Prostitution phone sex pays for my drug habit. Usually, I am just trading my fuck holes for cock. Sometimes, no one wants my used holes, or they just want to make me work harder for the coke. Marcus was in a squirrelly mood Friday night. He refused to fuck me for coke. He told me I could earn the money though. He took me to this dingy truck stop in the red-light district of town. He told me that just because I lived in the burbs, I was nothing more than a lot lizard junkie whore. He thinks I have a superiority complex because I am white and middle-class. Maybe I do, but I know I am not too proud to do anything to get a fix. I went with Marcus to the truck stop. He had me waiting in the bathroom. He sent men in one at a time to service his “white ho,” as he called me. He collected the money and I did the sucking and fucking in a dingy bathroom. One after another I serviced all kinds of cocks. Black dicks, white dicks, brown dicks, small cocks, big cocks, married cocks, single cocks… I was getting sick from all the cum I swallowed. My ass and pussy were sore and full. I knew my sons would be proud because they love that I am a mommy whore. Marcus was enjoying turning me into a cum dumpster. I have no doubt he made way more money than I needed to get a bag of coke. He had what I needed, so I was powerless to resist. Let’s face it though. I am a dirty drugs phone sex whore. I loved every moment of getting used for my fix. I will fuck my dealer or whomever he wants me too for coke.
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