I was having an extra dirty phone sex call with a guy yesterday. He was telling me this story about this stripper he paid for kinky sex. She was not as hot as me. She was your typical strung out junkie, but she needed cash. She would do anything for it. I was always lucky that I beauty on my side. I have always made good money in the adult industry thanks to wealthy patrons and good looks. I’ve never been desperate. All the kinky dirty things I have done, it is because I want to do them, not because I need to do them. Make sense? My caller told me about this time he paid that stripper $100 so him and his friends could watch a family furry friend play with her. They smeared peanut butter all over her body and just watched and stroked their cocks. That beast fucked her too. Knotted up inside her then nutted everywhere. It was such a dirty story I came so hard, several times listening to the details. After the call, I didn’t quite look at Bandit the same way; you know what I mean? He isn’t a big boy, but still, the thought was so taboo it made me wet. I went to the store and got some peanut butter. I can never seem to keep peanut butter in the house. I didn’t need to be drugged or paid. I was doing this all out of sexual perversion. The moment I smeared peanut butter on my wet bald snatch, Bandit had his wet nose between my legs lapping it up. His tongue was rough, but rough in a good way. My daughter so busted me. I was embarrassed, but she just giggled and said, “Ever wonder why I go through peanut butter so fast, Mom?”