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Subject: "STOEY: "Not Trailer Trash" (M/f, f/f, f/mast, oral)
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"Not Trailer Trash"
(c) 1997 by Pander Communications. All rights reserved.
Usually, when y'all are "visiting" me here at The Brothel, my mouth is too
full (of cock) and occupied to talk to y'all. I'm glad you decided to
stick
around a while and just jaw. What do you want to talk about? Oh, that!
"What's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?"
Let's get one thing straight right away: Nobody's forcing me
to work here! I just love fucking and sucking. That's it.
Now, if you want to know the exact details of why I'm here, that's
another story. Just don't judge me before you've heard it.
Like a lot of my friends here at The Brothel, I was once happily
married . . . I thought! I'd call my ex "dickhead," but I'm not
feeling all that charitable right now. Oh well, why not? Tell ya what . .
.
I'll call him "Dick".
Anyway, no matter what his other faults were, Dick and I were great
in bed. And I mean, we spent mucho time there. Too much, maybe.
Just to give you an idea of how hot our sex life was -- Er, by the
way, you don't mind if I take off my clothes while we're talking, do
you? -- One afternoon I was hanging up the clothes behind our double-wide
(now, I don't want to hear any of that 'trailor trash' talk, hear?) and
was
stretching up to reach the top line. My tits were rubbin' against my
blouse
and my nipples were tingling. I was wondering when my Dickhead Honey would
be getting home. I mean, it was hot and sticky, sweat was runnin' down my
face, down between my tits. The waistband of my skirt was a little tight
and
sweat was trickling down from my belly button into my pubic hair. I mean,
it
was hot!
Maybe you know what it can be like. When your nipples are tinglin'
and sweat's drippin' and you're a horny-type like me. I couldn't
help it. You'd want to do something about it, wouldn't you?
I rushed through the last of the wash and ran back to the house and
stripped off my clothes, I mean to the skivvies and beyond. I didn't
care where my clothes landed. My panties must have been a mess from sweat
and you-know-what, and my blouse was just about as wet as a dishrag, so
that
was gone, too. Let's see, did I forget anything? Oh yeah, my skirt. I
didn't
usually wear jeans 'cause when Dick and I were rarin' to go, I mean, we
were
rarin'!
Anyway, totally, buck-naked, I plumped up some pillows against the
headboard, stuck a cushion under my ass, took a deep breath, and
shut my eyes. Imagining it was Dick's hands, I began slowly rubbing my
thighs with my palms. Dick always started out slow at first, too. Then,
while deliberately avoiding my pussy, I simultaneously ran both hands up
my
body, lingering momentarily at my hips.
I've never been ticklish, but my ribs are incredibly sensitive to
touch. I rubbed them sensuously, just barely touching the bottoms of
my breasts, then retreating. I rubbed harder and harder; then, when I
couldn't take it any more, I began an all-out assault on my nipples. After
all, they're what got me into this in the first place. I don't know about
you, but when I'm nipple-horny, it's like there's a hot itch just below
the
skin of my tits. The more I rub, the hotter it gets, the hotter it gets,
the
hotter I get! My tits were on fire and I could feel the first moist
stirring
deep inside my pussy, as the lips grew swollen and juice started bubbling
inside.
Well, one thing led to another and pretty soon my left hand was
continuing the tit-stuff, while my right hand was playing with my
clit. There I was, lying on the bed, writhing and moaning and God knows
what
else, one hand pinching my nipples the other thrusting deeper and deeper
into my pussy. God, it was intense! I was fantasizing that Dick was doing
it
all.
Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched? As my body
quivered and quaked like a Yugo in need of a tune-up, my sixth-sense
told me I wasn't alone anymore. I opened my eyes, and there was ol' Dick,
starin' down at me, the biggest shit-eatin' grin I've ever seen on his
face.
"Just in time," I thought. When I'm in heat like that, the only
thing that'll put out the fire is a big dick inside me. Or, "Dick,"
as the case may be. I won't go so far as to say I was outta control, but .
.
. okay, well I wasn't thinking straight. I would'a done anything he'd
asked
me at that moment.
He bent down and parted my legs, looked at my drenched and somewhat
gamey pussy, and said, "Now, what have we got here?" as if he didn't
know! It didn't take him long to shuck off his jeans and begin waving his
12" dick in my face. If you wanna know, I hated it when he did that.
Wavin'
it like it was goddamn Old Glory or something. Real juvenile. But, I just
wanted it in me, all of it, pounding and pounding and making that slurping
sound like it does when I'm real wet.
Well, he put it in me, alright. And it felt as good as ever. Filling
me up. His cock, my clit, rubbing together like a pair tectonic
plates. I've never been a multiple orgasmer. My ma and sisters are, but I
must have missed that particular gene. Never mattered much, though: My one
orgasm was usually good for 7 or 8 on the Richter Scale. I mean, major.
And,
I was getting ever closer. I could feel the familiar tightness building up
in my chest, and my dripping pussy felt like it was on fire, filled with
molten lava.
As Dick pumped in and out, I still couldn't get over the feeling
something was a little off. Dick may have been rough and ready, but
he always was considerate of my needs. This time, though, he didn't seem
to
care if I came at all. In fact, when he turned me over on my stomach to
try
for a little stroll down the Hershey Highway, he didn't even ask like he
always does (he knows I'm not always in the mood). After a tense moment,
he
must have sensed that this was one of those times, and with a snort of
annoyance (also, uncharacteristic) he turned me back over, straddled my
ribcage with his knees and jammed his dick down my throat.
Now, giving head is something I love, and I'm damn good at it, if I
do say so myself. I love the feel of this soft little wormy thing
getting big and hard in my mouth as I work it with my lips and my tongue.
I
love a cock's ridged-velvety feel, as it slides in and out of my mouth. I
love those moments, just before cumming, when it swells up like it will
burst, then shoots its hot and creamy load in my mouth. Sometimes I'll
swallow it as it cums out, other times I'll swoosh it around in my mouth
like mouthwash before swallowing. Once, on a suggestion from Dick, I
carefully spit it all out into a dish then lapped it all up like a dog!
Kinky, eh? This time, though, I wasn't enjoying it at all. My pussy was
still on fire, and a dick crammed down my throat wasn't doin' much to help
that situation!
After several unenthusiastic minutes, Dick pulled his dick out of my
mouth, still hard and smacked me in the face with it. It was still
wet from my mouth, and I didn't like it at all. He had a funny look on his
face, like he had a surprise for me, but he wasn't sure if I'd like it or
not. His eyes wouldn't meet mine, and he started to say something.
Suddenly I heard a tiny noise from the doorway. Pushing him off, I
looked up and saw a cute little brunette, who must have been
watching the whole thing: Dick pumping in and out of my mouth and my
pussy,
me writhing and mewling like a cat in heat (which I was, still).
Dick seemed almost relieved as he introduced us. "Honey, this is
H____. I hope you don't mind that I brought her along. I figured
that, since you're so damned horny all the time having someone else around
might help keep you occupied."
Well, I'll tell you! I was so humiliated I almost cried. What did he
think I was, some kind of insatiable slut? It's true I do love sex,
but there's a difference. I loved him as well.
Well, right there and then I knew it was over between Dick and me.
No more blowjobs while driving into town for groceries. No more
early-morning-before-work nookie. And . . . he'd never again visit my
puckered young (almost virgin) asshole again, that was for sure. H____,
now
. . . she sure looked good!
I've never walked the lez side of the street, but that didn't mean I
wouldn't try it if the opportunity ever presented itself. And H____
was real sweet . . . I mean s-w-e-e-e-t! Young and innocent. It didn't
seem
that she'd mind, either. I mean, she had some of the biggest hair I'd ever
seen on a woman, but it didn't seem to get in the way. And, she was . . .
innocent, I mean. In a sluttish kind of way, of course!
Well, to make a long story short, H____ and I got it on big time
that night, while poor Dick ended up jerking off into a
handkerchief. H____ is bisexual, and, I discovered, so am I. She and I
dumped Dick and set up housekeeping on our own. Boys, girls, twos, threes,
it didn't matter. We were getting as much cock as we wanted. After a
while,
a guy showed me a way to have multiple orgasms, so I guess everything's
perfect.
When we heard about The Brothel, it seemed like the answer to our
prayers. So, here we are. Neither of is using our real names, of
course, so you'll just have to guess. All day and all night long, we get
it
on with guys like you, and sometimes we get off on each other. It's a
great
life.
Right about now, I'm feeling pretty horny. My nipples are
beginning to itch, and my pussy's getting wet. I'm lying here
desperate to talk to someone who will thrill me and who I can
thrill. I want to make you cum and cum. In my mouth, on my tits,
in my pussy, in my ass. Why don't you call me, and we'll both have
a ball. Remember, it's a toll-free number, and your first
five minutes are FREE!
1-888-768-3600
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