“Do you want to play a game?” He asked my sweet teen daughter. She nodded, excitedly. As she skipped with the older man back to his home, her perky tits bounced along. His eyes raked over her, excitedly. I tailed behind them, excited to see what a whore my sweet princess would be today. He brought her to his home, and led her to a back room. I could see his cock straining against his pants as I peeked through the window. He led her to a breeding bench, and restrained her; her ankles were bound, her wrists secured, and her abdomen locked to the bench as he bent her over it. I could see how wet her young bald cunt was. She looked at me through the window, and winked. The man let in his large four legged friend who immediately went to her sweet snatch and started to lap up her juices. She was trying to squirm away, but she couldn’t move. That furry pal was just using his huge tongue to clean her cunt, and she was panting and moaning in time with his licks. I watched her squirt from getting her pussy devoured, but the licking never slowed down. She came again and again from his fuzzball’s kisses. It was an hour before she was finally mounted by the man’s friend. She screamed as the huge cock entered her, but was cumming all over that red rocket in no time. I snuck away, so horny from having watched my daughter get bred I needed to cum or I was going to lose my mind! That night at dinner, I asked her how her day was/ She looked a mess, and smiled. “I made some new friends Momma, and we played one hell of a game.”
Category: Hookers for hire
Frisky Furballs Mount My Girl
Trailer Trash Druggy Whore
My cunt gets so wet for crack. That’s right. I’m a trailer trash druggy whore who needs her fix. When I’m dripping wet all over your cock, it’s because I’m thinking about buying and smoking all that ice. I’ll do anything for a hit; anal cum dumpster, sucking big black cocks, even eating your asshole. That’s right, I’m a filthy fucking whore who will do literally whatever you ask. Yeah, there’s nothing I won’t do for a drag of that sweet dream. I’ll even rent out my offspring. I have eight, you know, so I can spare three or four. Do you know how much money I could make off of their young, hard cocks and sweet bald cunts? So much. I know what you’d pay as a PDaddy to be able to play with rugrats. You don’t have to be shy, I actually love to watch them work up on you and fulfill your every fantasy. You want my darlings, and I want my drugs. Let’s make a trade.
Phone Sex Line for P Stories
I believe in giving back to my community, especially in times like these. Philanthropy feels good. I think giving is receiving. That is why I volunteer every Friday at my local YMCA. They are still having some activities for young ones stuck at home for the summer. The camps were cancelled, and the pool is closed, but they have a few hours a day for boys and girls to make some arts and crafts. I pass out the art supplies to the poor boys and girls in need of a little social interaction. Most of them have mommy or daddy issues and just need a nice MILF to be good to them, to give them the nurturing and love they do not get at home. These are the darlings of crack whores and pimp daddies. These girls and boys often lack their mother’s love, which makes it so much easier to prey on them. If you have ever called my phone sex line, you know I am a dirty P whore. When a brother and sister were left behind because no one picked them up, I offered to give them a ride home. I drove them right to my house for daddy and me to enjoy. Two little jungle bunnies. Daddy and I love some young tender dark meat occasionally. A good woman gives boys and girls the love and care they need. I sucked that boy’s black dickie and ate that tender age girl’s bald cunnie. The boy was big for his age. He will grow into a porn star if the hood does not swallow him up. Daddy enjoyed fucking that sweet little black pussy. Very pink and juicy on the inside. I did take them home, eventually. They did not want to leave our place. I felt bad returning them. They could make us so much money as part of our hookers for hire, but we do not need the police looking for us. Daddy and I gave them a bag of money that we told them to hide from their crack whore mommy. I take care of the little ones I molest. Treat them well and they never tell on you.
Druggy Whore Begs For A Creampie
This druggy whore loves being a cream pie slut. Yeah, I hit put out lots of lot lizard sex every night to support my habits. I am a good old fashioned crack whore cunt, what can I say? Momma would do anything for a line of coke. So, when I was having trouble because these pathetic trucker cocks can be so cheap, I brought my rugrats to work with me. Only the oldest three, of course, but their young pussies were for sale. I paraded these bald cunted whores around the truck lot with me. I dressed them in barely anything, to show off what taking their virginity and ruining their young cunts was worth. I had buyers for my little ones, so I let their men take them away to plow their little pussies. Then, I had to make my own cash. I went to my regular man who always lets me smoke before slamming his cock into my sopping wet cunt. He always leaves me a tip and makes me a cum dumpster. A creampie in my cunt. Maybe this time, he left a baby too.
My Dirty Phone Sex Story
Dirty phone sex stories are something I have plenty to share. My life has been one dirty story after another. I had a caller last night that was more interested in my story. Most of my callers want to talk about my family of little whores. I had to go back to some painful memories, but that is what good coke is for, right? This caller wanted to know how a girl from rural West Virginia ended up in a gated community in California. It was luck or fate. I am still not sure which. My parents were meth heads. I was born in a trailer and raised as nothing more than a cash cow to support their habits. My earliest memories are being in some dingy little camper in the back of a trailer with fat old men on top of me. My parents kept me strung out too, so I would not fight as I got older. My husband thinks I may not have even been born to them. He has a theory that I was either kidnapped for the sex trade or purchased from sex traffickers for the same purpose. My parents would lure travelers and truckers to the little camper in back and exchange money for a few minutes in heaven with a Lolita trick. It was all I knew. I never had friends. I never went to school. The words I knew, I picked up from Johns and my folks. I was barely a teen when my husband who is P man found himself lured into that camper. Unlike most of the Johns, he was not a redneck poor trucker. He was a wealthy P man who liked young pussy. He felt sorry for me and had designs for something better for me. He bought me from my folks. Raised me as his adopted teen daughter and married me when I was 18. Sent me to school; got me educated; got me clean off smack so I could get pregnant and turned me into a breeding machine for his P needs. He is 35 years older than me and we have been together over 25 years. We have a family of sexy prostitutes. My life has changed. I am still a whore, but I am a well-taken care of whore living high on the hog now. My caller made me realize I need to embrace my past to appreciate my life now.
Druggy Whore Goes For A Ride
“Hop in, you filthy fucking whore.” He taunted, holding up an eight ball to entice me. His cock was out, all pathetic four inches of it. The blow was enough, so I was stripped and in the cab before he had a chance to go soft on me. My pussy was slick, not minding his little cock if it meant cocaine. The less work I had to do, the better.
He took off, pulling the truck out onto the highway. “Swallow my cock, bitch.” He spit in my face as I did a line off the dashboard. I was on him like flies on honey in July. I slammed him into the back of my throat. He moaned real loud, dirty bird, and nearly swerved a lane. I kept throat fucking him, faster and faster. He was grinding the gears, slipping over to the shoulder of the road.
He threw me onto the bunk, climbing up my body. Pinning me down, he face fucked me, rattling my teeth. My head was slamming into the wall, spinning from more than just the snow. He spilled his baby gravy deep down my throat. Getting off, I reached for the coke. Instead, he handcuffed me to the bunk.
“You’re mine, cunt.” He wasn’t going to bring me back to the lot.














