My Phone Sex Line is No Taboos All the Time

phone sex lineMy phone sex line remains anything goes. We can literally talk about it. Guys think I’m bullshitting, though when I say I’m no taboo. But I never lived a typical life. Born to be the cash cow for my meth head parents. Rescued as a teenage girl by a much older man. And I eventually became his wife at 18 and gave him daughters to play with. Now I’m a dirty mommy, a sexy whore, and a phone slut too. So, trust me when I tell you I have no limits.

My daughters and I enjoyed a luck of the Irish party last night with the grandson of a one-time Irish mobster according to my husband. With him being much older than me he knows the history of this town better than I do. And he knows all the important folks. He vets the clients. Mostly the clients for our home brothel come from contacts my husband developed throughout the decades. Like minded men. This referral came from a friend of a friend.

Even though I say grandson, the guy who hired me and my two youngest daughters looks closer to my husband ‘s age than my age. As far as my husband can tell all his money appears to be inherited money. But if he wants to spend his money on hookers for hire, we let him.

My daughters and I showed up to his mansion wearing cute green outfits per his request. Apparently, he would rather party with whores on St. Patrick’s Day, then go out to the bars. He invited some of his close personal friends over and we enjoyed an old fashion orgy. I think the youngest person at this orgy besides me and my daughters was the guy that hired us and he’s 58.

No Matter Your Age, Sexy Whores Know How to Make You Cum

Old school cocaine party guys. But I never mind anybody doing lines of Coke. I’ve done my share in the past. When in Rome, right? I enjoyed some coke. And I let my girls drink some Guinness. And I even had a couple too. Kind of nasty beer though, LOL.

We worked hard for those erections since the median age appeared to be about 65. But old Irish blokes deserve to cum like anybody else. And my girls know how to milk a prostate. Since we anticipated this issue, I ensured that each of my girls trimmed their nails so they could safely get a finger up an old ass.

Big dicks albeit old dicks. My girls worked their magic though. So did I. Fingers wiggled up their butts to massage the prostate while we blew their neglected decks. Most of these men seemed backed up. According to the client who hired us, he throws his party every year so he and his friends can relive their glory days.

We milked every guy dry. And more than once too. Once we broke the seal massaging their prostates, getting a second erection to fuck our pussies seemed less challenging. They got a taste for younger pussy. Tight pussy, and they enjoyed cumming in our mouths and cunts too. We enjoyed ourselves. Nice old men. With nice old dicks that just needed a little TLC to work again. What our client called an Irish miracle that only sexy prostitutes make happen.

Every man there tipped us generously. And a few of them booked future gigs with us. And I told our client we are happy to serve him and his friends anytime. Not just on St. Patrick’s Day. Do you need a little luck of the Irish too?

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