I was doing live phone sex before I was old enough to even realize what I was doing. I remember being forced to talk dirty on the phone to all kinds of people I did not even know! Daddy was such a mean fuck and he sure did like making me do things to make that dick hard. There really were no live girls doing phone sex. You called up and got this recording of some dumb bitch fucking. She always sounded so fake. Daddy made a killing off of me, his little live phone whore. Eventually they all wanted to meet this hot voice, so when I met the loser I am married to now, I just ran off with him. But he still wants to hear a whore cum on the phone, so he made me get this job. I love it! I’ll fuck my nasty cunt while he is jacking off and the pervert on the phone is jacking off too. Now that is an orgy! And I actually have fun telling guys in the middle of the night how much I love to fuck. My hubby throws a nice fat line down for me, and I masturbate all night! Then when I come down he makes me beg for him to give me more, as long as I suck it right off his cock! I would love to fuck you on the phone tonight. We could even get so high that it takes hours of filthy fucking dirty talk to make us both cum. I love being such a nasty whore! This phone sex line stays open as long as my cunt is wet, and if you had not guessed already, my pussy is wet all night long. Just let me grab my blow, snort it to my head, and than wash it down with the head of your cock baby. Talk to you soon!
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Cum Dumpster Silvia Stout, Would Not Spit That Hot Load Out
Growing up as a cum dumpster for my perv pop was not always fun and games. But I made the most of it. I learned that getting high made his nightly cum dump deposits more bearable. Even sometimes enjoyable. Pops learned early on if he got me stoned or pumped up on meth I was less likely to refuse his filthy cock. If you can imagine becoming a druggy whore with piggy tails, you would know how much of a addict I am now.
Not all my memories are bitter sweet though. Pops did have a few times he integrated good parenting with his dark desire to violate his baby girl. I remember my favorite bedtime story. It was about a young girl who shared my name, Pops said that made me almost famous! He would creep into my room and share his beer and blow. He would feed me his cock as he would recite my poem. Pops changed some words, but you may recognize the famous poem as “Sarah Cynthia Silvia Stout, would not take the garbage out” written by Shel Silverstein.
This cum dump whore is named Silvia Stout
And she would not spit that hot load out
She’d lick your ass and pump your cock
Beg for more – well that’s no shock
And though the Pimps and Johns would pout
She just would not share, or spit it out
So it filled up her cum dump
With hot liquid gold
Swishing and swashing
So good we were told
She’d savor the flavor
But refused to share
They would all beg and plead
But our selfish whore did not care
She craved that thick substance
That’s right could not live without
So this phone sex line slut Silvia stout
Table Games Trash
I was so relieved when he finally passed out. I thought he was never gonna stop torturing my cunt with his medical kit. Don’t get me wrong, I love sick sex, but I just was not high enough for his shit tonight. He hid my stash again and promised to cut me a line after he came in my mouth and cunt, but he fucking passed out before he could. Sometimes I wonder how anyone besides a whore could be so useless. Luckily I had plans to head over to the card room and score some dope and poker chips. Honestly the only reason I stay with this loser is because he is sterile as a bottle of bleach. Which means I can fuck bareback all I want. There will come a time when I want my own little whore to fuck with, but as for now I only wanted cock, blow, and the card room.
When I got there I saw three of my guys just waiting for some trashy cunt. I had been up two days already and I was not wasting time. I had a plan. Get lit, get fucked, and get gambling! I nodded my head at the taller one and licked my lips. He followed me out to the parking garage, and under the stairwell where there is no cameras yet. This is where I will hang for about two hours getting high, and getting fucked by a few high rollers. They loved my mouth and my pussy. And they sure did love the weekend where I could hang out for a day or two. Win win don’t you say?