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Drugs Phone Sex is What a Party Mom Does Well

drugs phone sexDrugs phone sex is what this party mom is good at. Maybe even a little too good at. I had a forced intoxication call last night. Been awhile since I have been challenged to drink or do lines with a caller. I can handle my coke, but alcohol is a different ball game. I am not as good with booze. The only alcohol in the house was my husband’s fine Kentucky bourbon and a couple cider beers that would not get anyone drunk. I told my caller what I had to party with, and he could pick his poison for me. He went with the bourbon, and I knew I was in trouble. I do not understand how my husband can drink that shit. We played a game called shot or line. It was like truth or dare, but with drugs. This caller took his forced intoxication phone sex seriously. I was a hot mess. I would tell him a dirty secret about my life, then either do a shot of bourbon or a line of coke, which ever he decided. This was a 2-hour call, so by the time it was over, I was stumbling.  My office was spinning.

I was trying to find my room, but stumbled into my oldest son’s room by mistake, and passed out on the floor. I woke up this morning still in the clothes I had on last night. I was covered in cum. My pussy had cum in it too. My boys had left for school. My husband was at work. I was left alone with a killer hangover and a blank memory of what happened to me after my intense phone sex call. My best guess is that my sons woke up for school and had their way with their drunk mom before school. Maybe they tried to wake me, or maybe they just saw a chance and they took it. I am just happy that even passed out, I could still take care of my sons like a good mommy whore.

Real Cocksucking Phone Sex is confusing and sweet

Cock Sucking Phone SexIt took me a long moment to part from the present cocksucking phone sex cum flowing into my mouth and accept the reality of the situation. I still barely remembered how I got there, and the cock unloading down my throat and adding a salty-sweet flavoring to my every breath was overstaying its welcome. Specifically, it was overstaying its stay in my mouth, accepting the tongue bath I gave so freely and greedily taking advantage of my natural desire to suck. I’ve always had an oral fixation, and there’s something special about using a cock to help your nerves. It had to move on though, things had to happen, I couldn’t stay like this, luxuriating all day. I had to get up, I had things to do, like ride this cock in fetish phone sex!

Oh, you thought I meant like, grocery shopping? No, I spit that dick out of my lips and away from my soft inner cheeks because my core was begging for a hard, solid fucking. I needed it, I begged for it, I got on my back and grabbed my tits with one hand while reaching down and spreading my wet pussy lips with the other. Two fingers were all that were needed for that dribbling cunt. He could see deep inside, all the way to my spasming womb and leaking nectar base. I really needed him deeper, I drooled a little at the thought. “Fuck me.” He hadn’t wanted more than an extra second to pounce and plunge his hard man meat so deep my entire body twitched. There’s something to be said about technique, or a bastion of skill that rocks the mind and answers your cravings. He had none of that, what he did have, was a length so mighty my ass clapped just feeling it ram deep in what I was pretty sure was forced intoxication phone sex. After-all, I still had no clue what the fuck.

Blasphemy Phone Sex fears no God

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Blasphemy Phone sex knows no fear of God. One thing you should know about your little mixed breed is that I was raised up catholic and went to mass and confession often. Church was a big part of my life as a youngster.  I knew when I heard the story of God asking Abraham to kill his own son God was in fact evil. The Devil was the one I wanted to follow. Angelic beauty paired with no guilt about things that are human nature sounded way more fun to a school brat like me. Giving naughty confessions that just about made my priest kell over and gives hint at my Blashphemy beginnings.

I guess a confession that there are way too many brats and not enough cock, does that! The cost of making men and women turned on has to be paid right? Just like Jesus paid for all of our sins, and suffered? No? Well, that was when I started bringing my own kind of church to men who needed me. Turning in your soul to the dark lord for young cunny and cock is a tale as old as time. Most of you would sell your soul just to be able to kill, torture, and fuck something.

Without temptation, you wouldn’t be like this. I know that. But your dick beating up a pussy that is so fresh and bald is too tempting. Add in a spicy Black And Hispanic dominatrix punishing our victim and your cum will flow! Some men need young bald pussy and some men need to be sandwiched between my strap-on and a tiny twat or ass! Even if you have never thought you would sell your soul, just spending some time with my evil ass will make you rethink things. I have a way about me…

Cum Slut Phone Sex gets real when drugs are involved

Cum Slut Phone SexMy cum slut phone sex slut head was so fuzzy I wasn’t sure I could have stopped even if my boyfriend had been begging. I needed this man’s dick and I needed it right that moment. I don’t really remember why, I had been drinking but every pump and bob of my head is added to a powerful feeling of bliss on my tongue and in my throat. It had to have been a drug, something slipped into my drink before I was brought back to the back room with some guy I never even got the name of. I knew he was some kind of playboy, his red coat was really memorable and he smelled of money. That lack of desperation was powerful. I remember wondering why a guy like that would stoop to drugging a daddys girl phone sex expert but now I know why, it was the power. Men like that get a taste of power very young and they don’t ever want to let it go. They don’t have to let anything go, there’s always another girl just like me to play games with. Our wet pussies begging for a fuckstick to fill them with meat and then hot steamy jizz and future problems. Our mouths needily slobbering on shafts we’d never seen before until right that moment. I can still remember the surging needs that flowed through me the very moment I saw his prick in the dark lighting of the private room. I fell to my knees without having to be asked or told. I moved my hips as I sauntered over across the floor in what I now imagine to be lewd shambling, my tits out, my hips naked as the day I was born. I needed his cum, more than anything else in the world. Drugs phone sex will screw a girl up in all the best ways.

Forced Intox with a bit of Blackmail

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I have your whole life in my fingertips. Wow, you are such a pathetic cock hungry slut. I have video after video of you sucking cock in public places. Big cocks, small cocks, thick cocks, it did not matter to you. You are so cock hungry that you didn’t even want any money. You just love being a whore for free. Now, I am going to expose this footage to your friends, family and coworkers if you do not drink that alcohol. That’s right, keep drinking it. You don’t want me to expose your entire life now, don’t you? Keep taking more shots. That’s it. I want you to be completely drunk. Do not stop you faggot whore. You were too cock obsessed to keep your mouth off their cocks and now you’re under my command. Keep taking shots and drinking for me. Oh, you are completely intoxicated. I can see that you are so drunk that you need somebody to take care of you. Let me see what I can make you do. 

I Got Anally Force Fucked!

Anal Phone SexI don’t mind being known around my college campus as the cum slut who fucks for fun but I got myself into a bit of trouble for being too damn slutty! I was walking home after a long night of serving drinks at my part time job when a car pulled up next to me, the window rolled down to reveal an older man. I was scared but I was curious as well, the gentlemen offered me a ride home and I knew better than to accept it but I just couldn’t help but hope getting in the car would lead to me getting some hard cock! I jumped in and the next thing I knew I was being drugged and taken away. When I woke up, I was tied to a bench with my ass in the air and my fuck holes exposed, from the shadows my captor came forward—my therapist! So many things ran through my mind but the only thing that stood out were the many hours in which I detailed my sex addiction and incest filled upbringing, perhaps he has been planning this for a long time. I told him if he just freed me, I’d keep this between us but I wasn’t that lucky… My therapist came out and fucking rammed his 10-inch-thick dick right inside my asshole!

Drunk Daughter Punishment

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When my youngest bratty bitch breaks our rules and goes out drinking with her friends, we teach her a lesson just like millions of parents have done before us and pull out a bottle of booze for her to swill down while we watch, then make her have forced intoxication phone sex with some perv while we play with her passed out pussy.

This is how it always goes; she stays out past curfew drinking and doing god knows what with god knows who, then expects us to not only be fine with it, but to cater to her every hungover want and need the next day.  Fuck that, it was cute the first time, but got to be a nuisance really quickly, so we decided to take action.

After school let out, she started partying every night.  A few weeks ago, she stumbled in all glassy eyed a few hours past when she was to be home and staggered back to her bedroom without even noticing my husband and I were up watching her.  We silently followed her with a bottle of vodka and a few shot glasses in hand and, just as she laid her head on her pillow, invited her to have a nightcap with us before bed.  She didn’t want to but, of course, we insisted.

After slamming a couple of shooters each, she completely blacked the fuck out!  We decided, as good parents, that our next step in proper punishment should be exploitation, so we peeled her clothes back and started taking pictures and videos of her.  We pawed at her skin and pinched her nipples, even slapped her cunt until it was good and red.  She just moaned a bit and snored her way through it.  I sent the pics and vids out to all of the crazy cocks in my contact list and got just the response I was looking for.  All of them absolutely loved it and wanted to see more, so we started finger fucking her and munching on her unconscious holes.  She let out a couple more moans and groans, which gave me the idea to call up my favorite part time prick to let him hear all of the action.  It made him so happy!

I just put my phone right by her head and had my hubby go to town on her bald little beaver and balloon knot of a butthole.  He started out by shoving his fingers inside of her, all four in her cunt at first, massaging her teen g-spot, then working his pinky and ring finger into her brown round to get them good and stretched out for his cock.  Every time she moaned or breathed sharply, my phone friend did the same.  I could hear him whacking his wonderful fuck rod over the sounds of my husband shoving himself into her unknowing holes over and over again.  What an amazing sound!

When he was all done with her, he covered her face with his cum and made sure that I got some great shots of it for the upcoming part of our plan.  The next day, she didn’t even remember she had seen us when she got home.  She zombie walked her way into the kitchen around 1:30 in the afternoon talking about how she felt like she had been hit by a truck.  I gave her a cup of coffee and my husband and I each sat on either side of her and flipped out our phones so we could show her our evening.

Needless to say, she was mortified… At first.  The sight of her parents using her drunken body to get themselves and their friends off made her straighten up her act for, maybe, ten days or so.  Then she went back to breaking rules and not giving a shit.  Even seeing her dad’s load oozing and dripping off of her face wasn’t enough to keep her in line for long.  We repeated the punishment and the next day, she walked into the kitchen, made her own coffee and sat beside us.  Holding out her hand, she said “So show me the pictures.” and took a long sip of her hangover remedy. 

 

He Laced My Drink

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I think he spiked my drink! I woke up this morning with my panties around my ankles and my tits completely exposed and covered in cum. I have no recollection of ever letting anyone deep inside my chocolate passion today. The last thing I remember is meeting up with this hot fucking stud from the local fire station. When he caught my eye the only thing I could imagine was him spraying my blazing hot cunt with his cum making hose! We flirted through text all the way up until our mid-afternoon date. I wear something slutty and skimpy to entice his cock while his eyes took in my ebony lusciousness. I had every intention of giving him my slutty nigger pussy! I even told him I didn’t want to drink alcohol during our date so that I was completely coherent when he stuffed me with the humongous meat I spotted through his flame retardant uniform. Now that my memory is getting clearer, I recall feeling lightheaded after taking a few sips of my drink. He probably laced my shit when I wasn’t looking.

What did he do to me?

My asshole is gaping open and my tits are sticky from a massive wad of scum. It’s hard for me to stand up because my pussy is so swollen. It feels like 12 guys ran a train on me without any lube! This is what I get for thinking a superior white hero would use me for anything other than to fulfill their rape phone sex fantasies.

Forced Intoxication Phone Sex

forced intoxication phone sexI have a confession. I love forced intoxication phone sex calls. Have you ever partied with a mommy whore? You would be surprised how well this dirty milf can keep up with you. I am not very big, but I can handle my booze and my coke. Well, that was until I talked to Derek last night. He out drank me. I think I won the coke battle, but by the end of our three-hour cruise, I was spilling all my secrets and slurring my words. I was so drunk that I passed out with the phone in my hand.  Honestly, I was not even sure I had really done the call. It was like waking up in the middle of a Clue game and trying to piece together all the shit that happened. I saw the half empty Jack Daniels bottle along with a few beer bottles and an empty wine bottle. How the fuck did I not puke? What we talked about was a blur until my sons told me they were jacking off and eavesdropping on my phone sex call. Apparently, I told my fellow party animal about the incest I had with my mother and my brother growing up and that my mother made it very clear that my job was to take care any boys I had. I guess I also confessed that when my boys were super young, I would suck on their hairless peepees. I normally do not tell men how early I started with my sons for fear they will judge me, but I figured I bared my sole to Derek, I can to you too. My boys said I begged them to fuck mommy before I crashed. It is likely something I said, but it is equally plausible that they helped themselves to my mommy phone sex holes when I was incapacitated.  I never mind though. My mommy fuck holes have no limits or restrictions. My boys have consent to fucking use me whenever. I have a terrible headache today, but I am ready for some of the hair of the dog that bit me.

Forced Intoxication Phone Sex

forced intoxication phone sex Forced intoxication phone sex calls are a blast. I love to get drunk and high on calls. Last night, my last call of the night was a forced intoxication call. Good thing it was my last call too because I got plastered.  Like falling down drunk. My caller was telling me things to do to myself and if I hesitated or he did not think I was doing it right, I had to take a drink. I was doing shots of Jack Daniels. Whisky hits me quickly. I was loaded.  I was doing lines of coke too. I am a party mom. By the time I was done with the call, I was puking. That was from all the alcohol. I am a seasoned drugs phone sex whore, but I rarely drink, and this guy had me doing all sorts of shots. My sons are so good to me. They held my hair as I was puking. They even got me in the shower so I would not be so gross smelling. Turns out they wanted me smelling better when they fucked me. They know I never have to give verbal consent to fuck me. If they are horny, it does not matter if I am passed out drunk or just dead asleep. They can help themselves to their mommy’s fuck holes. My holes are their holes.  I woke up this morning with a raging hangover. I was covered in cum. My pussy and ass were full of cum too. I really could not remember much. I had bits and pieces strung together. My sons told me about my phone sex call and how I was drinking like a fish. They of course were not going to let a drunk mommy stop them from having their fun.  I am glad they didn’t. I may have been a drunk whore last night, but I am always a mommy whore first.