My horny phone sex hotline keeps my cum filled cunt so busy that I don’t have much time for the sexy men in my day to day life. It makes me feel bad, but I have to take care of all of my cream craving callers, too. They need attention just as much as every other guy and when you got a job to do, you gotta do it well.
It does take a lot out of me. I have so many orgasms while I’m on the line with all of you wild wankers that my pussy almost can’t keep up. All of you have super sexy voices and I can tell that, if you were here with me, you’d use my hot holes however you wanted and would make me cum harder in person than you do when you’re on the other end of the phone with me. It’s all in how you talk to me, I know a real man when I hear one.
After a full shift of phone whoring, all I want to do is cuddle up and relax on my couch. Sitting in my office all day and slamming my snatch with a fat dildo while I talk to tosser after tosser with the most terrific, nut chasing tones in their voices is really tiring. If one of my boyfriends comes over to get laid, he’ll have to do it while I just lay there and take it. All of those phone sex games that my callers like to play make it so that the only thing I’m good for when I get off of work is being a cum catching fuck doll. I don’t mind if they don’t.
















I felt him kick inside my mouth, felt him overflow with need during Phone sex games and coat my tongue in slimy love. I sucked in it, drank him like a smoothie, and took solace in the knowledge that I just made him cum from my own will and efforts. He continued to give me a few extra ropes, before I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. My breath was harsh, panting while taking in as much air as I possibly could. My cheeks were sweat covered, a bit of my auburn hair stuck to my forehead and a little blood flowing to my face in embarrassment for being so clearly admired. It was a lot, too much even, and I knew if I didn’t have him in my ass for Anal phone sex soon I’d lose myself in his eyes and wake up tomorrow having made a mistake. “How do you want me?” I asked, falling back and holding my tits up. I spread my legs, showed him my wet cunt and already lubed up asshole, and gave him a choice I knew he’d appreciate even if the answer was already clear. At least I thought it was clear, up until he lifted my ankles behind my head and stabbed his tip into my pussy lips. “My-my ass, hah, I don’t want to get pregnant!” I warned him, making it clear that it wasn’t really a choice. He sunk his cock in so deep his balls slapped my ass, and I felt him hilt. “Too bad.” He said, backing his hips up, and sinking into my Tight shaved pussy again. I couldn’t help but cry out, knew I was powerless to stop him, and without missing a beat he began to rapidly fuck into me. I knew I’d soon be a drooling slut for his dick.


