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You call me with your pathetic excuse for a pecker, and expect me to make it grow for you. I have a better idea … why don’t you just stand there naked in the corner, holding your tiny little prick in your hand, and watch while I show you how much pleasure a big cock can provide. Watch me squirm with delight as I masturbate using my big, fat vibrator, or even just finger-fuck myself … even that brings me more satisfaction than your limp dick.
Hmmm … Maybe you’re good for something after all … How well can you lick?? Give me a call.
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My favorite phone calls are couples. A couples relationship is so complex that it adds so many new depths to explore. For instance, who’s in charge? Does the couple want me to take charge? Does the guy want the thrill of controlling two women? Does the woman want to make her guy do nasty things, but doesn’t want to be the one that he does it with?
Couples phone sex can be therapeutic, if done right: Maybe the guy (or woman) wants to add a new … dimension … to their relationship, but doesn’t want the partner thinking that they are the one with these “nasty” ideas … introduce me. I will take the blame for introducing the golden showers or foot fetish, and the woman (who called me ahead of time to set it up) can act as surprised as her partner.
Having a couple talk with me means I can continue talking nasty with one while the other just listens in and takes care of business. I love chatting with the guy and describing things I’d like to do while the woman is going crazy with her vibrator or fingers.
Now, all of that said .. here’s my challenge: I would LOVE for a bi-curious gay couple (two guys) to call me. That, I think, would be my most favorite call.

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It was finally my turn.

That tiny pecker I chose in the auction was all mine for a day.  I couldn’t wait.

I had him meet me at a hotel, and from the moment he showed up at the door until the minute he walked out, I didn’t allow him one stitch of clothing.  If he covered his teeny peenie for any reason, I gave him a good, hard smack with a ruler I had brought along.

I made him service me completely, but just with his mouth and hands … I told im that penis didn’t deserve to touch me.  He had to lick my pussy, then my ass, and the whole time I was telling him how lucky he was to have a real woman to play with, because his little twig didn’t belong on an adult.

Once I caught him trying to jack himself off while he was tongue-fucking my asshole.  I stopped him right there and whacked his knuckes for being in the wrong place … I wanted his hand to be masturbating me.  I made him stand next to the window facing the door when room service arrived, and warned him that he would get extra spankings if he tried covering up that tiny dick.  It pleased me to see the maid smile as she glanced at him while setting up the meal.  Of course the meal was specifically chosen as well … baby carrots, little gherkin pickles and celery stems.

Finally, fifteen minutes before it was time to go, I allowed him to masturbate for me.  Even while he plucked at that little growth of a cock, I made fun of him.  He got it as stiff as possible, growing to maybe three and a half inches, before popping off his load.  I couldn’t believe what I saw - his jizz shot the whole way across the room and was still coming out when the first glob hit the curtains.  There was still cum seeping out when it was time to get dresssed and get out.  Poor little pecker didn’t even have time to clean up properly.

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I guess my interest in fmf trysts started in college. I shared a room with another girl in an off-campus dorm. She and I talked about sex quite abit, and even fooled around with each other from time to time.
One night I was almost asleep when I heard the door open and my roommate’s voice say “quiet … she usually sleeps heavy, but you can’t get too noisy”. Peeking out of my almost-closed eyes, I could see them stripping off each others’ clothes while locked in embrace. Once naked, they flopped onto her bed and started having sex. I watched them for awhile until I knew they were ignoring the rest of the world. That’s when I chose to add a little extra something to their session. I quietly got out of bed and came up behind them. I could see his butt going up and down as he ploughed into her. I got right up close and she noticed me, but didn’t break rhythm. A grin went across her face, and her hands went to his ass-cheeks. She clawed into them, and pulled them apart. Well, I saw that as an invitation, and lowered my face right down in there. I dropped a wad of spit on his crack so it would slide all the way down to his balls. When I started licking his ass, he clenched up at first, but as I continued .. and moved on to his balls .. he got into it and started thrusting so hard that he couldn’t help but grunt as well. When he shot his load, he let out a loud “Aargh!” and rolled off her. I let him roll, and just moved my tongue to her wet snatch. He laid back and watched for a bit … especially when my room-mate leaned down long enough to pull my nightie off over my head, then he was ready to go again. He came up behind me and wasted no time getting his hot rod planted in my pussy, which was more than ready. I moved slowly up my room-mate’s body to be sucking on her tight nipples, but still bumping back against each of her boyfriend’s thrusts.
We spent most the night trying different things until we all just collapsed together in a heap, exhausted.

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   The day finally came when I thought I would find out who bid on me in the auction, but I wasn’t to find out.

  The morning he was supposed to pick me up I got a phone call, and I was instructed to put on a blindfold.  Being ready to play the part, I made sure I had a nice blindfold - able to fit snug, yet comfortable, and absolutely no way for me to do a cheat-peek.

  Less than ten minutes after the blindfold was in place, I got another phone call … this one telling me to step out front.  I did so, and felt strong arms direct me out toward the street.  After a bit, I was stopped, then the hands that belonged to those strong arms ran over my body, quickly removing my clothes … right there on my front lawn!  I started to protest, but a whispered voice next to my ear told me to be quiet and obey.  I allowed my clothes to fall from my body until I had only the blindfold on.  I was helped into what seemed to be the side door of a van, then I heard the van door slide shut, followed moments later by another door closing, the engine starting, and the feel of the van moving under my naked ass.

  Once the ride stopped, I was led through the same sliding door, then walked a ways over a grassy area and then inside a large house … I could tell it was large from the echoing effect that noises made.

  For the rest of the day, I was assigned menial chores, constantly blindfolded and naked.  Sometimes I could hear voices close to me, and other times not.  After what seemed hours of this, I was directed to a certain spot, and ordered to masturbate.  I stretched out on the carpet I found under me, and started playing with myself.  As I masturbated, I started hearing more and more voices around me; some male, some female.  This got me more and more worked up, and I started reaching my climax point.  Just as I was getting there, I felt something brush my cheek.  Reaching up, I found it to be a cock … attached to a person.  As I started sucking the cock, I felt a mouth close onto my wet pussy, then more mouths and hands started caressing other parts of my body.  I accepted each touch greedily, and felt myself boiling up toward a tremendous climax.  When the dick that had been in my mouth was removed, and replaced by a female breast, I couldn’t take it anymore, and started bucking on the floor from wave after wave of unbridled orgasm. 

  This obviously did not conclude my session, though.  Even through my climax, and for quite sometime after it, I kept receiving new touches and body parts rubbed all over me.  The whole experience was amplified by the fact that there was hardly any sounds more than steady whisperings and some heavy breathing.  Finally things quieted down, and less & less new sensations were aroused.  As the last cock pulled away from my body, I heard the whisper that had been directing me for most the day now tell me to get up.  As I stood, I felt what seemed to be a large towel placed over me, and I was led back outside.

  I felt the grass under my feet again as I was led back to that same van sliding door from earlier.  Once the van stopped, those same strong arms helped me out of the van, and the familiar voice whispered “you’re now free”.  I waited just a few moments, and heard the van drive away.  Taking off my blindfold, I saw a dark van that looked like any other van disappearing around a corner.  I was on my front lawn in a poncho with my clothes neatly folded at my feet.

  Hurrying inside, I was overwhelmed with the events of the day and just collapsed into a deep sleep in the living room.

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