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Hookers for Hire Get You an Easter Cunnie to Fuck

hookers for hireHookers for hire stay busy. However, holidays always seem busier. Even a holiday no one would think would be busy for prostitutes like Easter. Now my family obviously is not religious. A lot of men like the idea of a little angel for themselves on Easter. The holiday itself is usually all about family. So, our clients book us on the days leading up to Easter.

Last night, a friend of my husband asked if we had anything younger for his Easter basket. I think this gentleman has fucked all my girls. But our brothel does include some other girls. We always add to our collection. Diversity helps us reach a wider client base. And of course, girls get older and they age out as Lolita sexy prostitutes. When we started our home brothel none of my daughters could even drive yet I let alone vote. And now two of my offspring attend college and another two graduated college years ago.

But I do have a very cute little angel who lives on my property who appears super young. The granddaughter of the couple  who works for us and lives on the property. We adopted one of their granddaughters. And that girl got pregnant again. At least this time she looked a little bit older when she got knocked up. But her grandparents let us rent her out when we need to. When you treat your staff well, they’ll do anything for you.

Every Dirty Old Man Loves a Little Easter Bunny Cunnie

So last night, I accompanied this little angel on her first daddy/daughter date. I dressed her in a cute little yellow lace Easter dress. Gave her a little white basket purse. And I escorted her to our rich client’s private home. He’s a good daddy to be any girl’s first sexual experience. And he’s not at all rough. But he’s just a sweet old man who likes tight young pussy. He gave her a ton of presents too. Easter came early for this little girl. Not only did he give her a big basket of stuffed animals and candy, but he bought the latest PlayStation too.

He knows if he spoils a girl she treats him right. I licked her little young bald pussy to help lubricate her cunnie for our client’s cock. He popped her cherry. She did cry. But I soothed her. By the end of the night, she seemed happy.

But nobody seemed happier than my client. He couldn’t believe I found him something that young. He gave a very generous tip on top of what he already paid to fuck the little girl. I let her keep all the money. I gave her grandparents the rest.

And I might want to rent her out again. But I won’t be able to command the same amount of money now that she’s not a virgin anymore. That little girl looks as cute as a bug. The perfect little Easter bunny cunnie. No doubt I will rent her out again soon. Maybe one day when she enters her teen years, she will join my young teen phone sex brothel and work for me full-time like my daughters.

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I’m Josie, one your favorite filthy Sexy prostitutes Tranny girls. And last Valentine’s night, I had the nastiest call while I was spun out and horny as fuck.
For starters, I lit up my pipe and took a huge hit right as the phone rang. The second I answered with my husky, cock-drunk voice, I could tell the guy on the other end was already stroking.
Of course, I told him straight up, “Baby, I’m high as hell, and my fat 9-inch tranny cock is throbbing. You want this nasty girl to ruin you tonight?”

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Then things got really dirty. I took another deep hit and started describing how I’d pin him down. As I exhaled, I went on about how I would slap my heavy girlcock across his face. Then force every thick inch down his throat until he was gagging and drooling.
After that, I made him beg while I stroked myself and moaned, “You want Josie to breed that tight faggot ass while I’m fucked up, don’t you?”
Consequently, the higher I got, the meaner and hornier I became. That’s when I told him I wanted to bend him over,  spit on his hole, and pound him senseless. All while I hit the pipe and called him my pathetic little cum-dump. Therefore, when I finally let him cum, he was shooting hands-free. Simply from hearing me describe flooding his guts with hot tranny cum.
So yeah, that Valentine’s night I was high, horny, and completely out of control on the sexline. Ultimately, turning a stranger into my desperate cock-addicted bitch in under thirty minutes.
Nothing feels better than getting spun and destroying someone over the phone.
Now every time I light up, I think about that Valentine’s MAssacre. Call my sexline when you’re high… I promise I’ll make it even nastier than last time.
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Druggy Phone Sex Caller Enjoys Fucking Alyssa Young Daughter

Druggy Phone SexMy heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest, but that’s just the rush hitting me. This druggy phone sex with Justin is the only thing that keeps the static in my brain from taking over completely. He called me up sounding just as wired as I am, the familiar rattle in his voice telling me he’s been riding the glass pipe for days.

I can hear the flick of his lighter through the receiver, and I take another long, deep hit of my own, feeling that chemical heat flood my veins until my skin starts to itch with desire. Justin isn’t like the other losers who call just to hear a pretty voice; he’s got tastes that cost a lot more than a standard minute rate. He pays me the heavy stuff, the kind of extra cash that keeps us both floating in this white cloud, just so he can get his hands on Natasha. 

He knows I don’t care as long as the stash stays full and the lights stay low. I watched from the corner of the room, my pupils blown wide, as he grabbed my six year old daughter by the waist. She looks so much like I used to… fresh, tanned, and ready to be ruined by a man with too much money and a dark heart. He didn’t waste any time, and I didn’t want him to. 

I watched through a haze of smoke as Justin reached out and ripped that pink babydoll dress right off her shoulders, the sound of the fabric tearing making my own pussy throb. He’s obsessed with the way she looks when she’s scared but willing, a little masterpiece of flesh that he bought and paid for. I leaned back against the wall, my head spinning, as he started fingering her “tight pussy” right in front of me. 

Natasha moaned, her eyes rolling back, and I knew she was feeling that same electric pull that keeps us all trapped in Justin’s orbit. He’s going to fuck her for hours, and I’m going to sit right here and listen to every wet, messy sound they make. Justin likes to remind me that he owns the air we breathe in this house, and honestly, when the high is this good, I’m happy to let him.

 I can hear him grunting as he pushes her down onto the mattress, his hands bruising her skin while he talks dirty about how much he loves exploitation. This is our life, a blurred cycle of needles, pipes, and paydays. As long as Justin keeps coming back with that baggie and that hunger for my girl, I’ll keep the door locked and the phone line open.

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I heard the heavy knock of my hotel room door and knew my fix was walking through. My skin was crawling, itching for that sweet smoke, but I had a job to do first to keep this sexline fantasy alive for the high roller standing behind me. I’m a filthy crack whore and I don’t hide it; the desperation in my eyes only seems to make these suits want me more. 

I could feel his heat radiating off him as he grabbed my hips, spinning me around just to see how wasted I was before he shoved me down onto the edge of the mattress. “You want it, Alyssa?” he moaned, his voice thick with a need that I knew how to exploit better than anyone in this city. I didn’t even have to answer; I just let out a low, jagged moan that sounded like gravel and honey, the kind of sound that gets a dick hard instantly. 

He didn’t waste any time, flipping me over so I was face down, my nose pressed into the cheap polyester floral print of the bedspread. I felt his hands dig into my waist, bruising the skin, but the only pain I cared about was the void in my chest that only a rock could fill. When he slammed into me from the back, it was pure electricity. 

I arched my back, showing off my fat ass as he hammered away, my body shaking with every thrust. I was rambling, talking dirty into the pillow, telling him exactly how much of a slut I was for the high, my voice cracking and wet. I could feel him reaching his breaking point with his hard dick up my tight wet cunt, his breath coming in ragged gasps that matched my own desperate rhythm. 

He gripped my hair, pulling my head back until I saw stars, and then he let out a guttural roar as he nutted all over my fat ass, the warmth of it a temporary comfort against my cold, trembling skin. He pulled away, gasping for air, while I just stayed there, draped over the bed like a discarded rag. I heard the rustle of his trousers and the click of his belt, the sounds of a man putting his professional life back on.

He didn’t say a word as he reached into his wallet and tossed a wad of crumpled bills onto the scarred wooden dresser. I watched him leave through half closed eyes, my heart racing. As soon as the latch clicked, I scrambled for the cash, counting the dirty twenties with shaking fingers. This was it… enough to feed the “high” for another night, enough to drown out the shame until the next ghost came knocking at my door.

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.

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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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Hardcore anal sex is what you crave from my big Shecock. Gazing at you, I grab my big T-Girl cock and stroke it slowly.
First, I lube my 9″ dick up thick and shiny. Making sure I make plenty of wet sounds that entice you. Then I bend you over and spread your ass wide. Oh look at how tight it is.
Once I see it, the truth comes out. You start to beg. Simply knowing this is what you crave. I waste no time.
Next, I press my fat head against your tight hole. Without hesitation, I push in slowly at first. Then I pop it out and slide it back in.
After that, I slam deep with one powerful thrust. You moan loudly while I stretch you open.
Suddenly, I pound harder. My hips slap your cheeks fast. Then, I grip your waist and rail you deeper.
Meanwhile, your body shakes with every brutal stroke. Then I flip you onto your back. And I grab your legs high and drive in deeper, and harder.
After that, I fuck you like a machine. My big tranny phone sex cock owns your ass completely.
Finally, I speed up and growl, “Take every inch.” You beg for more while I flood you with hot cum.
Hardcore anal sex with my big T-Girl cock is the best. If you ever felt the need to give up that virgin ass it should be now. Let me own you and make you addicted.
Ultimately, you feel full, ruined, and you are addicted. Now, are you ready for round two, faggot?
My cock stays hard all night. Come back and get wrecked again.
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2 Girl Phone Sex While Alyssa Sells Angelas Doll For Cocaine

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2 girl phone sex is the only reason I’m not ripping my own skin off right now. This place is a total dump, smelling like burnt chemicals and stale sweat, but the phone is buzzing and that means a fix. Angela is sprawled out on my dirty trashed mattress, her legs spread wide, moaning into the receiver like a total whore for some guy paying by the minute. I’m right there in the middle of it, my hands all over her, making sure every wet, slapping sound travels straight into that trick’s ear. 

We’re putting on a filthy show, a breathless duet of desperate voices just to keep his credit card active. Angela brought her little doll over… the pretty one that usually gets a lot of attention from older men. She knows I’m shaking and crashing hard. She offered the doll up like a sacrifice, telling me to sell the bitch to the highest bidder so I can get enough crack to stop the tremors. I’ve already got a buyer lined up who likes his toys “used,” and the thought of that white smoke hitting my lungs is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. 

This is the real druggy porn life… no filters, no soft lighting, just the raw, ugly itch of a hit. While I’m staging this scene for the caller, my eyes are darting to the door, waiting for the runner to show up with my baggie. Angela’s arching her back, her cries getting louder as some random guy tells her exactly how he wants to stretch her out. I’m playing my part, whispering absolute filth into the phone, my voice raspy from the pipes and the hunger. 

I’m a filthy crack whore and I know it, but as long as the money keeps flowing, I’ll say whatever disgusting thing he wants to hear. The buyer showed up right in the middle of the call, a total freak who wanted a show before he took her little doll. I watched him unzip his pants while forcing his cock deep down the little one’s throat, while his eyes glazed over while he stared at her pretty little face with her gagging slowly working her tiny little mouth. He didn’t care about the doll; he just wanted to degrade it. 

Before he grabbed his prize and bolted, he came all over Angela little one’s face and left a happy customer, tossing an extra fifty on the stained carpet. I didn’t even blink; I just snatched the cash, my heart hammering, thinking about the “crack” I was about to melt down. If you want to hear what a real breakdown sounds like, you better call me. I don’t do “sweet” and I don’t do “nice.” I do dirty, I do raw, and I’ll take your load over the phone if it means I get my next hit through cheap phone sex.

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He Took This Trailer Trash Whore Out of the Trailer Park But It Never Left Me

trailer trash whoreYou can take the trailer trash whore out of the trailer park, but you never take the trailer park out of the girl. My husband polished me up and got me some basic educational knowledge so that I could run in his circles. But he knows at my core I’m still a dirty whore. The kind of woman who guzzles cum, seduces younger boys and girls. And the kind of woman who never minds earning money through sex.

My husband did something last night he rarely does. He brought home a young woman for me to play with. I later discovered he met this young lady at one of those happy ending massage parlors that he sometimes goes to on his lunch break. He knows he married the right woman. I don’t care if he gets a hand job from a young Asian girl or a naked lap dance at the strip club or even if he fucks other young girls. Our marriage seems rock solid.

Apparently, this girl came over from Mexico with a coyote. And of course, the coyote forced her to work in a massage parlor to pay back her passage. But we know how these things work. The girl never gets out of debt. She can never buy her freedom. However, my husband can buy her freedom. And he told me he considered it, but he wanted my opinion.

A beautiful young girl who would easily fit in with my merry band of Lolita sexy prostitutes. She offers something different from the girls already in my brothel. Her sexy Hispanic accent will drive a lot of guys wild.

My Husband Brings Me Home Young Girls to Play With Sometimes

But I think her skill set for her age will be the selling point. She lost her virginity years ago when her mother traded her for drugs. Before I ate her young bald pussy, she told me her life story. My husband likes to rescue young girls. Just like he rescued me so many years ago.

My husband will never replace me. I’m irreplaceable. But with our offspring getting older and starting their adult lives, we miss having eager mouths in the home. Currently down to two teenage daughters and one teenage son who will go to college in the fall. Honestly, I did not care if this girl my husband brought home could suck cock or eat pussy. I can train any young girl to be a good whore.

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Plus, like my husband, I wanted to help her. So, I took her for a spin. I knew regardless of how well she ate my pussy or sucked my husband ‘s cock we would take her in. Pay off her debt to her coyote and let her live in a palace compared to the one-bedroom crappy apartment she shares with 10 other girls currently. Plus, we can allow her to amass a small fortune and get her legal citizenship so she can eventually attain the American dream on our own terms.

We never force our girls to be hookers for hire. We offer them placement in our home if they don’t currently have one. And we let them keep 80% of their money and 100% of their tips. We even enroll them in school and give them a semi-sorry life. But a much better life than they could ever dream about. Sex sells. The key to keeping good prostitutes is letting them thrive. Making it so lucrative that they never want to stop being whores.

So, I took our new whore for a spin and she did not disappoint. She made me squirt on her face. Plus, she licked my ass and my husband ‘s ass unprompted. The girl seems to possess natural sexual abilities. And a highly skilled tongue that will make her and us a lot of money. What do you get the wife who has everything? You get her a young teen girl to play with whenever she wants.

Phone Sex Sluts Like Horny Alyssa Keeps Your Dick Rock Hard

Phone Sex SlutsI was sitting in the dark again, the blue light of my phone screen the only thing cutting through the shadows of my room. My hand was already working, gripping myself tight because phone sex sluts like horny Alyssa are the only reason my dick stays rock hard lately. I couldn’t help myself; I had to call her and confess exactly what I’ve been doing. I told her straight up that I spend my nights staring at those pictures of her… the ones where she’s pulling herself wide, spreading that pretty pink ”nigger” pussy open until I can see every glistening inch. 

It’s a sickness, honestly, but the sight of her drenched and ready for me is the only thing that gets me through the day. I told her I don’t just want to watch; I want to be there, buried deep inside her for an entire night. I want to fuck her until we’re both breathless and shaking, and then I want to pull out and paint her asscheeks with my sticky, hot cum. I described how I want to see it piling on her skin, thick and white against her, while she moans for more.

“Yes Daddy, you know you enjoy digging deep in my nigger pussy, slapping your balls against my clit… Please don’t stop Baby… I need your cock really bad buried deep inside my nigger cunt!” I scream to him as he’s completely focused on punishing my tight pink pussy.

 But the part that really makes me lose it… the thought that makes me get off faster than anything else… is imagining her taking that hot sticky mess, spreading it all over her face with her fingers, and then licking it clean off. Knowing she’s on the other end of the line, listening to me talk about how addicted I am to her filthiness, just makes me want her more. 

I told her she owns me, that every time I see her showing off like that, I’m just a slave to the heat she puts out. I don’t care about anything else when I’m hearing her voice; I just need that fix. I’m hooked on the way she acts like such a show off, knowing damn well that as long as she keeps opening up for the camera, I’m going to keep coming back, begging to spend every dime I have just to see how much more she can take deep inside her “nigger” wet pussy.

 

Shemale Phone Sex is Better and Hotter

Shemale Phone Sex is the best thing ever for many married men. In fact, the second they lock eyes with me, I have them by the balls.
First off, I am the sexy tranny they cannot resist. Then, I turn into the hot druggy shemale who destroys their loyalty in a single filthy night.
Moreover, I love the raw power that surges through me when I force them to bend over. I push them face-down, rip, and slide my thick sexy shemale cock deep inside that love tunnel. And I fuck until they moan like the cheating bitches they truly are.
Additionally, I crave the thrill of shattering their perfect marriages.
Therefore, I make them spread wider, push back harder, and take every inch until they forget their wives’ names completely. However, the more straight and married they pretend to be at first, the hotter I get. In fact they are my big dick sucker for life.

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Consequently, I watch their bodies betray them completely. I feel them shake and open up for me, and soon their shame melts into pure, desperate hunger.
Furthermore, by the time I explode deep inside them, they already beg for more. In fact, they text me at midnight from their own beds, next to their wives. So desperate for another secret affair. A hot night with the hot druggy shemale who now owns their asses.
Moreover, I love how fast they start craving dick. After just one taste, they turn into total addicts. As a result, they skip date nights with their wives just to sneak away and bend over for me again.
Next, I keep them hooked with my wild eyes, my perfect tits, and my throbbing shemale cock. Therefore, they message me every single day. Simply begging to leave their boring lives behind for another raw, filthy session.  One where I make them my personal married lover.
Finally, I never hold back. I take exactly what I want. Ultimately, I fuck them senseless with crack whore anal pleasures. Then I leave them leaking and ruined for anyone else.
In the end, every married man who meets me ends up on his knees, then bent over, then completely addicted.
They all beg for ongoing affairs. They all crave the hot druggy shemale who showed them what real pleasure actually feels like.
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