A trashy MILF should not be trusted with a bunch of brats at a bowling alley. I was asked to supervise one of my son’s school functions. On a Friday night no less. I was stoned and buzzed. Which means I was fucking horny as hell too. I sat back and watched a bunch of little ones play with big balls and my pussy got wet. I don’t wear ugly shoes, so I sat on the sidelines watching the eye candy. I had a brilliant idea. I invited them all back to my place for a pool party after bowling. They texted their parents, and they all got approval. No brats on a Friday night means parents can play. Just the opposite with me! I love to play with young ones. Of course no one had swim suits, so we skinny dipped in the pool. That was my intention. I wanted to see all those hairless cocks and pretty bald slits. I may have spiked their punch too turning those innocent school girls and boys into horny little creatures. Little peckers got hard and I could smell the cunnie juice. I orchestrated myself a school orgy. How did you spend your Friday night? I bet you didn’t have nearly as much fun as I did!
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Slutty Druggy Porn
Honestly I am almost always fucked up. I am always high on something and drinking too. I like the way it makes me feel. I like the way it makes those big black cocks hurt a little less and how it relaxes me to take it like a slut. Like a total BBC loving whore. We know I love big black cock and we know my good new friend loves it too. He loves to get nice and fucked up with me. He loves to watch all these big black dicks sliding in and out of my holes. My ass and my pussy of course but my throat takes it all too. Anything for that cum! One after the other I keep going, a girl like me is a total gangbang whore now and I know that I am going to have my body covered in that hot sticky load in no time. How can I say no anyway? I might just be too high…ha! Just kidding that’s not possibly, it just means I can take more black thick dicks!
Bet Good
Nothing makes my pussy wetter then making money.
As I saddled up to the bar I was not only very tipsy, I was very happy as well.
This would be the last drink and the last bet for the night.
Just I had done before I placed my empty glass on the bar along with a five dollar bill. It would be the same bet but with a different guy.
I smiled sweetly and said:
“Care to make a little wager?”
“Sure darlin”
“OK I bet you that I have a little rhyme that you can’t top. The bet is my five here and a drink.”
He laughed. “Bet good”
“Two and two is four. Four and five is nine. I can tell the length of yours but you can’t tell the depth of mine.”
He almost fell off the bar stool laughing. Handed me my five dollars and bought my drink. I downed the drink and tucked the five in my bra, making a cool hundred it was time to go home.
I walked out the door and started down the street feeling very pleased with my self. And then I saw him leaning up against a pole. By the looks of him he had money and I am greedy.
I walked up to him and decided to go double or nothing. Never dreaming it would be nothing.
“Hey care for a friendly wager?”
I could tell by the way he said yes that he was way drunker then I was.
“I bet you a hundred bucks that I have a rhyme that you can’t top.”
He chuckled a little and took my bet.
“Two and two is four. Four and five is nine. I can tell the length of yours but you can’t tell the depth of mine.”
He was quiet for some time when I asked him to fork over my money. I should have known by that smile I was going down.
“Not so fast Sugar. Two and two is four. Four and five is nine. I can piss in yours, but you can’t piss in mine.”
Handing him my hundred I realized that I need to learn when to stop while I am ahead.
Gangbang Whore Party
I live in the backwoods Alabama area so all this stuff about Martin Luther King Jr. Day isn’t a huge deal for us. But what is a big deal is Robert E. Lee’s birthday. We all have southern pride here and it shows. One of my stripper friends is hosting a naughty Lee party. Usually the guys bring lots of guns and confederate flags. The girls aren’t allowed to wear anything. It really is a free for all, especially for the guys. The guys grope and touch whatever they want. There is always so much jungle juice so the girls get plastered.
I got so drunk last time that I woke up with thirteen naked bodies around me. Turns out all the girls got super slutty and everyone had a giant orgy. I woke up really sore but one of the guys had taken photos of us all being so drunk and slutty. All the country guys knew how to have fun. “Gangbang Whore” was scribbled on my lower back so I knew my asshole was used nicely just like my cunt. I’m such a naughty fucking whore and I can’t wait for this year’s party. I can only imagine how these country guys are going to use me.
Druggy Phone Sex W/ a Drunk Gangbang Whore
I might have partied too hard, I might have fucked every single one of the guys that were there… and I am not afraid to admit that I am a slut. No, that’s too modest. I am a super slut. And honestly I do not see what is so wrong with that. Some people like bananas, I love cock. Everyone has their own guilty pleasure. Take away the guilty and mine is just pleasure. And it makes other people happy too! Whoever it is. I would be classified as a super slut because I will fuck just about anyone. I have no boundaries I just love to fuck!! I still have my preferences though don’t get me wrong!! I really would like for at least one guy and one girl to be in my slutty fun. That’s not too much to ask, I think it’s reasonable and everyone should do it that way. It’s beneficial because not only is there enough to go around, there’s more ways to fuck and more parts to play with! Why wouldn’t I want to eat a girl out while getting fucked in the ass by our guy? Or maybe I could flick her nipples while I get fisted by him…the possibilities are endless. I don’t care what people think – being a slut is fucking awesome, and partying hard while being the biggest whore I can be is even better.
Party hard on New year’s Eve
Every new Year’s Eve , it’s the same old thing for most of us. We go out for a good time. Maybe get us some end of year cock. I know that final blow job should end in a ball-dropping explosion. I dance my ass ass off with some friends, but things get all freaky. I always seem to end up missing my clothes by morning or wake up at some orgy where cum soaked pussies and limp, crusty dicks are everywhere, fueled by the alcoholic lust. I wonder how many dudes had their dicks in me and how much cum I swallowed. My throat is sore from the drugs and the dick action. I wouldn’t change a thing though. I’m gonna do my drugs, drink that Jager, and get all of the fuckmeat that I can handle, cause life takes its toll. In a few years we all end up spending the New year in sweats, watching the Dick Clark special (cause that’s the only dick we’ll get) and sipping non-alcoholic grape fizzy with the brats.
So, I’m getting mine now before it’s too late. Make sure you find a DD though. Being dead is not cool.
Happy New Year, fuckers. How about one last phone fuck before the ball drops?
The Morning After
Holy shit batman! What a night I had, I am feeling more than rough this morning. I know better than to drink Rye Whiskey but there I was, pounding it down like water. My will was as weak as a 99 year old man’s cock. Just wasn’t there at all. Buddy knows I cannot stay away from that shit, no matter how hard I try. He brought me a bottle to work anyway. Said he would only let me have a couple of shots, yeah right. I think I did about ten shots, plus drank beer. I should be dead!
After I got out the shower my cell phone was blowing up. It was Buddy. He wanted to know how much of last night I remembered. Are you kidding me? I remember bringing the shot glass to my lips but that is about it. I’m not even sure how the hell I got home! Then he gave me a link and told me to check it out. I clicked on the link and that motherfucker posted pics of me on some random site!
Now most broads would be pissed about that. Me? Well, I was at first then I started to look at them, and man do I ever look smashed! I started to laugh and told him that he could keep them up. He told me that it was my idea for him to take naked pics of me, and it was also my idea for him to invite some of his buddies over so they could fuck me. I do not remember that idea at all, I do however remember me taking my clothes off after he jogged my memory. The fucking part though? Nope, do not remember that at all. I think Buddy came up with that idea all by himself.