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Drugs Phone Sex with Mommy Blair

 

drugs phone sex mommy whoreI have a master, the evil kind

He controls my body and  my mind

A victim without a chance

He can take my life with just a glance

Everyone says I don’t look the type

A soccer mom who smokes a pipe

Once a good girl from the south

Now I’m a whore with dick in my mouth

So desperate for my next fix

I’ll even make my brats turn tricks

My master says, “you’re just a druggie whore”

For me to beat, use and more

I will do anything he says, there is no doubt

Enslave me, force me, pimp me out

My degradation is not complete

Until my humiliation makes you weak

Trust me this is my life and not a game

I’m a druggie slut who lives for pain

I know I am not poet, but my drug dealer was in a capricious mood today. Decided I had to write him a poem about what a druggie whore I am before he would sell me anything. But he didn’t stop there. I gave him his silly poem, but he wanted pussy too. I’ve got no problem whoring my body out for drugs or money. Sex is never really free anyway, but he was not interested in my “skanky ass loose pussy.” He wanted something tight, something virginal, something young. Very young. So, I gave him my daughter. Girls learn about sex  earlier these days, so I was just giving her a bit of a jump start. What’s the big deal?

drugs phone sex anal slutShe is a good girl, like her mommy. I held her down, spread her little legs and let my dealer fuck my baby girl. It had to hurt too. He is big even for my well fucked holes. He popped her cherry. She had tears in her eyes, but was not crying or screaming like a good girl. Virginity is overrated. He busted his nuts into her tight, pink, hairless cunnie and ordered me to “clean the bitch up.” I got between her legs, and soothed her swollen vagina with my tongue. Licked all his seed out of her too. He tossed me my party supplies, as I was pulling up her little cotton panties. Blood trickle still on her thighs.

As we were leaving, he said, “Next time you bring your brat to score, I’ll take her ass and more. I can be a poet too whore.” He can have her, if it gets me the hook up. You can have her too. What good are little ones if you can use them as necessary?


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