What make a person a whore? Is it a large amount of sexual partners, or maybe the fact that she accepts money for services rendered. Either way, it is the oldest profession in the world, and whether done virtually (phone) or in person, it’s one heck of a job.

Have you ever fucked a Whore?

If you have, would you admit it? I’ve talked to over 3000 people in the last year and only a small handful admit that they have paid for in person sexual services. Most of the ones who have do so because one reason. Menopause. The wife doesn’t give or perform sexual acts and they feel lacking. Though to do not condone cheating, I do understand the need for release. For some women the pause in sex is temporary, but for others, they never feel the need again. Most could regain it with medication, but as I have witnessed, most take it as a sign their martial duties are done.

So, you’ve decided to see a professional. First you need to decide whether it’s in person, or a phone sex girl. I am honestly suggestion the later. Think about it, it’s safe if you’re smart. A throw away debit card and you’re set. I always suggest that people use those non-traceable cards when using a dial in company. As for the best, I am going to suggest niteflirt because nothing us given to a real life person. All of your information is stored in their secure server. Easy peasy, right?

Usually a phone whore will have limits, but there is a sexual kink out there for everyone. In my research in person meetings are not always the safest route to take. Not only is there a risk for an STD, but there are many girls/guys out there who are not as they seem. I’ve heard the horror stories that will always keep in the safety of my home whispering seduction into the phone.

“Have you ever swallowed your own semen?”

“Would you like too?”

“I promise to never tell a soul that you at cum for me.”

So, have you? Let’s be honest here, everyone has tasted it at least once by choice or accident. Whether you ate a cream pie, swiped a little off the tip, or kissed her after she swallow, you tasted cum. I’m amused by the men who adamantly claim that it would be an act of homosexuality to get a little in your mouth. If swallowing my own cum means I am gay, sign me up.

Remember boys, we always recycle.  

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Cheating? Is there ever a reason to cheat and not feel good about it? You might feel a little different after I tell you about my client. He’s meeting a married BBW and he’s married as well. So far it sounds so wrong, right? Oh, there is so much more to this story to share that might change your mind. This is a story told to me by one of my dearest friends. Some is spiced up to enhance the reader.

So many years of marriage on the line for this meeting. Kids, grandkids, and a marriage, but when your wife closes herself entirely than what’s a man to do? It’s been years since the last time he touched her, and there is no end in sight. Every night she comes to bed nude, but that’s where it ends. Her side of the bed might as well be separated with an electric fence. Some women as they age lose their desire for sex, but this can’t be normal.

A few indiscretions under his zipper, and a lot of phone sex, he met a woman with as much of a desire for sex as he has. Where he met her doesn’t matter but know that sometimes your fantasy girl becomes a reality. She’s unhappy in her marriage and on the cusp of divorce, but she offers him what he needs. Comfort, sex, and compassion. The one thing that is different than most girls he’s been with in her size. She is a BBW who loves the freaky side of sex. BDSM, Anal, and fisting. Something he has never done but isn’t closing his eyes too doing it.

With the meeting arranged, she arrived only miles away from where he lived and there’s no turning back. She left her husband weeks ago, but for him, this is the definition of what unfaithful looks like. His wife doesn’t have a clue that in a few short hours he will be in the arms of another woman. A BBW whose body is made for comfort, not speed. He can take his time learning every curve of that magnificent body.

They agreed to meet at a hotel close to where he lives, but he would have to hide his car out of the way. If anyone seen him going into the room, things could get complicated. This isn’t a love connection, but rather two people who need to feel again. A soft knock on the door, holding his breath the moment it opened. She was pretty. Not stunning, but pretty and her body made her more alluring. His wife is chubby, but this girl is BBW.

Walking into the hotel room, his dick felt the heat between the two. Rock hard, he didn’t want to show all his cards at once. A drink before all the fun stuff came, right? Wrong! Anticipation getting the best of both, they moved in for the first kiss. Within minutes the clothing became too much for either of them to handle. Tugging at her blouse, he removed it quick. Those big, beautiful breasts drove him wild with desire. His hands manipulating the bra, he gasped the moment it fell. Her tits were the kind that a man would want to fuck the moment he seen them. Full and heavy breasts, his mouth moved in to suckle the nipples deep into his mouth. Away from a woman for so long, his cock aching with need.

A BBW Goddess is all that can handle a man like him.

She stopped him quick, smirking as she drops down to her knees. He needed to cum, and the first one is always quick. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, slurping with anticipation. Her warm mouth opening as a long line of saliva fell to her breasts. Salivating for a taste of his cream. “Fuck my mouth,” she whispered, gagging the moment he grabbed the back of her head. Not usually dominate, he pumped his cock down her throat with a need he had never endured. She swirled her tongue around the shaft. Her eyes watered as he forced himself into the back of her throat and came without warning.

“Swallow that cum you dirty little bitch. All of it!”

Part 2 coming soon. Will he pound that BBW ass, or fist her like she begged?

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Resting on her knees in the front of church, the young blond looked up at the man wearing the robe adorned in religious garb. If he was a Priest than she was fucking Mary Magdalene. His kink always happened in church and always with the whore on her knees. Maybe he couldn’t fuck pussy right, but he sure could rape a throat to completion.

“Pull my robe up,” he demanded.

“Yes, Father. I am here to serve,” she giggled.

Maybe it wasn’t the right time to laugh, but she never did things the way others did. Her head flying back, his tattooed hand reminded her of who and what she was. A goddamn cock sucking whore. Licking her lips, the taste of blood coated her tongue. He split her lip, but if that’s all that happened, she would come out ahead of the game. He never once fucked her, but her body often felt like he had when done. Raw, tired, and sore.

Her hands shook like a crack head as she pushed the gown up, knowing what she would find beneath. He was at least 9 inches, as thick as a coke can, and the veins so prominent that she could see them pulsating.

His voice raspy, he looked down, growling, “Spit on my fucking dick.”

With delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock, she spat on the head. A thin line of saliva connecting the two. Gypsy raked her teeth across her bottom lip to break the link. A sudden sharp exhale and she moved in to rub his dick and balls all over her face. Moaning soft, her warm breath blanketed his sac as the taut flesh massaged over her eyes, nose, and mouth. Fuck, he smelled good. Not the sweet after shower scent, but the aroma of a man who worked hard for a living.

His large hand knotting in the back of her hair, the man pulled her mouth forward, but not to suck. Not yet at least. “Use that serpent tongue. Jesus washed the feet of others, you will wash my dick with your mouth,” he said.

A simple nod of her head and she leaned in to extend her tongue, licking up the thick underbelly vein on his cock. A long slithering movement from base to rim, Gypsy avoided the head. That would come last. As though her tongue was a brush, she painted a thick cock of saliva around the shaft of his dick. Proud of the way it glistened in the candlelit room, she smiled a bit, but her job was far from complete. Wrapping her slender digits around the thick pole, she stroked him slowly as she French kissed the slit. Pushing it open with the tip of her tongue, she fucked tiny opening until the first bubble of pre-cum settled on her tongue. Moaning out, the sweetness sedating her for the moment. She wanted more, much more. As her eyes locked with his, she slowly stretched her lips around the head, lowering until just the tip rested in her mouth. Greedy, she pulled back quickly, a loud broken suction sound sending shivers up and down her spine. She wanted so much cum built up in him that he would beg to blow inside of her throat.

A quick slap to the cheek stopped her in her tracks. She was not in charge. She would never be in charge and needed to realize that quickly in the game. Catching her breath, she simply nodded and used her mouth in the way God intended it to be used. Widening her lips, she wrapped around the head and slowly lowered until her pout touched the base of his cock. She wanted a set of prints left in her wake and would make sure that she did it right this time. Gagging for a moment, Gypsy adjusted herself before forcing her throat to swallow the massive girth. He was big, thick, and as hard as a rock. God damn, she loved the way her throat ached each time he pumped those hips against the tiny opening.

He held the back of her head, thrusting forward with his hips. No matter the gurgles and gags from below, he never stopped the full assault on her throat. Smirking when the mascara ran down her face, her pain was pleasure for him. Tightening the grip on her hair, he forced the base of his cock against her teeth, each pump threatening to loosen them. As the heat built inside, he raped her throat, ignoring the fact that others walked through the church, gawking in disbelief. Some stayed and watched, and the others ran in fear. No matter what, the sinful communion taking place at the altar was no act of God. It was the Devil once again claiming his due. Yanking her head back, saliva pouring from her mouth, he leaned down, spitting on her tongue before scalding her face with every drop of cum that built in his balls.

“I baptize you in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Close that cock hole and swallow. Take the seed into your belly you greedy whore.”

Laughing, the male grabbed her hair, wiped his cock off in the honey strands and walked away leaving her there covered in his filth. The sound of heavy boots and a slamming wooden door brought her back to reality.

“Fuck, I hate when that happens,” she laughed, pushing the remaining cum into her mouth and exiting before the cops came. 

I am the perfect little cock sucker!

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First of all, thank you all for the amazing comments and feedback about our phone sessions. I’ve been in the phone business for awhile, and this time in my life has been the best. I honestly have met some of the best people and consider some really dear friends. Niteflirt has been an amazing platform for me, and allows me to still have time to write, and do things that enhance my life.

I’ve always prided myself on my creative mind and open to new things personality. I will admit that I don’t shock easy, but a few of you have opened my eyes to things that I never thought others would enjoy. So, thank you for that. If there is anything you want me to change or enhance, let me know. That includes the blog.  I don’t know what you enjoy if you don’t tell me.

Check out my niteflirt page to see for yourself. Again, thank you all for your love and support.

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I asked if you were ready, and boy did I get a response. So many people loved the thought of having their cum jacked by a harvester. Since I received such a large amount of comments, I decided to write a story about this. (Oh, and someone gave me the perfect ideal for it. He knows who he is.)

The harvest season has begun and for me, I have a craving deeper than I have ever had. Most crave chocolate, coffee, or cigarettes, but not me. I crave the cream of life. That’s just a nice way of saying that I want every drop of cum that I can find. I know, that’s disgusting, but really, is it?

I am what they call a Seductress when it comes to men. My voice can go from the cutest little melody to the most intense bitch to ever slip on a pair of stilettos. Believe me, I have references for the latter, but that’s beside the point. I am here to drain you dry of every drop of cum inside of those tight and throbbing balls. It’s mine after all. I do own it all, but you knew that the moment you touched me. Wait, did I allow you to touch me, or did you find yourself on the receiving end of a sperm theft?

I met him in a bar last night and now, he will forever wander the earth looking for the Goddess who finally made him feel like the man he always wanted to be. Now you know why a drink should never be left unattended at the bar. A quick slip of my Gypsy oil and the fire inside of his loins burned hotter than the sun. Smirking when I found him panting like a dog, all I needed was a curl of my finger to lure him to my private suite. Not even my voice could attract a man like that sweet scent did.

“Come with me,” a whisper called through the wind.

As the door of the spacious room closed with a deafening thud, he dropped to his knees and crawled to the bed. Only stopping to remove his clothing, though he was never asked to do so. You see, a man knows his place when a real woman walks through his soul. Pawing his way to the bed, his body stretched out as he clung to the sides of the mattress. Imaginary binds held him in place as I made my way across the soft carpet. Though padded, the clicks of those 5 inch fuck me heels rattled the silence of the room.

“I want!” I whispered.

Each article of clothing left in my wake, I slithered my way to the bed, ascending from the foot. Fuck, I could smell it. The brewing inside of those growing balls. Dragging my nose up his inner thigh, I buried my face in the soft sac, inhaling deep before a shiver enveloped my entire being. The burning inside of my body growing ravenous I used the tip of my tongue to trace that thick underbelly vein of his cock. Smirking when I reached the top, my mouth hovered over the head of his manhood. Without warning a trail of saliva poured out of my mouth, trickling down the sides. I was fucking salivating for a taste.

“Please,” he screamed.

Laughing, no cackling, my tongue pushed into the perfect slit on the head. French kissing the opening, my eyes never left his for a moment. I was careful not to break the trance. Slurping sounds violently shook the walls of the luxury suite as my mouth moved inch by inch down the soft skin. I wouldn’t stop until my throat held the head captive with pulsating oral muscles. A soft gurgle escaped before slowly moving back to the head of his cock.

“I’m here for the harvest. Don’t move, just feel,” I moaned.

Placing my hands behind my back, fingers lacing, my mouth worked like the suction of a vacuum on his thick member. Gulping, sucking, but never choking, I feverishly forced my lips to leave perfect imprints around the base of his dick. That expensive lipstick was made for a cocksucker like me and I loved leaving my mark. Humming softly, the warmth of my mouth took him over the edge quickly. Screaming as the first bolt of cum hit the back of my throat, his body convulsed in a spasming seizure. He was being harvested and there was nothing that could stop it.

Satisfied for the moment, I pulled back, letting a drop drip from my tongue, “Leave. I have no more need for you.”

As I sat on the edge of the bed pulling the stockings back on, I watched as he scrambled in a haze to leave. Poor thing won’t even remember this tomorrow, but will crave me for the rest of his life.

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Making him Cum was not my ideal of a good time. On the other hand, his cries of suffering pleased me deeply.

“It’s been three months, please,” Daniel begged.

Overwhelming laughter fell from my lips, not from his words, but that look on his face. Was he actually going to cry about not cumming for three months? I’ve never in my life heard anything so pathetic. Was he so weak that he couldn’t stand a little pain in his balls? Of course, he was. He was a man, so yes, he was not as strong as a female in the physical sense.

“Are you for real right now? It’s been three months. Can you imagine what a Priest must feel like, Daniel? They give up cumming the moment they join the church,” I laughed but knew that was not true. Daniel and I started dating a couple of months ago, and for me, it was for profit, never love. Of course, I never told him that he would increase my bank account before putting him back into society like a broken man. The first week I allowed him to cum. The groundwork set the foundation for this broken man. I failed to give him the heads up about who and what I am.

“Gypsy, please let me cum. Goddammit, jerk me off or something,” he cried. “This isn’t fair. You told me when we met that I would be fucked like never before. Why do I feel like you lied to me?” he said.

My head fell back, laughing with such a force that the windows rattled. No, I am not mean. I’m sadistic, get it right. Strolling over to the bed, poor little Daniel sat on the edge of the kingsized mattress nude, well, almost naked. The chastity cage that held his cock was his only covering. The key to that device is hanging around my neck by a fragile gold chain. I want him to be able to see that little entrapment device each time he stares into my beautiful brown hues—the irises dancing with amusement to his pain.

Yanking, his hand tugged that secure device, pulling with such a force that it required a quick slap from the tips of my fingers. I do not want to hurt him, but he will learn that a woman is not for his pleasure, but a man is for hers.

“Do not touch without my approval. We’ve spoken of this, right?” I asked, my nail digging into his right nipple, yanking the tiny bud. Twisting as he squirmed, I pulled out, letting the nipple snap back the moment of release.

“Yes,” he said, his voice that of a broken man.

“Would you like to cum today?” I asked, knowing making him wait was amusing, but he was to the point of profit for me.

Daniel flashed with a hint of excitement, his eyes brought to mine. He shook his head like one of those bobblehead dolls that sit in the back of a car window.

“Please let me cum. I am so tired of this shit that I will do anything you want,” Daniel growled.

“Making you wait is fun, but I need a new pair of shoes. Here is how this will play out. I will charge you per stroke,” I smirked but knew by the horror on Daniel’s face that he wanted this to last as long as possible.

Removing the key from my neck, I opened the cage, placing it on the bed next to Daniel. The first stroke of his dick came from me, and that one was free. A wrap of my slender digits around the shaft of his 8-inch cock, I slowly pulled up, massaging the thick vein filled muscle with the tips of my fingers. Shaking my hand the moment I released his cock.

On the one hand, I held the cash in his wallet, and on the other, his bank card. It would all depend on how desperate he was as to how broke he would be by the time I finished.

“Stroke. I want to make sure you get your money’s worth, so I ordered some porn for you,” I said.

As the TV screen flickered on, the porn on the television sent waves of audio delight. Well, for me, it did. Whimpers of my night before played out in front of Daniel. He was forced to jack off to me getting fucked. Not by any man, though, by his brother. Honestly, I didn’t find him attractive, but knowing this would be playing today made it easier to fake.

“You fucking whore. You cheated on me. My fucking brother got to fuck you, and I get to beat off to you?” he screamed, his hand pounding his fist.

I counted as he stroked, keeping the best for last. I knew when his face contorted, and he was drooling down his cock that he was close.

“Be a good boy, and I will let you lick his cum out of me for me, making you wait,” I cackled in laughter.

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