I am full of taboo phone sex stories. My life is a far cry from vanilla. My youngest years were spent as daddy’s whore. He made me do the things my mom did before she left us. She wanted no more of his abuse. I do not know if she thought he would not touch me because I was his flesh and blood or if she just did not care because it was no longer her. The very next day after she packed her bags and left, he was fucking me. A week later he was selling my tiny holes to settle his gambling debts. He exchanged his baby girl for coke too. At the time I hated those old fat men using me as their cum dumpster. I wanted to be a normal girl. I wanted to play with dolls and ride bikes with friends. I had no friends. My sperm donor kept me isolated from anyone my age. I ran away when I was a teen. Right into the arms of men like him. Men have always wanted to use me. Many have wanted to hurt me too. I am a pain slut now because of it. I thought my hooking days were over, but times have been tough because of the shutdowns. My strip club was closed for months and it is a dead zone in there now. Even snuff phone sex has been slow. I put an ad on Fet Life. Men will pay to fuck a blonde whore, but they feel entitled to do what ever they want to me in exchange. Beau skull fucked me so hard, he realigned my jaw. He sodomized my ass with his cock and fist, gaping my asshole wider than a shark’s mouth. By the time, our hour was up, I was a bloody sore mess. I could barely walk. He tossed me some money and said, “thanks whore.” I just went from being daddy’s whore to being every man’s whore.
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