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Live Phone Sex in the Hooker House
I’m not ashamed that I sell my body for money and booze – live phone sex is the tamest thing I do. The whole neighborhood is a piece of work, so I’m not the only one out there selling myself. There’s even a “No Hooking” sign down the road, but of course, it’s ignored completely. I’ll do anything for cash, anything.
I had a blind guy come over the other day, and he was escorted by, yup, you guessed it, a mangy four-legged friend. He said he’d pay me a goodly amount of money, but I had to fuck Buck first. I don’t know why, since in theory, the john couldn’t see anything, but he said he’d enjoy it nonetheless. He said Buck had been humping his leg a lot lately and needed a ladyfriend like there was no tomorrow.
So I served as ladyfriend for Buck while sucking the john’s cock. It wasn’t the first time I’d served to do something like this, and it won’t be the last, but it was the most recent. The reason I mention it? The john wasn’t blind! At the end, he ripped off his glasses and told me he very much enjoyed watching his Buck fuck me from behind, and that I was the most amusing hooker he’d ever had the fortune to be with.
The stinking son of a bitch. But he did pay, so what do I care? It’s all for the money, and I’ll do whatever you ask. That’s why hooking on this street will never die.
Live Phone Sex with a Cuckolding Queen
My poor little husband. At least he knew what he was getting into when he married me, working to do live phone sex as I do. His job is to be my cleanup bitch. Not just to cook and clean the house and do laundry and mow the lawn, and work on top of all of that.
No, no, I mean, it’s my job to go out or have my boys come over. It’s my job to be fucked in every single hole I have. It’s my job to have my husband come home to find me leaking cum from every orifice, absolutely dripping creamy spunk as though I can’t contain it anymore. And it’s HIS job to be, as I said, my cleanup bitch.
My little cucky husband gets down and licks me clean. Licks my pussy, drinks those other men’s cum, slurping and sucking it out, making sure to get it all, using his fingers to dig out any other bit of cum that might be hiding deep inside my puss. He eats out my asshole, likewise digging around to make sure he gets every last drop of jizz that’s lurking in me.
He pulls back, face and beard covered with sticky sperm and juice from them and me. If I feel clean, I give him a kiss, and I let him jerk off at that point. On the ground, not on me. He gets to get down on the ground and lick that up, too, but by then he’s so grateful that he could cum that he’d do anything for his cuckolding queen of a wife.
Lot Lizard Sex for the Pavement Princess
Last night, I was just wanting to get some good, nasty fucking from anyone I could find, so I went over to the local truck stop. Those boys know they can find some of the skankiest hos in the area over there, but it’s also the best place for lot lizard sex.
I didn’t really care what I got, I just needed some cock. So, when I got to the truck stop, I walked up to the first closed can I saw and banged on the door. No one home. Same at the next one. The third cab opened to me to reveal a scrawny trucker chowing down on a burger.
“Ya got anything to share?” I asked him.
“Sure do, but I’m not putting down my meal.”
“You don’t have to.” He swiveled in his seat, I unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and pulled out his hardening cock. I swallowed it down, greedily gagging on it in my haste to taste that delicious cum, and I barely noticed when I felt hands prodding at my skirts at my rear.
The stranger behind me pulled aside my thong and stick a rock hard pecker into my pussy. He practically lifted me up, which made it easier to keep sucking on the first guy as he contentedly finished up his burger.
Then I heard a deep, ominous voice, “What are you two doing to that fine lady here?”
With a one-two-grunt, the guy fucking me spent himself – over so fast! – but the dude I was sucking went limp at the sound and pulled himself away from me. I was dropped like a hot potato.
The man who had spoken was a big, burly man, heavily bearded. He beckoned to me and said, “C’mere, pavement princess, we’ll get you cleaned up.”
Somewhat miffed at my fun being spoiled, I followed him, back to his truck. At the cab, he opened the door to the passenger side, hidden from view, lifted me up easily, and sat me down on the seat there. He then reached under my skirt, slid off my thong, and spread my legs. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked him.
“Cleaning you up,” he replied, diving his head down and licking out the cum from my previous occupant. Then he hitched his pants down, picked me up, shoved me against the side of his truck, and fucked me hard, bouncing me on top of him like I was riding a pogo stick.
When he was done, I could barely stand, so he gave me a ride home. I had my husband suck the rest of the cum out of my dripping pussy before going to bed for the night.