Don’t mess with a Druggie Whore.

The drugs were really making me horny that night. I don’t know if it was all of the hot guys at the party or this was some great shit. I pulled 2 more lines into my tortured nostrils and felt my pussy quiver. It came over me in great waves and I needed to be used, filled to the hilt. I smiled at the loser next to me and he checked out my tits. “Hey, sweet cheeks, you needing something? Follow me.” I trotted along like an obedient dog to a back room. As soon as the door closed, he changed. “You fucking junkie, you think you’re hot shit. You aint nothin’. ” he taunted me. He was a wimpy little guy and as he pulled out his cock, I saw how wimpy. Three inches, no more. I burst into laughter, the drugs making it even funnier. He hit me, his tiny fist all balled up, like his tiny erection. He pulled me to my knees and tried to stuff his teeny weenie into my mouth to stop the mutter of expletives that rolled from my mouth. I made a fish face and pulled on it a few times, unable to stop my giggles. I darted for the door, yanking it open, sharing his shame with the room. Everyone laughed openly now, staring at his shriveling 3 inches. I could take no more. I pulled off my panties and ordered him to put them on. He looked like he was going to cry as he slid into my lacy thong. “Now, are there any real men out here who want to help a girl out and train this sissy?” Hands went into the air and I knew this was gonna be a good, good night. Time for some white trash training, little sissy slut. You done fucked with the wrong druggie bitch.

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