What is cuckold phone sex anyway? You call me and I pretend to be your wife while I cheat on you behind your back? Then you realize one day that I’m no longer sleeping with you and that I have new shoes and lingerie. You’re a little jealous of my pretty new panties and matching bra.

Of course you don’t say anything so you decide to follow me when I leave that night. You see me sit down to dinner with a handsome black man about twice your size and you watch while we hold hands and kiss. Your mouth drops open as you watch me hand him your credit card to pay for dinner. Your fists ball up and the tears burn in your eyes, but suddenly your dick gets incredibly hard when you notice his hand on my thigh moving up toward my pussy.

And then it hits you. The last time we had sex I was so wet that you thought it was me getting very excited over you, but now you wonder if I had been with him. You unzip your jeans as you think about him spreading my legs and putting his big black cock inside of me, stretching me and cumming inside.

You can’t help but to get hard. You suddenly want me more than ever and yet you know that you’ll never have me again.

Call me. Let’s chat about it.

You’re so pathetic that you’ll do anything for me so when I tell you to jerk off into your hand or go get a nice big fat glob of cum in your mouth from sucking cock you’re going to put it right inside a pair of your wife’s panties. I know that even after she washes them you’ll remember that her pussy is right next to one of my devious assignments and you can’t help but to think about it and get uncomfortable and hard all day long. I want you to tell me about what happened or how this assignment made you feel in the feedback. Do it. Now.

I’m a totally devious blackmailing Bitch! A recent cuckolding couple decided to not fulfill their contract they made with me. I told them they had to pay to get out of it and they tried to wiggle their way out by lying and still getting the BBC. Well, I fixed them with a little 9 month surprise.

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The other night while I was out playing around at the club I struck up a conversation with this guy. Like all guys at clubs he wanted to pretend to get to know me so he could get down my pants. Boy, did he have another thing coming. He probably didn’t even know that he stumbled up on one of the biggest bitches in San Francisco.

So while I sipped at the Long Island iced tea he bought for me I proceeded to tell him what I did for a living. I told him that I was a fem domme on NiteFlirt and I used men for money. He was shocked. He couldn’t believe his ears when I told him that I didn’t work at some corporate job and that all my money came from guys like him. He immediately put on an act and pretended to not be interested except that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me all night.

I gave him my website name and told him to check it out for fun. I guess he did because he called me a few hours later after I got home and we talked for awhile. He sat there and complained about how women use men like this and bla bla bla. I laughed and I said, “but you’re paying me to talk right now so aren’t I still using you and you’re going for it? I mean, we’ve been talking for awhile and you’ve bought all my pictures so I see that you’re probably about $400 in the hole already.”

“Um…yeah,” he mumbled. “My wife is going to kill me.”

“I suppose so, but now that you’ve got a nice hard on in your pants and you know what it feels like to pay to talk to me that you’re going to do it all the time. How is that stiffy doing?”

“Oh fuck! You’re a bitch, you know that?” he groaned.

“Yeah, I know. I’m proud of it too.”

The conversation went on for another few minutes until his credit card couldn’t handle anymore. Of course he called back a few nights later with his other card. I thought it was really amusing, especially since he’s a local guy who works in the financial district. I even know the office window he sits in and where he lives and he knows what I can do to him whenever I please.

So, yes. The moral of the story? I do “work” at this “job” and I enjoy it. If you want to call it work then go ahead. I call it fun. NiteFlirt is here to stay. Oh, and by the way, I picked up another good paying customer. My old IT boss saw my name on a site and followed it. He needed some work done on a geek box and thought I’d want to do it. He called me on NiteFlirt to offer me the job and I laughed so hard at him. Of course he calls me all the time now, but not for computer work.