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– Dan from Boston
One thing I’ve learned from the story I’m about to describe is that it’s always good to be friends with a group of hot strippers, and to know the Boston number for Phone Sex Chatline. Without those two connections I’d be still walking around my condo on Friday nights in my pyjamas.
It all started late one afternoon while I was hanging out with a few of my stripper friends that I recently met. They came from a local club where a bunch of the boys and me stop by for beers at the end of the work week. We’re recently been doing very well in sales and I think all but one of us are driving a new sports car.
Obviously strippers enjoy money so a few of the girls took to us and we’ve been partying with them when they’re not working. The girls were over on a Saturday afternoon having a few cocktails before heading off to their shifts and trying on different sexy outfits to wear that night. As they were walking around in the nude and teasing me I obviously became ridiculously horny.
Just as one of the girls was rubbing my throbbing penis through my jeans the front door buzzer at my condo rang because their taxi had arrived. I begged and pleaded that one of them remain behind but it was to no avail. While running down the front steps one of the girls yelled at me to pick up the phone and call Phone Sex Chatline.
Then I recalled the conversation about Phone Sex Chatline earlier in the week. The girls had told me that they knew a whole slew of people in the Boston area that called the number to get fucked. They said they had heard many stories from their customers leaving the strip club and later getting fucked by a girl the met on Phone Sex Chatline.
So as I sat there alone, with a beer in my hand, I figured what the fuck and looked for the number. It was as simple as kicking back and watching the game on TV while picking from a shit load of horny women to talk to. Maybe twenty minutes into my little exploration of Phone Sex Chatline I started up a filthy conversation with some chick named Teresa. She claimed her tits were gigantic and she was stroking her clit just waiting for a hot stud to fuck. After an hour of jerking off and listening to her freak out on the other end I took her offer to slide on over to her apartment.
Lone behold, when I arrived she did have a few extra pounds on her but definitely had some major sex appeal. She was wearing this shall type thing and her naked body and huge round ass were clearly visible underneath. No word of a lie, hanging from her wall where a selection of whips and toys and she even had some hardcore porn playing on the TV in her bedroom. Condoms were a must in this situation so thankfully I felt one floating around in the bottom of my jacket pocket.
I was heavily sedated from the alcohol I’d consumed all day and somehow I needed up on the bed with a vibrating toy tickling my asshole. She shoved it deep into my asshole and gave me the most incredible head I’ve ever had. She spun around and sat on my face as she continued to toy with me down below. When I blew the most gigantic load of my life across her chest her pussy burst with heavy flow of liquid seconds after.
I guess we both fell asleep for a while after and I was a little startled when I woke up at four o’clock in the morning in strange place. As I came to, she had gotten up for a moment to use the washroom so since we were both awake we fucked for a good hour before going back to sleep.
What a night. I haven’t seen my stripper friends yet this week but I certainly thank them for their advice and thank them for my new horny bitch fuck friend they helped me find.