Tag: Prostitution Phone Sex

Panty Domination

ethnic phone sex alanzaI watched his dick get hard while he watched me smell my panties full of hot Latin cum. Sticking my tongue out I licked the creamy juice up until there was nothing left to do but suck the material into my mouth. Moaning he watched in agony rubbing his cock through his jeans. I could see the pre-cum soaking the material of his pants. He knows I am the dominant one here and he can’t do a fucking thing with out my permission. He also knows he is lucky that I am letting him rub his cock through his jeans. I enjoy the agony he is going through, it makes me wetter then ever,  Smiling I nod at him and he knows that means to pull that monster cock out and start stroking that fucker for me. I lay back on the couch, legs open so he can see the light brown folds of my Latin cunt and make him watch me shove my panties inside my self while he jerks his dick harder and faster for me. Pulling my panties out of my snatch slowly his fevered pitch increases and I shake my head “no” indicating that he is not allowed to shoot that load just yet. I can see his balls are tight and ready to explode but in obedience he slows the pace teasing the glossy head that is covered in his juices. I walk over and slap the head of his cock hard, he winces in pain and I give him permission to shoot that load in my open and waiting mouth.  He will pay a pretty penny for the panties that I just teased him with.

Sex Slaves for Super Bowl Sunday

prostitution phone sex incest mommyDid you know that the Super Bowl is the the single largest human trafficking incident in the United States? The influx of fans, combined with the increased amount of drugs and alcohol consumed, equals the optimal breeding ground for pimps wanting to expand their wallets. The sheer number of men looking to pay for sex sky rockets this Sunday. And not just in the host city. I plan to take advantage of this phenomenon. I have been preparing for this day for weeks now with online ads, the right array of sex slaves to attract the big spenders, and converting my home into a whore house. While my hubby and his friends are getting drunk watching tight ends and Katy Perry’s boobs at half time, men will be violating the tight ends and cumming on the boobs of his family members.

I have a room set up for extreme BDSM with all the equipment a master could ever need to put a bitch in her place. Whips, collars, spreader bars, muzzles, suspension equipment, binders, gags, restraints, floggers… Even have a variety of medical fetish supplies like speculums, urethral sounds, clamps, enema bags and pinwheels for the darker clients. For the right price, a client can do whatever sick, twisted thing he wants to my teens, my little nieces, even myself. I know there are a lot of perverts out there that will pay top dollar to torture some hot flesh. Pain is such a turn on.

drugs phone sex dirty teen whoreThen I have a room set up like a doll house for those gentlemen who want to purchase the virginity of a little one. Complete with toys, Benadryl cocktails, camera equipment and a bunch of sheet sets to change when get bloody. Young tight innocent flesh sells for a premium dollar and I would be stupid not to capitalize on that. Luckily, I have my young niece and her little friends staying the weekend. I can easily pimp out each girl 20 or 30 times in the day; although the client who gets each pussy first, pays the most for the privilege of busting those little cherries. My sons’ asses are up for auction too. Something for everyone!

My final room is for the more vanilla guy. Those just wanting straight up sex. My sister and myself, along with my teen step daughter, will be offering horny men the girlfriend experience. Fuck our asses, skull fuck our mouths, jizz on our faces… you know, do all the things wives and girlfriends won’t do.

Super Bowl Sunday is all about sex and drugs to me. I whore out my family members, as well as myself, and earn party funds. Sex sells. And it sells more on Super Bowl Sunday. So while many of you are actually watching the game, I will be lining my pockets with the world’s oldest profession. What good are little ones if we can’t profit off of them?

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Glenda’s Big Tit Photos Lead to an Escort Job

big tit photos BBW slutI know I have big tits. They have been bringing me all sorts of attention and privileges since I was  a school girl with DDs. But the other day was the first time, someone, well a complete stranger, paid me to pose for some big tit photos. He offered me $500 cash to just snap a few pictures of my big natural boobies with his camera phone.  Apparently he is a breast man. I thought it kind of sexy that a random stranger would pay me money to show him my tits.

I gave him a little striptease show right there at the park! I felt like such an exhibitionist. I was enjoying posing for him, playing with my boobs as he snapped pics. When he was done, he gave me his business card. Turns out he is owns an escort service. I never really thought that a chubby girl like me could be an escort. I figured all escorts look like porn stars.  He told me he was building his fuller figured selection of girls. Apparently many guys request chubby cuties and he doesn’t have enough to meet  the demand.

I know what an escort does. I never thought of myself as the type to fuck for money, but he said I could easily make a couple grand a day, maybe more, plus get wined and dined at the best places. Not going to lie, my pussy got wet just thinking about being a full figured escort.

How much would you pay for an evening with me? I have no taboos, love to fuck and I can take big cock in any of my holes!

Prostitution Phone Sex with Mommy Blair: I’m a Whore for Candy

prostitution phone sex mommy incestThis is the only real job I have, and although I make good money, it is not enough to support my  drug habit. I am fond of that devil’s dust.  When my son was younger, I was a bad bad mommy. I needed my medicine. My husband had cut off my allowance, and I had not yet discovered  the joys of phone sex. A man I knew, with a penchant for young boys, made me a very sweet deal. He offered me a huge amount of money to violate my baby boy’s ass. I’d been fucked in the ass, it was nothing. I just told my son he was going to spend the night with Uncle Joe and that he had to be a very good boy and play whatever games Uncle Joe wanted to play!

Yes, I pimped out my son’s virgin ass for drugs. Wouldn’t be the last time either. I mean he owed me. I took care of him, provided for him, let him eat my pussy, even played with his little pee pee. He didn’t seem to mind. He liked pleasing his mommy, and he enjoyed his mommy high because mommy didn’t care who she fucked. I was so much more fun for him and his little schoolmates when I was high. My baby boy grew up and turned the tables on me. He now pimps me out. But not for drugs or even money, for humiliation.

He likes to see his classy soccer mom turning tricks on the corner. I am a dirty druggie mommy he will tell me. He controls my purse strings, so if I want my medicine, I have to do whatever he wants. Sometimes he will give me a little bump, sometimes a gram or two, sometimes nothing at all. Since I never know what if anything I might get, I of course put on a slutty outfit and take my ass to the curb to troll for johns. I have noticed that the more money I bring him, the more likely I am to get some party favors.  So, I whore myself out. Let strangers do whatever the fuck they want to me, no matter how perverse, for the off chance my son may let me party.

I’m a phone whore and a real life whore. I will do anything a man wants. Get me high, and I will let you do whatever you want to me too.

 

I Couldn’t Believe It

I did it again, spent all my money partying the other night. I called every dick in town that usually pays for pussy or head to make some money and every one is tapped the fuck out. I even called a gay chick I know that will pay me to knock the bottom out of that ass with my big black strap on. So I broke down and looked in the paper to see if I could get a quick gig somewhere and make some cash. I found an ad for someone that wanted help cleaning before the holidays. I set up the interview and headed over for the job. The chick was a homely as hell woman but she had a nice house so I knew she had money. The first thing she wanted me to do was to clean the guest bed room. She gave me the cleaning supplies and sent me on my way. I was deep into cleaning with my head phones on when I felt someone behind me. When I turned around and saw him the old feelings came rushing back and my pussy was instantly wet. It was my old flame and he still looked hot as fucking hell. It seems he has done pretty damned good for himself other then the homely chick he married. He grabbed my ass and started kissing me hard and I could feel his cock growing against my stomach. I knew what was coming the sex would be hot and heavy, he would spank my ass and make me squirt all over his cock. Nether of us cared that she was home and could walk in at any minute, all we cared about was the raw fucking that we both loved! He didn’t even notice the cell phone recording on the dresser. I will be using that later for a good fuck and money!

Selling My Backdoor Pussy

I remember the first time I had sex for money. I never intended to be an escort,  but I was wanting money for my gender reassignment surgery. When I was younger I wanted to be all girl. I was not yet comfortable with my duality; with being the best of both worlds. I had some boobs thanks to the help of hormones, and long beautiful hair. I did my nails and toes, perfected my makeup, wore beautiful girly clothes. I certainly looked the part. Craigslist still had adult listings then, so I took out an ad as a barely legal college coed auctioning off her “backdoor pussy.”  I made it sound like I was all girl and wanting to sell the pleasure of popping my anal cherry. My ass is my pussy. I was just shy of legal and the boy in me was not a virgin, but the girl in me most certainly was. I was amazed how many guys jumped at the opportunity to fuck my ass for the first time. And offer good money.

The guy that offered the most was obese and rather unattractive, so I went with this Latin Lothario. Tall, dark, handsome, hung and loaded. Young for the amount of money he had. I didn’t ask what he did for a living. All I cared about was that he was gonna pay $10,000 cash to fuck my ass for the first time. I felt like Brooke Shields in “Pretty Baby.”  I was nervous. This was dangerous for lots of reasons. First I was fucking a stranger who could kill me. Second, I was duping him into thinking I was a barely legal teen girl. I met him in a hotel lobby for drinks first. I slipped him some X hoping he would be so high by the time we got to the room he might not notice my cock. We started making out in the elevator. It was a struggle to keep him out of my panties. No way was I gonna let him discover my cock before I got my money.

I went down on him first. Got him good and hard and convinced him the best way to do this was to just force his cock in my ass nice and quick. I laid on my stomach to hide my throbbing cock, spread my ass and told him to take my backdoor pussy. He rammed it in as instructed. He said it was the tightest hole he had ever fucked. He came almost instantly in my ass. It hurt like hell and I bled, but it was over quick  and I had $10,000 cash. I felt a bit guilty, but I now know that if a guy wants to pay for a virgin, well  I should take the money and run. I sold my backdoor pussy a dozen more times and amounted enough money for a sex change operation. But, the last guy who bought my virgin ass, discovered my secret. He was actually so turned on, he paid me more to suck my cock too. He had never been with a shemale and he told me I was the best of both worlds and I should never change.

Well, I didn’t. I just  worked on being the best, the sexiest shemale around. Now when I escort, I get big bucks for being the best of both worlds and I hide nothing. I bet you would pay for the privilege of being with a hot tranny.

Prostitution Phone Sex with Sheila: Alley Whore

I was in downtown LA, East Compton to be exact. Not the best part of town, but my car broke down and I had no cell reception. I started to hoof it and see if I could find a payphone, if they even existed any more. I was pretty scantily clad as I was on my way to meet my step sons for some good old fashioned afternoon delight. Out of nowhere comes some guy around a corner and pushes me to the ground stealing my purse. I’m in the middle of a bad neighborhood with no identity, no phone, no keys, no money. I was starting to panic a bit. No cops in sight. How was I going to get out of the hood. The old fashioned way that was how.

I started flashing cars as they passed by. Thinking I could get someone to pull over for a fuck up against the alley wall. I had a bit of trouble at first. Flashing my big boobs seemed to just  get honks and yells. WTF? I am a fine big ass bootylicious MILF in the hood. Certainly someone had some money for a quick fuck or tug and gurgle. Finally this young guy in an El Camino yelled, “How much?” I walked up to his car and said $75 bucks for a 15 minute fuck in the alley. I was all prepared to Blue Light Special myself as I was desperate and $50 would get me a cab, but he agreed.  He parked the car and we ducked into the alley.

I love fucking, but honestly I have never taken money to fuck nor I have fucked in an alley with dumpsters around me and the stench of garbage. But, I lucked out. There was an old couch by one of the dumpsters. Probably disgusting and disease ridden but beggars can’t be choosers. It was better than fucking against a graffiti riddled alley wall with broken glass under my feet. I told my John he had to be on the bottom. I would ride him hard reverse cowgirl, but my ass was not touching that couch. I just thought about seeing my step sons soon and fucked the hell out of that guy. Even let him cum inside me. I was such a filthy whore prostituting myself in an alley in broad daylight. Kind of turned me on being that desperate, that depraved. Had me wondering if I could have a good side career as an alley whore. Something sexy about being an upper class gal fucking in a dirty alley for $75.

My John paid me, and even tipped me and when I explained my situation he offered to take me home and call AAA for me. So, he paid me for sex, fucked me in an alley and was a complete gentleman? My first day as a professional whore was going pretty darn well. I think I may have found my calling. There is something hot and taboo about being paid to fuck.

Diamonds and Pearls: Roleplay Phone Sex

My boss told me that there was a guy who wanted a little role play action and he’d give me money plus some coke.  Of course, I was interested!  The only thing was that I had to wear classy clothes and pearls and shit.  I was supposed to try to look like his young, dead wife.  Anyway, I didn’t give a fuck.  I dressed up and headed over to his mansion. When I got there, he offered me some brandy and gave me a script to read while he went off to do something else.  It was a friggin’ character portrait that he gave me; but, hell, whatever.  I could be this chick for a few hours.  The brandy warmed me and I kept drinking until he returned. 

But, this time, he wasn’t alone; there was a large black guy with him.  He was dressed nicely; but, from his build, he looked like he worked out in the yard for a living.  The old man then told me that I was going to be fucked by Robert, the black main standing there.  The old man leaned toward me and whispered, “He has a very big cock.” He looked at both of us and clapped his hands.  “Take your places,” he said with gusto. 

I sat down on the chair, crossing my legs; and, Robert came in.  He had already rehearsed his lines and knew them by heart.  He said that he was sorry to disturb “the lady of the house” and blah blah.  I reassured him.  And, apparently knowing the script better than me, he began ripping off my clothes.  The elderly man’s breathing intensified and we both could hear it, feet away from his chair. 

He slammed me down on the plush fabric and tore my bra from my breasts.  I asked him what he thought he was doing, and I even called for help.  I thought I was doing well.  Then, I heard the old man huff, “Fuck her!”  I almost laughed, but before I knew it, the man had his big, thick, black cock in my pussy.  I actually think that I said, “Ouch!”  I braced myself and kept thinking about the coke that I was going to score.  Finally, the enormous cock exploded inside of my pussy; and, I grimaced as he removed himself from my throbbing hole.  What a fucking crackpot, I thought, as he left the room; someone else delivered what we had been promised.  I put my clothes back on, collected my money and coke, and got the hell out of there. 

Backfield in Motion

I don’t hate football season, but sometimes I get tired of hearing about it…and it keeps guys away from the strip club.  So, instead of trying to avoid football this year, I decided to embrace it as much as possible.  I started my own little jar where guys could guess the final scores of every game; and, those who guessed ‘spot on’ were going to be rewarded with a free visit to the V.I.P. room.  The trick was that they had to pay to enter; I double-charged them my normal rate for lap dances, but they didn’t seem to mind.  My first winner was an older guy, husky and smelled of whiskey and cigars.  He kinda reminded me of my grandfather…when I was little.  He got the normal slaps on the back and then followed me to the V.I.P. area.  First, he wanted me to jump around in my cheer-leading uniform, yelling for his old football team.  Apparently, he had been a football stud (according to him).  Then, he fell further into the couch and slapped his knees; by the bulge between his legs, I knew where he wanted my attention.  I crawled on top of him and he started calling me “Mary Anne,” his school sweetheart.  I didn’t really care; I just played along. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Mary Anne,” he said, “but I really want to make love to you.”  I begged him to enter me, trying to sound like someone out of a 1960s film.  He gently slid his cock inside of me and told me how warm and tight I was; he was actually pretty sweet, I thought, even though calling me someone else’s name was a little creepy.  “Now, you know what I want to do, Mary Anne,” he said.  I was confused.  “I want to play in the backfield.  You know that’s my favorite.”  I understood and got on my knees while he spread my ass cheeks apart and spit in my asshole.  He spanked my buttocks and I jumped; he reassured me that I always liked it.  Pushing inside my tight ass, he shoved every inch of his manhood inside of my thin anal walls.  He was thick and stiff; and, as he pumped inisde of me, he continued to tell me that he had won every football game for me.  Only for me.  I tried not to bust out in laughter.  And, after he came inside of my ass, I turned around to suck his cock.  He kissed me on the forehead and told me that his Mary Anne would never do that.  As he left the room, I could hear his voice shouting, “Touch down!”  Whether the football team had scored or not, I have no clue; but, at least I had one happy customer and a wad of cash!

Fucking Machine

Every so often, I’ll look at the classifieds.  My most recent focus was to find an entertainment system to replace the one that got distroyed during a party last weekend.  Well, I found the perfect one that I wanted; it matched and everything.  The only problem was that I needed a couple of extra hundred dollars.  I kept looking through the classifieds and was struck by one entry in particular: “Nice burbs couple looking for 1 healthy young girl for 1 hour. Pays $500.  Discretion req’d.”  I talked to the husband on the phone, and it seemed safe enough…plus, he sounded very friendly.

When I arrived, he and his wife were waiting behind the door.  They looked like any normal couple and were in their early 40s, I guessed.  They brought me into the living room and showed me a contraption…it was a huge machine, about five-feet long, with a dildo on the end of it!  I was shocked.  The man explained that he had bought the contraption for his wife, but she was afraid to use it.  And, that’s where I came in: he was going to experiment with the machine on me while the wife watched!  I blinked in shock; but, I was kind of getting excited! 

I sat on their nice, white sofa after de-robing; and, watched as the husband put a condom on the dildo…then lube.  I smiled at him, although I was a little self-conscious about being totally naked in front of strangers.  I tried to position my body so that the dildo was aimed at my crotch.  I crunched my toes into the couch and prepared myself; the machine did look a little scary, but I knew my pussy was getting wet after staring at it. 

He started it up; and it moved really gently inside of me.  Then, he asked if he could speed it up; I nodded.  It started ramming me until it was at full speed.  I was breathless because of the pounding!  I continued to squirt, my juices shooting over the coffee table.  And the wife, her arms previously crossed, was becoming enthralled.  I leaned my head back and came so many times that I felt like my body wasn’t my own!

My pussy, sore and throbbing, still wanted more; but, the husband stopped the machine.  I could tell the couple was ready to experiment on their own.  But, hey, I was paid a lot to be fucked…and, really well, too!