I got pulled over this morning and I was so sure I would get a huge ticket. I was going too fast but I was in a rush I was so late! The cop was young and kind of sexy so I just unbuttoned my shirt a little more and hoped for the best. He asked me to step out of the car and he patted me down, he didn’t seem to be searching me tho, it was more like he was just rubbing me all over and that’s when I knew I would be getting off with a warning. I turned around and asked him if there was any way I could convince him to not give me a ticket and the bulge in his pants told me what I needed to do. I tried to suck his dick but he wasn’t having it, he pulled me up on the hood of the car and ate my pussy until I was a quivering mess. Then he fucked the shit out of me. It was so good I nearly lost my mind but I definitely didn’t get a ticket.
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Desperate To Breed
I’ll tell you, raising Rugrats is hard! That’s why mine have to earn their keep. Once they come of a certain age, I start to train them. Once they hit another landmark in years, I let them start to earn. There’s nothing I like better than watching my girls following their mama’s footsteps. I started taking them on shifts with me at night once they started bleeding. Where I come from, we say once they start bleeding, they start breeding.
And if that ain’t the truth, then toss me in a pond and call me a toad. It cost them extra to try and put a baby in the belly of my girls, but it’s damn well worth it. That ain’t worked yet, but it’s only a matter of time before some potent little prick comes along and pops his cock deep inside my Mariah, my Havana, or my Lucille. Then, I get to watch ’em get big as a house, their titties filling up with all the milk you can think about. I know when I’m knocked up, I get a hell of a lot hornier than I’ve ever been before in my life.
And even after they deliver, the hormones don’t go away. That’s why I’ve got so many sets of Irish twins. God I can’t wait to watch their sweet, young cunts getting nice and Slick for anyone or anything that happens to give them a passing glance. I see you, I’m watching your eyes light up, and your cock grow hard at the thought of pounding away inside one of their sweet, bald pussies.
Why stop at one? Why not breed them all. And while you’re at it, don’t forget their mama.
Live Phone Sex is a Blast
I love live phone sex calls because anything can happen. I was at the park today watching some teens play. Honestly, I was there to scope out some talent. We can always use more working girls in our home brothel. There was this young girl I recognized. She is a school friend of my middle daughter. Sasha recognized me and came over to the bench I was sitting on. We got to talking and she told me her family was having financial issues. And the kicker, she is pregnant. The hamster in my head was spinning fast. A pregnant teen whore would be in high demand from the perverts my husband knows. Any pervert would love to fuck a jailbait preggo whore. I ran a few things by her. I mean clearly, she knows how to spread her legs. I told her young sexy prostitutes make great money. It is easy to lure in young girls with money. She can make more in a night fucking an old man than she can in a year slinging hash browns at McDonalds. When I told her that, I had her attention. I brought her home to test out the merchandise. She was down to play with a mature woman. She is not showing yet, but when she does, she will be a goldmine for my husband and me. We let girls keep more than half of their earnings. I guess you could say we are benevolent pimps. I was not treated well as a young whore for my parents. It is a miracle I survived. My husband rescued me. He needed a good breeding whore to give me brats for him to play with and pimp out. He treated me well, better than I had ever been treated. That is how you get loyal hoes. You treat them better than anyone ever has. Sasha is my project. Until she starts showing, I am going to spoil her and train her how to be a great whore. Maybe my husband can knock her up too and we can add another little ho to the family.
Cum Eating Phone Sex With A Tranny Twist
Cum eating phone sex is one of my favorites. Forcing Men like Ed to eat his own huge cum load after he inserts a d-cell flashlight or bud light bottle up his ass pretending like I am ass fucking him. In my own life having men eat my cum comes naturally as can be. The red-light district has always been the place for men to pick me up and bring me back to their place to party and experience a real shemale cock.
I love putting on my sexy skirt so my cock can hang free and boosting my tits nice and high. My height often gives away that I am a tranny whore, but still, I put on my stilettos and fishnets and go on the prowl. The night air feels good on my free-swinging lady dick as I light a joint and lean into the lamppost looking for men who need a good ass fucking and can be taught how to suck cock.
I just wouldn’t know what to do if at least one man in a black Lexus didn’t stop me every night looking me in the eyes and telling me he just needs one hour. I am the reason these men are home late for those wives and brats. Men who as soon as we pull in the alley are greedily sucking my cock. They know, they need me. Most of the time they get me within 15 minutes, and I spew my load down greedy gobbling mouths.
Some of the men gargle and spit as they count out a couple of 20’s. And some men do not. My cock is hard thinking about them kissing wives and family with my hot cum on their breath.
No Rent? No Problem
Even after all those shifts at the diner, I knew I wasn’t going to make my rent. When I approached Mr. Peter’s with my proposition, I damn near thought his sexy jaw might truly hit the floor. Instead, his eyes glazed over as he grabbed me by the throat. He slammed me against his office wall. My eyes were crying, but my pussy was screaming for more.
He roughly shoved two fingers in my mouth. I sucked and licked like they were his cock. I didn’t have to wait long. He forced me to my knees, undid his zipper, and pulled out his fat cock. I tried to lean forward to pull his length into my mouth, but he grabbed me by the hair, and held me still.
A small baggie appeared. My mouth began to water. I know coke when I see it. I’m a fucking coke whore deep down in my bones. I needed a bump. Lucky for me, Mr. Peters laid out a line along his length. “Here’s your treat, you fucking trash.” He yanked my head towards him, and I did the line off of his cock.
Nothing else mattered as he filled my mouth; the sharp taste of the powder combined with the heady musk of his cock was too much for me. My sweet pussy was dripping, begging.
He fucked me for hours. I was shocked an older man could go for so long
Most of my trucker clients were one stroke and done. Yet he wanted more and more and more.
“You’re worthless.” He hissed in my ear as he shot his fat load in my hot cunt. I am worthless, just a junkie whore who would blow anyone for a bump. A simple slut who fucks her landlord when she can’t pay her rent.
Mr. Peters ended up selling the building. Know any rooms for rent? I promise I can pay…somehow.