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?
Category: Hookers for hire
My Extreme Phone Sex Line
Scat Phone Sex with Amara
Occasionally we have Rick roll through the truck stop. When he does…most if not all the girls scatter. Not me! I don’t shy away one bit. He is nasty and a date with him can get real shitty. Literally. Luckily for him I had a huge lunch and was extra busy getting things done around the truck stop, so I had not had the chance to relieve myself of lunch just yet. I knew I was holding off for a reason! It was almost a relief to see his rig pull in. Once he walked through the door I gave him a shit eating grin and he knew it was playtime! We met up in his truck and there he laid fully nude. It’s time for you to squat baby, he says to me! Ohhh he had no idea! I could see his cock quickly start to rise as I hovered over him and he watched my asshole pucker. I dropped the biggest log on his chest as he sat there and admired my lunch it was now time to ride his cock!
I’m on a Boat!
So I have a new favorite John.
He has a boat!
I’ve not been sailing in forever and then getting paid to be there and getting sex too!?
Dream come true.
I mean almost, he’s not Andy Samberg or T-Pain but still I’m so excited!
So I all all glamorous, met with the John and he wasn’t bad looking and the boat was definitely sexy.
It was nice too, I got to work on my tan as we moved out of the marina and away from all the other boats into a more private place to play. We chatted while I tanned and it was actually one of the most relaxing Johns I’d ever been with.
I think I must have dozed off for a minute because I woke up to a hand massaging my tit and no idea where we were. A moment of panic and memories of horror movies assaulted me before I remembered what I was doing.
I grinned up at the john leaning over me. Kissing him as he leaned down, placing his lips on mine. Slipping my favorite little happy pill between my lips. My arms wrapping around him as his hand drifted lower, dipping under the black cloth and teasing my slit. He groaned as he felt my wetness and broke to the kiss “I’ve waited for this for so long.”
This was some real romantic shit, man. Who would’ve expected that!? Ha.
Then his fingers found my clit and man, he knew just how to press. I moaned against his mouth, hips arching to press into his fingers. My hand moving to find his cock in his shorts.
I was going to fuck the shit out of this man, make sure he came in every hole I had and make sure he got a nautical adventure he never forgot.
Paid Date Nights
I every now and again get guys who want the girlfriend experience, date nights, spending time together, sometimes having sex. I have met guys who have want the GFE but never wanted to have sex. Paying all this money to not even get in my pussy, but hey that is some of the easiest money I can ever make. Though there are a few sweetie pies that I wish would want to go all the way. I have a few sweet heart, loving guys though who take me out to nice dinners but still want to enjoy some Netflix and Chill. I really don’t mind those nights either. I like a nice date then a good rough fucking. Being put on my hands and knees and really pounded, made to really moan and cum. They appreciate me and my body, they want me to want to be there and I really do. I love the time I spend with these guys, they make me feel less like a whore and more like a person and I enjoy that sometimes. I really like giving the girlfriend experience.
My Phone Sex Line Has Little Hookers for Hire
My phone sex line is a dirty line. I like to talk about all the things that would mortify most women to talk about. I am a no taboo whore. I was exposed to fucking at an early age, breeding too. I was a cash cow for my parents, a little hooker like Brooke Shields in that 70s movie Pretty Baby, just not as classy. Flash forward a couple decades and I have all these little hooker offspring. I have my own family brothel. Men pay good money for my little girls and my little boys. Face it. If you like them young, at a certain age the boys and the girls are indistinguishable from behind. And little boy asses are really tight. I got this wealthy guy who use to go to Thailand for “business trips” because the age of consent is much younger there. Now he comes to my place. Not only do I have my growing brood, but I have some side brats to select from too. I am a nanny of sorts to many of my husband’s out of country associates. They bring their brats and I watch them during the day while the adults work. I have a famous little cocktail I make that renders the young ones with a spotty memory at best. Turns them into little hookers for hire. Madame Lilibeth has a nice ring to it, don’t you agree? I turned out this little Russian girl the other day for the first time. She made me really good money too. Little girl was a virgin and a gymnast. I checked her body out first, made sure she still had that V card. Virgin pussy taste different so I always know with a few licks and a finger probe. Her body could contort and do all sorts of things. My big client was extremely happy to bend her like a pretzel to penetrate that tight snatch. I love watching older men fuck really young girls, especially virgins. I always get so hot, I suck the cherry juice off the guy’s dick. I bet I have a little one that would fit your dirty needs!
Dirty Pone Sex With This Slut
I love dirty phone sex because I am a dirty fucking cum dumpster. I have a really filthy story to tell you tonight. It happened yesterday after I got off from throwing my pussy in old men’s faced. I don’t complain though I like that attention though. I was walking home through a alley when I seen a dirty old bum laying in a card board box behind the dumpster. He woke up and offered me $20 to suck his nasty cock. I was feeling really fucking horny from me shift so I couldn’t refuse. I took that crumpled 20 and stuffed it in my knee high heels, and got on my knees and the concrete was digging into my knees. I unzipped his pants and the smell from his cock maid me gag a little but I opened my mouth and let him shove that fucking dirty smelly cock right down my throat. I threw u some but he didn’t care, he grabbed my head and used my mouth as a trashy whore cum dumpster. The smell of his non showered body reminded of me of when my daddy would play with my tight pink bald little pussy. That thought alone made me cream in my panties as the bum finished in my throat I got up and I could feel the cream dripping down my stockings.
Cinderella
It was so weird to clean up and dress nice.
I like being a ghetto whore with thongs, jeans with easy access, jerseys. Whatever was comfy and easy to get off.
I was told though that a high roller wanted a hot side piece and that I had been volunteered.
Well fuck… Not only did I have to get cleaned up, dressed up, but I had to act nice.
Be on my best behavior while I pretended I didn’t want the after party in the hotel room I knew I was going to have with this rich pervert.
I do have to admit though, I’m fucking hot when I try. I forgot what a curling iron and some makeup could do. They even got me this sexy outfit to wear and I couldn’t stop staring at myself.
Yeah, I’d fuck me and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Well, we went to this boring ass party. With boring ass people. Who wanted to do nothing but talk about the boring ass charity. So I didn’t say much, I just smiled and stuck close to my date. Who wasn’t bad looking! He reminded me kinda of a Bruce Wayne which made him that much more sexy.
When the boring ass party ended. I was so glad to go up to his room. I knew he had plans and they were the ones I loved the most. The door barely had time to click shut before he groaned “Finally, I thought I was going to fuckin’ die.” he grumbled. Grabbing me and pulling me close. I giggled as he kissed me, it becoming a moan as I pressed my body to his. His nimble fingers found that little tiny zipper thing that I needed help to even get pulled up and I felt the tickle of it on my spine as he pulled it down.
“Now it’s time for the real party to begin.” he grinned, making promises I knew he meant to keep. He guided me out of the dress, taking his time to admire how I looked in that black lace and had me lay on the bed. Licking his lips as he pulled out a baggy with a white powder in it he poured a line along my ribs to my belly button. Careful with a plastic card he pulled out as he made the line of powder. He took a straw he had prepared and with one long breath snorted that line… Impressive… He ran his tongue up from my bellybutton to just below my breast and I saw his eyes dilate as he gave me a hungry growl.
“Hey, what about my line?” I pouted.
He just grinned at me, standing up and carefully making a line on his hard cock. “Come and get it.”
I liked this man I think. He made my pussy wet and already knew my favorite way to do a line. I think this will be a very fun night.