Live phone sex means anything can happen. Last night, I was home alone. That almost never happens. I was partying and taking calls late. I had this one guy who just wanted some one to party with. I get it. I do not judge. I like talking to high men because their true self comes out. Same can be said for women. It is that coke or whatever your drug of choice may be lowers your resistance. You speak more freely. This guy was not home alone. He moved back home after the pandemic to help his folks out. We got to talking and he admitted he called me because I am a trashy milf who fucks her sons. He revealed his longings for his mommy’s pussy. Incest thoughts lurk in us all somewhere. I told him how I came to be the son fucker I am and gave him some tips on how to be a mother fucker. He added Fireball into his mix and that liquid confidence, made him bold. He was whispering. But I understood he was going into his sleeping mother’s room, naked with his cock out. The plan was just to jack off and look at her for a few. Maybe, steal a pair of dirty panties. His father takes Ambien at night and would sleep through a bombing he said. I was quiet, but I was speaking to him on an earpiece so no one could really hear me. He was so fucked up. He ended up cumming on his mother’s sleeping face. She woke up and I heard yelling from a woman. I think I heard something break too, LOL. We got disconnected. I was hoping to hear back from him, but I think his mother did not respond like he hoped. It was still hot for me to be along for the ride even if it ended abruptly. With druggy phone sex, anything can happen.
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Trashy Milf On the Desk
My son is getting bad grades, and that is why this trashy Milf ended up butt ass naked on the principal’s desk. See, I had slept through three parent teachers conferences and I was called into the principal’s office. My son has better things to worry about than history or some other stupid shit. He excels in math, mostly to do with money and fractions and measurements, thanks to mommies drug dealer friends. Well, One look at Mr. Brown the Principle and we instantly recognized each other. He is a regular down at the Kit Kat all nudes stripper lounge. I knew that my son would be passing all of his classes. All I had to do was give Mr. Brown some free pussy and be his cum guzzling slut. I know this Man is a nasty freak like me and he also said something under his breath about how lucky my son is to have a hot mommy like me. I pulled his mouth to my breast and told him to suck on mommies bobbies and he could fuck me like my son does. My only request from him as he was pumping his cum in me was to be able to call me mommy. He was quite a good boy and I don’t mind fucking him the rest of the year so my son can pass his classes!
You Can Take A Whore Out, But You Can’t Take Out The Whore
I can’t say that I’ve ever been a classy lady; I’m more of a white trash whore. That doesn’t mean I can’t conduct myself accordingly when it’s necessary. The other day a very wealthy family strolled into my little truck stop diner, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the father was staring at me like he wanted to bend me over his table and fuck my brains out right in front of his wife and brats.
When I gave him his receipt, I wrote my number real small on the back. I saw him discreetly stick it in his pocket, and he called me a few days later. Oh I dressed up in my finest black dress, with the most beautiful heels I owned. I presented myself as such a proper lady instead of a slut. He took me out to dinner, and then we went to an upscale hotel room. What he wanted me to do wasn’t upscale though.
He gave me some of the finest Colombian cocaine that’s ever graced my nose, and then bound me to the bed where he proceeded to carve tiny words into my skin with a stainless steel scalpel. I must have been in there for at least two days, but he kept the do not disturb sign on the door and a gag in my mouth.
I realized after the first day and nobody was coming to help me. Between scarring me, writing words like beautiful, skank, fat ass, wet pussy, slut, he was fucking me and making me suck him off until he emptied his balls into my throat.
So this is what acting like a proper lady got me, being called out for what I really was; a lot lizard prostitute who would do anything for her fix. I finally passed out, and when I woke up I was in the back of a moving van. I heard him on the phone talking about dog crates on a plane to Ireland, and that he had a nice new bitch to add to his lot.
Truck Slut : Lot Lizard Sex
It’s not easy, being this easy. I get called a truck slut just because I need lot lizard sex. These big rigs bring me in all the big dicks, and the cash flow to keep my slut ass high as a kite. I always get first choice of the cocks because I still have these big fake tits and bubble ass. My waist might be tiny but I still get the dick pick before any of these other trashy whores. Also my reputation precedes me! I can hear the echo of the CB radio. “Is that hardcore Hadley?”
“The one who can suck a man dry in five minutes?” I laugh and flash my tits and I am glowing in the Diesel headlights. I call out that I need the fattest dick and the best shit! I chase these trucks, you know I show off how good I am and that I earned the name Truck slut! Five at a time, that is for amateurs. I take a truck train any fucking day of the week! I don’t even care if the blue lights come on. I know I can suck my way out of any and all trouble I get into. Those Po-Po cum looking for me just to get a nice nut in my gangbang whore mouth. I’m high and I’m fucked well, so does it matter whose nut I get?
My Phone Sex Line is No Limits 24 / 7!
My phone sex line is for unrestricted fun. You can talk about anything with me. My life is a far cry from a Hallmark card. I am more like an X-rated Lifetime movie. Born in the sticks of West Virginia to meth head parents who pimped me out to older men the moment I learned to walk. No love. No friends. No school. Only cash transactions to support their addictions. One day, I was sold for a lump sum and that is how I got married. My husband, however, is the hero of the story not the villain. Yes, he likes young girls. Yes, I was a breeding whore for him. The payoff was sweet though. I live a nice life. I am rich. I live in a beautiful gated home in California and my submissive sex slave days are long gone. My husband and I have a brood of sexy prostitutes who work hard for the money. They are not chained in some dingy trailer on a cum stained mattress like I once was. They each have their own rooms with beautiful clothes and expensive electronics. The ones who can drive have their own cars. They go to school and they have friends, but they hook at night and on weekends with clients daddy puts through a rigorous vetting process. Unlike my sperm and egg donor, we care that no one beats our cash cows or ruins them from making top dollar in the future. You will never hear one of our little whores crying because they are hungry or dirty. You might hear them bitching about wanting more cock and cum, however, because they are greedy little whores. When you call my sexline, I promise no limits on age and no taboos on what we can talk about. Clearly, my life is not censored, so why would I censor you?
Promise to leave you satisfied
When dealing with me I get nasty for that white girl. You want to fuck this cunt and jizz all in this cunt I will do it. You want me to suck you and your friends cocks and till you jizz all over my face, or maybe until I swallow every drop like cum guzzling slut I am I will do just that. Would you like to me lick your asshole I’m down to do that? Open the doors to bring your girlfriend in Ill handle that and eat her cunt while you fuck this ebony cunt from behind.You need a slave to punish and answer to you, master I will abide with everything you do. You just tell me what you want and I will do just that and the best thing about it all you will never hear the word no. Give me a call and let me treat you to a good time and I promise you won’t regret it.
My Sexline Celebrates Hispanic Heritage and Hispanic Cocks
When you call my sexline, you will here all my dirty stories about Hispanics. It is Hispanic Heritage month and let me tell you, I love celebrating brown dick and pussy. I live in California. All the help here is Hispanic. Some legal, some not legal. My husband and I do not care. We prefer the illegal Hispanics because they make the best sex slaves. Desperate for money and will never report what you did to them because they will be deported. I have a Hispanic family that lives in the carriage house. All illegals. But in our household its Hispanic Heritage month every month. I am not a racist. I am an opportunist. My little brown family helps my family out in so many ways. First, the husband and wife work for us. She is our cook and maid. He is our landscaper and car repair guy. They are paid well. Better than they would be paid if documented immigrants. My sexline is not so much about them, but their offspring. When my husband first met them, they just had a son. That boy grew up to be quite the stud for me. He is a teenager now and he knows how to fuck white pussy better than most white men. I love brown dick. I celebrate Hispanic Heritage daily when his teen cock is going in and out of my fuck holes. This family has grown since moving on to our property. Now they have three little angels. Of course, we think they tried to have girls to make us happy. Our Hispanic family knows we run a home brothel filled with young talent. Sure, little white girls are always in demand, but so many men want a Hispanic angel or a Nubian princess. Variety is the spice of life, so we aim to please the varied tastes of our perverts. Do not feel badly for them. Those little brown angels bring home more money in a night than their parents make in a year and we pay the parents well. My sexline is full of dirty stories of pimping out the help’s little Hispanic darlings. My family knows the importance of celebrating Hispanic heritage. Brown pussy and brown cock bring us pleasure and money.