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The drugs were really making me horny that night. I don’t know if it was all of the hot guys at the party or this was some great shit. I pulled 2 more lines into my tortured nostrils and felt my pussy quiver. It came over me in great waves and I needed to be used, filled to the hilt. I smiled at the loser next to me and he checked out my tits. “Hey, sweet cheeks, you needing something? Follow me.” I trotted along like an obedient dog to a back room. As soon as the door closed, he changed. “You fucking junkie, you think you’re hot shit. You aint nothin’. ” he taunted me. He was a wimpy little guy and as he pulled out his cock, I saw how wimpy. Three inches, no more. I burst into laughter, the drugs making it even funnier. He hit me, his tiny fist all balled up, like his tiny erection. He pulled me to my knees and tried to stuff his teeny weenie into my mouth to stop the mutter of expletives that rolled from my mouth. I made a fish face and pulled on it a few times, unable to stop my giggles. I darted for the door, yanking it open, sharing his shame with the room. Everyone laughed openly now, staring at his shriveling 3 inches. I could take no more. I pulled off my panties and ordered him to put them on. He looked like he was going to cry as he slid into my lacy thong. “Now, are there any real men out here who want to help a girl out and train this sissy?” Hands went into the air and I knew this was gonna be a good, good night. Time for some white trash training, little sissy slut. You done fucked with the wrong druggie bitch.
His cock tasted so good that I forgot all about my New year’s Resolution. What was I thinking? No more sucking strange cocks. Right!!!! That’s like asking me to give up air or water. I’ve been sucking cock since I was just a brat in a schoolgirl outfit. I wake up every day wondering what kind of cock life will be sending me that day. Cock juice is like caffeine. And I do love a good cup. Being on my knees, worshipping a thick, meaty jerky stick is one of life’s joys to me. My pussy aches when I see a bulge. I want it and I usually get it. I’m a shameless whore when I see one I want. I once blew a man in a dressing room while his wife waited outside. I’ve left my dates waiting in clubs while I got me some fuck sauce in the bathroom. And don’t get me started on BBC. I’m like a whore on crack when it comes to black!!!
Don’t you just love a dirty little cocksucker? Let me describe in detail how I would pull every last drop of jizz from your throbbing dick. You will almost feel my soft lips caressing your nuts as I rub my pussy and share my expertise with you. I have some great roleplays in mind to keep it hot. Bring me that hot, creamy load and make me break my resolution one more time!!! I’m open wide and hungry for you, lover.
Every new Year’s Eve , it’s the same old thing for most of us. We go out for a good time. Maybe get us some end of year cock. I know that final blow job should end in a ball-dropping explosion. I dance my ass ass off with some friends, but things get all freaky. I always seem to end up missing my clothes by morning or wake up at some orgy where cum soaked pussies and limp, crusty dicks are everywhere, fueled by the alcoholic lust. I wonder how many dudes had their dicks in me and how much cum I swallowed. My throat is sore from the drugs and the dick action. I wouldn’t change a thing though. I’m gonna do my drugs, drink that Jager, and get all of the fuckmeat that I can handle, cause life takes its toll. In a few years we all end up spending the New year in sweats, watching the Dick Clark special (cause that’s the only dick we’ll get) and sipping non-alcoholic grape fizzy with the brats.
So, I’m getting mine now before it’s too late. Make sure you find a DD though. Being dead is not cool.
Happy New Year, fuckers. How about one last phone fuck before the ball drops?
The truckstop was dead tonight. I needed a fix and a good hard dick. I was bored of the same old trucker trash and their crusty cocks, sucked by too many lot lizards. I hoped the bar rush would be good tonight.
Sure enough, 2 am and a group of men walked in. They asked for our private room. They had just come from a Christmas party and were trying to sober up with some chow and coffee. I saw the way they checked out my tits and I decided to work them for some good tips. I was wearing my elf costume complete with jingle bells. “Hey, baby, won’t you jingle those bells for us?” one asked. I joyfully shook my titties while they hooted. They were nasty boys, drunk and horny. They kept touching my ass and tits, and one even dared to slide his hand up my skirt, and found that I wasn’t wearing panties. “Commando!!!” he roared. “Give us a show.” I pulled a candy cane from my cleavage, hiked my leg unto the table and began to fuck my bald pussy with the sweet stick. “More.” they demanded. I gave each of them a candy cane and bent over. Sticking the canes into their mouths, they took turns shoving candy into my sticky cunt until it was leaking red juice.
I noticed then that they all had their cocks in hand, jerking, as they candy-fucked my eager beaver. We were a moaning mass of Christmas cheer. I felt cum raining down on me in a total bukkake orgy. I opened my mouth to catch it as my pussy pulsated around my candy crusted fuckhole. We partied all night as they bent me over the table and took turns pounding my sticky cunt and shoving their big candy canes down my throat. You could hear my bells jingling through the entire restaurant.
Merry Christmas from your favorite truckstop whore.
The door hit me in the mouth as it slammed shut. How dare that junkie whore walk out on me!! I’ll pull her hair out by its roots and knock the shit outta that brat. Little know-it-all has no clue about life and she thinks she’s all special. She’ll find out tonight when I sink a needle in her veins and start her down the path to hell. That’s what my cousin did to me and I in turn would do it to her. I’ll make her suck black cock until her lips bleed.
I’ll always be a white trash whore and training others to be like me makes my pussy wet. Getting little homeless truckstop whores all fucked up and watching them get abused is such sicko fun. I gave the last one to a pair of trucker brothers passing through. I had her all fucked up on crank and she did anything she was told. She’d suck shit from your asshole, drink a gallon of piss, or give your furry friend a blowjob for just a little more candy.
In my coked-up mind, there’s a need for whores like us. Men need a skanky whore to do the things that their precious wives would never do. They need someone to take that frustration on, someone to beat, and fuck so hard that her pussy tears. I’m one of those, the chosen few. You can find me and my newest trainee at your local truckstop, waiting for a line or a few bucks, eager to lap those sweaty balls or dirty trucker asses.
There’s a sweet young thing starting tonight as a waitress. Just a baby. She ran away from home because her Daddy was fucking her too hard. Boo-fucking-hoo. Oh Jayden, just wait until Mama Rorie gets a hold of you. You are going to be a moneymaker for sure. One shot of liquid gold and you’re all mine!!!
I woke up on the sidewalk outside of the bar. No one even bothered to call the cops in this white trash town. I guess they were used to seeing me this way. I limped home, a heel on my pumps broken. I jumped in the shower to wash off the chaos of last night. What had I done this time? I remember doing lines off someone’s ass cheek and also a cock. They were laughing. I struggled to recall it all and I remembered you there. Tall, dark, handsome, and sick. You had made me do party tricks for my fix. I was like a poodle, a submissive, starving one. I crawled on my belly for what you offered.
The things you made me do last night were terrible and demeaning. I remember sucking a large penis under the bar. The town drunk pumped his filthy dick into my mouth, stinking of fat man body odor, sweaty balls, and spoiled cream. You all hooted as he gleefully spewed a load into my mouth and I allowed it to roll down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I barked like a dog as I obediently let all of the men feel my breasts and stick fingers in my ass and pussy. I am beyond hope as I bawl tears into my shower, thinking of the way I trotted into the men’s room with you and you made me lap your shitty asshole clean. I begged for just a little more nose candy and you pissed on me and kicked me to the floor.
My hand slides down to my pussy and I begin to rub my clitty. Images run through my mind of the abuse and humiliation. I crave it, just as much as I crave the drugs. Being treated like shit turns me on and makes my pussy drip. I’ll never stop being the town whore and allowing men to use me. I slide to the shower floor with the force of my orgasm, my pussy pulsating. I need some dick so bad right now. Maybe after this shower, I’ll head over to the truckstop and see if I can pick up a few bucks blowing truckers. Then time for my daily fix and a few drinks. Life is never boring when you’re a trailer trash whore.