Mistress Olga - my Story

I am Olga. I came from Eastern Europe 10 years ago to work in private health club as a masseur.  When I give fucking little rich boys, massages, they always ask me for “extras”. They think because they have money, they do anything they want to me. Give me money for fuck, I tell these little pussy boys No!

They begging like little pathetic worms, desperate for my wet, tight pussy. Offer more, more money. I sell these sad small, dicked pussies my used knickers and tell them, “Go home wank in my used knickers maggot boy!”. Some bring me pictures of their cocks. Fucking little rich boy cocks, so small it makes me laugh! I tell these stupid baboocha boys the truth. If they no like, they go! Cocks small anyway. 

I make them grovel for my used knickers, lick my feet. My manager husband lick the floor of my massage room. How I laugh! It was his sexual fantasy, hardcore. When my manager found used knickers in his gym bag he told they mine. Stupid baboosha! I tell my manager her husband dick like cocktail sausage and he like me to take cane to his arse. He liked me domination, used knickers. I lost my job after that. 

So, I needed a new job, that’s why I have to come here to sell my used knickers because I need money. I want to sell lots of used knickers so I can go back home. Sometimes after I fuck my big cocked boyfriend I squirt my cum out on the used knickers and then sell them. 

If you cum in my used knickers send me a picture I laugh at it! If you little pussy boy buy my used knickers I give you my number. You call me, if you beg I might let you play with your dick otherwise I tell you to fuck off.  Its not my fault you pathetic wanker.