White trash phone sex is my specialty, but that includes a lot of shit. Essentially men come to me for the nasty things their wives won’t do. I am the kind of woman who enjoys the shit nice respectable woman find vulgar. I like vulgar. I think I was born vulgar. I was at the mall this morning. I had on a short skirt and a tight half top with stripper heels. The Prada shoes and purse, not to mention the huge ass rock on my hand should have told the young bitches I giving me the stinky eye that I had more money than they could hope for. They started slut shaming me; they even went as far as to suggest I shop at the ghetto mall. I laid into them. Pretty much tore them a new asshole. They were out of their fucking minds not to mention league trying to make me feel bad or out of place. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. That is the beauty of being a white trash whore. A few men gathered around to watch me check the teen bitches. It was quite a spectacle, but I love bringing attention to myself. I had the mall turned into a Jerry Springer episode. The men gathered around us must have liked a trailer park whore, because they were rooting for me. As a reward for being on team trashy whore, I blew them in the mall food court; in front of the bitches who watched mortified over me exercising my personal freedom to chug cock. I saved the cum in my mouth, then blew it all over their stuck up faces. “Put that on your Instagram, bitches,” I quipped at them as I walked my skanky ass away. Don’t fuck with a trashy whore.
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White Trash Phone Sex
3 sum whores
I couldn’t help myself last night. Daddy had his plug and his friends come over. We were all recording music and I just didn’t want to stop looking at this sexy tall dark and handsome .
After, everyone left the room I walked over to him showed him my tits and told him that I wanted him. He was talented, sexy and had drugs. We did some coke together and he ripped all my clothes off. Knowing that we just met it made me that more excited. I wrapped my mouth right around his cock and started playing with his balls. We fucked just about every position riding cock and being In control over his dick makes my pussy juice double the amount. We started hearing knocks on the door, but I can assure you I didn’t care. Melony walked in and we didn’t stop I just continued to bounce on his dick. It was my house but she came in and asked if she could join.
Damn baby girl yes you can join she said she never had a three sum and wanted to. She did such a great job and I was surprised how great she was at eating pussy and stroking cock at the same time. We were all on coke and it got wild after she got comfortable I showed her a few things my night was made meeting new people and getting new dick and pussy. I love being a whore. Do you like whores ? Drain your balls hearing me cum all over myself or who ever is around (;
No taboo phone sex with my Brother
It was labor day, and I was with the family again.
Just like last time I was bored out of my mind and wanted sex and drugs.
Sadly, my brother’s friend wasn’t here this time so I knew I wasn’t going to get sex from him. My brother maybe… I took one of my pills from my purse and sat next to him.
“Hey.” I said, breaking one of my pills in half. “Swallow this.”
He looked at me funny and asked “What the fuck is it?”
I laughed, leaving the pill with him as I popped my own into my mouth. “Quit being a pussy!” I taunted him, dry swallowing my favorite of the vices and waited for that warm tingly feeling that went all over me.
I’d been laying in the sun enjoying the warmth as I rubbed my arms and sides. I felt sooo amazing. Mom and Dad shouted “We gotta go to the store! We’ll be back soon!”
I waved at them and didn’t say anything and looked over at my brother. His face was flushed and he kept rubbing his arms too. He also had a monster hard on and it looked like he was having such a hard time leaving it alone.
Mmm… I think I had to help with that so I took off my bikini top for him. “Sis! What are you doing? Wait… You’re nipples are pierced?” I giggled at him and pulled on them making myself moan. “Mmmhmmm… You want to feel them?” I asked, watching him. “It’s not all that’s pierced.” he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my tits. He’s so much younger than me, I’m pretty sure he’d never seen tits for real let alone feel them.
So she couldn’t blame him when he came over and cupped her tits in his hand. The way he tugged on them was just on the border of painful and she moaned, her back arching into his hands. They felt so good on her overly sensitive skin. She smiled at him, touching over her pussy as she hinted. “Would you like to see where else I’m pierced?”
He followed her hands and gasped, a wet spot appearing on his swim trunks. She giggled. “Man… You’re supposed to do that in me.” she teased, his cheeks flushing bright red.
She had so much to teach him…
My Extreme Phone Sex Line
My phone sex line is always anything goes. I have no limits. Can’t imagine I ever will? Extreme age play, piss, scat, snuff, rape fantasies, incest, hardcore anal….. none of that turns me off. Just the opposite actually. I don’t do vanilla topics. Most of my callers are sick and twisted like I am. I mean that as a compliment. I had a wicked hot call last night that is a variation on a theme of a constant wet dream I keep having. The news is filled with stories of girls gone missing, likely sold into the sex slave industry. Most of these outfits are overseas, so I fantasies about a very young brothel right here in my community. Perhaps even run out of my carriage house. It is actually quite large. Who would expect a slave trade outfit in a gated community in Beverly Hills? The lifestyle my husband and I live is expensive. We like to party, travel and live beyond our means, so having some young cash cows besides are own little ones really makes my pussy wet. Runaways, foster brats, homeless little ones, cute young things from the hood or impoverished homes, all make good candidates; but so do a few spoiled brats. Guys pay good money to tear open some little rich bitch girl, right? I have the access to little ones. I’m a Beverly Hills soccer mom. Parents trust me with their brats. I know it’s hard to believe. If they only knew what I have already done to many of their precious angels already, I would be in prison. I make the best magic cocktails that leave little ones with no memory of your big huge dick violating their tiny holes. I just need an accomplice to help me get this started. Bonus, you get to sample all the talent, even train them for a whore’s life. When they age out, we breed them to keep the brothel going. So who is in with me?
Trailer Park Exhibitionism
I was outside today, power washing my trailer, wearing some booty shorts and a bikini top. I had my hair pulled up, and my muscles were all flexing and stretching as I moved. After I finished about half the trailer, I realized that someone was watching me, and I glanced behind me. Sure enough, there was a tall, thin man watching every move I made. I kept working, staying aware of his proximity to my position with every movement I made.
When I was almost finished with the trailer, I felt him start walking toward me. I waited to see what he would say or do, and I was not disappointed. He walked directly up behind me, and he asked me quietly if I wanted a little help getting finished. I said I wouldn’t mind a hand, and I felt his hands encompass my own around the hose and sprayer. His body pressed up against mine from behind, and I felt his raging hard-on. My own cock stirred to life as his muscles flexed and moved in time with my own, and his cock throbbed steadily against my tight ass.
Just about the time I finished with the trailer and started to turn the sprayer and hose off, his hands firmed up on mine as he requested that I keep working. As I did, his hands released my own and moved to cup my ass. He pushed my shorts to the side, baring my sphincter for the world to see if he hadn’t been behind me. I felt a couple of fingers slip into my ass, and they were moist, so I assumed he’d licked them. He flexed them a few times, then removed them. The next thing I felt was his cock sliding into me. The size of him had me gasping. He wasn’t the longest I’ve had, but he was THICK. It felt like a beer can sliding into my ass. He fucked me long and hard as we moved along the trailer still spraying the already clean span of it. We both came hard, and then carried it inside, where he continued to fuck me on my couch.
Fisting phone sex for the weekend!
So I was at the club last night and I decided to go home with a few fellows since they looked like they were having a great time. They offered me some cash, so why the hell not? When I got back to their place they broke open the drugs and the crack pipe.
I immediately started doing the happy dance! Nothing makes my pussy wetter then a good huff and puff off of a pipe. They saw how excited I was getting which in turn made them get throbbing hard fat meat sticks. The higher I got the more I was willing to do anything to show off.
They dared me to shove things up my pussy hole and ass hole so that they could watch how much I could fit in me. I started with my fingers, I slowly worked my way up my cunt with a beer bottle. Once I poured the beer inside of me I took out the glass bottle.
I then put my whole hand inside of me, making a fist. I put my legs above my head and did the same thing to my ass. I worked both my holes open fisting them, as hard as I could. I am a fisting fuck whore! Those guys were standing over top of me throwing their cum loads all over my body.
It was almost better the dollar bills being thrown at me.
White Trash Phone Sex: I’m a Redneck Whore at My Core
White trash phone sex is what I deliver best. I know I don’t look like trailer trash, but that’s just because my husband is filthy rich. I can afford to dress nice and get pampered at the spa. You can move me from the trailer park to a gated community and class up my appearance, but I will always be a redneck whore at my core. We have a beautiful landscaped yard designed on the sweat and labor of undocumented Mexican workers. They are cheap labor, highly skilled in yard work and don’t speak a lick of English. Don’t need to speak English to fuck. Juan is the teen son of one of the workers. He is off of school until Labor day and has been helping his father with the yard work all summer. This was his last Friday working with his dad, so I decided to give him a bonus. When he went inside to use the bathroom, he returned to find me naked and spread eagle on his riding mower. He shifted the bulge in his pants as I summoned him between my legs. I let a wetback teen give me a wet pussy. I let him fuck me too of course, but not till I taught him how to mow my personal lawn. He had some rather natural skills. I didn’t know what the fuck he was saying, but it didn’t matter, I was creaming all over his face. He looked like a glazed donut when he emerged. His brown cock was so hard. Big too. His cock made a tent in his pants. I unzipped his jeans, blew him for a few minutes then put some hair on his chest. I rode that boy like he was a lawn mower. He gave me a cum filled cunt. I’m going to miss him now that he is going back to school. Education is so overrated. I have done quite well for myself and I never graduated high school.
Blowjobs in the Fitting Room
I was shopping for a new outfit for a party this coming weekend, and as I was trying on different things. As a treat to myself, when I am clothes shopping, I always wear the thing I’m trying on as I browse through other outfits to model.
Well, there was this really nice looking guy there, I’m assuming with his girlfriend since he was waiting outside of a fitting room and a girl was chattering away. I felt him watching me, but every time I would glance back to catch him, he would be looking at the door to the fitting room. So, you can imagine my surprise when I heard his girlfriend tell him she was headed to the checkout and then on to the next store on her list only to find him still seated there when I opened my fitting room door again. He was still staring at her fitting room, though I knew she wasn’t in there.
When I came back a few minutes later with another outfit to try on, he wasn’t in the chair, and I carried on about my business as I had been doing. I found him waiting for me in the fitting room, and he quickly dragged me in by my hair and covered my mouth with his own as he pulled the door closed. Slowly but surely, my resolve evaporated, and I started to get worked up. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants. I wanted very much to see the throbbing cock that bulged against his pants.
When it finally sprung free, I wrapped my lips around the head and pushed my mouth all the way down his shaft, dragging and twisting my tongue the whole way. I pressed the length of my tongue up against that lovely, pulsing vein underneath his cock and my fingers found his balls and sphincter. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft over and over, licking, sucking, and deep-throat fucking him. We left that fitting room as clean as we found it, but I was such a dirty little girl, and he was such a good fucking dick.