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Dirty Phone Sex Tales

dirty phone sexDirty phone sex is the only kind. I have callers like I have clients who just want to share in my dirty life. John is a john lol. He has been paying for my body for over a decade now. He has never wanted my brats. John is my husband’s age, so he is like 25 years my senior. His dick doesn’t work like it used too. He enjoys as foreplay listening to some of the shit that happened to me as a young girl. He doesn’t want to fuck a young girl, but he does enjoy hearing about how they have been mistreated. We don’t mistreat our brats. Sure, they are our sexy prostitutes, but they have agency to decide who they want to fuck. I had no agency. My life was a Lifetime movie. My youngest memory was being chained inside a little trailer behind a double-wide trailer. I didn’t even live in the same trailer with my folks. I never went to school. I barely talked. I lived in squalor in a fucking shack. I just waited until a man came in and fucked me. My mother brought me food and I would do my business in a coffee can. I don’t think neighbors knew I even existed. There was no love. There were no holidays or family celebrations. I was a prisoner. I was a cash cow. I was a sex slave. The more I talked about my sad upbringing, the harder John’s dick became. He felt bad about being aroused by my experiences, but I have been telling my stories to men like him and my husband for decades. The only thing that is the same about me is that I still like to fuck for money and I still like to get high.  I like a man who likes a dirty trailer trash whore.


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