My phone sex line is for men who like extreme age play. It is also for guys who enjoy a nasty mommy. I’m not your typical stay at home mother. I love my little ones, but I am of the philosophy that they belong to me. They are my property, therefore I get to use them how I want. My middle boy is rather androgynous looking. Blonde little Thor. The P men go crazy over him. And, I spot them a mile away too. Over the weekend we were at the library. Not for reasons you think. I don’t do books. I do, however, do wealthy perverts with a penchant for little boys. Those kind of guys hunt for little ones at places they frequent like public libraries. I let my little stud roam about and watched from a distance as the men gravitated to him. I am pretty good at picking out the wealthy ones too. My little angel always reels in the big fish. I waited awhile as my boy worked his charm on a potential patron. My boy knows how to cock tease. Actually, all my brats do. I taught them well. After about 20 minutes, I joined in much to his chagrin. He made up some story as to why he was talking to my young son. I pointed out the wood in his pants and calmly said, “Let’s talk numbers.” His eyes got big with disbelief, but we settled on a very nice sum. We met him later at this no tell motel I have on retainer, exchanged money for sex with my son. This guy was old and not attractive, but his wallet made up for that. Sometimes we have to take one for the team. I rewarded my son handsomely with a trip to Toys R US and some playtime with mommy’s pussy. My little ones are all hookers for hire for the right price.
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My Phone Sex Line: My Little Ones are Hookers for Hire for the Right Price
Gangbang Whore Loves Filthy Fun
A used up gangbang whore is all I am, and cock is my addiction. This oral fixation has led me into the life of a filthy whore doing live phone sex. My career as a prostitute has me hitting new lows in humiliation and degradation.
So, I can be the slut for furry friends phone sex or the center of your bukkake fest, just use me. My favorite fun is stroking a furry shaft and watching that red rocket launch! I admit I do enjoy taking that furry cock and sucking that rocket until it spurts. My first experience was with one of my Johns who got off on degrading me. He would make me a little subservient bitch, and well, he paid well.
So what kind of filthy whore do you need?
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.
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!
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.
No Taboo Phone Sex Fun
No taboo phone sex is all I offer. I am not a vanilla soccer mom. Hell, I am no soccer mom. I’m just a dirty P mommy whore. I was feeling extra dominant the other day so I called this company that I know that specializes in really young models. Really it is just a front for Lolita prostitution. They are sex slave girls, runaways, poor girls from bad neighborhoods who come to your place with a chaperone who could care less about what you do to the girl as long as she gets paid. These girls aren’t models, they are whores. Young whores, the best kind of whores. When my cute little white barely teen girl arrived in her baby doll, I had her twirl around so I could see just what I purchased. I gave the money to her handler, and I ogled my goods. Budding breasts, peach fuzz barely noticeable on her pussy, lean, tight body. Any man’s wet teen dream. That night, however, she was mine. I made her worship my cum filled cunt for hours. Pretty sure if I had not let her up for air, I could have drowned her in my pussy juice. I also made her tongue my well fucked asshole too. If she didn’t like the taste of cum before, she certainly did now. Once the feel of dehydration waffled over me, I switched gears. I put on my strap on so I could fuck her young tight holes. I have my own small army of fuck toys, but none of them are virgins anymore. Daddy and I took care of popping those cherries when they were younger than this teen whore. I requested a virgin. From the cherry tinged girl juice on my dildo and the cries of pain, I would say they granted my request. Money really can buy you happiness. I love taking a young girl’s virginity. Do you?
Cum dumpster called Melanie
As I was painting myself up, to go out to my corner, over a week ago my pimp busted in my place. He started screaming about me not paying him all he deserved. He slapped me around real hard. I have bruises now. He is damaging his goods and isn’t gonna get any money that way.
Well after all the yelling and hitting he left. Came back to apologize a few days ago, and acts all sweet. Brought me make up and candy and all that crap. I forgave him. Then he tells me he wants to pay for a night with me and I can keep all the money. I think bullshit but ok why not.
Last night rolls around he asked for a full night from like 4pm until 8am. That is the craziest I have ever seen a man ask for. Well he takes me to the movies to dinner all that nice shit. He want a real girlfriend experience so I gave it to him. Well he takes me back to his place and he gets me a glass of wine. We sit and drink and talk, we watch some show he likes.
Finally we go to the bedroom and he asks to go all soft and sweet. We are enjoying each other, he is moaning so am I. We are feeling each other. I cumming he’s cumming, it was amazing. Well I wake up this morning and it is 6am. He still has two hours left. He used them. He used them like I was hoping he would last night.
He throws me into his shower and while we are getting cleaned up he is fucking me hard and raw. We keep going, he carries me out of the shower. Ties me to his bed and fucks me so hard my pussy is dripping everywhere with his cum and mine. We went for those two hours. Oh my god, he was amazing. The end comes, he throws my money at me as I lay on the bed. He tells me to get dressed and leave. This man fucked me so hard I literally could not stand up. I tried and I fell. He just paid to use me for five more days. I can’t wait!