I had a dirty phone sex weekend. It is no secret that when I get high, I get freaky. Same for my offspring. It was a girl’s weekend. My husband took the boys to Vegas for the weekend. Even though none of my boys are old enough to drink, when you have money like my husband, you can get your sons into the casinos and strip clubs and get them hookers. My daughters and I hired a male stripper. The boys were not going to be the only ones having fun. I did my research to make sure the stripper was straight. Many are gay. Not that there is anything wrong with being gay, but I wanted my girls to have some sexy stripper cock and gay stripper cock won’t get hard for a group of girls, no matter how hot we are. When Max arrived, he was even better than his pictures. He partied with us and that’s where things got freaky. Before he fucked us all, he pissed on us. It was his thing and we were in so much lust with his 10-inch cock and rock hard abs, we would not have said no to any request. Whatever floats your boat, especially if it is a big boat. His fire hose shot out piss before cum. We were doused in his hot piss. For a couple hours, me and my daughters were his pissing sex whores. He pissed on us and had us pissing on one another. We were all coked up, except for the very young ones. After some water sports fun, we all got his massive cock. My older daughters and I fucked him, and the young ones sucked his fat dick. I just wanted my daughters to know that its not only the boys that get have dirty sinful fun. What happens in Santa Barbara stays in Santa Barbara!
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Erotic city
Cum filled cunt is what I love having. I spent a crazy week in the erotic city. It was Sin City to be exact. I made me to north vegas where I worked a few of the brothels just for kicks and giggles. I enjoyed all the fun that was coming my way. You only live once so make it count. That has always been my mindset. I have never had a bad day after fucking. So I never stop. I make it my mission to get boned and used all kinds of men. As long as you have a working dick and can deliver a cum shot you are golden. I had about twenty different men in that period. I even had some public sex. I surely was being a whore in broad daylight. I was breaking the rules and having fun. Hooking is legal in Nevada but hooking in public isn’t. I don’t follow the rules so I had some of the johns use me in the park. I could be care less if families would see me. I was so horny and high; I loved extra pairs of eyes. My asshole was sore, and my cunt was aching, but I still wanted more. I solidified my status as a complete slut, and I wear that title proudly. I am a real anal sex whore for life.
Meeting Mr. Blout
What can I say about Mr. Blout? A fucking lot, that’s what! This motherfucker was the worst Teacher I had ever had. Not because he was bad at his job but because he would constantly give me shit. I hated going to his class, and he hated me being there. Sure, I could of skipped his class, but why give him the satisfaction? I made sure he saw my face every single school day.
Fast forward to a couple of nights ago. I wasn’t working but when I was out to go to the store for some food, I passed some of the girls that work the same area that I do. It is cold out there but you have to dress like it’s 102 degrees in the shade. You freeze your tits off. I stopped to talk to them for a bit, there were only three working so I told them I would be back with something warm for them to drink. I got my food, then stopped at the Bucks and got them all hot chocolate and off I went.
The next night when I was actually working in my spot I see a guy yelling at one of the girls in a car. I didn’t approach to help because I wasn’t sure if it was the girls boyfriend, or Pimp or what. She got out of the car and was crying. She looked more pissed than sad. I asked her who that was, and she said it was a ‘date’. I thought to myself, “What an asshole.” About thirty minutes later the same car pulls up again, none of the other girls would go up to the car. He must of seen me because he pulls up right in front of me, puts the window down and says “Luna? Is that you?”
I walked up to the car and looked inside. It was my old pain in the ass Teacher, Mr. Blout! I said, “Hey Mr. Blout. What’s up?” He told me that I looked cold and asked me if I wanted to get into his car just to warm up. I told him any time I got into a car it costs money. I pulled out his wallet and held out a twenty. I got into his car and he asked me if I knew somewhere we could park with the car running so he wouldn’t have to turn off the heat. I directed him to a shopping center near by.
After we parked Mr. Blout went into this whole speech about how sorry he was concerning the way he treated me in school. He told me that he actually had “un-pure” thoughts about me, so he was mean to me to keep those thoughts at bay. I was shocked! I asked him why he yelled at that other girl earlier, and he said he was yelling at her because she wanted more and more money and he had paid her a lot for a hour to begin with. I told him that if he gave me another hundred, I would take him to a hotel and we could fuck. He was all over that. It kinda felt weird fucking my chemistry teacher from school, especially since we didn’t get along back then, but he gave me a huge tip afterward and apologized again. I think Mr. Blout might become one of my regulars.

















