Don’t displease your size queen slut!

You and I both know that what you’re packing isn’t going to be enough for me. So, what’s a boy to do if he wants to keep his size queen slut happy? Well, you need to bring me something better, silly! 

Go on, get out of here with that puny cock and don’t come back until you’ve found something worthy of your size queen slut. Bring me a dud and I swear to God I’m going to fucking flay you, you god damn idiot. Seriously, I’ll even make you tell your favorite phone sex operator all about it!

Worthy of a goddess

You come back, meekly, with a man straight out of GQ. The way his suit drapes his muscles has me rubbing my thighs together slowly as I recline on my bed. It’s the bulge between his legs that really hypnotizes me, though…

“Well, well, well, you little weasel…it looks like you’ve done something right for once. And what would your name be, babe? If I’m going to worship that, then I ought to at least know whose name to scream every time I cum tonight…”

He takes a few moments before he answers. I sit up as he enters the room, my silky robe sliding open. He looks me up and down, unbuttoning his jacket as he answers.

“I’m Aaron. That wanker told me you were a goddess, but God damn, you’re going to be fun.”

“Oh, British too, bonus! And yes, thanks to that thing’s disappointment earlier, I’m going to be very fun. Did he tell you I’m a size queen slut? He’s got a whole little speech he’s supposed to give, but sometimes that little cock of his gets too hard and distracting for him really focus.

“No, he didn’t?! Well, I guess you know what that means, you stupid little cunt. Put the panties on and sit the fuck down! Don’t forget your Barbie doll either. Make sure those little arms are wrapped nice and tight around that pathetic little clitty. Now, where were we, Aaron? Oh yes…

Ignoring the whore

I slide off the bed, straight onto my knees. My fingers can’t help but crawl across his pants legs as I looked up into his eyes. His cock feels massive beneath the strained fabric. This suit was meant for many things, but hard-ons weren’t one of them. A size queen like me can’t help herself. I free it. 

It’s so warm and heavy in my hands. I think about what my sub must be experiencing right now. That cocktail of humiliation, envy, horniness, and emasculation must have him on the edge of his seat. I don’t look, though. 

I slide Aaron’s cock in and out of my cleavage, licking the tip every time it popped through.

It’s mostly a test. I want to tease him until he snaps. 

Keeping my pace slow, I pump him and lick until every single vein is throbbing. I smile to myself when I feel his hand in my hair. Turns out, so did he. I laugh as I land back on the bed, my head dangling off the edge. This is the treatment that a size queen slut craves. 

Then, he fills my throat for the first time. The sensation is intense. My lips stretch thin to fit him but all of the spit in my mouth was trapped. I gagged, but he forced himself further. Asy eyes filled with tears, I looked over at my whore. It’s a mistake.

Big mistake

His panties are pulled to the side, his little cock held firmly upright by the arms of a loving little Barbie. His hand is wrapped around the Barbie’s torso, jerking it up and down. Thank god for his naughty sissy lingerie! I laugh as Aaron’s cock slides down my throat and my whole body wretched. Such a bad idea!

Aaron puts me out of my misery though, pulling his cock from my mouth as I try to get air into my lungs. He looks down at me with a bemused look on his face and all I can do is point at my little cuckold. I may be a size queen slut, but seeing his little dick….well…

Aaron flips me onto my hands and knees, positioning me so my tits will swing right into my sub’s face once he gets going. I reach a handout and flick his shrimp dick as I get comfortable.

Aaron leans down to tell me he’s not going to wear a condom and my pussy starts dripping even harder. This is going to be such a treat!

Phonesex