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Love Being a Phone Sex Whore

phone sex whoreI love being a phone sex whore. I just love being a whore. Whores have the best lives. We have the most fun because we do not deny ourselves anything ever. Not even during a pandemic. I am a kinky bitch. I will fuck just about anyone with two legs. Hell, I have fucked a few 4-legged beings and no legged ones too. I had a caller last night who wanted to know when I started fucking. I was young. But I was even younger when I started masturbating. My dad won me a life-sized teddy bear at the state fair. He was my first boyfriend. My daddy was my second boyfriend. I was such a horny little creature. I would hump my teddy bear and pretend we were fucking. Later, I discovered I had Plushophilia. I grew out of that odd fetish for stuffed animals once I discovered I could get off on cocks. My mother busted me grinding my bald cunt on this big teddy bear screaming daddy. She took me to a shrink, and I was diagnosed as a nymphomaniac. I had a high sex drive even way back then. I seduced my father not long after that and my mother gave up trying to fix me. She was a trophy wife and if she wanted to keep her cushy life, she had no choice but to shut the fuck up. I promised I would never be uptight like my mother. I raised my daughter to be a whore like me. She may not have a strange phone sex fetish for stuffed animals like I did, but that is because I gave her a vibrator for a young birthday. I taught her to embrace her sexuality. Now that she is benched from college until further notice, we play several times a day. Just to spice things up, I showed her how to rub her pussy on stuffed animals. We felt so naughty, but it is just another fun way to get off.


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