Prostitution phone sex may not be my specialty, but I am a phone whore, so not a big leap to be a real whore either. Sometimes, I need money and no better way to raise money than with the oldest profession in the world. My regular drug dealer was snowed in. The weather hurt his supply too, so he had nothing for me. I would have crawled in the snow naked to get some blow, but it would have been useless. Now, I know other dealers, but they will not trade pussy for coke. With them it’s a cash transaction only. So, I had to whore myself out to get the cash to get the coke. No one enjoys my company when I am straight. I am a great whore when high as fuck. Plus, my boys will be off on Monday because of the holiday and likely longer because of the snow. I wanted to make sure I could keep up with them and be a fun person while I did it. I took my husband’s truck, and I went downtown to this seedy no tell motel where the truckers sleep when its cold. Right now, too cold, and too dangerous to be sleeping in your truck alongside the road. I went door to door offering $25 blowjobs and $50 fucks. I set my prices low to guarantee I can make money. I spent a few hours being a dirty lot lizard whore, but I got the money I needed to get some blow. Plus, some of the truckers had blow they shared with me. Still covered in cum and smelling like a jizz bucket, I went to a dealer and paid for a big bag of coke. My boys were so happy that their mommy phone sex whore came home high and covered in cum. They love it when I go all out to make sure I am the best mommy whore for them.
