Dirty phone sex stories are plentiful with me. I am a dirty old whore. I was at some dive bar last night. Only kind I go to. It was a mix of guys. Working class bar. Black men, white men, old and young. Mostly guys in the trade craft world. Plumbers, electricians and folks like that. I was not looking for cock. I figured I was too old for men my age. I was wrong. Just about every man in the bar bought me a drink. I can hold my coke. I do better than the average woman, but a working-class Joe who kicks back a few beers an hour. Yeah, I was out of my league, but that did not stop me from trying. I was too drunk to drive. Hell, I was too drunk to find my car. A few guys my age drove me home. I invited them in for a drink. They were gentlemen. I am not used to that. I was thinking they could turn me into an anal cum dumpster in the dive bar bathroom and leave me until I woke up in a pool of my own puke. Instead, I had to convince them to fuck me. I told them I am not their wives. I am a whore. A dirty old whore. I shared some Mary Jane with them. Then, I did what I do best. I pulled out their cocks and blew them dry. They came easily for old men. A lot of cum too. I did not point out the obvious to them. But I knew their wives were worthless. The did some lines of coke with me and that brought those old cocks back to life quickly. I got to be a cum dumpster for my peers. I cannot remember the last time I fucked a guy in his 50s. It is usually the younger men who want this old whore. Well, now at least three old plumbers in my city want to fuck this old broad. They are skipping the bar tonight and partying at my place.
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