This trailer trash whore should never work in a professional setting. Perhaps you could say there is a reason why I do phone sex. I don’t have a professional side to me. But sometimes my real estate friend asks me to help her at the office. I’ve helped her a few times when she could not find a temp.
Although my friend cleans up better than me and knows how to hide her inner trashy whore, I don’t. For a few decades, I made money as a bartender. And I was a good bartender too. But a friend of mine suggested phone sex and I’m glad she did. I make more money in a day than I did in a week bartending. And I’m not on my feet. Plus, I can masturbate and party on the clock.
I really don’t understand the appeal to white collar jobs. Or any kind of job that requires you to be stressed out all the time and on your feet. My friend felt desperate and she offered me double what she normally pays me. But I told her there was no need to pay me double. She does favors for me all the time. So, this trashy MILF put on a pencil skirt and a pink blouse, classy pumps and went to work yesterday.
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I felt like I kept my inner whore in check. But the final client who stopped by looked like a tall lemonade drink on a hot summer day to me. And I recognized him. Pro basketball player. Apparently, my friend is helping him buy some investment property to turn into Airbnbs. Of course I know what you’re thinking. And yes, he was black. I could see the outline of his cock in his pants because it appeared half down his knee from the outline in his jeans. He twat teased me.
I kept telling myself in my head don’t do it. Don’t do it, Beverly. This is not the place to show your tits. I explained she was running a little late. And I brought him some iced tea. But this guy knew I couldn’t stop checking out his trouser snake. Anybody would stare at his crotch. Then he grabbed my tits. So, I grabbed his cock.
I got ETA from my friend, and I took this black hung basketball player into the coffee room and blew his monster cock. Let him titty fuck me too. Even though we lacked enough time to fuck, I could still get my hands on that monster meat. And I told myself I just wanted to help my friend sell this guy some homes. He didn’t want to buy just one. He wanted to buy two or three. So, I helped seal the deal. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
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But what he tucks in his jeans hurt my fucking jaw. I can suck the chrome off a doorknob and deep throat a forearm. However, this hung basketball player tucked more than a forearm in his pants. And I think he rearranged my jaw. Plus, my throat today feels like it’s on fire. We enjoyed a blowjob and a titty fuck. But I heard her come through the door just as he exploded his second load all over my tits. I quickly buttoned up my blouse. But the cum started to seep through the blouse. I passed it off as sweaty titties.
The basketball player zipped up his pants, gave me a wink and told me that I convinced him to buy houses from my friend. When she came into the coffee room, she just saw me pouring him some coffee.
They left to go look at houses and I masturbated my sloppy wet pussy thinking about that beautiful big black cock, and I wished I could’ve ridden it. I didn’t realize though, that the guy slipped me his business card. He left it on the counter by the coffee with his private cell number on the back. We have a date to fuck tonight. Although I know, I am not built for office work, sometimes cleaning up and working in an office has its perks.
