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My name is Suzanne and not only am I into cuckold phone sex cum play, I totally am living a cuckold lifestyle. I’ve been married for 4 years, but I’ve been with my boyfriend Steve for even longer than I’ve been with my husband. He is hands down the best fuck I have ever had. His big black dick is freaking amazing and I can’t get enough of it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, but he just can’t please me in the way that I need to be pleased. I told him from the beginning of our relationship that Steve was going to be a part of my life and he agreed. He was reluctant at first, but the first time he saw me being fucked by that big black cock, he was just as hooked as I was.
First, it was only watching. But before too long, I had him on his knees between my legs licking the cum out of my gaping pussy. He didn’t want to do it, but when I told him how much it would please me, he just immediately started licking. And not long after that, he was on his knees with Steve’s big black cock in his face. He sucked it, but only after I just pushed his mouth down on it. Now, he’s not so reluctant. Now he begs me to let him suck it… and be fucked by it. I’ll save that story for when you call me. And you know you want to hear it!
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He wanted me to humiliate his mother. Fuck her even. Treat her like a dog. I laughed and said yeah sure, let’s do it. He had a euro trash accent and spoke low, like he was looking over his shoulder the whole time. I bet you’d be taking softly too if you were making a mommy fetish phone sex call. *laughs* He asked me what I thought about him. I laughed and said what do you mean? like I didn’t know what he meant. Then I told him to tell me about his mother. He said he fucking hated her and wanted me to humiliate her, use her, anything. Sick stuff. I laughed again. Then he told me how hot I was. How much he loved my tits and how tight my pussy looked. So different from his mother. Not like his mother at all. I laughed and asked, “Is she a fucking pig?” I could almost hear him shudder and nod before he stuttered that yes she was. And so it began.
Where my tits are firm and perky, hers are old and sagging. Sad old fat tits that fall to her waist. He says she is ugly and wrinkled and fat and saggy with a grey haired cunt that is dried up and dusty. I laugh and we talk more. Mother goes shopping, dressed in her posh ladies suit, hair set and makeup ready. She would be going to expensive boutiques as was her taste and class. A cold rich bitch that was ruining her sons life with her awful bitch ways. I laughed at his characterization of her and we continued. Mother stopped in her favorite boutique, greeted by the salesgirl by name. Just the two of them in the store Mother never noticed that the security guard flipped the lock and put up the closed sign. Mother shopped and then went to leave. They stopped her of course. Told her they needed to search her purse, for stolen merchandise. Mother was appalled. And surprised when there was a necklace in her bag. I laughed. They demanded to search mother. She shrieked and wailed about her status and they tugged her out of her suit. Stripped down to her bra and big panties they insisted she was hiding more. The girl took off mothers bra and panties, with great difficulty. She lifted each of mothers tits and twisted them about, searching for hidden jewelry under them. Then the guard made mother bend over and grab her ankles. He spread open her pussy lips and probed inside with a big fat finger while shining his flash light to see better. He felt around for a bit and then pulled out. the girl shoved her fingers in next, vowing to reach whatever hidden items were supposedly stuffed up mothers twat. They found nothing of course, even after checking mothers ass. They gave her clothes back to her and told her to get dressed and get out and she was no longer welcome. They didn’t want to sell to thieves and whores. I laughed as he pictured his disheveled mother, makeup running from crying, hair all askew. naked and hunched over, shamed and abused. He came thinking about her embarrassment and humiliation from the sexual violation. I told him that we were only just beginning the degradation of mother. He was eager to call back soon for more mommy fetish phone sex. And I was happy to oblige.
Hi guys! My name is Suzanne and I live a cheating wife cuckold phone sex lifestyle!! I've been married for 4 years now and from the start, my husband was my bitch. We went on a couple dates and then it came time for us to get naked. Let's just say I was really disappointed in what I found in his pants. I let him try to fuck me once, but it just didn't work. I couldn't feel anything. It's so small that he couldn't really even get it inside me. So yeah, that was the end of that. I informed him that I really liked him but that I was going to find a boyfriend to fuck on the side. Honestly, he really couldn't do any better than me... he knew that. So that's how I became a cuckold phone sex wife!
My boyfriend Steve went on the honeymoon with us. We had so much fun in the honeymoon suite and my husband stayed downstairs in a MUCH less expensive room. I called him and let him listen in to Steve fucking me. I just made him listen and not jerk off... I wanted him to be as miserable as possible. I suppose that might be a bit cruel, but oh well. He knew what he was getting into!
Wanna hear more about my kinky cuckold phone sex lifestyle stories by a true cheating wife? I bet you do, you shrimp dick loser. I have tons of stories to tell you. Like maybe you wanna hear about the first time I made my husband lick Steve's hot cum out of my gaping pussy. Or maybe you wanna hear about the first time I made my husband suck dick. No matter what you wanna talk about, just call me! I'll be waiting for you!
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Have you ever fantasized about feet? Pretty young sweaty smelly feet stomping and trampling all over your naked body?
Are there a bunch of giggling squealing girls in your bizarre fetish phone sex fantasy? And what if I told you that your trampling fetish phone sex fantasy is my reality?! I bet your cock is getting hard now, thinking about your trample fetish. I found out about it by accident actually. Along with my best friends. We were at school, in the steamy locker room after cheerleading practice. We were all undressing out of our cheerleading uniforms, getting ready to for that hot stream of shower water after a long and sweaty workout. That’s when the unimaginable dirty foot fetish situation happened! This tiny pathetic loser fell out of one of the girl's gym lockers, with his pants around his knees and his hand on his dick. We all started screaming and grabbing for our towels, trying to cover ourselves.
As he stood there trying to hide his shame with his hands. He wouldn’t look at us, just stared at the ground. Then I realized he was staring at our feet, and he wasn’t trying to cover his dick, he was trying to rub it while he stared at our pretty young feet. I told the girls and then said, let’s get him! We all ran at him and knocked him over, grabbing our clothes, our dirty sweaty practice uniforms, and hurled them at him, along with a few humiliating insults about his little dick and pervert ways. He just lay there on the floor pulling at his cock while he tried to crawl towards us and touch our feet. We couldn't believe it, what a foot loving freak! We screamed and laughed and jumped back out of his reach, tossing bras and panties and him and laughing at how hard his small dick was, even when we were mean to him. I was the first to go over and put my foot on his face and push it down onto the floor. He moaned and gurgled a little and we all laughed. I kicked him over onto his back with my foot and stomped down in the middle of his chest. He just stared up at me in amazement and groaned as I realized he was loving trample fetish phone sex. I lifted my foot up and paused a minute, and then laughed as I stomped his dick with my foot. He gasped for enough air to moan oh god yes. The girls and I started howling with laughter and suddenly they all ran forward, joining the trampling and stomping onslaught on him. Anywhere and everywhere a foot could squish, stomp or smash, we planted on. We soon forgot to hold our towels and just laughed and pushed each other playfully as we jumped and stepped over and on him. He just lay there, thrashing around on the floor, groaning and moaning as we indulged his trample fetish phone sex fantasy with our soft, sweaty bare feet. We finally all had enough laughing and pointing and stomping and ran off to the showers together. But that’s for another blog. *giggles* As for our freaky trample fetish phone sex stalker, we left him there on the floor, happily bleeding and bruised with a sticky dick in his hand.