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Trailer trash whore life is in my blood. My mama was the local parks best known hooker for years and years. She sucked all my friends dads off at one point and likely had them throbbing in her slut hole from time to time. I had a big name to live up to. I always knew I wanted to make my mama proud.
I started off trading blow jobs for some change for the mall to get some new stuff from Claire’s. Wanted to look all fancy for the boys at school. I reckon I became quite the business woman there. At a young age, I was leaving my cars on the hoods outside the gas stations and local dive bar joints and getting my pager paged to come meet them. I loved when I could come home with food for all of us from a night of getting fucked. Around here, getting someones food stamp card means you are working smart.
The guy who offered it to me was a regular. He would pick me up walking home and have me suck his cock on the way home. This time though, he had his buddies in the car and not enough money to pay me to let them all relieve their hard dicks and cum in my whore hole. Being the people pleaser I am, I offered to make a deal with them. Give me your foodstamp card for the week and they get free cum dumping until his buddies head back out of town.
The old man agreed and they sure gots their money’s worth. Anytime I turned around that week, it felt like I was being told to bend over real quick and within minutes one of these dudes shot their load up in me. Next time, I’ll put a limit on it. A girl needs to sleep right?
Despite how exhausting it was, I was super proud of myself for being the talk of the trailer park that week. Mama was beaming with pride as well. Nothing like making your white trash hooker family proud of your work!
Sexy prostitutes everywhere that night, in other words, my BFFs were here. We love talking about the good ol’ days of hooking and skanking. Gia started reminding me how I ended up bent over again behind the local pool bar ass up face down hanging on the side of a dumpster while the locals pounded it in once again. Everyone always knew when I needed to make rent. A few of them at Harry’s Dive Bar would often let me just suck their wrinkled old fat cocks for a few bucks here and there. Sex was plentiful and the money was good.
There’s that one cock that I never even caught the old fellas name. He just comes on down on around Wednesday nights, meets me in parking lot, points to Chevy s10 over yonder and I hop up. He pulls out his sweaty old cock and holds it up like a snake. He stacks nasty $100 bills around that cock. I never wanted a cock so bad as I did when I seen that green goodness surrounding the base of that vein pulsing wrinkled-up monster between this old mans legs. My mouth starts watering immediately. Is it the money or the cock? Or the fact that this cock comes with some good money.
Makes it taste a bit better with that cheddar as a side. Give me a ring and I’ll quickly become one of your favorite phone sex sluts, pinkie promise!
In my case, anal sex has become addictive. I’ll never forget the first time I tried it. My young boyfriend had been pressuring me for weeks to try it. I said as long as he got me lubed up and stopped if I wanted him to, my ass was his. I’d had some dirty phone sex sessions about anal and I felt ready. As soon as he penetrated my sweet pink asshole, I felt pain that quickly turned to the most intense pleasure.
I felt my pussy throb in response and my clit became stiff and sensitive. I came like never before, and I haven’t stopped since. I love the sensation of hot cum filling my back door, then sliding out and dripping down my crack and onto my thighs. I love the second before that hard cock breaks through and pushes its way inside, and I feel my asshole tighten and then loosen in response. I love how I can reach my fingers inside my pussy and feel that hard cock in my ass through my pussy walls.
Most of all, I love how my orgasms from anal sex are so strong that they make me weak.
When the men in my life find out how hot I am for a stiff dick in my butthole, they almost beat down my door to get some more of me. I can’t wait for the next load of cum to shoot of that hard cock while I rub my hard clit, cumming so hard that I scream. My ass is a cum dumpster for my fuckbuddies, and they are more than willing to provide the drop-offs. Guess I’ve become an anal sex whore after all.
I always want drugs, and I want you to know about it, because it also means I’m up for crack whore anal. I’d feel less on drugs, if you weren’t aware, that I was on drugs. You need to know, my dealer especially needs to know, hell I need to know. Drugs are just like that, you’re not high until others know you’re high. If a druggie is high in the forest and no one is around to smoke with them, were they ever really smoking? My point is, I needed some crack, and that meant I had to find someone who sold crack, who was really into getting blown. I’d blow them anyway, I love blowing dealers, but if I don’t get some free drugs while I’m at it then I’m wasting blow-jobs. And blow. Both of which are criminal, a man needs to get off and I have a mouth, it just seems like a match made in heaven. Bobbing my head up and down, slurping on his cock, drinking up his pre-cum while getting ready for a big shot of jizz deep into my throat. When I’m done, when he’s exhausted and groaning, I get my drugs and he knows he’s getting another blowjob later because drugs don’t last very long.