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.
Tag: forced intoxication phone sex
He Laced My Drink
Forced Intoxication Phone Sex
I 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 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.
Give Me a Raise or Else
“Give me a promotion bitch before I show everyone in the office these pictures of you sucking your little youngster’s cock.” I had been working at my job for the past 5 years now with no promotion. I was the best employee there. I was bringing in the most money. I had the best clientele sheets, and I was the top marketing agent at my firm but still not promotion, no raise, nothing. I spoke to my boss Linda several times about getting paid my worth and she turned me down numerous times with no valid reason. At an office Christmas party, I went to Linda’s office to see one more time if she would offer me a promotion. Just as I expected she said no. According to her I didn’t “fit the profile” of being a project manager. I was kind of happy she said no because I had all the ammunition, I needed to change her mind.
I had followed her home one day and notice in her window that her and her family were huge advocates of family fun. I could see her fucking her little munchkins. Now of course a cunt like me had no problem at all with this. I love fucking my youngsters. But I knew everyone else would not see it that way. I snapped pics and went home. The next day I was envelope in hand ready to execute my plan. “Please LaShay! Don’t do this! If you leak those photos my career will be ruined.” “You know what I want bitch! A promotion! Or these photos will be plastered everywhere before your little fuckers make it to school in the morning. “Okay okay please just stop. I will give you your promotion.” “I also want a raise you dirty whore.” “Anything you want please! Just don’t release the photos. “I will hang on to these until my promotion announcement. The next day my promotion was posted on the job community board. I was the new Project Manager making three times as much before. I guess a little blackmail goes along way. Or should I say blackFEMALE.
Erotic Hypnosis Phone Sex whore
This Erotic hypnosis phone sex whore knows exactly what makes your fucking clitty throb. I’m able to get deep in your mind and pull the most fucked up shit that arouses a tiny dick slut like you! I try not to go straight for the gold when I have a sissy on the line who needs punishment! New sissy whores always try to beat around the bush when it comes to telling me about that sissy stick. Cum dump. So, I get all extra sweet and start talking about big dicks and how good they feel shoved up my own ass.
You sluts always tell on yourself, you always leave yourself wide open for me to wiggle my way inside your mind. Ass eater. You would love to live as a sissy eunuch slave that has no balls and an ass hole thats open for all the bull cocks! Dressed up for me, kissing my feet and licking my ass hole as I leave you dazed and confused? This is right where you need to be. And lort help you if you bring party favors, because your ass will be high as hell as I encourage you to keep on puffing, snorting and rolling! Butt Fuck slut. I’ll have my strap buried deep in your sissy pussy while you beg for more!
Forced Intoxication Phone Sex and Blow
I enjoy forced intoxication phone sex calls, especially if it is mixed with some forced blow. Although, I am a druggy mommy whore. You do not really have to force me to drink or do lines. I love to party. I love to get high and spill the beans about my alternative family. I had a party call last night. Every time I spoke about something incestuous, I had to do a shot of whisky and a line of coke. It was a 2-hour call, so I was pretty fucked up after the call. I was so fucked up, I had to sign off because no way I could ring a guy’s card up to do a phone sex call. I have a high tolerance too. I guess my tolerance is more for coke than whiskey. Blow is my drug of choice. And I do love my party callers. I am a little hungover this morning, but I will survive.
This caller and I shared incest stories. He was raised by a single mom who seduced him when he was quite young. He grew up eating mommy’s pussy. He eventually started fucking him when he got older. It was a similar story to how I was raised. My momma was a socialite. She married a working-class guy for love, and soon regretted it. He was gone all the time. She started doing coke and that led her to a relationship with my brother. I caught them one night and after that, I was watching and partying with my mom. My brother loved fucking my mother. I lost my virginity to my brother because one night my mother said it was time, I become a woman. My dad never found out. He was gone too much and when he was home, he would pass out drunk. My mom gave me my love for incest phone sex and coke. Now, here I am, doing coke daily and fucking my own sons. My mom is so proud of me.
My uncle took impregnation phone sex too far!
Uncle Mick had an obsession with me like no other. He lived a few cities away and would come over once in a blue moon. He persuaded me to go to his studio downtown for some professional photos during a family outing. Uncle mick knew I was getting my hands into acting and modeling, and he wanted to “help.” I should have known his help would come at a price. Uncle mick began to tell me he has always had a thing for me. I was so creeped out, but I tried to forget what he said. My nerves were shot because as soon as he offered me a cup of water, I gulped it down. Then it hit me he must have put something in the drink. I was knocked out cold. When I awoke in a panic, my uncle mick had told me it was too late. He fucked my cunt while I was deep asleep and that he pumped all his baby batter in me.
Forced Intoxication Phone Sex
Forced intoxication phone sex is not my favorite but I do it because I am a submissive whore most days. I am not a big drinker. I am a coke head, however. When this guy called me, he asked me to pour a glass of whiskey. I do not drink that shit, but my husband does. I made the mistake of mentioning my husband’s extensive bourbon collection. He is a fan of Kentucky spirits. That shit is like drinking gasoline to me. He told me he wanted me to drink with him and share incest stories. That is what he told me in the beginning. I told him I was more of a coke girl, but he insisted I drink because he does not like to drink alone. Honestly, I did not realize he was plotting to get me drunk. He wanted to hear me sipping. He wanted to hear the pour and the ice in the cup. As we shared incest phone sex experiences, I felt myself getting intoxicated. I started talking faster. I began slurring. I was feeling nauseated. He knew I was drunk. I can do coke better than Tony Montana, but a wine cooler gets me drunk. He wanted me drunk, so he could get me to spill the beans and be a nasty freak. Coke does that to me. Booze makes me puke. That was his goal because that is his fetish. He likes to get women drunk to the point where they puke and pass out. I vaguely remember our call. It is amazing I did not fuck up his billing with as drunk as I was. I woke up the next morning hugging the toilet and my face hovering over a bowl full of puke. I looked like a train wreck. I felt like one too. Whatever your nasty fetish phone sex thing is, this sexy mommy delivers even when she does not remember.
I Sold My Daughter To A-

I sold my slutty, young daughter to a tall man in a dark coat, and with a huge cock. He said from the first time he saw her young mouth, he knew he needed to bury himself balls deep down her tiny little throat. I tried to resist, but he forced us both in the back of the car. His men started to strip us both as he politely asked how much to make the check out for.
I was begging for them to let us go, but the more I struggled the wetter my cunt got. I could see my sweet angel was getting horny too, but then again those thugs were giving her a little mustache ride. She was screaming for me to please help her, but the number that thick cock fucker was offering just kept getting bigger and bigger, and so was his cock.
By the time they forced my daughter’s head over that drooling dick, he’d forced a check into my hand that assured my other littles and I would never have to want again. They acted out some violent and bruising rape fantasies on me before shoving me out of the car, naked and dripping cum. I landed in a back alley, and they drove off with my sweet princess choking on his man meat.















