White Trash Phone Sex

white trash phone sexI don’t look like a white trash phone sex slut to most men. I was born in a trailer park in West Virginia. I never was formally educated, and I was raised a sex slave. With those kinds of roots, you will always be white trash. It is more a mindset than a look. I can look like the classiest woman in the place, but I will always be the trashiest. I was at a fancy fundraiser last night. Everyone looked like they were heading to the Oscars. It was a boring function that I must attend because I love my husband. He wants his sexy wife on his arm. I am younger and prettier than any of this business associates’ wives. I like making him look good. He knows I am a trailer trash whore, so he turns a blind eye at these kinds of events and lets me have fun with the help. The wait staff always has the best blow. I excused myself to the powder room, but I found my way into the kitchen.  The Hispanic kitchen help swarmed me. Not the first time and won’t be the last. California is full of brown service workers. And they all love a party white trash whore like me. I did lines of blow off brown cocks and got fucked in the ass. I powdered my nose, reapplied my lipstick and slithered back to the boring fundraiser. Only my husband knew what a whore I had been and the kitchen help, but they didn’t speak English, so I knew they wouldn’t tell anyone.

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