Looking for white trash phone sex? I may not live in a trailer park anymore, but I am still a trashy whore. My husband polished me up to fit into his social circles, but you cannot polish a turd as the saying goes, LOL. My husband knows that I am a bit rough around the edges and he loves it. He is not the kind of man who cares what people think. We have been married over 20 years. Married when I was 18. People judged him for marrying his teen nanny back then. Folks in our neighborhood do not even know the true story of how we met or how old I was when we started fucking. He married a teen whore. Now, I am a mature whore. I do not fuck as much as our Lolita hookers for hire, but I am still in demand at 43. Now, sometimes, my husband tosses me in front of some rich foreign investors as a bonus to go with his firm. I never mind either. Most of the time, it is one of our daughters those rich foreign investors want to seal a deal. This time, this Greek oil tycoon wanted me. Of course, this billionaire is only 26, so he wanted a milf. Not common to see a man that rich and powerful that young. He inherited it all from his father as the only son and heir to a fortune. The rich boy took a liking to me at an innocuous meeting and my husband asked for a favor. This was one favor this trailer park whore wife did not mind doing. I had my special date with the boy last night. He wanted to do everything to me. Fuck my ass, cum on my face, have me rim his ass and even peg his ass. Turns out as hung as he is and as skilled as he is at eating pussy, he wanted ass play and he cannot get that in his country. At least he cannot get it without the world finding out hurting his reputation as an alpha business man. I explained how I am constantly judged as a trashy gold digger despite being with my husband longer than any other wife in my hoity toity neighborhood. Then, I pegged his ass raw for hours making him my anal sex whore. My husband got the deal. His client got pegged. And I have two men indebted to me. Yeah, I love doing favors for my husband.
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White Trash Phone Sex: You Cannot Polish a Turd
Freebie From a Big Dick Sucker
I’m not just a big dick sucker because I get paid for it, I suck big dicks because I like to suck big dicks! Having my mouth stuffed full of man meat makes me horny as hell. Sucking on a slinky little pencil dick just doesn’t do it for me. Anyone packing less than a mouthful in their pants absolutely has to pay me to get blown. Got a big ol’ bone that I can really sink my teeth into, figuratively of course, and you just might be able to talk me into a pro bono boner blowy.
No offense to all of you small to average sized men out there, I know you need to get some head, too. You just have to make sure you have some cash on you to get me to do it, I don’t give freebies to anyone with less than six inches of fuck stick. If you can’t trash the back of my throat then my money making muff won’t get all gooey and if my gash doesn’t drip when I suck your dick then there’s just no way I’m going to give it to you for free. Sorry, that’s the way the sloppy wet cum cookie crumbles.
Don’t get it twisted, I’m not saying I’ll give every guy with a great big hog free blowjobs. What are you, high or something? No, it takes more than size to titillate my trashy twat, a man has to be able to work it right, too. How do you turn a seasoned trailer trash whore on so much that she gives you free deepthroat blowjobs? Have the equipment needed for the job and then fuck her face like she’s the one who owes you money. Almost works every time.
Cheap Phone Sex Whores Love Guys With Foot Fetishes!
As I stepped out of the shower onto my bath mat thinking about cheap phone sex calls, I looked down at my freshly french tipped toes. I slipped them into my shower slippers and then headed to my room. Sitting, in my towel on the edge of the bed, I opened my side table and pulled out my lotion. Slowly I began to lotion my perfect moist feet. Suddenly my bedroom door was opened and in walked my roommate’s father.
Like a deer in headlights, he started my foot in two of my hands. I stared back waiting for the shock to leave his face and the door to shut from embarrassment behind him. Still, he just stood there floored by what he saw. I encouraged him to come into my room further. Like a hypnotized zombie he did.
I pushed my freshly showered food against the crotch of his pants. He groaned and I knew that I had struck a cord. I smirked and pushed my other foot against him along with the first. Slowly I pulled his fly down with my toes.
He didn’t pull away, however, instead pulled his chubby out to meet my feet. I giggled, I didn’t know my roommate Daddy had a foot fetish but I knew just what to do. I sandwich him between my perfect arches and began to stroke him. I could feel him grow harder. He leaned down and held my toes between his fingers, rubbing his cock viciously between him.
It didn’t take long for him to blow his load either. All over my freshly showered toes.
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.