It is National Cream Filled Doughnut Day and we were so excited for it that we started our celebration last night! You know a whore like me loves any kind of cream filled delicacy whether it is pie or doughnuts or even pussy so I was right there just begging for some yummy treats. My friends did not disappoint me either,they made something extra special just for me! They got a dozen yummy doughnuts and filled them all with their own “man cream” and presented them to me in a big box with a pretty bow on it. I took one look at what was inside there and busted out laughing! I couldn’t believe that they would be so creative as to cum in a bunch of doughnuts for me! I grabbed one up and started eating it right away… and asked them if they could make my ass and pussy into creampies too while they were at it. Obviously they had no problems with that at all!
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I’m your trailer trash whore!
I am definitely a trailer trash whore and I absolutely love it! Last night we had a storm so I set me up a storm party, I had booze and weed and plenty of powder too and lots and lots of guys! I made sure that I was getting banged like crazy while that storm was banging away on my trailer. It was so fucking hot; we were all fucked up, no power at all and all we could do was fuck all night long!Did I mention the fact that I was the only woman there? I wanted all that dick to myself! I had them fucking every hole and using me like the whore I know I am. I can’t help it, I was raised to be a white trash slut, a bitch that loves to do all those filthy things that no one else wants to do. I don’t ever want to be different, I love being the nasty whore I am!
My Extreme Phone Sex Line
My phone sex line is always anything goes. I have no limits. Can’t imagine I ever will? Extreme age play, piss, scat, snuff, rape fantasies, incest, hardcore anal….. none of that turns me off. Just the opposite actually. I don’t do vanilla topics. Most of my callers are sick and twisted like I am. I mean that as a compliment. I had a wicked hot call last night that is a variation on a theme of a constant wet dream I keep having. The news is filled with stories of girls gone missing, likely sold into the sex slave industry. Most of these outfits are overseas, so I fantasies about a very young brothel right here in my community. Perhaps even run out of my carriage house. It is actually quite large. Who would expect a slave trade outfit in a gated community in Beverly Hills? The lifestyle my husband and I live is expensive. We like to party, travel and live beyond our means, so having some young cash cows besides are own little ones really makes my pussy wet. Runaways, foster brats, homeless little ones, cute young things from the hood or impoverished homes, all make good candidates; but so do a few spoiled brats. Guys pay good money to tear open some little rich bitch girl, right? I have the access to little ones. I’m a Beverly Hills soccer mom. Parents trust me with their brats. I know it’s hard to believe. If they only knew what I have already done to many of their precious angels already, I would be in prison. I make the best magic cocktails that leave little ones with no memory of your big huge dick violating their tiny holes. I just need an accomplice to help me get this started. Bonus, you get to sample all the talent, even train them for a whore’s life. When they age out, we breed them to keep the brothel going. So who is in with me?
Visiting My Roots As A Trailer Trash Whore
Even though I live in a condo in the city now, I originally grew up in a trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks. I grew up knowing I was trailer park trash and I loved every minute of it. I was the biggest trailer trash whore of all. Gang bangs with the neighborhood boys was a common occurrence. I was known the be the cause of a few broken marriages. I flaunted my body shamelessly and used my pussy top get anything I wanted.
When I moved to the city, not a lot changed, except now I was a little bit higher class of a whore and I could wear more expensive slutty clothes. As I’ve gotten older, I try to carry myself with a little more class, even though I love to get nasty and freaky. I keep it a little more toned down in public. That’s why I love to go home to visit. When I go home, I go right back to my roots. I can still out-slut any slut in the trailer park.
I’m excited about the upcoming weekend. I’m going home for a weekend with the folks. I’ve already talked to some old friends about a bon fire. I sure hope he remembers bon fire is code for “gang bang whore takes on all comers”. My pussy is dripping wet thinking about all that cock. I’m ready to have my slutty body packed air-tight as they used to call it. Maybe Mom and Dad will even join in on this one. It sure was a lot of fun the time it turned into a family affair.
White Trash Phone Sex: I’m a Redneck Whore at My Core
White trash phone sex is what I deliver best. I know I don’t look like trailer trash, but that’s just because my husband is filthy rich. I can afford to dress nice and get pampered at the spa. You can move me from the trailer park to a gated community and class up my appearance, but I will always be a redneck whore at my core. We have a beautiful landscaped yard designed on the sweat and labor of undocumented Mexican workers. They are cheap labor, highly skilled in yard work and don’t speak a lick of English. Don’t need to speak English to fuck. Juan is the teen son of one of the workers. He is off of school until Labor day and has been helping his father with the yard work all summer. This was his last Friday working with his dad, so I decided to give him a bonus. When he went inside to use the bathroom, he returned to find me naked and spread eagle on his riding mower. He shifted the bulge in his pants as I summoned him between my legs. I let a wetback teen give me a wet pussy. I let him fuck me too of course, but not till I taught him how to mow my personal lawn. He had some rather natural skills. I didn’t know what the fuck he was saying, but it didn’t matter, I was creaming all over his face. He looked like a glazed donut when he emerged. His brown cock was so hard. Big too. His cock made a tent in his pants. I unzipped his jeans, blew him for a few minutes then put some hair on his chest. I rode that boy like he was a lawn mower. He gave me a cum filled cunt. I’m going to miss him now that he is going back to school. Education is so overrated. I have done quite well for myself and I never graduated high school.