Forced Bi Phone Sex

All this teaching and instruction of men in the proper way to fuck, and the finer things in life (and what could be finer than fucking?) has lead a few people to ask me how this all got started.  I’m not dodging the question, poppet.  It’s just that your Mommy Bianca really doesn’t know.  And I’m one MILF phone sex girl who has thought about it a lot.

As far back as I can remember, I have always taken someone else’s idea and gone further with it than they did.  The important point being that I wasn’t the idea’s originator, I was taking it in a direction the person didn’t expect.  Like tree climbing as a kid, but climbing the tree no one would ever try, or going further or higher up than anyone dared.  Or learning how to kiss, and I’m straddling my fellow teenager and hitting the spots on the neck and ear that cause my date a little mess down below.  As I got older, I wasn’t always a follower, obviously.  Although I had to be taught the phone sex role playing ropes, you guys know I caught on pretty quickly.

So when I see potential in a young man that’s a little unfocused or undirected, I can see where he needs improvement.  Or he can show me his natural talent and I can direct it a different way.  One big one I remember was in college.

Here’s the thing about dating a guy from the art department.  Sooner or later he will ask you to take your shirt off in the name of “art.”  Photography, painting in oils, or sculpture.  Art department boys want to see a tit.  I am not joking.  LOL

But I’m the girl that takes things a little further, right?  So you’re painting me one day while I’m posing, and the next day I’ve bought body paint from the sex shop.  As usual, the penis shrinks in the face of my proffered adventure.  So we painted ourselves that night, and it was pretty hot.  A fun time was had by all.  The next day, I drag some theatre students with me to the studio where he’s working late into the night.  Let me tell you, theatre students don’t shake hands, they shake genitals.  Complete freaks.  Love them.  Anyway, I explain my idea and again, the penis shrinks.  But a few kisses, a few gropes, a few looks over our shoulders as the other kids are getting into it, and I start laying down the sheet on the floor.  Then I start passing out the paints.

We covered each other and ourselves in edible luminous body paint.  One dimmer switch later, and I was in the midst of my hottest college experience.  We were living art.  I mean, what’s more beautiful than sex?  And the sheet?  The sheet underneath us was the map of what we’d done the night before.  Andy Warhol couldn’t have done better.  I hung it up in my dorm room and would look at it and dream.  Eventually, Art Department Kid broke up with me because I was too much for him I think.  But I found like minded cocks and cunts to play with.  And I think that’s why I learned to love the men who would match me in my thinking, and try to coax the shy ones to at least speed up a little.  And that’s why my Phone Sex Teacher side needs both victims and equals to socialize with.

Are you a leader or a follower?  Do you fuck or get fucked?  Do you need me to instruct you in what panties look best on you, or do you want to show me?  Do you want to prove your pussy eating skills but need help with cocksucking and forced bi-sexiality?  I am your Auntie Bianca, and I will teach you all you need to know.

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