Prostitution phone sex? Don’t knock it until you try it, I always say. I am a mommy whore and a druggy slut. I do anything for coke and anything for my boys, so when I find myself in a cash flow situation, I will sell my body for money. My regular drug dealer is down in Mexico. He left with me with a huge stash to get through a couple weeks while he was on a smuggling expedition. The problem was that he underestimated me and mother nature. We had sub arctic temps and my mom, and I went through more coke than usual. The boys were home from school for most of the week because of the weather and we needed our medicine to keep up. When the coke ran out, I went to a few back up dealers but none of them wanted to trade their medicine for my whore pussy. My sons love me coked up. Everyone does. They dressed me in a sluttier than usual outfit and encouraged me to go down town and make some money the old-fashioned way, so I did. I thought I looked hot. I stood out among the other whores. I was older and a red head. I always was a suburban housewife, not a lot lizard skank. I was fucking for coke not smack. I looked better, fresher than the other whores. I was feeling confident. Turns out, I was right to be confident. I fucked 8 guys at $150 a pop. They other whores were jelly. I had the money I needed, no need to push the envelope. If I had stayed much longer, they may have killed me. I went to another dealer covered in cum and bought my first bag of coke with money in ions. Everyone was happy to see me come home with Superbowl supplies. Sex sells, even for a mommy phone sex whore like me.
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