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My Dirty Phone Sex Story

dirty phone sexDirty 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.


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