I’ve always been a cum guzzling slut. My daddy is the one who taught me to be a dirty little whore for him. Back when I was much younger and I stilled lived at home in the trailer park, he would get drunk and come to my bedroom and climb into bed with me. I wasn’t upset or bothered though, my daddy had a big fucking dick and when he had been smoking meth he could fuck for hours. He would stretch out my little tight pussy and fill it full of big loads of his cum. Mama had taken off years before and daddy said I looked so much like her that he just couldn’t help himself! He taught me how to suck cock and take a dick in the ass too. I miss my daddy so much sometimes, but every time I’m home for the holidays, we love to get drunk and fuck just like we did when I was a teenager.
Category: Extreme phone sex
Horny And Alone
I just get all cracked up at home alone at times. And I get so fucking horny with no one around to fuck. My cunt gets all hot and wet when I am all high off my rock I just gotta take care of myself in these desperate times. I start to feel myself up. Pinching and tugging at my nipples making my cunt even wetter. My body is so fucking sensitive when I am on my rock every touch on my body practically makes me cum. My fingers touch in between my sloppy cunt lips. I start finger banging myself. I’m so damn good at it I can make myself come over and over giving myself the ultimate orgasm. I just can’t help myself I love making myself cum I do it just so right my fingers get so tired and cramped. That is when I grab my 12 inch dildo. Oh I love my dildo but before I grab my dildo I grab the glass dick and pack up a nice blast. Oh yea as I let out my hit I grabbed the dildo and…..
The fisting whore on the block
I think my whole neighborhood knows what a dirty cum slut I am. I have been known to fuck all the boys here. I have not only had the boys I have had their dads too and their uncles and everything in between. You can say I am a certified whore. I love being a slut and will never deny that. Whenever I get a new guy to fuck they are always surprised at how well I can take their cock. I ride it till the cum explodes and then I start showing them my secret moves. My asshole and pussy being fisted. Now the whole town knows about my slutty ways, and I can’t say I am mad. I have been fucked everywhere.
Trashy MILF 4 Minutes in Heaven
I love being a trashy milf. It is liberating. Fucking is something the world needs more of, don’t you agree? Sometimes a fuck happens in unexpected places. When you don’t expect to fuck and you end up getting lucky, those are the best fucks. I had to go by my youngest daughter’s school yesterday to drop off her vaccination records. As I was walking down the school halls, young boys and teachers alike were turning their heads so fast, I thought they might get whiplash. I got a few whistles too. I know I was on school grounds and that it was risky to fuck anyone there, but all that attention went straight to my wet pussy. How could I just ignore them all? I pulled one lucky boy into a janitor’s closet. I was sure he could come up with an excuse for being late to his third period class. How often does a young boy become a man in a janitor’s closet? Clearly, taking care of my sloppy wet pussy was more of a priority than civics class. I undid his pants, yanked on his dick until it grew several times bigger. I knew from the pre-cum dripping from his swollen dick head he wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t care. I was down for seven minutes in heaven. It ended up more like 4 minutes in heaven. The boy pumped fast in my pussy and nutted. He was so cute. He said, “Thank you ma’am,” then rushed to his class. I didn’t fuck him because of his cock size. I fucked him because I was horny, and I love a taboo fuck. I likely won’t remember him in a couple months, but he will always remember the trailer trash whore he banged in the janitor’s closet of his school. Wouldn’t you remember that?
Almost Didn’t Make It
Some son of a bitch who I thought was safe, because I have been picked up by him before really fucked me up badly. He picked me up as he had every Tuesday night for the last four weeks. He was happy, and we just bullshitted because he mostly just wanted someone to talk to. This night however was very different. His happy faded rather quickly and he started to raise his voice as he was talking about an eviction notice that he found on his door after work today. His ex-wife’s father owns the building that he lives in, and I guess he wanted him out for no other reason then spitefulness. Red flags started to pop up left and right in my brain. I reached into my bag for my weapon and it wasn’t there! Someone must of snatched it at the diner earlier.
I was in a fuck load of trouble, and I knew it. My brain was racing trying to figure out what to do when he slammed on his breaks, got out of the car, came to the passenger side, whipped open my door and dragged me out by my hair. I was screaming and fighting, he tossed me to the ground, I scrambled to get up, but he put his foot in the small of my back and I couldn’t move. He out weighed me by a lot. I was clutching at the dirt, trying to gain a hold on anything I could, I broke several of my nails.
He got on the ground, grabbed my legs and flipped me over. He was ranting and calling me some other woman’s name. I knew that this was going to be so very bad. He slapped me hard across the face, I was stunned for a few seconds. He was between my legs now, cutting at my stockings with a knife. I thought, “This is it Luna, this is how it is all going to end, with you left dead in a dirty vacant lot.” He shoved his dick inside of me. I started to push at him, screaming my name, he just kept on ranting, then he put his hands on my throat.
I could feel the burn in my chest, he had cut off all air. Slowly I saw what looked like a mist take over my sight, I was losing consciousness Then all of a sudden I could breath. I coughed, and gasped for air. I sat up, but then laid back down, I was dizzy. He was sitting on the ground next to me, crying. I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t, my throat hurt. I got up, stood behind him, he was saying he was sorry, that he didn’t mean it. I kicked that motherfucker hard, in the back of his head, he fell over to one side. I kept kicking him and kicking him. I was now out of breath. I grabbed his pants, and took the keys out of his pocket, ran to his car, and took off.
Did I go to the police? No. Did I go to the hospital? No. Why? Because it was actually partly my fault. I put myself into a situation where there is always a risk of this happening. Am I traumatized by it? Fuck no. Shit happens. Will that asshole get what’s coming to him? Absolutely! Before I took off from the scene I took all the money he had from his wallet, which was a couple thousand, so for about ten minutes of being abused, I made out pretty well.