Accomplice Phone Sex Corruption at the Garden Club

Accomplice Phone Sex

Have I ever mentioned that I hate people? Especially people my own age that don’t have a cock attached to them. Sometimes though, at Daddy’s insistence I have to go and deal… With people. It’s how I found myself at this pretentious gathering of busy bodies with plastic breasts, porcelain smiles, and orange spray tans. Laughing at jokes that aren’t funny and gossiping about things I don’t care about. Waiting for my own turn to add a juicy tidbit to help recruit new, tight, sexy bodies for the club and get new faces. Plus, most of these girls are mothers or grandmothers and their little ones… Those virginity sell for a lot! I almost missed my turn but when I giggled and smiled like a cat in the cream I poured over how my job was amazing. All I did was fuck, help other girls get fucked, and experience nothing but magic and orgasms all day. It paid better than anything I ever dreamed of and the cock was all carefully selected and amazing. I built up the prowess of all of our customers and Daddy. Talked about how I didn’t need a real job, I just had to keep sexy and get paid and how much money I made. How if I didn’t feel like fucking my daughters did and loved it. How much they had already saved and how much they loved all this attention they got. I could tell my bait worked, because the only power more dangerous than desperation was greed and I knew all these women wanted more and more and that they would indeed sell their daughters, their grand daughters, anything to fill those wallets and turn their own little girls into sluts just like their mommies and if they change their mind that’s what contracts and video tapes are for. Daddy owes me  for this though, I have an entire stable of new fillies for him and the men to break in and I am going to have to deal with these mothers for months and months. I want to at least get eaten out by a nice firm man tongue at least. Because, fuck these bitches and I hate dressing up like a pretentious bitch and I fucking even hate this hat… grumble.

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