Phone sex sluts never have normal upbringings. Very few choir girls in this business. We do not do phone sex because we cannot do anything else. We often become phone bone girls because we seek an outlet for our wicked ways. Take me for example. A caller last night asked me why I do this. And he wanted to hear my background. Many of my regulars know I was born into poverty as a cash cow for my parents. But newer guys might have missed the memo.
My earliest memories involve strange men on top of me grunting and sweating on my tiny body. I never went to school. In fact, since I was a home birth, no one knew about me to report me truant. It’s a miracle I never caught the mumps or measles because I never even had my basic immunizations until my teen years. Never went to a doctor that I remember. If I got sick, my folks popped some antibiotics in me, and hoped I would feel better because men don’t want to fuck a sick whore. My mom appeared to be a trailer trash whore and my dad just some meth head.
My Husband Rescued Me From a Life of Poverty and Gave Me the World
I prayed someone would take me away, and some one did eventually. And that knight in shining armor I married when I turned 18. He did everything for me. Got me legal. He got me educated and took me to a doctor. He spent thousands of dollars to fix my teeth. As my savior, I pledged to do anything for him. And that included providing him with some daughters to fuck.
Thirty years later I am the matriarch to our hookers for hire home brothel. Daddy gets all the young pussy he wants. I fuck my husband still though. Although he is over 20 years older than me and I am now 45, I am still that young girl he fucked in a dingy trailer in rural West Virginia. He no longer needs to travel to Thailand to score young cunt. He has all the young pussy at home he could ever want. And their friends.
I have come a long way since my days as a young whore in rural West Virginia. But once a whore, always a whore.
