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.
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Trailer Trash Druggy Whore
Big Dick Sucker and Proud
I’m pretty well known on the lot lizard scene in my town for being a big dick sucker. Cocks that choke other whores slide right down my throat very easily. I guess it helps that I have been sucking cock for a really long time – probably even before I should have been. But I LOVE being a dirty whore and getting down on my knees to suck that trucker cock. I mean, they’ve been on the road for a while and need some relief. I’m very happy to be the one to provide it for them. Some truckers tell me they drive a little bit out of their way just to make sure they can get a blow job from me.
I love looking up and seeing a line of men waiting on me to suck them off. It turns me on so much and I always have to put my fingers in my cunt while I’m sucking those big cocks. Do you want to hear what it’s like for me on one of those nights? Do you want to hear about the way I would suck your fat cock and make you cum? Just call me and use me just like everyone else does. I love it.
Druggy Whore Begs For A Creampie
This druggy whore loves being a cream pie slut. Yeah, I hit put out lots of lot lizard sex every night to support my habits. I am a good old fashioned crack whore cunt, what can I say? Momma would do anything for a line of coke. So, when I was having trouble because these pathetic trucker cocks can be so cheap, I brought my rugrats to work with me. Only the oldest three, of course, but their young pussies were for sale. I paraded these bald cunted whores around the truck lot with me. I dressed them in barely anything, to show off what taking their virginity and ruining their young cunts was worth. I had buyers for my little ones, so I let their men take them away to plow their little pussies. Then, I had to make my own cash. I went to my regular man who always lets me smoke before slamming his cock into my sopping wet cunt. He always leaves me a tip and makes me a cum dumpster. A creampie in my cunt. Maybe this time, he left a baby too.
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.
Trucker’s Favorite Fucktoy – Breeding
I said he wasn’t bringing me back. He’d been using me as his personal fuck slave for the past two weeks. He never unchained me from his bed, not even to piss. But, he kept me flying high as a kite on snow, and my pussy was always dripping wet.
He’d surpassed the point of fucking me raw days ago. I was just a worthless hole now; three holes to be exact. Here he came again to ram his cock down my throat, choking me. When he grew bored at the sounds of me gasping for breath, he’d switch over to my asshole. Tight as I used to be, I was filthy and forced to use the bathroom right where I was. He fucked my in my shithole before making me clean my own ass off of his cock.
He always came in my cunt; he said he was breeding me. He said he was going to fuck me every day until my belly got big as a house, and my tiddies would swell just for him. All the coke in the world wasn’t worth this torture. My pussy disagreed. I grew wetter and wetter as he pounded away inside my destroyed cunt. He came, I came. Ten months later, so did our baby.
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.
Druggy Whore Goes For A Ride
“Hop in, you filthy fucking whore.” He taunted, holding up an eight ball to entice me. His cock was out, all pathetic four inches of it. The blow was enough, so I was stripped and in the cab before he had a chance to go soft on me. My pussy was slick, not minding his little cock if it meant cocaine. The less work I had to do, the better.
He took off, pulling the truck out onto the highway. “Swallow my cock, bitch.” He spit in my face as I did a line off the dashboard. I was on him like flies on honey in July. I slammed him into the back of my throat. He moaned real loud, dirty bird, and nearly swerved a lane. I kept throat fucking him, faster and faster. He was grinding the gears, slipping over to the shoulder of the road.
He threw me onto the bunk, climbing up my body. Pinning me down, he face fucked me, rattling my teeth. My head was slamming into the wall, spinning from more than just the snow. He spilled his baby gravy deep down my throat. Getting off, I reached for the coke. Instead, he handcuffed me to the bunk.
“You’re mine, cunt.” He wasn’t going to bring me back to the lot.
I Love Being a Trailer Trash Whore
I wasn’t always doing so well in life especially since I’m a Trailer trash whore. I was raised by a crack whore mama and her johns were always over taking advantage of me. I just learned quickly to suck cock and spread my legs and give them what they wanted. If I fought them, I’d get pretty messed up. I rather them just pump pump and blow and get the fuck out. I’m trailer trash but I ain’t stupid. I figured out how to become resourceful after getting kicked out of school. I tried the college thing but it wasn’t for me. I got a full scholarship because of what I am and where I’m from and I passed some tests. They may have drugged me and fucked the shit out of me but I still have a brain and I make use of it. I decided to take in some other young girls from the street and shitty families and make a fucking good living off of them. I like crack rock, so what, and I like fucking, big deal. The thing I like most is making a living off of pimping out some of these young tight holes so they can earn their keep. Want some?
















