Teacher Student Phone Sex

You might think I’m focused on my notes when I’m giving a teacher student phone sex lecture, but I’ve taught this class a dozen times and I can recite the whole semester while juggling. You might think I’m concentrating on leading a discussion about the reading, but my mind – and my eye – are on other things. I’m studying the talent in the room. Do you think you might have what it take to be a promising, up-and-coming young scholar?

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There’s just something so refreshing about taking a handsome young man and wrapping him around my finger while I wrap my legs around his hips and hold him tight. Every semester brings a new crop of potential recruits, and I take my teacher student phone sex selection very seriously. Multiple candidates need to be tested in a variety of conditions to see who best rises to the occasion.

Maybe you wondered if you were imagining it when I held your gaze when I called on you to answer a question. Maybe you can’t stop thinking about the way I leaned in to talk to you about your paper after class. Maybe you’re wondering if you should come to my office hours and see whether there’s anything you should be doing to help your grade.

The answer is yes.

Mrs. Tamra has so many things to teach you in private, especially about her teacher student phone sex expectations.

Yes, I’ve got my eye on you, and yes, I wanted you to notice my shape and my scent when I got really close, and yes, I want you to let me know you’re looking for additional instruction. I have so many things to teach you in private, especially about my secret teacher student phone sex desires. The truth is, it’s hard to find men my age who can give me what I need. So many of them never found the right teacher to begin with, and even the ones who did acquire serious skills are running out of steam physically. It’s just easier to snap up some fresh meat with the stamina I need and teach them exactly how to please me.

I enjoy cuckolding my husband with my young students.

So I scrutinize my classes carefully, looking for young men with just the right attributes to really benefit from my teacher student phone sex instruction. I know you jerk off thinking about having your way with me right there on my desk. I know you think about me when you’re with your girlfriend just like I think about my students when I’m with my husband. I know you’re curious about what it’s really like with an experienced woman like me. Well, you have to be curious to be taught, and I’m a born teacher. Do you think you could be first in class?

Call me and let’s find out.

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After a breakup most girls need a change. Some alter their hair style. Others splurge on an expensive new handbag. Many treat themselves to a fancy dinners. A little retail therapy goes a long way. These are all lovely ideas after a break up but it’s missing one very important element: To get over a man, you have to get under another. I like to get under an entirely different kind of man with interracial phone sex. No more white wimps with tiny pink dicks for me. I needed something different; A Latin Lover or a Black Bull.

Oh yes, after my breakup I desperately wanted a change and I went after it. In order to have the best possible post-break up sex, I knew I wanted all of the things that women normally want after exiting a boring relationship. First I got on a dating app with lots of sexy interracial phone sex studs in my area. I swiped like a mad woman on all the muscular hotties. I super swiped the ones that had visible cock bulges. Yum! Then I went to the hair salon and got a cute new style. I spent the rest of the afternoon at the spa getting a fresh manicure, facial, and bikini wax. Then I met my girlfriends for sushi and went on a shopping spree. 

My best friends were excitedly helping me pick out the sexiest lingerie for my interracial phone sex rebound…

My best friends were excitedly helping me pick out the sexiest lingerie for my interracial phone sex rebound when it happened. Oh my… I matched with this gorgeous black GOD of a man. He was tall, with a perfect smile and a very muscular build. I knew that this was the man to help me get over my ex. We chatted for a little bit and I swooned. He was already sexier, funnier, and more charming than my bland ex. I knew that this new interracial phone sex guy was the man I wanted to be the sexiest little slut for. 

I told him that I was just getting out of a relationship and that I hadn’t been properly fucked in over a year. He needed to know that my wimp of an ex was absolute trash in the bedroom and that if he wanted to use my hot under-sexed body, he could. I desperately needed to be fucked by a man that knew how to handle a slut so I sexted him a photo of my tits in the lingerie right from the fitting room! He responded with “Don’t worry, baby girl. I will handle you if you can handle this…” Then a photo of his stiffening cock in his black boxer briefs came through. It was HUGE! In that moment both my mouth and my pussy were drooling. I knew that I needed to get this lingerie off me before I ruined it for later! I invited my interracial phone sex match over to my place that evening. Then I hurried home to get ready to put on that very same sexy red lingerie. 

I opened and there he was looking even more perfect than in his photos. I stared at him in my black lingerie in awe for a brief moment.

I nervously reapplied my red lipstick for the hundredth time. Then I began puttering about in my high heels when there was a knock at the door. I opened and there he was looking even more perfect than in his photos. I stared at him in my black lingerie in awe for a brief moment. Then I welcomed him inside and shut the door. He looked me up and down and smiled before hooking his hand around my waist and pulling me up against his already hard cock. I kissed him while he mauled my tits. Squeezing them and inspecting them. Yes, this is exactly what I needed….

It had been a year wasted with my wimpy white ex. A whole year of being deprived of quality sex. My mouth was desperate to suck his big black cock and I needed him now! I lifted up his shirt and kissed down his muscular chest as I dropped to my knees. I smiled and used my tongue to trace trails through the muscles in his six pack. Moaning softly between kisses and licks. When I got to the waist band of his pants, his huge cock was practically ready to burst the button off. I caressed his monster bbc cock through his pants and carefully unzipped. My eyes widened and he smiled smugly. Now this was the kind of cocky man I loved. A man that delivers. A real man. It felt like I had delicately unwrapped a present to release a monster. And that’s exactly what it was: a monster bbc. A gorgeous eleven inch masterpiece of a black cock complete with a fat mushroom head and delicious veins.

What would happen if I FaceTimed my ex boyfriend so he could watch me with my new black lover? It would be such a turn on to humiliate him like this! Call me for all kinds of interracial phone sex talk. 

Cuckold Phone Sex Humiliation

When someone calls with that certain quiver in his voice, I know exactly what he wants to talk about. It’s getting more and more common, so don’t worry that it’s just you. The inadequacy that leads to cuckold phone sex humiliation, isn’t your special secret unique burden to bear. The evidence is all around us, clearer than ever: Some men have what it takes to please women, and the rest don’t. And you’ve started to figure out which category you belong in. And you need to talk about it.

You can’t talk to your friends about cuckold phone sex. That’s just impossibly embarrassing.

And you can’t talk to your wife or girlfriend, because you already know one of two things is going to happen: Either she tells you not to be silly, not to worry, she loves making love with you … but you won’t really believe her … or she does tell you that actually, yes, you leave something to be desired. And you know what? That’s what you really want, you want her to tell you that she’s wanting, because then everything will be perfectly clear and understood. But it’s too frightening! It’s too real. I understand. You can talk to me about cuckold phone sex humiliation instead.

I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll tell you truths she’d never tell you. It’s easy for me to figure out exactly who you are, and let me tell you right now who you aren’t: a man. A real man. A man who can please a woman, who can keep a woman, who can make a woman want to please him in return. That’s not you. It never was, it never will be, and the sooner you accept that the happier everyone will be.

It’s really a public service I’m providing. You’ll be happier once you accept your limitations and stop letting unrealistic ideas pollute your relationships. And every woman you talk to will be happier once you stop thinking you can offer them something you absolutely cannot. Once you start talking to me everything will become clear. You’re meant for a life of cuckold phone sex stories and that’s it. I can tell you exactly what women need to please them, and I can tell you all about the qualities that real men have. And you’ll completely understand that I’m describing something you aren’t, never were, never could be. You’re something else. It’s not your fault. Just let me help you understand.

Size Queen Phone Sex SPH Mistress

I’m a firm believer that bigger is nearly always better. A gorgeous woman like me, deserves a big fat monster cock. Is that something you possess? Check your pants right now, shrimp dick. How does it measure up to my dildo? That’s right. Look it up and down then look at that underwhelming thing in your boxers. The only thing you’ll be good for us size queen phone sex SPH.

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By now you should know that SPH is small penis humiliation. Come on, you have a small cock so get with the picture, loser. You don’t have enough to please me and you are going to hear about your shortcomings while I please a man with a bigger cock or use one of my fantastically large dildos. Are you jealous or turned on? You know you’ll never be able to properly fill my cunt like I need. You know you’re less of a man and more of a girl. I mean, your penis even looks like a clit. So small cock humiliation and size queen phone sex is all I have in store for you.

Maybe I’ll even decide to cuckold you if you’re worth it. You should see how a real sexy stud pounds my sweet snatch. In so many ways, he’s stronger than you. A better man than you. He’s a real man with such a long, thick cock. You won’t be able to look away when he starts grabbing and groping me. I’m sorry you’re so useless, but not as sorry as you’re going to be when you see a real man take me in all the ways you only dream of being able to.

I’m a size queen phone sex Mistress who will show you your place in this world. Underneath me, licking the drippings from my hot freshly fucked pussy. Slurp all of that wetness up you little dicked loser.

Sissy Fag Training Phone Sex with BBC

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What a great weekend. My ex boyfriend called me on Thursday and asked if we could meet up. I told him he had to wear an old pink thong that I left at his place, along with jeans and a small t-shirt. He complained at first, but I told him that would be the only way he would get to see me was with sissy fag training phone sex.

We met at my favorite sushi place. When we got there I purposefully requested we sit at the sushi bar. His panties rode up on him and the whale tail was exposed over his jeans. I loved noticing the looks of other customers when they passed by. Every time someone noticed I would tell him, “There’s another person that knows you’re a sissy.” His discomfort was very hot.

At one point he asked if I would consider fucking him again and I said, “Sure, but I didn’t really tell him what it was more along the lines of sissy fag training phone sex with big black cock. I let him take me back to his place, where he fed me drinks until I was drunk enough to be as mean as I wanted.

I then told him to strip out of his boring man clothing and stand in front of me. He did it, but couldn’t make eye contact with me. I asked him if he was ready to fuck in his panties and he told me he couldn’t get hard like that. So I made him sit next to me on the couch and watch some BBC porn. As we did so, the sight of those huge black dicks made me really horny. “Your cock doesn’t compare to those real man dicks, you know that?” I asked him. He responded slowly that he knew. I had him sit on the fat end of the couch and told him that in his panties he was more woman than man and that because of this, he needed to start masturbating like a sissified girl. He rubbed his cock over the panties for 20 minutes while I told him about the black cocks I had fucked. I even told him about Sean, the black guy I had over while we were dating, and how he had fucked me bareback 20 minutes before my ex had got home on his birthday. He had no idea that he was already my personal sissy fag training phone sex cuckold. I told him that he had 10 minutes to get fully hard watching black cock videos, and if he could, I would fuck him. It was so much fun to watch him struggle. Every time he would look at my body or away from the screen, I would force him to look back at those black cocks. As we’re getting close to the twenty minutes and he was sweating, I told him it was okay. I would fuck him anyway.

He looked so relieved, I felt giddy with excitement.

He started to take his panties off and I was like, “Oh no, that’s not how this relationship works anymore. Get on your back, you fucking pussy.” He almost left but I reminded him how badly he wanted to eat my pussy and suck on my breasts. He laid back on the couch with a huff ready to become my sissy fag training phone sex bitch.

Since you were really always useless, I tell him, “We’re gonna do a new kind of fucking. We’re gonna do something where my happiness doesn’t depend on his ability to stay hard or have any fucking stamina. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my cock.” This is the only way he can have any contact with me. I could see he thought about it for a second but then said “Okay” very quietly.

He got on his back and spread his legs. I put two fingers into his mouth and told him to suck on them like they were a cock. As he sucked on my index and middle finger, I told him that this was just the beginning of his forced feminization and cock sucking training. If he wanted to be with me, we were going to start off in this new relationship. He would be my sissy pussy slave and I would be his black cock pimp. And we were starting his training now. With that, I took my 2 fingers out of his mouth and said, “Now beg me to finger you.” He started with a boring, “Please finger me.” Then moved to a “finger my sissy hole,” but I teased him until he finally said, “please stretch out my pussy so I can serve cock for you.” I teased it for a bit until I could feel him bucking his hips, trying to take my fingers inside. As I entered, I asked him if he knew what our next steps were. “Am I going to have to suck cock?” He asked. “Among many other things, yes you are, you horrible slut.” I fingered him for 40 minutes, telling him about the various men I knew in town who would soon be his masters, telling him about their cock sizes and how they fucked me better than he ever did. I held up my phone and showed him Sean’s big, black, uncircumcised dick in some pics and videos we had taken during my ex’s birthday weekend. “I’m going to make you Sean’s girlfriend now. Do you understand?” He was so horny and out of control that he agreed to be a forced sissy fag phone sex bitch boi. “Whore me out to him, please”, my ex begged. He was ready to blow and fucking my finger like it was already a real cock. “Does my little faggot want a release?” I asked him. “Only through anal.” That’s the only way you get to cum now. Do you understand?” He was sweating and bucking his hips up and down on my finger. I was already thinking about the next steps. To be fair, I did touch his cock a little when he was close. He came (not a lot) in big shudders and grinded on my finger. It was buried all the was inside his pussy. With my left hand I caught the jizz spilling out his cock and smeared it all over his face like my personal little facial faggot fuck rag.

“Okay, slave. Fun time is over. Drive home just like that and send me a thank you face time call when you get home. If your not still covered in your drying jizz, don’t call me ever again.”

“Yes, daddy,” he said, hurriedly adjusting his panties and running out the door. I knew he would call when he got home.