I am perfect for taboo phonesex. My life has been taboo since I was born. I had a caller this morning who wanted to take me back to those unpleasant years. He made me dig deep to talk about things I wanted to forget. Somethings, I had forgotten until my trip down memory lane. Sometimes, however, I think it is good to go back to your past to see just how far you have come. I am a survivor. I am scrappy. And I am lucky I met my husband when I was just a Lolita slut working out of a dilapidated old pop-up camper behind my parents’ trailer in rural West Virginia. I was dirty because I was only allowed inside to shower once a week. I was illiterate too because my parents never registered my birth. I flew under the radar. I was never formally educated when I was schoolgirl age. I hated my life, but I knew no other life because I was so sheltered. My husband saw my potential. It was a chance encounter. He was driving through the state, and he wanted some pussy. He met my parents, and they had something young and tender for him. He was a fan of hookers for hire, especially the jailbait kind. He took pity on me. He came through the state several more times just to see me. He snuck me gifts and coke to help me get through the less than pleasant Johns my parents found for me to fuck. When it became harder for my husband to find the young pussy he wanted, he bought me from my parents. They sold me for $10,000. That is all. My husband still chuckles over how they allowed him to lowball them like that. They were dumb, rural meth heads. That seemed like a lot of money in the 80s in rural West Virginia. My husband and I were the true victors. I clean up well. I birthed him three daughters for home use. He educated me, polished me up and now I run our home brothel of young sexy prostitutes. My husband knows how to treat whores. I may hate reliving those earlier memories of my youth, but after the call, I just felt so much better because my life is so different now. I am still a whore, but I am a high-class whore to very rich men and I have a big family of whores who love me and the whore life.
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Trashy MILF Lilibeth Loves to Seduce The Teenage Sons and Husbands of Neighborhood Karens
I love being a trashy milf. I was born in a trailer park in the backwoods of West Virginia. Now, I reside in a gated community in California. I married well. Despite running in elite social groups now, I am still that redneck woman in West Virginia. My husband is a pillar of his community, but our neighbors and his friends see me as a gold-digging trophy wife. I do not let it bother me. If they knew my husband and I have a home brothel, they would disown him too. I like to fuck with the uptight Karens in my community. This one Karen is the worst. She hates me because I fucked her husband. She does not have proof that I did, but she knows her husband is into me. I have my eyes set on her teenage son now. When I first fucked her hubby, that boy of hers was still in diapers. He is a tall and strapping lad now. She cannot know I fucked her son though because she would have this trailer trash whore arrested. I can take satisfaction though in the fact that I stole her husband and her son. I fucked the boy last night. She sent me a snarky text about how I was dressed at the Christmas party. I just told her that her husband seemed to love my outfit. I knew that would send her into a tailspin. In the meantime, I texted her son and invited him over. He is good friends with my middle son, so it was no surprise to hear from me. What was a surprise, however, was seeing me naked at the door when he arrived. I unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard teenage cock and led him to my bedroom where I blew his mind, and he blew his load. Teenage boys love to fuck a sexy milf. I fucked him all day long. Drained his balls several times. He did not mind using his friend’s sexy mom as his private cum dumpster either. I wish his Karen of a mother could know I fucked her son too, but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing what I did.
Trailer trash whore & The CPA
Trailer trash whore Hadley fucks husbands accountant. I don’t give two shits either. Between working the club, and phone whoring I have to do my taxes myself. This mother fucker is supposed to help me get the maximum benefit and now that Im married My husband is worried he will get audited!
So, He sent me to do what any good slut would. I was going to fuck his brains out for a large tax break! My husband laughed and told me not to give the poor old man a heart attack with my pussy! I promised I would do my best. We needed him to move some money and hide it, I would be the hottest slut he ever laid eyes on!
Trailer trash whore gets the deductions by seduction!
But much to some gangbang whore dismay, it wasn’t the old man. It was a young man who had barely begun to smell the sweat on his balls. His father had recently passed. And he promised me he has a tax law degree and could help us out. He also said he was very “by the book.” Fuck me! I thought, now what the fuck am I going to do.
The tits out mode isn’t working as I had expected, and this boy was either gay or non-sexual. Somebody needed to school this young man in how the world works! I had one full stop and I took it! I pulled my big bouncy tits out and grabbed his tie! I needed help and I’m a pro-whore. One Milf nipple and he was hooked. Soon He was banging me on his desk asking if he could breed me! Of fucking course my husband wants more deductions on our taxes! The best Gift was having some mommy sex as this young stud called out “MOMMY!” as he came in my cunt!
Sexline tales: Snuff Girl fight
Sexline tales: Snuff Girl fight. My friend Lisa and her momma love to go down to Mexico and try to win a girl fight for cash. These are extreme fights where one of the women might not make it out alive. I was trying to text her all day, The day of the fight she had set up to try to bring home some money to her family. Her mother went with her and I knew trouble would be brewing. Instead I got a call from a strange man saying he called her emergency numbers since Lisa couldn’t call me. Figures her shitty mother would leave it up to a man to tell me what happened to my friend. Now Lisaa worked the whore house with me a time or two, we worked out together often.
I believe you have to have some strong ass leg muscles to bounce on cock all night long. I’m pretty muscular and have often wondered what I would do! But I know with one of those Zingers that are in these Mexican lady fights I would be dead meat. Oh how callous of me my Friend Lisa died in that fight! But the way Peter told me how she was killed was extremely sexy and my pussy started to pulse with every detail of girl on girl killing action. I’m such a whore that even extreme phone sex tales of killing another female fighter (my friend) got me off!
I am ur daddies fav Fisting whore
Your dad told me he loved the taste of my sweet pussy as I glided it across his stache! Say what you want but this pussy has been tagging beards since I was a Teen whore. Sorry to break it to you, your daddy has an addiction..
He loves milking his cock right down the center of my silky smooth pussy while he hits the meth pipe… This morning he stopped by my hotel room with a bag of crank and vodka! It felt so good to have his heated pipe penetrating my asshole while he was fucking me deep in my hot whore cunt.
The combination of the two was everything a sexy crack whore anal slut like me could imagine. I was face down on a hill of cocaine with my ass up in the air getting pounded. Snorting coke in a foggy room sent chills through my body.. My pussy was drenched.. My cunt sucked up his rod and drained his balls!
Daddy loves fucking his favorite girl. Let’s admit it, daddy preys on young whores like me.. I’ve known him since I was in my single digits.. Which means daddy has been eyeing his candy for years. He confessed to stroking his pervert dick to my young tight ass in a Minnie mouse swimsuit. It turned me on to hear him say that! I love smoking crank with your daddy fuck, even your daddies daddy. I just love being a druggy whore.
Drunk Girl Fucking, Doing Lines and Eating Creampies on Christmas
The holidays mean drunk girl fucking for me. I like to party. My poisons are cocaine and Jack Daniels. I was partying last night at a neighbor’s trailer. She is a stripper. Her club was closed though Christmas Eve. That does not sound good for business. When I stripped back in the day the club was open every day of the year, and the holidays were slammed with lonely and horny guys. Phone sex is the same way. I worked the day shift, but come Christmas Eve, I was in full party mode. Silvia had called me up and invited me and my son and daughter over. She said she had some good coke from a Colombian guy. Hispanic men have the best dope. Black men have the best cocks. Not stereotypes. Just facts. When I arrived at her trailer, she was ready to devour my son. I knew why she invited us over. Her son lives in Colorado and a winter storm thwarted his travel plans to escape the cold for a week. She was alone, and I did not mind hanging with her, especially since she always shares her drugs. Plus, my son loves fucking another trashy milf like me. My daughter and I snorted lines off each other’s tits while they fucked. Silvia is my milf friend who I can tell anything to. She is as wild and horny as me. My daughter sucked her brother’s cum from her cunt as I played with mine and pounded back the Jack Daniels. I love drunk fucking. I love high fucking. I guess I just love fucking. My son has the stamina to take care of two horny milfs and his sister, but we wanted some more cocks to play with. One boy is not enough for three horny women. Silvia called up some black guys with huge dicks. Now we had a party. We had a holiday orgy. Oh my. This old broad got a very white Christmas from the blackest cocks. Merry Christmas creampie lovers, cum and get your presents.
My Phone Sex Line is a No Taboo Party Line
My phone sex line stays busy around the holidays. Every guy wants to either party with a dirty whore or fuck a dirty whore’s little ones. I am a P mommy whore and a party slut. I love to do coke. I guess I am an old school party girl. I was not old enough to party in the 80s in the LA clubs, but I would have had fun doing lines of coke in the chic LA nightclubs. My husband introduced me to coke when I was just a young girl living in an old pop-up camper behind my parents’ trailer in rural West Virginia. I was their cash cow. I remember the holidays being extra busy. I was a whore from the time I can remember. I was a teen, barley, but a teen when my husband went looking for young hookers for hire and found my parents. They brought him to me. He fell in love with my tight little holes, and I fell in love with him. He was not like the other Johns my parents brought home to fuck me. He was educated, sophisticated and he appeared rich. Plus, he was nice to me. He was gentle to me. He gave me coke and told me it would make anything more bearable. He was right. He came back a few times when traveling through the state, and he always brought me coke to stash so my parents would not steal it. Eventually, he came back and bought me from my parents. He made me his wife and the mother to his 6 offspring. We started our own home brothel because young teen sluts fucking is a profitable business. Now, we built a better business model than my parents. We live in a nice home in a gated community and my sluts all have nice things and their own rooms. No one is chained to a mattress in a dirty trailer. No one is forced to be a whore either. But money and nice things is a strong motive to make little ones willing whores. Even though my sluts stay busy this month, it will be just the family for Christmas. But do not worry, I will still be around to party with you and chat about my little whores.
Too Cold to Stroll
It’s really fucking cold and snowy outside, your best bet for a fun Christmas is some festive freaky phone sex with me and my hot trailer court whores. We’re not going anywhere, us southern girls aren’t used to all of this frozen bullshit. None of us are going out on the stroll in this weather, we’re going to stay put and sell our slutty pussies here in the park. If you want to bang us out this weekend, you’re going to have to come to us.
I’ll be honest, we don’t even own winter clothes. What would a streetwalker wear in winter weather that would entice a john to rent their slits for a bit? Staying warm and advertising the goods don’t really go hand in hand and I don’t want my girls to get frostbite on their fuckholes just to turn a trick. I’m perfectly fine with my hos only humping on the horny hypothermic slut hounds that come to their door. It’ll get warmer soon and we make plenty of cash when there isn’t a negative ten degree windchill outside, we’re going to be fine.
I’m not even opening my door and selling my cooze for cash this Christmas. My space heaters are working hard, I’m not trying to kill them by fanning the door for all of my cunt craving customers and letting that frigid air inside. I’ll be here under my blankets, nice and cozy, hanging out on my cell and having taboo phonesex with like minded men who aren’t into freezing their balls off for a little freaky fuck action. Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Drunk Santa might come by to pay a visit to all of us homebound whores bearing liquor and drugs for everyone he fucks, but I won’t be letting him into my place. The other girls can have him if they want, I just want to stay warm!