The darker the better
I was just about to go to bed. To turn off my phone and sleep the sleep of the extra tired. Before I could turn the phone off the call came though. He was in Brooklyn, I’ve spent some time there so we chitty chatted about the city for a touch, then i told him a little about me, that i was an escort, that i was a real dirty girl and i was ready to prove it. I asked him if he was naked. He was kinda shy but he told me his pants were off. Great! Right before we got into the meat of the call he asked me if i wanted to view his cam. I was up for it. When his cam came on i could see he was a hot nude dark chocolate daddy. Oh i love the brothers. I told him such i dont think he believed me having obviously dealt with phone sex girls who will say anything. I told him that it was in fact the truth i loved the black guys and that i had even written about it. I then told him i wanted to see his cock. Just as i suspected, big guy… big fat black cock. I told him how id go to town on that thing, how id make him throat fuck me with it. How i wanted to gag on it, my eyes to water, my mouth to be filled. All the while watching him stoke that big cock. I told him how i wanted him to get behind me with that giant cock and shove it in my tight, wet pussy, to fuck me hard…make me take it. We talked likethis for a while, until i told him i wanted to watch him cum. He complied, and that hard thick big back cock exploded in creamy white cum.
We said our goodbyes, i told him how to follow me on twitter and said i hoped he would call me again someday. It was a good way to end the night and an unexpected call. I was a little worked up when went to bed and i got t myself off… thinking about my boyfriend fucking me.
Speak up son, i can't hear you
I like to put my phone on early on the weekends. I find that the early i put the phone on the more likely i will get calls. I dunno why but since its a family holiday weekend i figure it will probably be slow and i should make every effort to be available as much as i can to make as much cash as i can.
It was 7am my time on the west coast when he called.
It was hard to understand him, he mumbled. I had to ask him to speak up a couple times and to repeat himself more then a few times. Which frankly just interrupts the flow of the call and also precludes me from getting the cues i need to be whoever it is he wants on the other end of the phone.
When i asked him what he was doing he said playing with his boobies. Okay so I’m thinking sissy slut. I start to ask him if hes a slutty whore who likes to get used. He agrees, i make him call himself a whore. He does. I ask him if he wants to me pimp him out to other dudes to be a whore. He declines.. Wha wha wha? Unusual but i go with it, he said he wanted to be a whore for me. ahhh okay i pick up where i left off then he interrupts me with his mumble and says and i quote. “i want to be your nigger whore” I did a double take .. “What did you just say” he repeated himself. Oh Jesus H Christ on a crutch.
The darker the berry...
That’s not a word that comes tripping off my tongue, I’m not comfortable using it. Plus i totally dig black men, they have always gotten me hot. I love my alabaster skin next to their dark skin. the darker the better in my book but I’m not going to say the warm chocolate brown dudes don’t float my boat too, cuz they do. So I’m not really sure what to do and since I’m getting paid. i say ” okay you can be my little nigger whore, be a whore for me tell me what a huge whore you are” only i try to turn it around and make it sweet and put my emphasis on whore, not nigger. My voiced changed into one of encouragement not scolding. I could hear him feverishly working his cock over. He kept asking me to affirm he was my nigger slut/whore/whatever. I had had enough about 7 mins into the call and told him to fuck himself in the ass with two fingers and to stroke his cock and come for me like the slut he was. Usually i can end a call quickly this way. Yup did the trick. he came, he hung up.
I wont be playing that game again..I didn’t like it. It wasn’t hot or fun. It made me uncomfortable. As much as i want to give the callers what they want and be the hot phone fuck they are looking for i don’t think the racially motivated degradation shit is hot in the least and it has no place in my sex live. The real one i live every day or the made up one I partake in on the phone.