I have become the trap house favorite whore. My guy owns the trap house, so me becoming his favorite whore kind of makes me a trap queen. I really love it here I get drugs handed to me whenever I dance or fuck. It is like a dream come true, like I am a queen off a castle. There is always blunts being passed around, and I only participate in the gangbangs when I feel like it. Everyday feels like a party here it is fucking awesome. My favorite thing to do here, well besides the drugs, is see how crazy it drives the guys when me and the other girls make out or lick each others pussies. My trap king even showed me the meth lab in the basement, and how to cook it. Isn’t he the absolute sweetest?! Then we fucked right on top of a pile of rocks, and I just can not believe how romantic that was. He tells me he has always had a thing for slutty blondes like me. I have also gotten so good at doing tricks on the stripper pole in the man cave. I really think if things don’t work out with me and my trap king I may have a future as a stripper. Anyways I wanted to share my best trip story yet with you. So, my trap king got a fuck ton of acid yesterday, and threw a big ass gangbang party. I was so fucking hype, I mean for as many college parties as I have been to I have never actually tripped on acid before. My trap king demanded that all women at the party stay naked the whole party, and I loved that idea too. There was so many drugs going around and everyone was fucking someone. My trap king shoved 4 acid tabs into my pussy, and pushed it in deep with his hard cock. I can’t even put the experience into words it was just incredible.
Tag: Phone Sex Line
I go first tough guy
It’s really funny to hear you laughing when you see me at the beach. I know I look better than your girl. Even funnier is that she is all woman. Have your laughs because I saw that tent rise up when I walked by you. Your wink let me know I would be seeing you soon. I had almost given up on waiting for you. True to your nature when the bar closes is when you show up to my place. Well this should be entertaining, you always try to be so tough and act like you don’t love this dick but come on and just put it in your mouth. Your lips look so good wrapped around my pretty penis. Threats of taking pictures is what makes your cock grow big and strong. Well you can’t fuck my tight asshole until you swallow every drop of my tasty cum.
Adventures at the Trap House
Fucking guys in the trap house for coke is nothing new to me. Sometimes the bars are dead during the week, and there’s no easy fuck for money. Prostitution doesn’t really work when your town is crawling with prostitutes, and I am to sick to fight. I just need my drugs! So, I show up at the trap house empty handed. My coke guy can tell I don’t have the money because for once I don’t smell like sex. He asks me how I plan on paying today, and I asked how he would like me to pay. He laughs and tell me cash, but he doubts I have that. I confess he is right and ask if we could work something out. He takes me into a dark dingy room full of mirrors and stripper poles. I told him I never tried to use one of those before, but he says it’s my only option. If I want my fix I have to put on a show for him and his gang. I hop on to the stage, and he plays music. I start dancing as sexy as I can muster while having the shakes. He notices and hands me a mirror with little white lines on it. He tells me he will pay me up front, but only because there’s no way I can escape. I snort my shit quickly, and with new found energy, I begin swinging my hips. I started with my skirt, pushing it off my boney hips. Then I pull my sweater over my head. I don’t have a bra on which is a real time saver. I hop off the stage and into his lap. I give him a lap dance, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass. So, I pull his pants off and push my panties to the side. I hop onto his lap again, ass first. I finish the lap dance with his cum filling my ass. He gives me more coke, and I spend the day hanging out at the trap house.
Live Phone Sex with a Sexy Secretary
I’ve done lots of jobs, blow jobs, hand jobs, rim jobs, but never an office job. Last night at the bar there was this business man, and I knew he had to have money. So, I flirted with him a little, and he took me to his house and we fucked everywhere. I guess for once a man didn’t lie about not being married. Then this morning he had to get up for work, but said he was gonna miss me too much. Dude we just met yesterday, yet I said it back because he had a nice ass house and fuck tons of money. He then turned to me and asked if I would like a job. At first I kind of just stared at him, and then I finally asked doing what. He offered for me to be his personal secretary, but assured me it was a great pay. I let him know I had no experience, he didn’t seem to care. I agreed and took me to the mall and bought me an outfit that was office appropriate. I had my own office attached to him, and I asked what I was supposed to do. He said simply sit there look hot, let me know if someone wants to see me, answer calls in a friendly way then send them to me. Sounded simple enough so I sat down and relaxed. When it was time for break he asked me to see him in his office. He told me the real reason he hired me is so that he could fuck me whenever he wanted. So, I locked the door and put all the blinds down. Once no one could see us, we were all over each other. He fucked me while I was laying on his desk, he bent me over his desk, and he ate my pussy while I sat on his desk. I think I might like this job.
Fuck for the bucks
Being a dirty phone sex girl is not hard when you really have kinky shit happen every night at the club. Every time I am dancing I always spot the old, wealthy men quick. I know their wallet is fat. Last night I got called for a private dance $$$$. I love getting asked. He was older much older. He told me to let him dominate and to swallow every bit of cum he has for this amount. I told him that I am a dirty little stripper. I bent over showing him my ass hole and pussy. He spanked me throwing cash, calling me derogatory names just how I like it. He made me get in several positions while he admired my fit stripper body. I got on my stripper knees and sucked away his white small cock for some cash. He offered a lot more then I would even ask for. I am just a trailer trash anal cum dumpster so I mean hey more the better. I sucked and swallowed ever oz like he asked with no problem.
Dirty Phone Sex Tales
Dirty phone sex is the only kind. I have callers like I have clients who just want to share in my dirty life. John is a john lol. He has been paying for my body for over a decade now. He has never wanted my brats. John is my husband’s age, so he is like 25 years my senior. His dick doesn’t work like it used too. He enjoys as foreplay listening to some of the shit that happened to me as a young girl. He doesn’t want to fuck a young girl, but he does enjoy hearing about how they have been mistreated. We don’t mistreat our brats. Sure, they are our sexy prostitutes, but they have agency to decide who they want to fuck. I had no agency. My life was a Lifetime movie. My youngest memory was being chained inside a little trailer behind a double-wide trailer. I didn’t even live in the same trailer with my folks. I never went to school. I barely talked. I lived in squalor in a fucking shack. I just waited until a man came in and fucked me. My mother brought me food and I would do my business in a coffee can. I don’t think neighbors knew I even existed. There was no love. There were no holidays or family celebrations. I was a prisoner. I was a cash cow. I was a sex slave. The more I talked about my sad upbringing, the harder John’s dick became. He felt bad about being aroused by my experiences, but I have been telling my stories to men like him and my husband for decades. The only thing that is the same about me is that I still like to fuck for money and I still like to get high. I like a man who likes a dirty trailer trash whore.
A line for fifi
I was raised by my trailer trash whore mother. From a very young age, I learned that the quickest way to a man’s wallet was through his cock. This knowledge fuels my drug addiction. I love sucking huge black cocks. That’s what my dealer and his friends have anyway. I regularly let them use my mouth as a Fifi with no regard of me gagging. They normally line up for me so I can suck them all off. The only requirement I have is a fat bag with a band by the time the night is through. But of course, they feed me huge lines off of their dicks which I gladly tooted quickly. I may be just another whore to them but they are good fucking time for me.
Phone Sex Line with a Cowgirl
Revenge is a dish best served with a hard cock in my soft little mouth. I have always gone for the cowboys, but honestly how could a girl resist? They have those strong rough hands that a girl loves to feel roaming all over her soft body. This cowboy was no different, he was absolutely irresistible to me. I never really do relationships, but he was different. He was such a good time! We would get high together, and when we needed the money for more drugs he would even find a guy for me to fuck for the money. If I had to fuck men for the money, he would stay and watch to make sure that I was alright. He was my dream man, or so I thought. One day he came home late and there was lipstick on his collar that was not my shade of red, and there was a red wine stain on his shirt. The 2 of us only drink beer and whiskey. I knew then he was seeing another girl behind my back, so I devised a plan. When he was asleep I stole his precious truck and me up with his best friend. I put a camera on the dash board and his best friend climbed into the truck. In no time I had his pants off, and his hard cock in my mouth I made sure to keep eye contact with the camera the whole time. Then when he was good and wet, I climbed into his lap facing the camera. My eyes never left the camera while I slipped his best friends cock into my tight little ass hole. I let his friend cum in my ass, and invited all of his other friends. You can pretty much piece together what happened the rest of the night. I went home and let him eat my ass, and then I showed him the video of his best friend shooting his load into it. I can’t count how many times he brushed his teeth.
Anal Sex Whore
My pussy became hot and wet as soon as I saw your text telling me to meet you at your house. In your text you told me that the door would be unlocked and to just come on in. I went waltzing into your house like I have done a thousand times before.
I went into the living room expecting to see you but instead I felt someone shove me from behind. I fell onto the ottoman. Before I could get up someone was on top of me and they had tied my hands behind my back. She started talking once I was bound and by her tone she was extremely angry.
She told me that she knew all about me being her husband’s sex whore. She slapped my ass as she told me that she was pretty sure that I was one of those dirty nasty girls that would do things that she wouldn’t. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and said from the looks of my asshole I was an anal sex whore.
She put a strap-on over her skirt and then she grabbed me by my hair. She told me I had better suck her dick and get it soaking wet. She said that she was going to fuck my tight puckered ass with her strap-on and the only lubricate I would have is my own slobber. I slobbered on her strap-on like a Saint Bernard.
She came behind me and shoved that strap-on straight into my ass. I screamed out in pain as she fucked my tight puckered ass hard and rough. When she finally stopped my ass was sore and swollen. It even bleed a little and I could barely walk. She told me that this is what happens to white trash bleach blonde whores who fuck her husband.

















