now! Can you imagine it? Your hard cock plunging into my dripping pussy mmmm feeling your cum pump into me, covering your cock in my juices.”  Three little words;  “I want you!”
I can imagine you sitting in the darkened cinema reading my text your cock growing in your jeans until it presses uncomfortably against them; I need you to feel this way so you can understand my torment at not being able to get at you right now! I plan my next assault;
“pushing your rock hard cock into my warm wet cunt… Feeling how tight I am when you push inside me for the first time. Watching me gasp as you pound me harder and faster. Feeling your cock sliding out and then shoving it back into my wet, wet greedy pussy. Feeling me sinking my nails into your skin pulling you into me closer wrapping my legs tight around your waist as your cock is inside me. You can feel my pussy as it tightens around your shaft almost begging you to cum inside me. I want to feel your hot cum as you slam into me flooding me, dripping out of me.”
Your texts back make me smile you promise to pay me back for turning you on when you’re in public, I grin as I write again;
“If I was there right now I’d take you to the back row, unzip your jeans and begin stroking and caressing your cock until you were unbelievably hard. Then I’d bend down and suck and lick your hard cock rolling my soft wet tongue all over the head of your penis, sucking the tip into my mouth and then deep throat your hard cock until you came in my hot wanting mouth. I’d drink you all up licking and sucking you until you were clean.”

You don’t text back, but its ok.  I know I’ll make you cum for me later, I’ve tortured you enough as it is, but its how I feel, mounting frustration and the need, its killing me…

“Want to fuck?”

Kristy

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Brad is one of my favorite lovers. He’s exciting and sexy and has
a great sense of humor. We’ve been lovers and friends for well over a year,
but I’ve never met him. I couldn’t describe him to any of my friends, and
only a few even know about him because not everyone would understand how
I can have a lover I’ve never met. No, he is not a fantasy or an imaginary
friend. He’s a very real man who happens to live in IL while I
live in FL.
I suppose that we don’t really live that far apart — especially in
this age of airplanes — and would have been able to meet by now if
we wanted to. Maybe we’re both afraid to meet each other — afraid that
we wouldn’t click in person — or maybe we prefer the lack of responsibility
inherent in our present relationship. Whatever the subconscious reasons, if
either of us has ever been in the others city, we’ve just never been able
to arrange our schedules so we could get together.
And so our relationship has remained confined to the medium in
which it began online and has moved to the telephone.

How does someone go about getting a phone lover? I’m not really
sure since I wasn’t looking for what happened between Brad and me. For
starters we’re both very open to new and different things.

Initially, Brad and I conversed on the computer and moved to the phone
in a business capacity that turned into friendship. We both enjoy witty
conversation and take every opportunity to make plays on words, especially
in a sexual context. Along with the risque’ jokes there was an like electricity,
perhaps generated by our well-matched mentalities. Eventually the joking
and teasing led to a suggestion of making love on the phone, and the mental
attraction injected real possibility into our teasing.

I also felt safe talking to Brad — he wasn’t some stranger calling
numbers at random (who might also have my address), and he wasn’t going to
keep bugging me if the idea didn’t go over. Besides, he has a sexy, melodic
voice and I had wondered what kind of lover he would be. Is it so strange to
be attracted to a man’s voice, after all? I’ve listened to opera singers and
jazz vocalists who’ve put me in the mood faster than a porn video could.

Our first time together, Brad did most of the work. I was sleeping
soundly, tucked up against my pillows, when the phone rang. I answered it
sleepily, and vulnerably, as it later turned out.
“I just had a dream about you,” Brad said in a whispery, breathy,
eager voice.
“What was it?” I asked, giggling a little and shivering with
excitement.
It was four o’clock in the morning, and the “noir gla’mour” of that
adventurous hour enhanced the novelty of the moment.
“I dreamed I was lying here in bed and you were there next to me,
naked and so beautiful. It seemed so real, like I could reach out and
touch you.”
“If I was there, what would you do?” I whispered, that familiar
tingle awakening in my groin.
“What would you like?”
“I love to kiss. It turns me on a lot. Are you a good kisser?”
“The best. I kiss you slowly and softly. I taste you and gently bite
your lip. Then I move down and kiss your nipples. Tell me what they
look like.”
I threw back the sheet and studied my bare breasts in the half-light
of a summer morning.
“The areolas are about the size of half-dollars and my nipples are
about the size of pencil erasers — perfect for nibbling. I like them
nibbled on because they’re very sensitive.”
“Touch them for me. Caress your tits and pinch the nipples.. how does
it feel?”
I did what he asked, never once thinking about faking it.
“Mmmmm. It feels wonderful.”
“Then I kiss my way down between your legs. Describe your pussy to
me.”
“I’ totally hairless, I like it like that, its much more sensitive that way.”
“What about the inside?” What about the slit?”
“It’s kinda like a pouty lil mound and then when I spread it open,
it’s very rosy — more rosy than pink.”
“What’s your scent like?”
“I don’t have a strong scent.”
“Is it wet?”
“Sopping. I always get very wet.”
“Touch yourself. Is your clit swollen?”
“Like a little pea.”
“Wet your finger and taste it.”
I did so, then went back to slowly stroking my slippery slit.
“I’d lick your slit up and down. Then I’d stick my tongue in as
far as I could, scooping out your juices. More licking up and down
and then I’d suck on your clit, pulling it into my mouth until you
cum. What’s happening with you now?”
“I’m grinding my hips on the bed. I want to do you. I want you.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to suck your cock.” I tried to picture him lying there
stroking his erect cock as he talked to me.
“Tell me more.”
“I want to start by licking your balls and playing with them. Then
I’ll lick the shaft lightly up and down like  a popsicle.
I’ll flick my tongue over the head, playing with the little hole
on top. I’ll suck the head a little. But once I go down on it, I keep
at it. I deep-throat it every few strokes and I suck on it hard
while I keep stroking with my hand. Once I get it in my mouth I get so
excited I just suck away.. Oh Brad, I want you to fuck me now.”
“I lay you on your back and kneel between your legs rubbing the head
of my cock up and down the slit of your pussy. Then I put it in slowly
and I can feel your pussy. Grabbing at it inch by inch. It feels so
good. I fuck you slowly at first, building you up until you can’t stand it.”
“I want it fast and hard now,” I gasped. “I want you to fuck me and
bite my nipples.”
We were both breathing so heavily by this time it was hard to discern
all the words.
“I fuck you faster and deeper with every stroke until my cock is
bumping the back of your pussy. I kiss and bite your nipples, your neck,
behind your ears. My cock goes so deep into you, and I gyrate my pelvis
frantically so I touch every inch of the walls of your pussy.”
“I feel you. I feel your cock stroking that spot..”
“Cum for me, baby.”
“I’m going to cum now, Brad. I want you to cum, too. I want you to
cum inside me.”
“I’m going to cum and you can feel it shooting into you strong
and hot.”
With that, we both gasped into the phone as we came. My back arched
off the bed as my fingers worked the soft, buttery folds of my pussy.  It was
wonderfullly decadent and satisfying.
That is, until we said good night and broke the connection. The
drawback was having to nestle down into bed alone with no warm
body to cuddle against.

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As you can tell, phone sex is not for anyone with an aversion to
four-letter words. You also have to be extremely comfortable with
masturbation. It also helps if you’re vocal when you climax.
Brad always tells me how many times he spurts when he comes and then
after a few endearing words and a lot of teasing, we hang up. I would
recommend phone sex to anyone who’s looking for a way to add variety to
their sex life. In fact, I have recommended it.
As I mentioned before, some of my friends are aware of my
relationship with Brad. The most common question is, how do we keep the sex
from growing stale — after all, we’ve been doing it for almost two years. Well,
there are several ways to vary phone sex. We describe what we’d do in various
positions or acts of sex. For instanced, my sumptuous, very sensual
description of tit-fucking.
“I’ll spread almond oil on your hard, hot cock and then rub it all
over my tits until they glisten. My hard nipples will shine in the
candlelight. You’ll straddle me and press your dick against my chest. I love
how stiff and hot it feels.
“I’ll lift my tits up so that they press against either side of your
cock and you’ll slide it back and forth. It’ll be warm and slick — almost as
good as my pussy. I’ll flick the head of your cock with my tongue as you
thrust forward. Then I’ll press my tits even harder against you and play with
the nipples. When you cum you’ll thrust it into my mouth and I’ll suck every
single precious drop from you.
Brad has also instructed me on how to use my vibrator.
Then one night when I called Brad he had just put a porn film on. He described
the action (a threesome) to me and we both got off. That gave me the idea of
copying one of my favorite porn films.  We watched the flick together,
Brad in IL and me in FL, and we had achieved our goal within the first ten
minutes of the film. Because of the distance provided by the telephone,
maybe we’re both more uninhibited than we might usually be. In any case,
the relationship has led me to try other scenarios I previously wasn’t
much interested in. One of those was a threesome.
One night — inevitably — there was a woman with him when I called.
Brad put Cathy on his wireless phone. With all three of us describing
the moves or giving orders, I listened intently and avidly while they
fucked each other passionately and I came feverishly. Unfortunately,
I felt a little lonely afterward since he had someone there to continue
the good times with or cuddle up with after the connection as broken,
whereas I again had an empty bed.

Another first was a threesome on my end. When one evening
I was at the apartment of one my closest friends. We had been
drinking and talking about sex, as usual. In a fit of honesty
I told her about my relationship with Brad. She thought it was great.
We drank a little more and went on watching some movie.
We kept wishing we had a man with us, and even tried to reach a
couple of men we knew, but without success. Then I hit on the idea of
calling Brad. He was all for it, which I wasn’t surprised to say the least.
Tina and I sat on her kitchen floor (she had only one phone and it
was in the kitchen). We were naked and drunk and horny. The floor was cold
and the room was dark. Brad’s voice sounded extra sexier than ever.
After the introduction was made, we giggled and waited for someone to
start something.
Suddenly, Tina leaned over and sucked my nipple, very gently.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
“What’s the matter?” Brad asked.
“She’s — oh! She’s sucking on my tit,” I told him.
“Do you like it?”
“Actually, yes. Do you?”
“I love it. If you like it, what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t expect it. I thought we were all just going
to masturbate together.”
“Relax. Enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
“So tell me what she’s doing.”
“She’s got her hand on my pussy. She’s playing with me.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Very good. Mmmmm..”
“Do you think you’ll cum?”
“I always cum.”
“Are you horny?”
“I’m always horny.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She’s licking me.  I’ve never done this before.”
“How does it feel?”
“It feels good. I wish it were you.”
“Now what’s happening?”
“Tina’s licking my clit and finger-fucking me.. Brad I’m going to
cum now.”
“Now you should reciprocate, ” Brad said.
He listened while I gasped in a paroxysm of pleasure. Tina raised her
head and kissed me on the lips so I could taste my juices.
Tentatively, I reached out and touched her pussy. It was wet and
warm, much like my own. Touching it was strangely familiar, but still I was
unsure of what to do. Under Brad’s guidance I brought Tina — and him — to
orgasm.  And Tina pushed me over the edge once again.
Then we started on the oral stuff. First I stood up while Tina — at
Brad’s command — parted my pussy lips and licked me up and down. Then she
lay down on the kitchen floor and I straddled her head. We went into a sixty-
nine position with Brad telling me what to do and listening to the slurp of
Tina’s dripping cunt, which smelled similar to mine — not too strong or fishy
like girls I had stood near in the gym. I made her scream with pleasure so
that Brad could hear her all the way in IL. She went to work on me with
a vengeance and Brad shot off yet again.
Tina and I went to separate beds satisfied at how bold we had been and yet
not totally satisfied for lack of physical contact with a man.
I wonder if I’ll ever find a FL lover as open and as much of a
friend as Brad is.
I wonder if Brad will ever come to Florida so that I can finally get
under the covers with him.
More than that, I wonder if Brad and I will have as good a time in
person as we do over the phone.

Call Kristy for the ultimate GFE!

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A couple of weeks ago, I had to go up to Tampa for the weekend.
I had to take this 2 day class, so I decided to stay the whole weekend.
The second night I was there, I began to feel a bit horny.
So I went out wearing a short skirt and tight top with no bra.
After a couple drinks, my situation began to get worse. And to top it
off, there were no guys to speak of at least that I liked. I’m just
gonna have to take care of my problem by myself. So, I finished
my drink and left. I decided I wanted to get roaring
drunk and as we all know, bars are not cheap. So off to the liqour
store I went. I got a few looks from the locals as I got into my car and
then one guy said “Hey baby, how ’bout showing the rest of your tits”.
By this time I was so horny I did not care so I simply undid my shirt
and pulled it off. When I got to where they were standing, I stopped
my car so they could get a good long look and then drove off. It
was great having all those guys just sit there and stare at my tits.

I drove around a little and flashed a couple more groups of guys. Each
time I got hornier and hornier. Finally, I ended up just going back to
the hotel room, alone! I just started drinking and turned on the tv.
I turned on the adult movie channel and got undressed and got out my
favorite dildo (that I never leave home without!). As I watched the movie,
I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I finally could no
longer stand it and reached down and stroked my pussy. It felt soooo good.
I then heard some noise outside. I opened my eyes and looked around and saw
that I hadn’t closed the door wall curtain. There were three guys across the way
on their balcony watching me. Well, I was a little pissed (mostly
at myself for leaving it open) so I closed the curtain.

I sat down again started stroking myself when I realized that I liked
them watching me (I have never masturbated in front of a bunch of guys
before). So, I called the desk and got their number. I called them
and when this guy answered, I simply said “If you want a real show,
why don’t you all get some beer and come over” and hung up. By the
time I had put on a robe, there was a knock at the door. I let them
in and really enjoyed the looks they were giving me. Then they
noticed the dildo on the table and that really got them (of course,
they tried to look cool like they didn’t see it). I took one of their
beers and started drinking it. After that, I said “Now then, I did
promise you all a show” and with that, I reached up under my robe
and started stroking my pussy again. Their eyes just got bigger as
they watched. One of them got up and started towards me and I said
“I promised a show, not a fuck. You can watch for now…..maybe
later you can touch”. He took the hint.

I took off my robe and sat in the chair, making sure they had a good
view. I started fingering myself and playing with my tits. They
just kept watching. Then I started licking my tits and ocassionaly
licking my fingers (the ones that were in my pussy of course). Then
one of the guys said “if she’s not going to let us fuck, then I’m at
least going to enjoy this” and with that, he dropped his pants. His
cock was rock hard and looked great. Just seeing that cock gave me
a great jolt. I stopped what I was doing and said “ok, I’m still
not going to let you fuck me but………It’s fine if you want to
jerk off while you watch. In fact, anyone who does not want to can
leave cause I’m not going on until I see some more cocks”. With that,
the other two dropped their pants. Seeing three nice looking cocks
almost made me cum then but I held on. I then told them “now, come
stand by me…..I want you to cum on me”. The three of them came by
and started stroking their cocks. I just watched them and reached for
my dildo. As I put it in, they started beating off faster. Finally,
one could not take it and shot his load on my face. That was all I
needed. I tasted that cum and fucked myself like there was no tomorrow.
As I started to cum, the other two shot their loads. I just opened my
mouth and caught it. When I came, I thought I was going to go through
the roof.

After about 30 seconds, I opened my eyes. I was covered with cum. The
three guys were just standing there, looking. I took my finger and
scooped up some cum and then licked it off (in case you don’t remember,
I love cum). I then said “that was the best dildo session I’ve ever
had! So, to repay you all, I’d like you to come over tomorrow evening
around 9 with some more beer. I promise you can do more than just
watch and jerk off.” They agreed, got dressed and left.

I’d tell you about the next day but that is another story.

I’d love to lick you all, Kristy!

Call me, so we can play!

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What does Financial Domination mean to you? Is it the rush of a blackmail fetish that makes you tremble, or the opportunity to voluntary offer yourself and become one of My money slaves, a walking-talking human ATM machine, a pay piggy with a wallet wide open.. or maybe you are not able to resist the money slavery, not able to say “no to your Princess, not able to fight the weakness and are willing to give away the control of the most precious, the most essential part of your life – your money. Once you are in financial slavery to your Princess, your life changes, slowly, but surely. It may get uncomfortable at first, even a bit painful, maybe even very painful, but it feels too good to stop. On the contrary, you ask for more, you want to give more. You are My experiment, just to see how far in money slavery you will go to please Me, how much you are willing to give. There is absolutely nothing extraordinary for Me in having your wallet, your life at My disposal. It is only natural. You give, I take. It is just the means, not the end. It is the means for Me to control you, to deprave you, to drain you, to sedate your lifestyle to the stage that I set, to complicate your life, to manipulate it. Now, I suggest you close your eyes, imagine what it would be like to become something with a purpose, to find your place as My money slave, and then open your eyes, take a deep breath, relax, and send Me a letter, a tribute and the journey will begin.

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Just wanted everyone to know ONE thing, so we’re clear and on the same page:

I could give less than half a shit if my “boys” talk to other females.  “Why?” you ask, because I have supreme confidence in myself. All boys may stray occasionally — in fact males, even submissive ones, are like alley cats, wandering from one woman to another — but they always find their way home to me, the one and only female that gives them what every other female can’t!

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Call me NOW Bitch BOY!

Some of my favorite calls are from the panty boys out there. : ) What fun to talk about wearing panties together, how pretty they look, how silky they feel, how girlish they make you! I also love to humiliate my pantie sluts sometimes, making you wear your panties to the office & then call me up and tell me all about that..having you make a big old wet spot in that silkie pink thong. I love being the ONLY one who knows your dark little secrets and being able to share them with you. I’ll be around all weekend for tease & humiliation calls from panty sluts and sissy boys and for some good old fashioned phone fucking from you REAL men out there.

What I’m wearing:

blue short shorts with blue, white tank top & blue panties  (no bra, giggles!)

What I’m listening to:

Poker Face, Lady GaGa

Mood: Naughty

Phone number:

1.877.469.3848     ADULTS ONLY!

Call Kristy for some hot naughty phone sex!

In generations past, sex was always a taboo subject. For our Grandparents and probably our parents and maybe even for some of our older clients, it was a subject that was whispered about behind closed doors, not to be discussed in public – sinful and shameful and very much frowned upon.

I’m glad we’ve gotten over this now.  Being able to talk about sex more openly allows for sex education, sexual health clinics and free and open discussion about sexual rights – good things one and all.

But the best thing about sex being an acceptable topic of conversation is that you get to hear sex stories. I loves me a good sex story. The ones that make you squirm, the ones that make you laugh, the ones that turn you on, the ones that cause large amounts of high-fiving and “dirt-off-your-shoulder”-style hand actions. The really good ones you can dine out on for ages. The brilliant ones that you can’t believe happened in real life.

For example,  I know several people who are official members of the Mile High Club. I know someone who’s got a blow job on the Pyramid stage at Glastonbury (not during a performance, but still).  I even know someone who’s done it in the aquarium at Pier 49 in San Francisco.*

Now, I’m not talking about gossiping about people behind their backs: “So-and-so is such a slut, you’ll never guess what she did…” That’s reserved for an entirely different sub-set of people. The point of telling sex stories is to relate to each other, to empathise – and to be proud of yourself and your sexual antics. It’s something we always associate with men – that whole “go on my son, get in there” kind of mentality. But the truth is that there’s nothing to be ashamed of in taking pride in your sexuality, regardless of what sex you are.

It’s also a good way of learning from other people’s mistakes. The story about the tongue piercing, where it’s all fun and games until someone loses their foreskin? The story about that time you were really nervous about screwing the hot guy in your office so you decided to drink yourself into a state of courage and ended up drinking yourself into passing out halfway through?

It’s an even better way of working out when it’s all gone wrong in an entirely different way.  It’s sometimes hard to tell when you’ve crossed a line or when someone else has – and it often needs the perspective of another person to make the distinction or point out where you went wrong. Two guys in one night? Half the Starting Line of your high school football team? Your boss? Your boss during promotion season? Your teacher?

Finally, especially when it’s all gone horribly, it can feel so good to laugh at your own misfortune with someone else. That time you decided to visit your boyfriend at the office in only a coat and a thong and then his boss invited you all out for drinks?!

And that’s probably how sex ended up getting un-taboo-ed in the first – with people telling stories. Human beings are natural born storytellers – we just can’t help ourselves. Our lives are filled with stories, about both the real and the imagined and we use them to learn, to grow, to entertain, to influence, to change, to move forwards and to remember what was. We are also inherently social creatures as well – knowing our own stories is nothing compared to the pleasure we get in sharing them. And like I said, I love a good sex story, so that works out great for me!

In an ideal world there would be no taboo subjects, nothing that could never ever be discussed. That’s not the case – and even though we talk about sex more these days, we still don’t talk about it enough. The solution is to keep talking about it.  Even if you can only talk about it with us, just keep doing it!