Category: Hookers for hire

Teaching My Young Girls to Love Being an Anal Sex Whore

anal sex whoreI have been an anal sex whore for decades. It started when I was a young girl. I was a hooker for my parents. They rented me out to men passing through town. Some of the men only wanted my ass. Now, my ass was taken many times before, but I was either too young or too doped up to remember it. This time, I remembered it. It was not gentle, but then none of the men were gentle, except for my now husband and maybe a couple others. The men were paying for sex with a jailbait trailer park whore. Gentle, vanilla sex was not on their minds. This one time, the smack wore off and I felt it. I liked it. It was the first orgasm I had. Ever since then, I have enjoyed hardcore anal sex. I am teaching my youngest girls how to enjoy their pretty little pink holes too.  Today we had a masturbation lesson. One of my newest angels is from Africa and a sexy Nubian princess. Her little butthole looks bright pink in comparison to her little blonde and white sister. They are both super young, but never too young to learn the joys of anal sex. Seriously, ass sex is so much fun, and I love instilling that fun into my girls. Daddy came home and found his youngest daughters with little dildos in their asses and smiles on their faces. I bet you know what happened next, don’t you?

Strip Club Chub

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It never fails. We have a guy who shows up at the strip club every fucking day.  It wouldn’t be so bad if he bought lap dances, or a bottle every now and then, but he doesn’t.  He gets super drunk then wants you to grind on his lap for free.  We do talk to him, because we are made too, but if it wasn’t for the management making us, nobody would.  He spends tons of money on drinks, but not on ass. 

I was doing my set when I saw him come in.  Have you ever had someone in your life that the minute they walk into a room all the fun gets sucked right out?  That good feeling is then placed with dread and despair? Yeah, that’s Charlie.  You could almost hear us all groan over the music.  It was my turn to be grabbed over and over again by him.  He sat in my section.  I was not pleased.  I plastered on a smile and made my rounds.  I was pleasant, but I didn’t linger. 

Another thing about Charlie? He will get a hard on, then try to put your hand on it.  There have been more than one time that one of the bouncers have had to go over and speak to him.  We all wish he would be banned.  Then something amazing happened.  He told one of the bouncers that he wanted a lap dance.  With two of us girls.  Me and Sharon.  To say we were both shocked is an understatement.

We made our way up to the Private room he is was in, and he was smiling like crazy.  We both started our dance for him.  We aren’t allowed to make out with the clients, but we can touch each other.  Sharon started to kiss on my tits and Charlie instantly got hard.  He kept begging us to jack him off, but we both told him no.  It was against the club rules.  Her and I kept it up, then I guess he couldn’t take it anymore, he whipped out his dick and Sharon and I died laughing.

He had something other than his dick stuffed into his briefs, it was like some sort of rolled up material to make him look bigger.  His dick was so tiny!  In the low lighting I thought I was just not seeing it, but turns out there really isn’t anything to see.  Her and I laughed so hard she peed.  Charlie was so embarrassed, he stuffed his bean back inside his briefs and stormed out.  He actually left the club!  Our manager asked us what happened and we told him, he laughed too.  It has been days since Charlie has been in.  We are really hoping that he stays away, if we had known all it took was us laughing at his itty bitty dicklett, we would of done it a long time ago.

Live Phone Sex Whores at a Superbowl Party

live phone sexLive phone sex is always fun with me. I have so many hot dirty stories to share like about last night. Did you know the Superbowl is the most sex trafficked day of the year? My guess my offspring and I are part of that number. Every year, we go to a Superbowl party, but not one like the one you go to. The one my brood and I attend, we are more the entertainment than the football game. This party wanted my sons too. Something for every guest. Not every man loves a jailbait girl. Some like a jailbait boy too. My sons are professionals. They are each like a mini John Holmes. They will do gay stuff for money, but they still love pussy more than dick. When it comes to big money, face it, we are all gay. This party was in Hollywood Hills. A bunch of A listers. My sons and daughters were not the only sexy prostitutes there, but mine looked far better than many of the other party whores. I think because my brood aren’t trafficked in the same way. Sure, they are whores, but they aren’t forced to perform with medication nor were they stolen from another country. They love being whores. It is in the genes of this family. My sons and daughters spent the entire game on their knees or their backs because they were very popular. I collected a lot of business cards from men wanting future dates. The one thing I kept hearing was how enthusiastic my little whores are. They do love fucking. No one needs to drug them to be an anal sex whore. They think about the money, but they do enjoy the fucking. Their daddy and I have groomed them for fucking since before they could walk. I think it is important to get little ones accustomed to sex early on for nights just like he Superbowl.

All girl bukkake

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It’s not just guys who get to ejaculate on someone’s face and drench them with cum, girls can do it too. I’m a squirter and so are my friends. If I rub my pussy in the right way, I can gush cum like a fountain. That’s why Donnie paid me and my friends to spend a night with him. He didn’t even want us to fuck him, he just wanted to throw some tarps on on the floor and let us cum all over him. He laid on the floor while me and 4 of my best slut friends stroked our pussies until we were cumming and squirting all over him. We covered his whole body in our sweet sticky girl cum until he was so soaked it looked like he had been swimming!

Street Walker

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I know I am a strung-out hooker for hire tonight. Most of the girls I dance with might take some money in the back room for a blowjob or a quick fuck but I love to walk the street selling my pussy. I love for a stranger to fuck me bareback. I don’t need to know names. This whore for sale loves selling her pussy for money or cash and coke. A nice big Cock and some blow And I are sucking dick and fucking right away. I fucking don’t care if we pull over to an alley so you can fuck me in the ass while I’m doing a line on the back of my hand. Deep and raw as long as I’m selling my ass I really love it! I’ll be a cum dump for cash or coke anytime.

Teen Sluts Fucking

teen sluts fuckingEveryone likes teen sluts fucking, right?  I have a big brood of boys and girls who love to fuck. They fuck each other. They fuck me and daddy. They fuck daddy’s high paying clients. I am so proud of them all because they don’t just fuck because daddy and I want them too. They enjoy using their bodies to make money. Sex sells at my age, but it sells faster and for bigger amounts when you are their age. Last night, everyone had a date. That rarely happens. I had one, and all my daughters did too, even my boys had dates. My oldest son had a hot cougar date. She wanted to have a son experience. He told me it was wicked hot. I didn’t get jealous. My other two boys were rented out to a man who wanted the daddy experience. They are good boys. They take it up the ass just like their sisters. I have a family of sexy prostitutes. Everyone came back home last night with cum filled holes and a little sore, including me. Today is about family. I have been soothing sore cunnies and asses with my tongue. I love my big family of whores.

Meeting Mr. Blout

No taboo phone sexWhat can I say about Mr. Blout? A fucking lot, that’s what!  This motherfucker was the worst Teacher I had ever had.  Not because he was bad at his job but because he would constantly give me shit.  I hated going to his class, and he hated me being there.  Sure, I could of skipped his class, but why give him the satisfaction?  I made sure he saw my face every single school day. 

Fast forward to a couple of nights ago.  I wasn’t working but when I was out to go to the store for some food, I passed some of the girls that work the same area that I do.  It is cold out there but you have to dress like it’s 102 degrees in the shade.  You freeze your tits off.  I stopped to talk to them for a bit, there were only three working so I told them I would be back with something warm for them to drink.  I got my food, then stopped at the Bucks and got them all hot chocolate and off I went.

The next night when I was actually working in my spot I see a guy yelling at one of the girls in a car.  I didn’t approach to help because I wasn’t sure if it was the girls boyfriend, or Pimp or what.  She got out of the car and was crying.  She looked more pissed than sad.  I asked her who that was, and she said it was a ‘date’.  I thought to myself, “What an asshole.”  About thirty minutes later the same car pulls up again, none of the other girls would go up to the car.  He must of seen me because he pulls up right in front of me, puts the window down and says “Luna? Is that you?” 

I walked up to the car and looked inside.  It was my old pain in the ass Teacher, Mr. Blout!  I said, “Hey Mr. Blout. What’s up?”  He told me that I looked cold and asked me if I wanted to get into his car just to warm up.  I told him any time I got into a car it costs money.  I pulled out his wallet and held out a twenty.  I got into his car and he asked me if I knew somewhere we could park with the car running so he wouldn’t have to turn off the heat.  I directed him to a shopping center near by.

After we parked Mr. Blout went into this whole speech about how sorry he was concerning the way he treated me in school.  He told me that he actually had “un-pure” thoughts about me, so he was mean to me to keep those thoughts at bay.  I was shocked!  I asked him why he yelled at that other girl earlier, and he said he was yelling at her because she wanted more and more money and he had paid her a lot for a hour to begin with.  I told him that if he gave me another hundred, I would take him to a hotel and we could fuck.  He was all over that.  It kinda felt weird fucking my chemistry teacher from school, especially since we didn’t get along back then, but he gave me a huge tip afterward and apologized again. I think Mr. Blout might become one of my regulars.

Super Young Hookers for Hire

hookers for hireMy little hookers for hire had a huge night last night. They got fucked so hard, I had to keep them out of school today. They could barely walk, and I wanted them to rest up for family time this week. Our two adopted daughters are super young and, on their way, to being sex stars. These precious angels love being part of our family and want to please us. My husband had this international client looking for some young pussy. He was willing to pay handsomely too. He likes to fuck rough. Many years ago, he took my oldest daughter’s virginity. She could barely walk for days, but he paid us enough money that the money he paid, when invested wisely, will pay for her college education. Of course, that was a decade ago and prices have gone up. And, he was getting two young sexy prostitutes at once. These young rescues are set for life, and they can even send some money home to their parents who are in impoverished countries. Demetri has a huge cock and he likes to stretch and gape holes. He is the kind of man that wants a young girl to always remember the damage he did to her holes. Our youngest sweeties will never forget how hard he fucked them. They may have swollen, gaping holes now, but that is nothing my loving mommy mouth can’t soothe.

Lot Lizard Sex Stories

lot lizard sexLot lizard sex stories, I have plenty to share. I was down at the truck stop last night and I saw this young Lolita hooker. She was dressed like an 80s hooker in fishnets and a pink boa. She had on a latex mini skirt and a tube top too. I didn’t know how old she was, but she looked desperate for some money. My guess, she was a runaway and found herself with a nasty, mean pimp. I asked her how much for an hour. She told me an extremely reasonable price for her jail bait pussy. Skank or not, jail bait pussy can command more money. This young thing needed my help. We went into big D’s cab and she earned that money by blowing his big black dick.  He is not as found of jail bait as some guys are. We both felt sorry for the girl. She was clearly trafficked and not treated like a princess. I could see the bruises on her body and needle marks on her arms. Big D and I hatched a plan. He knows this fat cat in Chicago who has a harem of sexy prostitutes her age. He treats them like his daughters. Of course, they are his sex slaves, but they fair far better than the ones on the streets underselling their bald cunts. Big D said he would hand deliver her if she wanted a better life. Better to be one man’s whore and be rewarded for it than to be owned by some scuzzy trafficker and abused daily. Easy choice. I distracted her pimp with more money saying my husband wanted her for the night. Dumb ass said he would be back at 7 am. Big D had that sweet pussy halfway to Chicago before he even came back. I was a young hooker like her, but I was treated like a queen. Now this jail bait whore while live in a nice home and Big D and I will get a hefty finder’s fee. We all win.

Almost Didn’t Make It

Gangbang whoreSome son of a bitch who I thought was safe, because I have been picked up by him before really fucked me up badly.  He picked me up as he had every Tuesday night for the last four weeks.  He was happy, and we just bullshitted because he mostly just wanted someone to talk to. This night however was very different.  His happy faded rather quickly and he started to raise his voice as he was talking about an eviction notice that he found on his door after work today.  His ex-wife’s father owns the building that he lives in, and I guess he wanted him out for no other reason then spitefulness.  Red flags started to pop up left and right in my brain.  I reached into my bag for my weapon and it wasn’t there!  Someone must of snatched it at the diner earlier.

I was in a fuck load of trouble, and I knew it.  My brain was racing trying to figure out what to do when he slammed on his breaks, got out of the car, came to the passenger side, whipped open my door and dragged me out by my hair.  I was screaming and fighting, he tossed me to the ground, I scrambled to get up, but he put his foot in the small of my back and I couldn’t move.  He out weighed me by a lot.  I was clutching at the dirt, trying to gain a hold on anything I could, I broke several of my nails.

He got on the ground, grabbed my legs and flipped me over.  He was ranting and calling me some other woman’s name.  I knew that this was going to be so very bad.  He slapped me hard across the face, I was stunned for a few seconds.  He was between my legs now, cutting at my stockings with a knife.  I thought, “This is it Luna, this is how it is all going to end, with you left dead in a dirty vacant lot.” He shoved his dick inside of me.   I started to push at him, screaming my name, he just kept on ranting, then he put his hands on my throat.

I could feel the burn in my chest, he had cut off all air.  Slowly I saw what looked like a mist take over my sight, I was losing consciousness  Then all of a sudden I could breath.  I coughed, and gasped for air.  I sat up, but then laid back down, I was dizzy.  He was sitting on the ground next to me, crying.  I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t, my throat hurt.  I got up, stood behind him, he was saying he was sorry, that he didn’t mean it.  I kicked that motherfucker hard, in the back of his head, he fell over to one side.  I kept kicking him and kicking him.  I was now out of breath. I grabbed his pants, and took the keys out of his pocket, ran to his car, and took off.

Did I go to the police? No.  Did I go to the hospital? No.  Why? Because it was actually partly my fault. I put myself into a situation where there is always a risk of this happening.  Am I traumatized by it? Fuck no.  Shit happens.  Will that asshole get what’s coming to him? Absolutely!  Before I took off from the scene I took all the money he had from his wallet, which was a couple thousand, so for about ten minutes of being abused, I made out pretty well.