Cuckold sex calls get me off. They get me off hard too if my caller is extra pathetic. I had one such caller earlier in the week. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He emailed me first. He was acting all macho like he was God’s gift to my pussy. His gift was like a fruit cake; the gift no one wants. I could see from the picture that all he had was a little nub. A clit stick really. Nothing to brag about. I had already signed off for the day, so I was under no obligation to talk to him. I explained to him that I was a cock size queen and couldn’t be bothered with his little pecker, especially not when I had a well hung stud in the house who had plans to fuck me the way I like to be fucked. I should have just ignored his emails, but the little fucker was pissing me off. I took a picture of my stud’s cock and emailed it to him telling him to leave me the fuck alone because I was going to get a real cock. The fucker called me. Over and over and over again until I answered. I played his game. You can’t outsmart a mature size queen. I took his billing info, charged his credit card the time he wanted, then I shamed him for being a tiny dick twat waffle. I love hurling small dick humiliations. My stud even chimed in on the call telling him he saw his worthless excuse for a dick and that he should be ashamed of himself for thinking he could satisfy me. I put the loser on speaker phone and forced him to listen to a real man take care of me. I got satisfied properly and another tiny dick loser learned the lesson that size does indeed matter. I love my job.