Bad babysitter phone sex accomplices enjoy life, especially if they can trade holes for coke. Not my holes, but some little charge I am responsible for. It’s funny, usually I am the one getting used. And although I still get used, the older I get the easier it becomes to lure away little girls and boys for men like you. And my age and status as a mother makes families want to hire me to watch their little ones.
I have this one coke dealer who claims I have no tight holes left. I blame my stepson for that. All the abuse over the years stretched out my cunt and ass. I did not want to tell this dealer that maybe his cock is just too small. If I got sassy, I likely would end up in one of his real snuff movies. So, to get coke from him, I must pose as a babysitter and give him access to something young and tight.
If I Need a Fix, I Will Sacrifice a Brat
I always feel badly when I let a man fuck such a young girl or boy just so I can get coke. But I need coke more than some little ones need their virginity. I know it sounds so selfish, but a coke whore does what she must for free coke. And if he wanted to fuck a young pussy and ass, I would get it for him. His coke is almost as good as my stepson’s blow.
I had to drug the girl. My cocktails get better every time. A little Benadryl, mixed with some Xanax mixed in warm milk, knocks little ones out so men like you can explore your rape phone sex fantasies. He snuck in through a window I opened to avoid the security cameras. He rag dolled fuck that little girl. She looked limp as he thrust his cock in and out of her tiny holes. He made a bloody mess of her fuck holes. And that left me with a huge mess to clean up.
But I cleaned her up and her bed. Wiped down everything that might have his DNA on it. He has a record, so his fingerprints are on record. However, mine are not. That little girl will wake up with sore, swollen holes, but I will be long gone and high as a kite by then.