You can take the trailer park out of a trailer trash whore, but you can never take the trash or the whore out of her. I live in an upscale neighborhood now, but my roots are less pristine. My husband held a big Fourth of July bash. Filled with hookers, coke and professional fireworks. Let’s just say these hookers were young. The hubby has some wealthy clientele who have certain predilections for young flesh. We don’t judge, we supply and enjoy. As the night got darker, I got drunker. There were a few men there that liked all pussy regardless of age so I decided to heat things up. Literally heat things up.
I started to play with fire. Lit some fireworks and did a little poolside striptease. I figured I could jump in the water if anything caught on fire! I’m not sure what was going through my head but I started to fuck myself with lit fireworks. My flaming hot pussy was on fire. Guys were mesmerized by what I was doing. I was making it up as I went along because I was majorly fucked up. My pussy was really hot. I was the host. I was not really supposed to fuck the guests, that is why we hired hookers. But I am not just a live phone sex slut, I am a total whore, on the phone and in my real life. That is why my husband loves me.
Guys lined up to fuck me. Every guy at our party wanted to fuck me, even the guys with preferences for the younger cunt. My pussy was soon stuffed with cum filled rockets. I thought my husband would be mad that I didn’t show much class, but he was in line to fuck me too. So were our sons. I was no longer the hostess of an upscale holiday bash, but a gangbang whore. My pussy exploded with cum. Can’t remember the last time I did that many cocks in a night. But I know this, I won’t let it be so long again. I was born to fuck.
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