My phone sex line is a dirty one! I consider myself a phone sex therapist for your non vanilla topics like extreme age play, water sports, scat play, snuff, force fucking, hardcore anal, drugs… Pretty much anything that is not vanilla is what I like to talk about! I helped a caller today plot how to fuck his very young little girl even though his wife would never support that. I am lucky because my husband shares my fetish for the extremely young ones and he not only supports family fucking, but he encourages it too. Any husband who wants to fuck his daughter or his son can still do so without the knowledge of his wife. It is just too bad that she won’t join in, because incest sex is the best sex around. Little ones love warm milk at night or even hot coco. A little liquid Benadryl, the adult kind, in a hot beverage makes them sleep like logs. If the pink doesn’t dissolve into whatever beverage they are drinking, you just tell them it is liquid candy, but tell them not to tell mommy. Little ones love secrets. You sneak into her or his bedroom about 4 hours later and you have a little zombie girl or boy who won’t remember you putting your man cock in their ass or pussy or mouth. If you just want to test the waters first, jack off on his or her little face, see if they even stir and if they do if they remember it the next day. Your cum will be dried the next morning and if they even notice it before taking a bath before school, you can say it is just dry skin. Trust me, I have been specializing in no taboo phone sex all my life. I can help you be a P daddy, just like I help my friends be P daddies and mommies.
Live phone sex is the only phone sex. Guys are shocked all the time when I answer my phone in my sexy voice. They think they are going to get a recording or some Bot. Why would you pay for something prerecorded when there is free porn on the Internet? You call a woman like me because you like little ones and you want to share stories or have a hot dirty role play. Trust me, I don’t need the money. This trailer park whore married well. I do phone sex because I love molesting little boys and girls. I enjoy being an accomplice while you hunt for the perfect little girl to violate. I have a few male friends in my life who enjoy shopping with me too. I make a great wingman. I go up to a little girl at the mall or park and tell her I need help finding my daughter or my puppy, and my friend lurks around a corner to pounce. Poor thing wakes up in a no tell motel I have on retainer wondering where she is and who we are. I mix up my magic potion and my friend violates her little pussy and ass before an Amber alert makes the rounds. We are like a P Bonnie and Clyde lol. There are so many little ones unattended these days too, which bodes well for dirty adults like us. Men, with me as your P parent accomplice, you can have any little one you want, no matter how young or what gender. I am a wealthy white woman with ties in the community. No one ever suspects that I am behind the loss of innocence of the community’s little boys and girls. Even when not hunting in my own backyard, I find it very easy to lure little angels right to your hungry P cock.
My phone sex line is for men who like extreme age play. It is also for guys who enjoy a nasty mommy. I’m not your typical stay at home mother. I love my little ones, but I am of the philosophy that they belong to me. They are my property, therefore I get to use them how I want. My middle boy is rather androgynous looking. Blonde little Thor. The P men go crazy over him. And, I spot them a mile away too. Over the weekend we were at the library. Not for reasons you think. I don’t do books. I do, however, do wealthy perverts with a penchant for little boys. Those kind of guys hunt for little ones at places they frequent like public libraries. I let my little stud roam about and watched from a distance as the men gravitated to him. I am pretty good at picking out the wealthy ones too. My little angel always reels in the big fish. I waited awhile as my boy worked his charm on a potential patron. My boy knows how to cock tease. Actually, all my brats do. I taught them well. After about 20 minutes, I joined in much to his chagrin. He made up some story as to why he was talking to my young son. I pointed out the wood in his pants and calmly said, “Let’s talk numbers.” His eyes got big with disbelief, but we settled on a very nice sum. We met him later at this no tell motel I have on retainer, exchanged money for sex with my son. This guy was old and not attractive, but his wallet made up for that. Sometimes we have to take one for the team. I rewarded my son handsomely with a trip to Toys R US and some playtime with mommy’s pussy. My little ones are all hookers for hire for the right price.
Live phone sex is the best phone sex. When you call me, I am in my house, often naked with a slew of adult toys to play with as we talk dirty. Technically, my little ones can’t be involved with phone sex, but I have trained them to be quiet little Ninja warriors while mommy is working. Not that I consider what I do really work. It is more like play time. Talk about incest and P stories, get high and masturbate? How is that work? I was talking for hours last night with one of my big party regulars. We were doing lines together and talking about family fucking. He loves to hear my true stories about being a trailer trash whore. Only so long I can keep my brats distracted from my pussy and ass when on a really long call. So I muted my caller for a second and informed my brats they could service me in Ninja Warrior mode. Went back to my caller as my little boys and little girls worshiped my pussy and ass. My caller was fucked up. I was fucked up, but I was making sexy moaning noises that would wake the dead. Now my caller thought I was just super horny talking about my breeding days. He was asking me about all the little ones I had before getting married and leaving my meth head parents in rural West Virginia. Telling stories about fucking for money and breeding turns me on, because I want to start breeding my middle daughter who just started her period and is nice and ripe. However, the majority of my noises were stemming from the fact that I had little ones tonguing my cunt and ass. When your phone sex is live, and your phone sex whore is a trashy milf, anything can happen.
White trash phone sex is my specialty, but that includes a lot of shit. Essentially men come to me for the nasty things their wives won’t do. I am the kind of woman who enjoys the shit nice respectable woman find vulgar. I like vulgar. I think I was born vulgar. I was at the mall this morning. I had on a short skirt and a tight half top with stripper heels. The Prada shoes and purse, not to mention the huge ass rock on my hand should have told the young bitches I giving me the stinky eye that I had more money than they could hope for. They started slut shaming me; they even went as far as to suggest I shop at the ghetto mall. I laid into them. Pretty much tore them a new asshole. They were out of their fucking minds not to mention league trying to make me feel bad or out of place. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. That is the beauty of being a white trash whore. A few men gathered around to watch me check the teen bitches. It was quite a spectacle, but I love bringing attention to myself. I had the mall turned into a Jerry Springer episode. The men gathered around us must have liked a trailer park whore, because they were rooting for me. As a reward for being on team trashy whore, I blew them in the mall food court; in front of the bitches who watched mortified over me exercising my personal freedom to chug cock. I saved the cum in my mouth, then blew it all over their stuck up faces. “Put that on your Instagram, bitches,” I quipped at them as I walked my skanky ass away. Don’t fuck with a trashy whore.
My phone sex line is always anything goes. I have no limits. Can’t imagine I ever will? Extreme age play, piss, scat, snuff, rape fantasies, incest, hardcore anal….. none of that turns me off. Just the opposite actually. I don’t do vanilla topics. Most of my callers are sick and twisted like I am. I mean that as a compliment. I had a wicked hot call last night that is a variation on a theme of a constant wet dream I keep having. The news is filled with stories of girls gone missing, likely sold into the sex slave industry. Most of these outfits are overseas, so I fantasies about a very young brothel right here in my community. Perhaps even run out of my carriage house. It is actually quite large. Who would expect a slave trade outfit in a gated community in Beverly Hills? The lifestyle my husband and I live is expensive. We like to party, travel and live beyond our means, so having some young cash cows besides are own little ones really makes my pussy wet. Runaways, foster brats, homeless little ones, cute young things from the hood or impoverished homes, all make good candidates; but so do a few spoiled brats. Guys pay good money to tear open some little rich bitch girl, right? I have the access to little ones. I’m a Beverly Hills soccer mom. Parents trust me with their brats. I know it’s hard to believe. If they only knew what I have already done to many of their precious angels already, I would be in prison. I make the best magic cocktails that leave little ones with no memory of your big huge dick violating their tiny holes. I just need an accomplice to help me get this started. Bonus, you get to sample all the talent, even train them for a whore’s life. When they age out, we breed them to keep the brothel going. So who is in with me?
White trash phone sex is what I deliver best. I know I don’t look like trailer trash, but that’s just because my husband is filthy rich. I can afford to dress nice and get pampered at the spa. You can move me from the trailer park to a gated community and class up my appearance, but I will always be a redneck whore at my core. We have a beautiful landscaped yard designed on the sweat and labor of undocumented Mexican workers. They are cheap labor, highly skilled in yard work and don’t speak a lick of English. Don’t need to speak English to fuck. Juan is the teen son of one of the workers. He is off of school until Labor day and has been helping his father with the yard work all summer. This was his last Friday working with his dad, so I decided to give him a bonus. When he went inside to use the bathroom, he returned to find me naked and spread eagle on his riding mower. He shifted the bulge in his pants as I summoned him between my legs. I let a wetback teen give me a wet pussy. I let him fuck me too of course, but not till I taught him how to mow my personal lawn. He had some rather natural skills. I didn’t know what the fuck he was saying, but it didn’t matter, I was creaming all over his face. He looked like a glazed donut when he emerged. His brown cock was so hard. Big too. His cock made a tent in his pants. I unzipped his jeans, blew him for a few minutes then put some hair on his chest. I rode that boy like he was a lawn mower. He gave me a cum filled cunt. I’m going to miss him now that he is going back to school. Education is so overrated. I have done quite well for myself and I never graduated high school.
No taboo phone sex is what you can expect when you call me. Limits are for credit cards, not for fucking. That has always been my motto. Guys call me up all the time to inquire about what does no limits mean? Well, it means all the taboo subjects that vanilla sites won’t talk about, I will. Extreme age play; forced fuck scenarios; scat; golden showers; fisting; impregnation; prostitution; drugs; snuff; incest; BDSM; ass rape porn; furry ones fun, even torture are all on the table with me. I seriously will talk about anything. It seems to shock guys that my phone sex line is really anything goes. It shouldn’t be a shock when you learn a little bit about me. I was raised in rural West Virginia in a trailer park. Before I was even the age to graduate high school, I had birthed 6 brats. None of whom I was allowed to keep. I was the cash cow for my meth head parents. I never went to public school. I got my GED years later after a much older wealthy man made me his wife. We have 6 brats of our own, 3 of each. I live in California now in a house bigger than the whole trailer park I lived in as a young girl. I never see my parents anymore. My husband paid them good money to rescue me. I’m sure they thought he was going to kill me or something. They only ever cared about the money. I am a different kind of mommy than my mother was too me. I am a P mommy, but a loving one. Do I occasionally make money off my little angels? Of course I do, but I play with them too. And, I spoil the fuck out of them. They don’t want for anything. They actually love pleasing me, daddy and our friends. So when I say I am no limits or no taboos, I mean it. My little angels are yours to play with too.
Live phone sex is the only kind of phone sex. I don’t know why men pay for recorded messages when they can hear real stories with a live person. Everything I share with my callers is real. Hell the majority of my sexy little role plays with callers are grounded in reality because I am a dirty P mom. I had a hot encounter recently with the neighbor girl. She is back in school, along with my offspring, but unlike them, she played hooky from school today. Her folks are the opposite of my husband and I. They would not like to know that their pride and joy whom they have groomed for Harvard skipped school, hung out at the mall and was caught by me smoking a joint with much older boys. I took her home, but I had plans for her. She was desperate for me not to tell her folks. I made her eat my pussy and lick my ass. She wanted to be a big girl, well I was going to give her big girl experiences. After she cleaned up my fuck holes that were filled with boy batter from my sons this morning, I got out my big strap on. Getting high with those college boys told me she wanted fucked. I had her lay on her back so I could see that sweet virgin cunt. Made me so wet to know I was going take the golden girl’s virginity. I plan on ruining this little girl. She won’t be at Harvard in the future. She will be working the pole and your dick. I spit on her bald beaver and rammed my strap on up her tight cunnie. She let out a yelp. I knew it hurt, but I worked it in and out steadily. It didn’t take long before I gave her an orgasm. Her first one too. Maybe you want to help me break in this little future whore?
Live phone sex means anything is possible. Tiffany is a young coed that I met years ago before she was old enough to do phone sex. I took her under my wings to make her a little whore. It didn’t take long for her to learn my evil ways. Her daddy had her half way there. She just needed a female influence. Her pussy is so delicious. Ripe like watermelon. I had her come over yesterday. I have empty pussy syndrome now that my brats are back in school. Tiffany and I have a fetish we share that my brats have not quite gotten into yet: water sports. Tiffany’s dad pissed up her pussy and ass when he was breaking her in, so she has a fondness for piss play. For me, I was daddy’s toilet. He would piss in my little mouth, make his friends piss in my mouth too. Sometimes they would even shit on me. I didn’t like it at the time, but now I want to piss on my little girls and give them pissy pussies like daddy did; like Tiffany’s father did to her.
Tiffany is pretty submissive to me. I think it is my maternal nature. Granted I am a dirty mommy, but I give her love she doesn’t get at home so she will do whatever I want for the attention. I fingered her pussy just right to make her squirt on me. He girl goo is half piss and half cum so sweet and salty. I wanted Tiffany to piss on me. I have been craving some water sports sex. She thought I would want to pee on her as usual, but not this time. I opened my mouth, tilted back my head and let her golden nectar cascade over my face and down my throat. I drank every last drop up. I’m so grateful I have this little hot teen slut in my life. We love doing 2 girl phone sex calls too. When it comes to bathroom play, we are sexy little switches.
