Hooker phone sex is a thing. I consider myself a phone whore. I mean you are paying to talk to a dirty milf. I willingly drain your wallet too. I am not all about the Benjamins though. I love to fuck. I have been fucking men for money since before I can remember. I grew up to marry a rich man. I do not have to hook still, but I like it. I think if I want to sell my body, I should be able too. It is not like I went to college and have many ways to be a contributing member of society. Sex sells. Men pay for me one way or another. I will hook until I die because it is in my blood. I do not need to hook on the streets, but both me and my husband get some perverse pleasure out of it. I mean I live in a gated community. I am not wondering where I am going to sleep, like most streetwalkers.
Last night, we went to LA so I could hook on the street corner like an old-school prostitute. My husband posed as my pimp. Mostly younger women, and shemales. Many young girls like me once upon a time, LOL. My husband and I have recruited whores for our home of hookers for hire from this very street corner. I hustled too last night. Every car that came up to me, I worked in my favor. I gave about 20 blowjobs. I love sucking cock. And I swallow every time too. Several men paid to fuck my ass. My wet shaved pussy took care of about another 20 guys. I was a cum dump. I did not make as much money as I would with one of my husband’s rich clients, but sometimes it is good to get dirty, to remember your roots. I felt bad for the young Lolita sluts hustling. They just could not compete with a trashy milf who has been hustling all her life. We dived up the money I made and split it among the other whores hustling. Whores can be charitable too.
