Where is the kinkiest place you’ve ever had phone sex? As an exhibitionist at heart, mine might shock some, and entice others. I’ve always considered myself a bit of a freak, but this one takes the cake. What would you think if I had phone sex with a groom right before the wedding? Yes, he was in the church at the time. What you might not know is, so was I.

One of my best friends got married last summer. It was a wild time for all of us with all the parties and wedding preparation. During this time I got to know the groom a little better, and he loved all my kinky phone sex stories. A few times when we all hung out, I took calls, but made sure to walk outside for them. You know, privacy. Well, little did I know, I was being the exhibitionist of the party. As I sat on the back porch, he listened to my tales of freak and kink on the phone. I honestly believe that he wanted to get caught jerking off while I spoke my filthy on the telephone.

Exhibitionist? Well yes I am.

We flirted a few times, but it was all harmless, or so I thought. The day of the wedding all the girls who were in the actual wedding party spent the night together drinking. A little hungover, I was one of the last to leave the hotel room, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to go. I knew they were wrong for each other. He had a wandering eye when it came to other women, and she wasn’t over her ex boyfriend yet. The exhibitionist in me yanked open the drapes and stood naked in front of the hotel window. Little did I know, he was watching from across the courtyard.

Ring Ring

When my phone rang it was the bride telling me to hurry. I assured her I would, but knew I was going to be the last one inside. I am always late. Within 20 minutes I stood in the dressing area of the church putting on the final touches of my lipstick when the phone rang. I knew the number, but was shocked that he was calling me. It was the fucking groom. Excusing myself I went into a small chapel off the larger church to take the call.

Oh, fuck, Gypsy. I’m stroking my cock and thinking about fucking you right now.

I almost dropped the phone when he said that. It was his wedding day for fucksakes. I whispered that he needed to stop and get to the main church, but instead he sent me a picture of him jerking off. GOD DAMMIT! I was so fucking wet at that moment. My friend didn’t deserve that cock. He was so big and thick, and I knew she was a whore. Hell, at the bridal shower she fucked the stripper. She was not innocent in all of this.

What did I do? What would you have done? The rest of the story is a secret and will be password protected. If you want the password you can send me a tribute on niteflirt.

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One of my VIP’S asked me if any of my stories were real. I was 18 once. Does that tell you anything about this one?

Something Sexy

Pacing the floors of her home, she was bored out of her mind. At 18, she should be out partying with kids her age, but there was something different about this one. She needed things that a man her age could never provide. Maybe that’s why she preferred them all over 35 years of age. So much time has passed since she was with a man. She needed to know she could still get one for some reason. Well, if she wanted one. A few hours of fun was all she needed to get her mind to where she needed to be.

Thumbing through her phone, the name that stood out was that of a local strip club. One where eighteen was legal, and they had open stage night every Tuesday. Tonight, she would mindfuck someone stranger into oblivion. That was the goal, at least.

Two hours later, the five-foot-seven inch brunette found herself in the middle of the stage, searching for her victim. She would call him that because by no means would she fuck him tonight. Her pussy saved for a special guest, and there were no VIP’s in sight.

Being a stripper was not a goal, but a need.

Music blaring, she wore nothing but a pair of red panties, stockings with lace trim, and a thin ribbon around her neck. Though tied in a bow, she was no one’s gift tonight. One more item accented her outfit of choice. A pair of 4 inches spiked red stilettos. Not her normal expensive ones. These would serve one purpose tonight. They were for attention only.

In the center of the stage, a chair sat, waiting. Calling a guy in the front row on stage, she smirked when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. If that were any indication of what he was packing, it would take all she had not to give in to temptations. She pointed to the chair. No words were needed. Tonight she was going to use him for a prop in her little act of self-pleasure.

The music changed, the song was seductive and enticing. As she moved in for the kill, her hips swayed to the beat of the song, never missing a note. Stopping as she approached, her hands slid slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts’ underside in each palm. Not big, nor small, she was a perfect handful. As her tongue traced her bottom lip, she tightened the grip on her tits, pulling forward to grasp her perky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, yanking, and finally releasing them back with a bounce. She wouldn’t stop till the naturally pink buds changed to a constricted shade of red, her breath coming in shallow pants. The look on his face said it all. This man was mesmerized by the show in front of him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

No, there was no fucking tonight. Just a little tease. She loved being a tease, straddling the male’s lap, one leg on either side. A long grind would start the show. She slid a hand to the back of his neck, yanking his face forward, planting his lips between her tits. With a whisper, she held him there, grinning, “tongue fuck my tits!” Her head dropped back as he rolled his tongue up and down her cleavage, slapping him in the back of the head when he tried to attach to her nipple. “Do it again, and we’re done,” she warned.

Tonight was not his show. It was hers. Long licks over her freckled breast, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a satisfying approval. His dick strained in his pants as she pushed down repeatedly on the crotch of his pants. Her panties saturated now with her lust.

She yanked his head back once again, looking into his eyes, and her free hand forced three fingers into his mouth, fucking over his tongue with slender digits. “That’s a good boy. Get them nice and wet,” she whispered. Pulling her hand out, she smirked as the next place they landed was down her panties, fingers curled, and pushed into the tight walls of her gripping cunt. Slowly, her fingers pushed to break the invisible seal. A loud guttural moan came from deep within. Each slide of her fingers forced her to contract her walls around them. Juices were pouring out to soak the silk panties she wore, staining his pants with her filth.

Too bad he wasn’t one of her VIP’S

“Fuck, fuck my cunt,” she growled. The only one fucking her was her. Each time she pushed down on his hard dick, the jeans forced her fingers in deeper, stretching her walls as the liquid sloshed out and around the tips of her fingers.

His eyes widened, bucking his hips up to meet her growing demands, she screamed out as the first orgasm ripped through her body like waves of boiling lava. Each ripple was forcing her to cry like a wanton little whore. She was, though—a little whore who sought pleasure in only herself. VIP’S were the only ones worthy.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers from her panties, forcing them down his throat. That was his payment for the night. He would be allowed to taste what he could never touch. It seems like a fair trade.

She slipped from his lap, laughing at the sight. He was covered in her orgasm and would be left wanting for his own. She would leave him to handle his problem on his own. Remember, there were no VIP’s here tonight.

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