Category: Sexy prostitutes

Hardcore Anal Sex with My Big T-Girl Cock is The Best

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

2 Girl Phone Sex

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.

Cheap Phone Sex

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.

My Home Brothel Grows with Lolita Hookers

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.

Teen Sluts Fucking Until They Are Full Of Cum

Teen sluts fucking Teen sluts fucking in the trailer park, they will blow your cock right on the spot, for the right price they will do just about anything, these sluts lack morals and values, anything goes with them. 

Last night I walked out of my trailer to find two sack chasers blowing a trucker against my trailer, both on their knees devouring his sweaty cock, when i got closer I realized it was a set of twins, they call them the Dynamic Duo. 

These girls are like trailer park porn stars; they have a reputation for fucking and sucking the truckers at the rest stop for cheap. 

Their stretched-out cunts are always ready for a pounding, these dirty girls are known to have loose wet pussies and are almost always full of cum, they guys that use them love it. 

Some guys only want them because they are always full of cum, and already stretched out, both holes can take a fist easy!  

They are all used up and ran through; at any given time you can find them bent over leaking cum for any man with a few bucks. 

If you like loose worn out sometimes smelly pussy then the Dynamic Duo are the ones for you. 

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.

Shemale Phone Sex is What Married Men Hunger For

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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Hardcore Anal Sex is Expected When You and Your Daughters are Paid Whores

hardcore anal sexLast night, my daughter and I spent time with a client enjoying hardcore anal sex. However, I will admit that our asses hurt today. I don’t think I can sit on mine. And my daughter feels the same way. When we came home, we took a bath and soaked our battered butt holes in warm water. But we still woke up sore as fuck.

My daughter and I never mind rough anal sex. None of my whores mind. Daddy and I train the girls for anal sex because even when men hire Lolita hookers, they often want to fuck their assholes too. Anal seems like hottest the new thing.

A lot of whores charge extra for that. But we never nickel and dime our clients. A man might need to pay extra if he wants us to spend the night or wants to leave some marks on us. Otherwise, anal seems standard and we never charged more for it. Not even when it gets rough like it did last night.

Our client wanted a mother and daughter for a little anal gangbang. This client gets together every Saturday night with some friends from his law school, and they party and hire sexy prostitutes to entertain them. Last night we were the hookers they hired. Nice guys. Rich guys. But they hire women like me and my daughter to do the things that wives don’t do. And they blow off some steam too.

A Hazard of Being a Whore is Rough Anal

Part of being a whore involves rough sex. Although our clients treat us extremely well, we still experience some rough sex. I’m not submissive. However, I am a businesswoman. And I understand the need to fuck your cares away. So, I held my daughter ‘s hand and we got down on all fours together so our client and his friends could ravage our assholes for hours.

Honestly, I’ve never seen our client this wild. I think maybe he popped some Viagra before we arrived because those cocks stayed erect even after they came that first time in our assholes. And I swear these cocks felt stiff as a board for hours. These guys were in their early 60s. But their cocks felt like teenage dicks. Constantly erect and full of cum. Of course, they all married women who stopped fucking them eons ago. Hence the need to hire women like me and my daughter.

Even though our asses hurt like hell today, and my daughter has a partial prolapse of her tiny butt hole, we made insane money last night. They tipped us on top of the fee. Me and my daughter never mind when men get rough, especially when we get paid for it. Rough sex is a hazard of the job. But me and my young hookers for hire can handle anything you want to do to us, even if it seems rough.

Freaky Phone Sex is What a Horny MILF Needs

freaky phone sexSometimes I like to let my freak flag fly on freaky phone sex calls. As a no taboo mommy, not much I will not do. And not many people I won’t do it with. Yesterday I felt like getting into some trouble. I have a wild streak. Sometimes I get horny like a feral cat in heat. And when I do, I need someone or something to fuck. As I masturbated, a knock on the door interrupted me. I thought my son or my daughter locked themselves out of the house again. Happens all the time.

But I saw a cute young teen girl at my door. She was selling those chocolate bars that all the schools sell for fundraising attempts. I told her I didn’t care why she was selling them. I would buy an entire box. So, I invited her inside, wrote her a check and got my candy bars. But I told her I’d buy her entire inventory if she stayed with me for a bit. Think about it. At the precise moment I felt super horny and needed someone or something to fuck, this cute teen girl knocks on my door. Tell me that’s not fate.

Normally I don’t just seduce random teenage girls. You never know how they might react. But it felt like she came into my home for a reason. Since I bought $600 worth of candy bars, I made her work for my money. This trashy milf enticed that young teen girl to eat my mature pussy. I think she licked the alphabet on a schoolgirl before. She seemed to know her way around my pussy.

This Sexy Mommy Loves Licking Teen Pussy

Of course, she appeared to be at that age where her hormones kicked into overdrive. Eventually, I broke out some sex toys. Tight little box on that girl. My fingers and my tongue loved it. I licked all over her body too. Although I can be hedonistic and let those young teen boys and girls worship me, I like to give back. And I love to eat pussy. So, we found ourselves in the 69 position for a couple hours worshiping each other’s pussies. I think I can still smell her on my face.

I fucked her with a strap on and she begged for more. She looked like such a sweet innocent girl at my doorstep. But inside my home, I brought out the tigress inside of her. And I made her a job offer. Join my brothel. She looked at me incredulously but inquired about the position.

She would make such a good addition to my young hookers for a hire. Her tight little teen body. Her perky little tits and that still naturally bald little pussy will make daddy and I a lot of money. My eye for talent seems perfect. That’s why I own the most successful underground brothel in the entire state of California.

But I can always use more talent. Plus, I can always use another greedy little mouth that doesn’t care if it’s licking pussy or sucking cock. Now I just got to figure out what I’m going to do with $600 worth of chocolate bars. Perhaps I’ll donate them to the local homeless shelter. I don’t eat a lot of sweets. But I do get my sweet tooth fix anytime I’m around a young teen girl.

Black Stripper Sex Gets Wild Watching Alyssa Work The Pole

Black Stripper SexThe smell of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume was the only thing keeping me grounded as I felt the grit of the stage floor beneath my heels. My head was spinning, that familiar itch under my skin screaming for a hit, but I had to keep moving, keep grinding against the cold brass of the pole. I knew the sharks were circling, and I was just waiting for the one with the thickest wallet to bite, someone who wanted a taste of black stripper sex and didn’t care how broken I was inside.

I saw him sitting in the shadows of the back corner, a heavy-set man with eyes that didn’t just look… they owned. He didn’t throw singles like the rest of the pathetic losers; he just signaled the bouncer and pointed a thick finger straight at me. I followed him to the VIP lounge, my knees shaking not from the dance, but from the withdrawal starting to claw at my gut. 

I needed that white lady, that sweet caviar, and I could smell the power coming off him like a heavy musk. The second the curtain fell shut, the atmosphere changed from a show to a transaction. He didn’t want to see me spin or arch my back for a tip. He sat back on the leather couch, his hand disappearing into his pocket to reveal a small, jagged rock that made my mouth water instantly. 

My eyes went wide, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. He saw the hunger in my face and let out a low, cruel chuckle that vibrated in the small room. “You want this, don’t you?” he sneered, tossing the piece onto the low table between us. I reached for it, my fingers trembling, but his heavy boot came down, pinning my hand to the carpet. “Not so fast. Get on your knees, you black bitch.” 

The insult hit me like a physical blow, but I didn’t flinch. I was a filthy crack nigger whore, and pride was a luxury I’d traded away a long time ago for a glass pipe and a lighter. I dropped to the floor, my dark skin contrasting against the grime of the carpet as I looked up at him with a seductive, desperate heat. He unzipped his fly, pulling out a thick, throbbing cock that looked like a weapon.

 I took him in, working my mouth with a slutty, practiced expertise that made him groan and grip the back of my head, his knuckles digging into my scalp. I was a money making bottom ho, and as the salt of his cum filled my throat, I knew I’d earned my prize. He tossed the rock and a crumpled hundred dollar bill at my face, a “good girl” ringing in my ears as I scrambled for my fix.

Pissing Sex Stories Makes Horny Alyssa Stick Out Her Tongue

Pissing Sex StoriesThe heavy thud of his boots against the floorboards told me exactly who was coming to collect. My skin was crawling and my stomach was in knots, a reminder that my debt was way past due and my fix was wearing off. Pissing Sex Stories are the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind when I’m waiting for a high-roller like him to come and use me like the piece of trash I am. 

I was so twisted and high that I didn’t even care that I’d skimmed from his stash or that he was known for being the most ruthless pimp in the city. I knew he was going to make me pay for my greed, and as much as I feared the consequences, the sick part of me was craving the humiliation he was about to dish out.

Grabbing me by the throat and shoving me toward the corner of the room, he made sure I knew I was nothing more than a hole to be filled. I subjected myself to the reality that I was going to be drinking and swallowing whatever he had for me all night long just to keep the shakes at bay. Being a human toilet was the only way I knew how to feel alive anymore, and I soaked up the degradation like a sponge. 

The warm, bitter taste of a man’s golden stream was the only thing that could compete with the chemical burn of the rock in my system. I was a filthy, strung-out hooker and I didn’t try to hide it, but I knew better than to test a man who owned every corner of these blocks. I heard stories about how he’d leave girls broken in the gutter just for talking back. 

He was a shadow in this town, a kingpin who appeared out of nowhere to claim his property and vanish before the sirens even started. I’d committed the ultimate sin by stealing from his supply, and in this life, family and loyalty don’t mean shit compared to the bottom line. I knew he’d pimp me out until my bones ached or kill me if I didn’t perform exactly how he wanted. 

Slamming me down onto the stained mattress and backhanding me until my lip bled, he unzipped his fly to show me exactly what he thought of me. Standing over me with a sneer, he barked, “Open that mouth and stick your tongue out, you pathetic bitch, and don’t you dare let a single drop hit the floor.” 

I started to swallow as he stood there groaning, telling me I was going to be his top money-making ho until every cent was accounted for. I gave in to this life because the cravings for cocaine was the only thing I had left. I am his obedient, desperate bottom girl, and I’ll take every bit of him until I’m completely drained.

Taboo Phonesex is Simply More Enjoyable

taboo phonesexTaboo phonesex I find to be the best kind of phone sex. The naughtier the better with me. But that’s because I don’t live a vanilla life. I will never live a vanilla life. At one point in time, I thought when my husband bought me from my parents as a teen whore, I might crave a normal family life. But that never happened. I never felt like being normal.

Luckily, I married a man who matches my kinkiness. Since the hubby is close to 30 years older than me, he does show signs of slowing down sexually. But guess what. His mind remains kinky as fuck. He came home last night with a young hooker he picked up from the street. She didn’t look like she could be any older than our youngest adopted daughter. The girl seemed so nervous being in a stranger’s house, but she also seemed quite in awe of everything too.

At first, I thought my husband brought her home to join our hookers for hire. He’s done that in the past. But he brought her home for more than just a job. He wants to adopt her. She ran away from foster care, and she’s been hooking on the streets of LA staying off the radar of pimps, the police and Ice. Her parents apparently were illegals working on a migrant farm when one day they just disappeared. The girl worked on the migrant farm for a few more months until one day she found the courage to run away.

My Husband and I Welcome Any Young Runaway in Our Home

Tragic life. One we could use to our advantage. But first order of business. She needed to earn the money my husband paid her. She called me mommy and she ate my pussy. And I could hear the muffled daddy sounds she made as she slurped on my old man’s old dick. I felt sorry for the girl though. And I wanted to rescue her. Life on the streets seems unsafe for a young girl. Apparently, she never ate pussy before, but I couldn’t tell. She seems like a natural. I came on her face and then my husband came down her throat.

Although we did not feel finished with her, we gave her a rest. In that time, I fed her and let her take a shower. Then my husband and I made her a proposition. Live with us. We don’t need to formally adopt the girl because that would alert people to her whereabouts. We can keep her safe from coyotes, ice, and men who would fuck her then make her disappear. She would become a whore like the rest of the girls in this family, but a very well-paid whore. And a whore who gets to live in a nice house and have her own bedroom and feel safe and loved at night.

Taking Teen Hookers Off the Street Makes Us Money and Seems Altruistic Too

At first, I think she thought we were full of shit. But I showed her a room. I always have a room made up just in case we find a young girl on the streets in need of protection. Although technically, my husband and I are pimps, I look at it differently. We let these girls keep most of their money. And I teach them how to make smart investments with their money.

Our goal is for young girls who come from nothing to have something. Something they earned and worked for. Now my daughters never need to work, but it’s still important to instill in them how to support themselves. And for any young girl, nothing supports them better than the sex industry.

Not only did my husband and I gain a new daughter to play with, but we also found a new whore to rent out. My husband already set her up with a bank account. Will get her to a doctor soon, make sure she’s healthy. And we will enroll her in school too.

Our brothel keeps growing with young sexy prostitutes eager to leave their poor past behind them. Judge us all you want, but we help girls become financially independent and successful in life. And we get girls off the streets and into nice homes. Prostitution will always be the best and quickest way to financial independence for a young girl.