I am a dirty phone sex slut. I have so many sides to me, you might think I have multiple personality disorder. One day I am your submissive whore, the next day I am your size queen GFE. Another day, I am a dirty ass stripper. I have a weakness for money. Who doesn’t right? I love the chance to make easy cash. I was dancing at the Pleasure Palace last night. Monday nights are super busy. I know right? That is rather shocking. I almost always try to dance on Mondays because of the cash I can bring home. Mondays bring in businessmen and out of towners. Lonely hearts come out in droves on Mondays too. I had just finished my number when this guy told me he wanted me in the VIP room. When the owner of the club told me how much he bought the room for, I almost passed out. He paid four times the 4-hour rate, which is $2,000. I get 75% of that and the club gets the rest. I knew he would want to fuck for that rate, but I was surprised when I discovered his fetish. He wanted to lick my ass for four hours. He paid $8,000 to toss my salad. That is the most I have even been paid for a rim job. You want to pay to worship my fine booty, who am I to say no. That is easy fucking money. We changed up positions, but his tongue was always up my ass no matter what the position. He was the biggest brown noser I had ever met. I almost felt bad for taking his money. Almost. Like I said, if you enjoy rim jobs phone sex and have that kind of money, you can tongue fuck my asshole all you want. What is your dirty fetish?
Category: Prostitution Phone Sex
Phone Sex Stripper with a Booty to Worship
Playing with My Wet Bald Pussy in Da Club
I love playing with my wet bald pussy for men at the club. There are just so many small dicked men who come to the club, however. They are paying customers who want the VIP treatment but lack the VIP cock. It is not smart to tell them that their dicks are too small to fuck you. They will get pissed, leave the club and never return. Or, they will give their money to some other stripper slut who doesn’t care that they have a clitty stick. I blame the club. I tell them we are strictly a look and don’t touch kind of club. I point out one of staff and I explain he is an under-cover cop and he would bust us both for prostitution. They believe me every time. I can sell it well. They pay me for some mutual masturbation porn magic. I rub my bald cunt for them, and they stroke their little dicks for me. They pay me well for the privilege of rubbing one out while looking at my hot naked body and from saving them from getting arrested of course. I make money. I preserve the delicate male ego. And, I don’t have to fuck a small dick. Any hot ho can strip, but it takes a girl with class and brains to milk a wallet without ever touching the man’s dick.
Hot ass sex with a daddies P-cock
My new daddy is a complete p-cock freak. I get new daddies frequently. My mom loves her cocks like she loves her ice cream all different kinds. The flavor of the month was a complete freak. I saw him eyeing me the whole time. I knew he was a short-lived boyfriend. They always are. His name was Mark. Mark was making me call him daddy from day one. My new daddy couldn’t help himself. Daddy mark came into my room while mommy was fast asleep. The whole show me yours, and I will show you mines worked. I was in the mood for some hot ass sex. I let Daddy put his P-cock in my slit. I took it like a woman he said. I giggled and told him he wasn’t the first daddy who got acquainted with me.
Valentines with my boss
The last few months have been exciting. My boss and I have gotten close. Unfortunately for his wife, he spent valentines with me. I enjoyed all the lavish gifts he gave me and all the roses. Most of all I was a sucker for the sex I ended up having Hot ass sex in every room in his house. I liked that he sent away his family to a Disney cruise. So sneaky but yet so intelligent. I enjoyed being in their bed and being worshipped and taken out and being shown out too; He says I am the perfect arm candy. My new fling maybe twenty years older than me and also signing my checks but that won’t stop me. I am addicted to silver foxes who know what they want. My cunt is perfect for guys who have a little more experience than the boys my age. Call it Daddy issues if you like but it won’t stop me from getting what I want.
Prostitution Phone Sex for Coke, Lots of Coke
Prostitution phone sex is something I am getting better at. My drug dealer has me turning tricks for my coke now. I was just fucking him and his nephew, but I am using a lot more coke now that my mother lives with us. She is the only one I know who is a bigger coke whore than me. Coke is expensive according to Marcus, so I need to do more than just fuck him. I need to fuck some of his clients and associates too. Men who need a dirty whore to do the things to they can’t do to their wives. Normally, I have only fucked one or two men for him. The other night, he had 12 men lined up for me to fuck. Not all at once either. His house was my whore quarters. He had all the equipment I needed to clean up in between fucks. He bought a case of Summer’s Eve douche for me to rinse my cunt in between fucks. He said I was fucking mostly black men and they don’t do creampies like loser white men. Every guy had 45 mins to do what they wanted to me with 15 minutes for me to clean up. I will do anything for my coke. I have never douched that much in my life, but if his clients wanted a fresh pussy, a fresh pussy they would get. I swear with every fuck, came the biggest cum shot inside me. I got fucked in the ass too. Never douched my asshole, but I did for coke. I got pissed on and spanked too. But like I said, I will do anything for a nice big bag of coke. I am a mommy whore, so why not be a gang bang whore too? I got a good workout, but I got the biggest bag of coke ever. I earned that shit.
Prostitution Phone Sex Pays for My Drugs
Prostitution phone sex? Don’t knock it until you try it, I always say. I am a mommy whore and a druggy slut. I do anything for coke and anything for my boys, so when I find myself in a cash flow situation, I will sell my body for money. My regular drug dealer is down in Mexico. He left with me with a huge stash to get through a couple weeks while he was on a smuggling expedition. The problem was that he underestimated me and mother nature. We had sub arctic temps and my mom, and I went through more coke than usual. The boys were home from school for most of the week because of the weather and we needed our medicine to keep up. When the coke ran out, I went to a few back up dealers but none of them wanted to trade their medicine for my whore pussy. My sons love me coked up. Everyone does. They dressed me in a sluttier than usual outfit and encouraged me to go down town and make some money the old-fashioned way, so I did. I thought I looked hot. I stood out among the other whores. I was older and a red head. I always was a suburban housewife, not a lot lizard skank. I was fucking for coke not smack. I looked better, fresher than the other whores. I was feeling confident. Turns out, I was right to be confident. I fucked 8 guys at $150 a pop. They other whores were jelly. I had the money I needed, no need to push the envelope. If I had stayed much longer, they may have killed me. I went to another dealer covered in cum and bought my first bag of coke with money in ions. Everyone was happy to see me come home with Superbowl supplies. Sex sells, even for a mommy phone sex whore like me.
Short On Rent
Rent is due in a few days and I haven’t close to enough to pay and avoid the possibility of being evicted with my two pageant whore daughters. I had to come up with something quick and figured a visit to the city park with a playground that all the pervs like to gather in and watch the young ones waiting for a stray to take home and play with. Dressed all cute and sexy the girls and I head off to the park as to stalk the stalkers and find one with the bank account to pay well for this young bald pussy with the special kink value of mommy too. It’s always easy to spot them and easier to catch their eye and lure them into my twisted web blackmail, seduction and money.
GFE Phone Sex: Two Dads I’d Love to Fuck
I love being a gfe phone sex slut. I am naturally submissive, so it is in my nature to please men, especially older men. One of my best friend’s called me for helped over the weekend. It wasn’t for her, but for her dad. He needed some pretty women who could class themselves up for a charity event he was hosting to fund a Christmas food bank. Her dad is a total DILF. I have crushed on him since before I was legal age. I just needed to wear a white shirt and black skirt and help solicit donations. I agreed because she is my best friend, her dad is hot and as a stripper and a phone sex whore, I know how to make men feel special, so they will write those checks. Layla and I worked the crowd like high priced call girls. We were raking in the donations for her father’s charity endeavor. I wanted to impress my friend’s daddy. Handsome, sophisticated older men have always been my weakness. Before I had a chance to make my move on her dad, however, another hot DILF approached me. He had an offer I couldn’t refuse. Now, he was handsome too, but I was not as attracted to him. My dilemma was that he was offering me a sizeable donation for a night of fucking. Is it really escorting if it is for charity? It wasn’t like I was keeping the money. I thought, I could have my cake and eat it too. I could fuck this handsome stranger for his large check, present to my friend’s dad and get a fuck thank you. I realize that makes me a slut, but I am okay with that. I had hot ass sex with two older men in 24 hours. Both men made me cum so hard. Both men I hope to fuck again very soon. I am going to be double dipping DILFs.
Little Piss Whores
“Do your girls like piss play?” is what the text said. I have to say it took me a little bit off guard since I have no clue who the hell the text was from. I immediately asked the girls if they were talking to anybody about our special family time activities. They all said no. I decided that I would just ignore the text, pretend I never received it. Better safe than sorry. Then at around three in the morning a bunch of texts came in asking the same question. I really did start to freak out, I was thinking someone was fucking about and new things which could get me into a shit load of trouble.
I texted back, “No. Leave me alone.” The next text was a sorry for bothering me, then I never did get another one. Problems adverted. I thought all was well and I actually forgot about it. That is until my dealer came banging on my door. He wasn’t happy, he was clearly angry and I had no idea why. He had come to my house one other time, when I had ripped him off and he took his anger out by beating the fuck out of me.
He was mad because he had told one of his good friends about me and my girls. He gave his friend my number, that is who had been texting me. He said that now his friend thought he was just full of shit. How the hell was I supposed to know who that is who it was. He told me to get on my phone and text back that yes my girls did play like that, and he was going to wait until we could all get ready then take us there himself. He calmed down after a bit but I have to admit I was scared for a little while because he is a huge man, and strong.
We got dropped off, ushered inside to a room where there was plastic all over the floor. My girls and I were told to strip. As we were doing so I saw my Dealer taking money from his “friend”, that bastard was pimping us out! If he would of told me that I would of been okay, but he didn’t, plus he wasn’t sharing that shit. Now it was my turn to get mad, I wanted to leave but before I could say one word my little girl was being pissed on in the corner of the room. One by one a shower of piss was sprayed on my girls and I. We were soaked! In between the piss play there was fucking. When the party was over we were not even showered before we were kicked out onto the street. We made our way home. I was fuming at what had happened about that money, but when I got to our door there was a package. I sent the girls to get their bath, I took the package into my bedroom and opened it. It was full of all the yummy shit I love, and a few bills. As I was getting in the shower the anger had gone completely away because I was wasted and I just didn’t care any more.













