Sometimes, prostitution phone sex is the only option. I was trying to score some drugs off a drug dealer. We agreed to a deal. I polish his knob and he gives me some coke. I was deep throating his cock when in walks my husband who was supposed to be out of town. Fuck my life. The dealer got scared, grabbed his bag and fled the scene leaving me with no coke and a story I had to come up with quickly. Now, my husband knows he married a tramp. That is why he married me. He is not keen on my coke habit. He does not care if I other fuck men if I do put coke up my nose. He thought he was just busting me for fucking. I kept the dug deal secret because I knew I could whore myself out again. If not to trade for drugs, to get money to score some. I told him he was a Tinder date who thought my husband was out of town. I fucked my husband, then said I had some errands to run. I went down to the truck stop and doled out blow jobs for $50 until I had enough to get some blow from this female dealer who hangs out at the truck stop. She is a cash only outfit. No bartering with her. I have scored some coke off truckers she as sold too in exchange for some hot ass sex, but I needed enough for a week. It was easier to just swallow a bunch of cum and let a few guys fuck me in the ass to pay for the large amount of blow I needed for the week. I came home with cum breath, fucked my husband again, and hide my coke. A druggy whore must do what she must do for her fix.
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