I am a lot lizard sex whore. I love the truck stops. I find that I can hustle safely there. I did have one bad encounter this weekend but I was so fucking high that I did not feel it until the next day. Boy did I feel it too. Nothing that a little coke cannot fix. Okay, nothing a lot of coke cannot fix, lol. Want to know the story? I knocked on the wrong cab. There was not just one trucker in there. There were 6. I don’t think the other 5 were truckers though. All Hispanic and young looking. Did not speak much English. I think that truck driver was part of a coyote organization. Coyotes smuggle in folks and make them work off the fee for getting them out of their homeland with sex work and sweat labor, or even mule work. I played dumb. Coyotes will kill anyone who stands in their way. I guess I found the one benevolent coyote. He offered me up as a gangbang whore to the men in the back of his truck. I understand some Spanish because I live in Florida. They saw me as a whore and wanted to use my asshole. The coyote trucker gave me some good blow, so I sucked it up. Welcum to America boys. I was on all fours in the truck getting anally gang banged. Those were some big brown cocks. Aggressive too. I am an anal slut, but these guys were rough on my old ass. Brutal. I did not feel it at the time because that was some good cocaine. King Kong could have fucked my ass and I would not have felt it in the moment. The next day, however, this anal sex whore felt it all. But I still had some primo weed. That makes anything better.
Category: Trailer trash whore
Lot Lizard Sex Whore Gets Anally Tortured for Coke
Druggy Porn Star Beverly Cannot Hold Her Liquor
I am a druggy porn star. In my head at least. What can I say? When it comes to coke, pot and pills, I party like a rock star and keep my dignity. Not that I have much dignity to begin with, LOL. I just mean that I do not get sloppy when high. Drinking is my weakness, however. I can hold my liquor better than most women, but I am a sloppy drunk, nonetheless. Last night I crashed a party. One of the girls at the party challenged me to a drinking contest. I think she wanted to shame me. I was 3 times her age, but the guys at the party turned their focus to me not her when I crashed the party. They were more interested in the trashy milf than her, and I think she just got jealous. She wanted to see me falling down drunk, praying to the porcelain gods. I knew it was a possibility because liquor not my drug of choice. Challenge accepted and challenged failed. She handed me a bottle of Jack Daniels and I guzzled it like I was Janis Joplin on stage. In between guzzles, I took some hits off my pipe and a couple lines of devil’s dust too. Soon, I looked like the girl from the Exorcist. I was puking after I drank most of the bottle of Jack. So was the girl who challenged me. We both lost the challenge and we both lost our dignity, LOL. The guys at the party did not care that we were sloppy drunk though. Their dicks were hard for the two drunk girls. I had puke breath. So did she, but again, I think the guys at the party preferred drunk girls fucking. I can be high as a kite and remember everything. A bottle of Jack Daniels and I am a puking, fucking, hot mess. My pussy was full of cum the next morning. Hell, I had cum matted in my hair too. If those guys did not mind fucking me, I did not mind them fucking me. Do you like a drunk girl fucking?
Phone Sex Sluts Have the Most Interesting Stories and Experiences
Phone sex sluts have the most interesting lives. You do not get into the phone bone business if you are a choir girl. There are many reasons why I am in this business. Where to begin? I had an interesting upbringing as a Lolita whore for my Meth head sperm and egg donors. I married a former “John” who was 25 years older than me and gave him three daughters to fuck and along the way I had three sons for me to fuck too. We have a home brothel and a very profitable one too. I have broken all sorts of laws and moral codes in my life. Some not by choice, many by choice. Where else could I ever work? Working for a sexline was my only option but I do not do it for the money. Between my husband’s career and our side business, money is not tight. I just like sharing my dirty life with men who wish I was either their mother or their wife. I find this kind of work rewarding on so many levels. I think it does a lot for one’s self-esteem to know you are not alone in your perverted thoughts and experiences. I love being the madam of my home brothel because I can do it right. My parents were rural hicks who never thought about the real money they could make off a Lolita whore. Of course, I grew up in a trailer park in rural West Virginia and now I live in a gated community in California. The clientele my husband recruits for our home brothel are far richer than truckers traveling through a truck stop when I was little. My husband and I vet our “Johns,” too so that our precious cargo is never ruined, or at least not ruined for long. My phone sex line is not just for fantasy thoughts about little sluts and dirty mommies. It is for sharing taboo experiences and learning how to have your own dirty family too.
Taboo Phonesex Life Makes Me Perfect for Taboo Phone Calls
I am perfect for taboo phonesex. My life has been taboo since I was born. I had a caller this morning who wanted to take me back to those unpleasant years. He made me dig deep to talk about things I wanted to forget. Somethings, I had forgotten until my trip down memory lane. Sometimes, however, I think it is good to go back to your past to see just how far you have come. I am a survivor. I am scrappy. And I am lucky I met my husband when I was just a Lolita slut working out of a dilapidated old pop-up camper behind my parents’ trailer in rural West Virginia. I was dirty because I was only allowed inside to shower once a week. I was illiterate too because my parents never registered my birth. I flew under the radar. I was never formally educated when I was schoolgirl age. I hated my life, but I knew no other life because I was so sheltered. My husband saw my potential. It was a chance encounter. He was driving through the state, and he wanted some pussy. He met my parents, and they had something young and tender for him. He was a fan of hookers for hire, especially the jailbait kind. He took pity on me. He came through the state several more times just to see me. He snuck me gifts and coke to help me get through the less than pleasant Johns my parents found for me to fuck. When it became harder for my husband to find the young pussy he wanted, he bought me from my parents. They sold me for $10,000. That is all. My husband still chuckles over how they allowed him to lowball them like that. They were dumb, rural meth heads. That seemed like a lot of money in the 80s in rural West Virginia. My husband and I were the true victors. I clean up well. I birthed him three daughters for home use. He educated me, polished me up and now I run our home brothel of young sexy prostitutes. My husband knows how to treat whores. I may hate reliving those earlier memories of my youth, but after the call, I just felt so much better because my life is so different now. I am still a whore, but I am a high-class whore to very rich men and I have a big family of whores who love me and the whore life.














