I have a secret love for bbc phone sex. I am not like an exclusive black cock whore. I love all kinds of cocks. Variety is the spice of life, but I fucked this black dealer last night to score some coke. O M G. His cock was huge. It was hard to swallow it all and I think I have some awesome cock sucking skills. He made me work for my weekend party supplies too. He said he had a thing for blonde whores who party. Before I tried to swallow his cock, I had to snort a line off his dick. Let us just say that was the longest line of coke I have ever snorted. His cock was almost 13 inches long. He was hard to swallow even for a big dick sucker like me. He took a few pictures of the blonde whore gagging on his anaconda and shared it on his snap chat. Before long he had friends coming over to share the party girl’s holes. I could not say no. I wanted that coke. I wanted those big black cocks too. I needed their cum. Sometimes, a girl just needs to be treated like a whore. And no one treats me more like the whore I am than a black man.
Category: White trash phone sex
Trailer Trash Druggy Whore
My cunt gets so wet for crack. That’s right. I’m a trailer trash druggy whore who needs her fix. When I’m dripping wet all over your cock, it’s because I’m thinking about buying and smoking all that ice. I’ll do anything for a hit; anal cum dumpster, sucking big black cocks, even eating your asshole. That’s right, I’m a filthy fucking whore who will do literally whatever you ask. Yeah, there’s nothing I won’t do for a drag of that sweet dream. I’ll even rent out my offspring. I have eight, you know, so I can spare three or four. Do you know how much money I could make off of their young, hard cocks and sweet bald cunts? So much. I know what you’d pay as a PDaddy to be able to play with rugrats. You don’t have to be shy, I actually love to watch them work up on you and fulfill your every fantasy. You want my darlings, and I want my drugs. Let’s make a trade.
Phone Sex Line for P Stories
I believe in giving back to my community, especially in times like these. Philanthropy feels good. I think giving is receiving. That is why I volunteer every Friday at my local YMCA. They are still having some activities for young ones stuck at home for the summer. The camps were cancelled, and the pool is closed, but they have a few hours a day for boys and girls to make some arts and crafts. I pass out the art supplies to the poor boys and girls in need of a little social interaction. Most of them have mommy or daddy issues and just need a nice MILF to be good to them, to give them the nurturing and love they do not get at home. These are the darlings of crack whores and pimp daddies. These girls and boys often lack their mother’s love, which makes it so much easier to prey on them. If you have ever called my phone sex line, you know I am a dirty P whore. When a brother and sister were left behind because no one picked them up, I offered to give them a ride home. I drove them right to my house for daddy and me to enjoy. Two little jungle bunnies. Daddy and I love some young tender dark meat occasionally. A good woman gives boys and girls the love and care they need. I sucked that boy’s black dickie and ate that tender age girl’s bald cunnie. The boy was big for his age. He will grow into a porn star if the hood does not swallow him up. Daddy enjoyed fucking that sweet little black pussy. Very pink and juicy on the inside. I did take them home, eventually. They did not want to leave our place. I felt bad returning them. They could make us so much money as part of our hookers for hire, but we do not need the police looking for us. Daddy and I gave them a bag of money that we told them to hide from their crack whore mommy. I take care of the little ones I molest. Treat them well and they never tell on you.
Lot Lizard Sex Is my Favorite
Your whore is known for lot lizard sex around here. Right now I am doing my country a good deed by pimping out my pussy! Though needing a fix is what really drives me, and well, my love for cum. My hands were shaking as this stocky trucker handed me a rock and told me to climb up in his sleeper. That big rock meant I was going to have to suck a lot of cock and be fucked multiple times. I didn’t care as I took the pipe out of my bra. The truck stop was bare for this time of morning so I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t hear him on the CB telling anyone that a true gangbang whore was ready to be pummeled. I did hear a couple trucks pull in as I was lighting the crack and heard that beautiful fizzle and pop, and then my body melted into oblivion. The truck door swung open and someone called we are ready for that slut! I was harshly yanked out of his truck and pulled to the ground. Five dirty truck drivers surrounded me and with cocks out and trucks parked expertly to block us I knew what they wanted. A bukkake whore to suck them and to coat with cum! I stopped and tried to back away asking where my baggie of crack was only to be shown it by the original driver. I would have to earn my dope back nickel by nickel he said. “Now get to work whore!” I crawled back to the circle and accepted my fate. I love cock and if I was getting rock for it I would suck these men like golf balls through a garden hose. The taste of cum and crack are what fuels a live phone sex whore like me!
Find Nasty Mommy Whore On The phone sex Line
When I get home from a long day of turning tricks I like to get in the phone sex line. I just want to relax with my pile of snow and play with my cum filled little ass and cunt. My pussy is wet and dripping huge ropes of cum out of it. The mirror over my bed lets me watch as I slide my own fingers in and out of me. My son is asleep next to me and I feel his little hand crawl up my thigh. I know it’s wrong but he is the only male who appreciates his mommy. I don’t even care if he hears the calls I do with you filthy perverts. He has seen me fucked into oblivion and understands that his mommy is a paid whore on and of the phone. He reminds me so much of my brother with his curly black hair and big green eyes. My brother used to adore me the same way. Long before he became the Kingpin of coke and other wares. I slip my own son a line of coke because I want him to stay up with me and tell me about his day. I also need his peepee to become erect and climb on top of me as He gets spun and mommy is feeling good. As he pumps me I light a menthol and blow it into his face. He giggles and asks me if men who call me talk about him. They do I say, they want to fuck you and make you into a sissy slut. They want you on that cock as another man is making mommy vomit down her tits with his cock. I know it’s wrong to use him for my own personal pleasure. But no one ever accused me of being anything other than a whore.
My Dirty Phone Sex Story
Dirty phone sex stories are something I have plenty to share. My life has been one dirty story after another. I had a caller last night that was more interested in my story. Most of my callers want to talk about my family of little whores. I had to go back to some painful memories, but that is what good coke is for, right? This caller wanted to know how a girl from rural West Virginia ended up in a gated community in California. It was luck or fate. I am still not sure which. My parents were meth heads. I was born in a trailer and raised as nothing more than a cash cow to support their habits. My earliest memories are being in some dingy little camper in the back of a trailer with fat old men on top of me. My parents kept me strung out too, so I would not fight as I got older. My husband thinks I may not have even been born to them. He has a theory that I was either kidnapped for the sex trade or purchased from sex traffickers for the same purpose. My parents would lure travelers and truckers to the little camper in back and exchange money for a few minutes in heaven with a Lolita trick. It was all I knew. I never had friends. I never went to school. The words I knew, I picked up from Johns and my folks. I was barely a teen when my husband who is P man found himself lured into that camper. Unlike most of the Johns, he was not a redneck poor trucker. He was a wealthy P man who liked young pussy. He felt sorry for me and had designs for something better for me. He bought me from my folks. Raised me as his adopted teen daughter and married me when I was 18. Sent me to school; got me educated; got me clean off smack so I could get pregnant and turned me into a breeding machine for his P needs. He is 35 years older than me and we have been together over 25 years. We have a family of sexy prostitutes. My life has changed. I am still a whore, but I am a well-taken care of whore living high on the hog now. My caller made me realize I need to embrace my past to appreciate my life now.