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My Sexline Can Lead to Family Orgies
My sexline operates as a party line too. Guys ask me all the time what I talk about with a guy for six hours. Usually, the same thing repeatedly because they’re on cocaine. Not all my long collars are party guys. But some are. That’s OK by me. I don’t judge.
The other day I got on a call with a party guy. But he invited me into his threesome. That marked a first. Now I have talked to men and their mistresses and men and their hired whores. And even a few with their wives. However, I never listened to a man while, he fucked two women. I wondered in awe about how he could focus on two young women and talk to me too. Can I admit I found it all kind of hot. It felt like true orgy phone sex. One man, my husband’s age, two girls my middle daughter’s age and me.
The girls seemed like coed escorts. He paid them each $5000 to hang out in his hotel suite with him. So, I figured if he could pay $10,000 for a threesome talking to me for six hours seemed like a drop in the bucket. But I got so worked up that once the call concluded, I slipped my husband a Viagra and asked my oldest son to come visit. I wanted my own threesome.
Sometimes Life Imitates Art
However, my threesome got a little bit bigger. My middle son and my youngest son are home, at least for another two weeks, before college starts. They wanted to join their brother, and their father. The Viagra took a bit to kick in for my husband, so he watched me enjoy all three of our sons at once. One in my pussy, one in my ass and another in my mouth. Brought back memories of when they were all teenagers. Things like this happened all the time back then.
My caller inspired me. And it felt so good to enjoy all three of my sons’ cocks in me at once. I looked over at my husband and realized our youngest daughter was sucking his cock. I guess I got lost in this sensation of three cocks in me at once that I didn’t even notice that she came in and decided to join the fun.
Anything can happen on my phone sex line. Sometimes you guys inspire my sex life and sometimes I inspire yours. That’s the beauty about phone sex. We can talk about anything and we can do anything. So, who wants to influence my sex life next?
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Cum Dumpster Zahara Gets Blackmailed
I was half-asleep when the bedroom door slammed open. Mike stood there- huge white cock tenting his sweats, practically pointing straight at me- grinning like he owned the place. My heart slammed against my ribs and my traitorous pussy clenches in anticipation. I know why he’s here, so I don’t even ask.
“You sure he’ll be gone for a while? I’m not trynna fight your nigga tonight.” He’s already pushing down his pants and kicking off his shoes, so I just nod. He makes quick work of his crewneck and his hand wraps around his cock just below the fat, mushroom head. Precum leaks out the tip. “Good. Come clean me up, slut.”
“What if I changed my mind?”
Mike doesn’t respond, he just grins wickedly and grabs his phone from his pocket. He taps at the screen and my voice comes out the speaker, begging him for a couple extra grams last week. “I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, Mike, please!!”
I try to pull the blanket up, but he rips it off, leaving me naked. “And you’re all ready for me. Now get on your knees and open that fucking mouth.” My face burned, but I slid down. His thick cock slapped my cheek before he shoved it past my lips. “And suck it like you mean it, slut.”
I gag as he fucks my throat, spit dripping down my chin onto my tits. He holds my head and humps harder. “That’s it, choke on that fucking dick.” My jaw aches and my eyes water at the brutal assault, I sputter and choke as my nose is pressed deeper into his pelvis while he shoot his load straight through my esophagus. Mike groans, pulling out of my mouth with a wet plop and wastes no time dragging me onto the bed.
I land on my stomach and without warning, he rams his cock in my pussy and starts fucking away. He pounds me deep, balls slapping my clit with every thrust. My sloppy pussy sucks at his big dick with every plunge, like it’s trying to hold him inside. “Fuck I knew this nigger pussy would milk me like this!” he shouts, dumping another load inside my throbbing pussy. He must be high to cum this quick twice and still feel rock solid inside me.
After a few minutes he pulls out and presses the head of his dick against my asshole. “No, please-” I try, but it’s too late. He forces every inch into my ass while I scream into the pillow. “Gonna fill every little fuckhole with cum tonight.” Every thrust feels like he’s scrambling my insides. His balls slap against my pussy, splattering my juices all over our thighs. He spreads my ass cheeks wide so he can watch as he pumps the last load of his jizz straight into my wrecked hole.
Hours later I woke to wet, rhythmic sounds. Mike was lying right next to me in my bed, phone in one hand, cock in the other. The screen showed him railing me from behind, my face twisted in pain and pleasure. He groaned as he watched himself destroy my ass on video, stroking faster. “Morning, cumdump. Thought you’d like to hear how good you sounded getting blackmailed and bred.”
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Druggy phone sex gets me by every day. As the coke courses through my veins, I feel an intense heat spreading between my legs. My cunt is on fire with desire, and all I can think about is getting fucked hard. My trailer trash uniform of cut-off shorts and a tight tank top barely contain my assets as they jiggle excitedly in anticipation.
I strut over to Damon, leaning into him seductively as I run my fingers through his hair. His hard dick presses against me, making me moan in delight. “You’re such a big boy,” I purr, wrapping one hand around him and stroking up and down his shaft while sucking on his neck hungrily. “Gonna fill this dirty whore up with your cum.”
Without further ado, I bend over the nearest surface – be it a chair or countertop doesn’t matter – presenting myself to Damon for some rough sex action. He grabs hold of my hips firmly before slamming into me hard enough to make stars explode behind my eyelids. The friction feels incredible; every thrust sends shockwaves straight to my core where they ripple outward in delicious waves of pleasure/pain mixed together perfectly by the drugs coursing through our systems like electricity powering up an engine ready for takeoff!
As we fuck furiously against each other under cover darkness provided only by dim light bulbs hanging overhead casting eerie shadows across our bodies intertwined like tangled vines growing wild amidst decayed urban ruins left abandoned
As we continue to fuck furiously, I can feel Damon’s cock pounding into me harder and harder. My cunt is stretched wide around him, taking every inch of his thick shaft as he slams into me over and over again. The friction is building up inside me, making my muscles clench and release in rhythmic waves.
I reach down between my legs and start rubbing my clit, feeling the sensitive nub swell under my touch. Damon groans in response, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he senses how close I am to coming.
Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure washes over me and I let out a loud moan as I cum hard around Damon’s cock. He grunts in response, his hips jerking wildly as he unloads deep inside me.
As we both collapse onto the floor, exhausted but still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, I look up at Damon with a sly grin. “That was just the beginning,” I whisper seductively before leaning forward to take his softening dick back into my mouth.
Damon groans in delight as I suck him back to hardness, ready for round two…
Hookers for Hire Make Bank When They Young
Hookers for hire can always make money even in a challenging economy. My home brothel stays busy. But of course, the average working man is not our clientele. The average man couldn’t afford our Lolita sluts. When you can offer men something they can’t easily get, you can charge more for it.
My middle daughter goes to college and she’s home for the summer. She joined a sorority and she’s made friends with girls who want to make money. Now because my daughter is in college, her sorority friends are legal age. But they’re fucking hot as hell.
Some of them do cam work. Some do the sugar baby thing. And some fund college through only fans. However, all those girls are struggling to make money. Men pay well for hot women. But they need to be on the right platform to make big bucks. Only fans seem saturated with sorority girls fucking themselves with a dildo. Hard to stand out.
It’s Tough for College Girls to Make Money on Only Fans Anymore
So, I told my daughter to invite some of her sorority sisters to work for us this summer. They could make enough money so that they would not need to worry about posting daily content to make a few hundred extra a week. And many girls decided to join us. Although they can’t command the same amount of money that our Lolita sluts can, they can still earn more money than they can doing only fans or even can work.
Last night, I joined my middle daughter and two of her sorority sisters for an all-night party in a mansion. This man has Michael Jackson money. In fact, he lives in the same Santa Barbara neighborhood as the Neverland Ranch. Because of his wealth, he paid us $10,000 each to party and play.
Unlike a lot of our home brothel clients, he prefers college girls versus Lolita sluts. And I let the girls keep most of that money. My husband takes $1000 for arranging the date. Perhaps you could call him a benevolent pimp. But he does believe in women having their own money. And for the sorority girls, $10,000 for one night is more than they can make in three months.
The Big Bucks are Made Escorting to the Elite Men
Plenty of legal ways for women to monetize their bodies exists. But the key is to work smarter, not harder. Since my husband values education, he wants these women, including our daughter, to focus on school when it’s in session. And let’s face it, a summer job as a high-end escort beats working at McDonald’s any day.
This mansion we partied at included a trampoline room. And that seems like first. But we all jumped on that trampoline together naked with tits bouncing in our faces as our client jacked off. I think it was sort of like foreplay for him. We did some coke with him, but he did most of the coke. I taught the new girls how to act like they’re doing coke just in case they didn’t want to party. But when in Rome. They all wanted to party.
So, we partied, fucked, and even played together. Nothing more I enjoy than eating a hot teen phone sex slut’s bald pussy. I think our client liked that the most. He’s an older gentleman like my husband. And sometimes watching works better than Viagra.
These girls seemed impressed by such a high-end client and the money they made. He tipped us too and very handsomely I might add. But I think I sold my daughter’s sorority sisters on being part of a very elite home brothel for the summer. This way they can focus on college when they return to school in the fall. Focus on cocks for the summer and books for the Fall.

















