Prostitution phone sex pays the bills. Or maybe not so much pays the bills as pays for my cocaine habit. Since my husband cut me off financially from his checking account, I can no longer pay cash for my cocaine. But my mother taught me at a young age if I have tits, ass and pussy, I don’t need to pay for anything. And boy did she turn out to be right.
The holidays made me blow through my blow, pun intended. I needed to keep up with horny teenage boys. Plus, I needed a coke to endure my insufferable sisters-in-law, and I hustled to get Coke prior to the holidays. But one of my bitch ass sisters in law found my stash and flushed it down the toilet. And in that moment, I never wanted to kill anybody more. But I didn’t. Because I can’t fuck my sons in prison.
But this mommy phone sex whore knows how to hustle. And I discovered a new way to make coke money. The old-fashioned way. In the past, I’ve traded my fuck holes to drug dealers all around town to get some of my medicine. And I’ve made snuff porn and let men do unspeakable things to me.
I will Do Anything for Coke Money
Honestly, it seems like a miracle that I’m still alive today. If I am anything, I am resilient. I adapt and I get creative when it comes to earning money. Although I make great money talking dirty, it doesn’t go far with my habit. So, I outsource my body.
Luckily, I live in a large city, and I can always find a truck stop with men willing to pay a lot lizard to fuck. A truck stop seems safer to me than down by the river where people can make you disappear. At least at the truck stop, there’s other people around in case anything goes sideways.
Over the weekend I spent my days hustling took drivers for money. And let me tell you I sucked a lot of cock and took a lot of cock in my ass and pussy. But it seems worth it to me. My regular drug dealer Marcus went out of town. He needs to lay low for a bit. I don’t know all the details, but I think he made a bad drug deal himself.
Truckers Always Pay for Sex
So, for about a month, this will be my routine. I put on something slutty and I shake my ass in between truck bays hoping somebody will either fuck me for money or coke. I earned a couple of thousand dollars this weekend. Not much for everything I did. But enough to buy me coke for the week. I think maybe I need to figure out how to take Venmo because not even truckers carry much cash anymore.
I counted 26 truckers who paid me something. Depending on how much cash they had, I offered blowjobs, a pussy fuck, and an ass fuck. Their choice. You could even pay for all three holes. I’m not just a phone sex whore. I am an actual whore. And this weekend cemented that. But I don’t mind being a part-time hooker. Everyone knows I’ve certainly done worst things for cocaine money. And my sons love the fact that I fuck strangers for cocaine or cocaine money. If men pay me, I let them use me.
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