Nymphomaniac Phone Sex – Rhiannon Seeks Therapy Part 2

Welcome back! I figured you’d be back to hear the conclusion of my nymphomaniac phone sex blog. It’s okay, sugar. There’s zero judgement from me, as you’re well aware. I mean, does it look like I have any room to judge? Hardly! If you need a little refresher on part 1, now would definitely be the time. Shall we continue my therapy session? This little nympho sure as fuck wants to!

 

Once you’re on your feet, I can see the bulging erection in your pants, and I want so badly to unzip your fly and unfurl your cock for me to play with. As I’m fantasizing about wrapping my sweetly glossed lips around the head of your cock, I hear you ask if my cunt is currently wet. Blinking a few times, I snap myself out of my fantasy. “What?” I ask, unsure if what you’d asked was part of my daydream or not.

 

Slowly, you enunciate your words, pausing between each of them for emphasis. I had heard you correctly the first time, it seems. The realization that I’m not fantasizing any longer hits me like a ton of bricks, and my clit throbs, begging to be touched. Your hand caresses my inner thigh and gives it a good squeeze before I grab you by the wrist and place your palm directly over my pussy, beneath my skirt.

 

I am, a nymphomaniac, after all, and the need for you to touch my pussy is too strong to ignore.

 

Staring down at me, your fingertips find the entrance to my dripping cunt. They slide so easily in and out of me, causing me to moan and wriggle in my seat. Craving more, I rise to my feet and turn to face the chair. Giving you a look over my shoulder, I reach for the hem of my skirt and pull it up, exposing my round little ass, and begging-to-be-fucked pussy to you. 

 

The invitation is all you need, and I hear the distinct sound of your zipper being undone. Those big, strong, hands of yours are on my hips as you plunge your cock into my awaiting, begging, depths. Fuck! It feels so amazing and I can’t help but moan loudly. This little nymphomaniac isn’t a pillow princess, so use my grip on the arms of the chair to meet you stroke for stroke. 

 

If this isn’t the cure for nymphomania, I don’t know what is.

 

Your thrusts become faster, harder, deeper and I can no longer stop myself from cumming. My sweet little pussy grips your cock in its depths, squeezing it, as it flutters around your dick in blessed orgasm. I’ve gotten my release! The orgasm I craved so very, very badly. The final thrust into my fluttering cunt as you spitting a hot load of cum into me. Its sticky goodness drips down my thighs as you pull out of me, and drag the hem of my skirt back over my ass. 

 

“Same time next week?” I ask, causing you to nod and make a note on your chart before pulling your pants back up. Maybe I will enjoy therapy after all!

 

I hope you enjoyed my story about nymphomaniac phone sex! I’d love to have our own little therapy session, because I know that I can’t be cured. Be sure to check out the audio of this blog because it’s full of little extras that you won’t want to miss!

 

Until next time!

 

XoXo,

Rhiannon

877-716-2084

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1 Comment

  1. Poppa J August 22, 2021 at 1:18 pm

    Mmmm Hot,hot, hott 🥵!!

    Reply

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