Prostitution phone sex gives me what I want and need. Although I do not need the cock, fucking for money is not strictly for financial gain. I get sexual pleasure from whoring myself out to truckers for money or coke. Since my husband discovered my expensive habit, he cut off my access to cash. If I need groceries and stuff for the boys, I use his credit card. However, drug dealers do not accept American Express even though their ad says it is accepted everywhere.
But Marcus, my dealer, normally fucks me in exchange for a nice bag of coke. However, he is out of town this week. So, that forced this drugs phone sex mommy to get creative. And I did. I marched my soccer mom ass down to the truck stop and hustled. Only ginger whore there. And only one who did coke. Most of the lot lizards looked fucked up. Like meth or crack fucked up. But that went well for me. I was new meat to those truckers.
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So, I fucked 7 men and came home with $1200 cash that I could use to score more blow. That would get me enough coke for the week. But I will need to whore myself out again if Marcus does not return by Friday. Holiday weekends I go through a lot more coke. As I walked through the door, it was like my sons turned into bloodhounds. They could smell the sex on me. That’s like their aphrodisiac, the smell of another boy or man’s cum on me. They like sloppy seconds.
And I like that they enjoy mommy’s creampies. My boys match my nasty freak energy. No hellos or how are you mommy. They pushed me to the ground and started dick slapping my face hard. Fingers fish hooked my mouth, fingers scissored my wet bald pussy, and a thumb went up my ass. My boys explored all my cum filled holes before depositing more jizz inside me.
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