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- When I Was A Junky
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Note: If you're looking for dirty hardcore sex, this is NOT the page for you. Some scenes in this story were actually based on personal life experience. I hope you enjoy!
Hi my name is Katherine, a 39 year old housewife and mom from Florida. I'm 5'11 tall, 34b, with slender built, and dirty blonde hair. My long smooth legs are my best feature, and I enjoy showing them off to anybody who appreciates.
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It was not too long ago when my husband Steve introduced me to cocaine. Steve enjoyed it occasionally, while I eventually got addicted to it.
He had no idea about my addiction. Everyday while Steve was at work, I'd drive to his friend's pad. His name is Jerry, a small-time coke dealer. I used to hang out there while my husband was at work.
I normally didn't have money, but Jerry said it's fine. He said all I needed was to be sexy for him everytime I came over. It seemed to be a good deal for me.
Jerry loved my long legs a lot. He said they're the sexiest legs he's ever seen.
So, I visited him one day wearing a white blouse, a very short skirt, matching lacey underwear, and a pair of high heeled sandals.
As I entered the door, I went straight in to sit on his lap, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He always loved that, while his hand caressed my bare thighs. That was when he let me snort my first coke of the day.
I felt the adrenaline right away. I got up from his lap and cleaned up some of the mess around the living room. After a few more hits, I cleaned up the kitchen too.
A few minutes later, a couple of customers arrived. It was my job to make sure the customers feel comfortable. I served them their coke on the table, as I displayed my body in front of them.
Jerry ordered me to undo all the buttons of my blouse, which I did immediately. My bra was exposed to everyone in the room, from my open blouse.
I sat next to some of the customers. Some groped my breasts from my open blouse, and others rubbed my legs from my short skirt. They even let me snort more from the coke they just bought.
After all the customers had left, Jerry told me to strip my blouse and skirt off. I willingly obeyed.
I was left with my bra, panties, and high heels, as I cleaned up the table again.
Then, another guy came. It was Jerry's biggest customer. It only meant that I should give him special treatment than the others. I already know what he wants. It's been the same thing every single time. A blowjob.
So I got down on my knees in front of his chair. I pulled his cock out from his pants and started sucking, while him and Jerry were talking over something on the table. I was between his legs with his hard cock in my mouth. My head moved up and down trying to suck the full length of his shaft. I knew what makes him cum, since that wasn't the first time I sucked him. I started to stroke his long hard shaft with my hand as fast as I could, while I licked his balls up and down.
It didn't take long when he guided my mouth back to his cock, for me to take all his cum. I swallowed all his creamy cum down my throat. In return, he gave me a hit of his cocaine while I was still on my knees.
After he left, it was just me and Jerry. He told me to take the rest of my clothes off, which I did. I was standing in front of him completly naked except for my high heels on.
He said he wanted to fuck me. So I stretched my legs as I stood, then bent over on the table from my hips. Jerry went around me. Without any warning, he shoved his huge hard cock right into my pussy. He was thrusting so hard. All I could do was moan. His hand was squeezing my breast, while the other hand was squeezing my ass cheek. His thumb was burried into my butthole as he squeezed my ass cheek so tight.
Jerry held my hair from behind and shoved my face on the table. He wanted me to snort some of the coke that was left on the table. I Sniffed everything I could, as my pussy was continuously pounded by his big hard cock. My butthole was being stretched open by his thumb.
He was fucking me harder and faster, until I felt him cum deep inside my pussy.
He was a very busy man. He quickly pulled his cock out from my pussy, then told me to finish myself off, while he got ready to see the next customer.
So I went to the corner of the room and sat on the floor against the wall with my legs wide open. The next group of customers came in, while I was finger fucking myself in the corner. I felt so dirty finishing myself off after being used, while the last customers watched.
It didn't take long, I came all over my fingers. It felt so good. My fully exposed pussy was soaking wet.
I crawled back to Jerry for a last snort, before I had to get dressed and go home. He knew that I should be home before my husband did.
- COMMENTS
Dynamohum254 months agoHi sexy Leggy Kathy, I love a woman that uses her sexiest assets to get what she wants. And you, my dear, are an excellent example of that. Loved all your very hot stories. Each made me hard not long after I started reading them. Thanks for including the picture of your delicious legs. I’d love to kiss and run my very wet tongue all the way up them until I reach what no doubt will be a very hot, wet and tasty pussy. More stories please. I’m betting that you’ve had many more erotic experiences since your last one. LJ
150919629 months agoRings so true. Was years ago, but wife became a "Snow Queen " very quickly. It ran it's course, and other than some hard to talk about nights, we survived and moved on. Not sure how she could keep the truth from her husband, but still a great story. Thanks.
Jaystrealmost 7 years agoI found this to be a superbly reflective story, whether it is true or not.
It provides a glimpse of what we all suspect must go on in the lives of some users. The unsavory elements of weakness and vulnerability become the foundation of a story that changes love and lust into quid pro quo in satisfying a drug habit.
None of us know after reading this if the story is of an addict or merely a down on her luck/need a fix user.
I also think and hope it can be expanded to a point where those who see it as "glorifying" can see their view is unfounded.
KevinandNinaalmost 8 years agoBack in the 90's. a girl I had worked in a record store with came home from college for Christmas break.
Before leaving for college she had never had sex, didn't drink or smoke.
After one semester at college, she would fuck anyone for a line of coke.
Men, women, combinations, groups. It didn't matter as long as everyone had some nose candy for her.
She'd do things for a line of coke that she wouldn't even consider doing for money.
Eventually she got help but not soon enough to introduce her younger sister to the same crowd when the sister joined her at college the next year.
The final straw was the two of them doing an incestuous/lesbian show for a big frat house on campus.
Anonymousover 8 years agoI'm pretty certain this could have been expanded to a truly awe inspiring piece of fiction mixed with truth, had you wanted to tackle the memories. As it stands I have enjoyed reading about your experience.
I've known two married women who had cocaine addiction adventures. One was introduced to the party drug by her husband and their marriage disintegrated as she strayed further and further from the marital bed in pursuit of a party and fun life which revolved around tooting a high. She was a beautiful girl who met him as a neighbor when she was 16 and he was 20. He had money from working in his father's insurance office as he went to college.
The other was basically a Coke whore. She and her female cousin would only "date" guys with access to the drug. Starting just after High School, their dating preferences continued until the woman I knew was absolutely out of her mind on drugs and alcohol. The ensuing car wreck killed her cousin. They were both Latter Day Saints. Neither female was busty. Both had legs and were able to make a pair of jeans pop as they walked. Eventually she married, had three children, and became an Insurance Agent with her own office. Her husband begged her to get larger breast's implanted.
Husband and wife were living in a state outside of Utah. They were always what is termed, "Jack Mormons," and that was their word for not strictly following a lifestyle of abstinence from Jack Daniel. At age 36 she was without her husband, in a bar with a girl friend and they were cajoled to attend a party in an apartment where sheer lack of good judgment and a long abstinence combined to get her back on the toot and party train.
This woman's daughter, at 15, began wearing the clothed her mom bought for her out the door in the morning while carrying another outfit in her backpack. Neighbors let mommy know her little lady was coming home dressed as a hooker. Mom and dad worked until 5 PM and the daughter was getting home at 4 PM.
Good luck with your addiction.
