She wanted to go as one. How could I refuse? You know how gurls her age are. We shopped online of course, let her pick out the outfit, bought it and some accessories, mostly body jewelry to show off her shiny skin. I shaved and waxed her, douched her (my men like their whores clean), applied her make up, helped her get used to walking around in her hooker heels. Such a nice ass. Didn't let her cum. Clients pay extra for that and you have a pretty clit, sweetheart.

I wore my plaid skirt, black thigh highs 3 inch heels, no panties because I had some business of my own to do.

Sweet hostess when everyone arrived, served drinks and snacks, delivered clever flirty chit chat. The gurls adored her. They dressed up too. A room full of nylons, mini skirts, heels, a few zombies, couple of fluffers and one glory hole, LOL (I put together the cardboard box for her).

A lot of drinking and a little dancing later, the men did my little whore. Money changing hands is part of the fantasy. Drop a couple of bones and you expect to get what you pay for.

She wasn't the only one who got the feed, the seed, the facial and golden shower. Plenty of love for everyone. Saved mine for her Pussy too gaped to get any friction, throat still tight, easy feed. Eyes so big and watery, tears of joy. I love her.

My cum soaked mess, smells so nice, cried a little, tears of joy, when I took her to bed. She worked hard for their love. Made sure she was okay, tucked her in. Sweet dreams. Only one in my bed.

In case you are wondering, none of my guests which is all of them did not get on the road. Everyone got wasted. All are sleeping here tonight. Plenty of room. A few are still up -- some left in the tank. Maybe go out and help finish them off.

I'll make them breakfast in the morning. Most will leave, a few will stick around. Jessica is going to help my gurl write thank you cards to our guests. Good role model.

Love Viagra. Meat The Princess. My little gurl did not participate of course. Tip jar is full. She is going to have a lot of presents under the Christmas tree.

Force of habit. I woke up this morning, knocked back a glass of wine, shaved, douched, hopped into my black thigh highs, heels and pink princess skirt, ready for the men.

Saw my little gurl curled up on the couch touching herself, I decided screw it, we are going to have a play date. She said but Sunday is your money maker and you love cocks, don't do it for me.

No sweetheart, I'm doing it for me. I don't need the money. Today I need your love. That shiny happy face made the day worthwhile. The men will hunt and cunt me down between Monday and Friday.

I stayed out of trouble tonight. Got off of work, came straight home, got drunk, played myself kink. No gf she is doing a sleepover, just me n my cockette, I need that moisturizer on me so I sleep better.

His wife is going to be so pissed if she finds out, which she won't

First time dressed she came in her panties, too young to love

A buddy whose wife won't put out dropped by after work. He likes my heels, black thigh highs, red robe and backless G-string. Led him into the living room, assumed the position and got my pussy hard fucked full of cum. Shoved a tip in to help soak it up, he is into the whore thing, zipped up and left. I popped in a plug so I don't leak on the chair. My gurlfriend and I do not like to waste a drop ))

I'll have to go Premium. Couples on the PPV web casts are in very high demand.

I'll be here when you come tumbling back. My younger friends are doing what I did back then, just with more advanced drugs, tech and designer everything. Crying on the shoulder of someone who understands the heart ache and the massive hangover in the morning, that hasn't changed over time.

Just dinner and drinks, catch up on events, discuss fashion. My main gurl was a good hostess. She likes that, and it's a good distraction from freaking out about next semester's college classes.