Prostitution phone sex is something I know a thing or two about as a druggy whore. I normally slut my holes out for coke, but sometimes when a dealer will not trade my fuck holes for some coke, I must go to the truck stop and whore myself out the old-fashioned way. I hate fucking truck drivers, but they pay for sex. Not much, but if I blow enough and fuck enough, I can have the cash I need to pay for my cocaine. Last night, I was desperate for coke. My main dealer was out of town. No other dealer would front me coke without cash, so I put on some Daisy Duke shorts, a tube top and high heels and went to hustle. I no longer looked like the soccer mommy phone sex whore that I am. I looked like some 70s Lolita street walker. I walked up and down all the truck bays banging on truck cabs. I told truckers I was broke and had three brats to feed and I would suck them off for$25 and fuck them for $50. Since I have no track marks, and I was sober at the time, men believed me. They wanted to help the down on her luck single mom feed her little ones. I knew I could not over sale my holes in a truck stop. Most of them willingly paid the money. Only a couple haggled the price. But it was fine. I was a gang bang whore moving from cab to cab. I ended up with about a grand because no one turned me down. Now, no one offered to just give me money either, but I understand the way the world works. Ass or grass, nobody rides for free. Not even a down on her luck phone sex mommy. I hustled. I fucked. I sucked. And I got my coke.
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