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White Trash Ch. 01

By: jomar



Chapter 1: Peggy's Turn

I originally submitted this under a different name but it was lonely and asked to be with the rest of my material. Voting indicated it was fairly well received, though people either loved or hated it. So reader be forewarned: this is a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker!

Yeah, I fucked her. The cunt living in the double-wide next door, the one with the deck facing mine. Fuck I care she was married. I fucked her skank friend too. They both wanted it. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. 

I got sent home from the plant early Thursday because that bastard foreman has it in for me. Ever since his skeezy wife flirted with me at the goddamn company picnic. I mean, shit, she's a drunk and if he can't keep her sober or satisfied, well, not my fucking problem. I still laugh my ass off when I think about seeing her kiss him as soon as we got back to the table. I bet he got a whiff of her cockbreath. I'm fucked if she told him she sucked my dick though. Dickhead son of a bitch. Fucker sat me out Friday too. 

When I rolled up to my single-wide my skanky neighbor bitch was sitting on her deck drinking beer with her whore friend.

"Hey shithead, what're you doing home so early. Get your sorry ass fired again for sticking your dick where it doesn't belong?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you, Pegs? You'd love to have me around here more so you could spend some quality time with my cock."

"You wish asshole. You think you're God's gift, but you're really just a big dick," she said, looked at Tina and they both burst out laughing. 

"Yeah, yeah. Shit. She tell you, Tina? She begged me to fuck her after she'd had a few beers. She creamed all over my dick. Shit slut, you couldn't get enough." 

"Yeah, she told me all about it. Said you had a nice dick for such an asshole." 

"I did not!" Peggy shrieked and laughed and slapped Tina on the arm, knocking the cigarette out of her dirty hand. 

"Well, how about it? You want some, Tina?" I smiled at her and grabbed my package. "I got plenty for you both," I said cheerily.

Tina rolled her eyes and said, "Fuck you."

"You mean, fuck me, don't you? Ha! See you cunts in a while. I'm gonna get a shower and something to eat," I said over my shoulder as I walked into my mobile. I looked around at the fucking mess and figured I'd clean it up later. Maybe. Shit. It hadn't been cleaned since I kicked my whore wife out six weeks ago, the bitch. Fucking my friends behind my back. Fuck. She took the kids with her and I hadn't heard from them in over a month. Don't even know how to get in touch with them. Shit, the way she was fucking around I got to wonder if they're even mine. Fucking cunt.

I heated some baked beans and ate them out of the can. Smoked a small bowl. Drank a couple of beers. I felt a little better. I took a shower to get the stink of work off me. Except it never completely comes off. Shit. I thought about applying to be a guard at the minimum security prison camp down the road. I figured that even if I was a dumb ass prison guard at least I wouldn't smell like blood and guts and shit all the time. Fucking hog house. 

I grabbed a six-pack of Schlitz and a bottle of Jack and headed over to see how long it would take before I got my knob polished. I knew those skanks weren't shy, they just needed the right motivation. 

"Hey sluts, I see you're still waiting for my big dick."

"That's right shithead, and I just won the fucking lottery," Peggy bitched out sarcastically, and she and Tina doubled over in laughter. I spotted about 12 or 14 empties scattered around and figured they were about half fucked. 

I plopped down in a tattered and wobbly aluminum folding chair, gave Tina x-ray eyes up and down then gave Peggy her turn and said, "Damn Peggy, that halter top makes your tits look so fucking ripe and juicy I just want to pluck 'em and take a bite."

"You can bite my ass, fuckface," she said and howled with more drunken laughter.

"Ha! That's my girl. And look at you Tina. Mmm mm mmm. I love the way those shorts ride up your pussy crack. Makes me want to lick you dry, girl."

"Jesus! How can a hot looking guy like you be such an asshole."

"Yeah, yeah, like I haven't heard that before. Here Tina, have some love," I said, took a swig and handed her the bottle of Jack. She looked me in the eye as if to say "fuck you too" as she pulled hard on it. 

"Hey Pegs, where's that dipshit husband of yours? He go on another business trip with his boyfriend?" I teased.

"Fuck you, asshole, you don't know shit about us," Peggy said with heat behind her words, slammed her beer down and crossed her arms, her freckled tits mashed together and threatening to spill over her skimpy halter top."

That was a dead end so I changed the subject. "So why aren't you two gashes working?" I asked as I handed Peggy the bottle. She looked at me, ran her fingers through the top of her long jet black hair, drawing it back and away from her pretty face that hinted at distant Asian ancestors, and licked the rim before taking a swig.

"Barry went out of town tonight on business so we decided to take off early and party a little," Peggy said more calmly as she handed me the bottle, her eyes tearing a little, from the scorch of the liquor on her throat was my guess. Then quietly, to nobody, "He's really good to me. He's really, really sweet."

"Yeah, so am I," I laughed and thought about how I was gonna fuck this whore's eyes out. 

"What about your sorry ass boyfriend. He still as big a shit as he was in high school?" I directed to Tina.

Staring at her beer Tina said, "He's fucking around on me again. I don't know what his problem is. He's always been more of a limp dick than anything else. For me anyway, the son of a bitch." "Asshole," she said softly to herself as she wiped something out of an eye and looked off in the distance across the trailer park.

We all took another hit of Jack, let the warmth spread a bit. I pulled out a blunt, lit it and we passed it around. 

"Hey asshole, you hear anything from that crazy slut you married?" Peggy asked, killing another beer.

"Fuck no. Don't know where that bitch is. And her fucked up family sure as hell won't tell me," I said and hit the Jack again. 

We all sat in silence for a few minutes, our thoughts clawing back from where they didn't need to be. 

Finally, with a grin, "Hey Tina, you know I seen Peg's sweet pussy up close and real personal. And I got to tell you, she's got the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen. But then, I haven't seen yours yet, have I?" I said and noticed a small one-sided smile from Peggy. 

"How about you spreading those skinny little legs and show me that cooze of yours," I smirked and handed her the bottle of Jack. 

"Is this what you want to see, you twisted fuck?" she said as she took a slug, spread her grimy legs some and scootched down in the chair so her thin, grubby white shorts pulled tight against her crotch, spreading her cunt lips. 

I got out of my chair and went over to the tiny skank. "Shit, she needs a shower," I thought but didn't say. Tina looked up at me through several strands of her shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. I leaned down, palmed the slut's cunt and massaged it while I mashed my mouth to hers. I jammed my tongue past her slightly crooked teeth and gave her a good scrubbing. My other hand pinched her little nipples. 

I gave her cunt a final squeeze, pinched her nipple one last time, pulled away and said, "You are one fine piece of tail, Tina. I'm gonna love tappin' that tiny little ass of yours."

Tina was breathing hard, her hazel eyes blazed, making her pretty face even more beautiful in the fading twilight. Her mosquito bite titties pressed as hard as they could against her dingy gauze blouse. She had the top three buttons open, the next one buttoned and the tails tied together above her flat stomach. Some fag would say she looked two years out of date. I say she looked highly fuckable. Shit, even the long dark roots of her dyed hair looked hot.

As she fumbled to light a Virginia Slims Tina said, "You're gonna have to do a whole lot better than just grope me if you want a shot at getting in my panties, you asshole."

"Slut like you don't wear panties. Slows you down. Besides, you know you got the cunt drip for me," I said and winked at her. Tina rolled her eyes and took another hit of Jack. I passed the bottle to Peggy and she took another long pull.

"But ol' Pegs over here. Pegs loves those sexy thongs, don't you skank?" I said as I leaned down and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I tasted tobacco, beer and whiskey as I gave her mouth a good probing. I pulled her halter down below her saggy tits and gave them a good squeeze and worked her huge brown nipples between my fingers until she moaned into my mouth. 

After about 20 long seconds she pushed me away and said, "Leave me alone, asshole. You can't do that shit out here."

Taking that as an invitation I threw the skinny bitch over my shoulder, kicked open her door, ignored the tired, sad living area and went straight back to her tawdry bedroom. I threw her on the bed and yanked off her shorts while she stripped off her halter top. She wore some kind of fake satin thong in a flowery pattern. Damn, I loved her killer body. 

"Jesus, what thrift shop you get that in, slut?" I said as I tore off the frayed, faded thong, pried her legs open and dove in. 

I wasn't down on Peggy's cunt long before the whore started breathing hard and making snorting noises. Then, "Yeah, lick my pussy you fuck, fucking eat my cunt," she snarled and used my ponytail to work my mouth around her pink gash. 

I pulled back from her sweaty pussy and yelled, "Hey Tina, get your tight ass back here so I can fuck it."

Tina appeared in the doorway with some beer and the Jack. 

"What are you waiting for skeeze? Get your fucking clothes off and get your ass over here."

Tina took another drag on the jack and fumbled out of her clothes. She fell down and laughed as she finished undressing. 

She finally crawled over and I told her to get on the bed next to Peggy. "Play with your cunt," I mumbled at her.

I ate Peggy's sweet pussy until she laced her hands behind my head and pulled my face into her hard and cried out. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, stood up and took off my faded black vintage 'Harley's the Best, Fuck the Rest' t-shirt. I looked Tina in the eye and dropped my jeans. Her eyes grew wider as I worked my dick stiff. 

"You like that skank? You think you can take it all the way in your tiny little body? Don't worry, you'll get your ride. Keep on playing with your stinky pussy and watch me beat off in this slut. Then I'm gonna fuck you blind," I said. 

I kneeled on the bed and Peggy threw her arms and legs up at me like the easy lay she is. With a slutty hiss she drew my thick dick into her cooze. She pulled my head down and whispered so only I could hear, "Fuck me good, will you? Please hurt me good again. You don't know. I need it so bad, baby, whatever you want," then jammed her tongue in my mouth while I pumped her. 

She was breathing hard when she finally pushed me away and grunted, "Oh god. Fuck me hard you fuck, fuck me." A couple minutes later she shouted, "I said FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME GODDAMMIT!" and punched my chest in sync with her words for emphasis. 

I grabbed her ankles, pushed them back and pinned them against the bed above her head, thought again, "Shit, that's hot," and fucked her hard. She was moaning and wailing and panting and screeching so much that I kissed her ashtray mouth again just to shut the skank up.

After awhile I flipped her over and put her on her knees. She was close to the edge of the double bed and her head was over Tina's. I stood on the floor, squirted some lube on my dick and on her hole, eased my cock just inside her ass and settled there for a bit. When I felt her start moving on me I gathered her long, silky black hair in both hands and yanked her back on my dick while I shot my hips forward. I ignored her screams and did it again and again and again. It only took a few more times before I heard a rasping, "Yes, yes, yes," each time I pulled her hair hard and drove balls deep into her steamy ass. 

I finally pushed her head down toward Tina's. "Swap spit, cunts," I panted and kept fucking her awesome ass. I loved looking down at the tribal tattoo across her lower back and the big one between her shoulder blades; the red and blue Grateful Dead skull her violent and abusive ex-husband made her get. Shit it was hot. 

"Finger fuck her," I said and stuck one of Peggy's hands on Tina's dripping cunt. 

Peggy dug into her pussy as they tongue kissed. Tina moaned and held Peggy's head with one hand while her other small hand was practically fisting Peggy's pussy.

I wanted to see them French so I stayed in Peggy's ass while I threw her on her back and pushed her head to the side and cleared away her hair. With one hand between her legs Tina rolled over and stuck her tongue in Peggy's mouth. Shit that was hot. I loved seeing Peggy's tits flopping back and forth with my thrusts. My dick got even harder in her tight ass. 

I kept fucking her ass at a steady pace, grabbed Tina's greasy hair and pulled, said, "Get up here slut, get your cunt over this bitch's mouth." 

Peggy's eyes widened but she didn't say anything as Tina swung a skinny leg over her head and sat on her face. Drunk bitch was unsteady and needed some help, though. 

"Suck her pussy, cunt," I said and looked at Tina's small, boyish rear. I wet a finger in her mouth and snaked it up her ass. Her hands were propped against the wall and she was moaning and groaning and grinding on Peggy's face while Peggy made soft muffled sounds. 

I kept fucking Peggy's sweet ass. I pulled Tina back against me so I could feel her flat chest and pinch her tiny nipples and look over her shoulder at Peggy licking her hairless cunt. Peggy looked up at me and Tina, worked her tongue over Tina's clit and French kissed her pussy. Shit that was hot. I thought about making them sixty-nine, but figured I'd save something for later. 

Peggy was blubbering when she came on my cock and her ass clamped down on me over and over. At the edge of my come I knocked Tina off and plugged Peggy's squeal with my dick. It was a tight fit but she managed to keep her teeth off of me while I fucked her face a few strokes. I pulled back leaving just my head in her mouth. Peggy jacked my dick a couple of times and with a shout I'm sure the neighbors heard I cut loose with a huge load of cum. Some of it ran down the side of her chin so I pulled Tina over by her hair to lap it up like the thirsty cunt she is. Like all good sluts she led with her tongue. 

"Goddamn girl! You are one fine fuck." Peggy was limp on the bed. She wore a smug smile. 

"What about me? You said you'd fuck me. I wanna get fucked," the petite slut slurred out a whine. 

"Oh I got plenty left, slag. You're spending the night with me and I'm gonna tear your ass up!"

She gave me a drunken, lopsided smile. I helped the greasy haired cunt up and the skinny bitch grabbed the bottle of Jack as she stumbled out the door. I figured she was gonna flop on her back with her legs spread and wait for me. I just hoped she made it to my trailer. Shit, I was gonna have to get her in the shower before I fucked her, though. Phew.

I stuck my tongue in Peggy's mouth and she gave me a lazy slurp. I gave her sloppy cunt a gentle squeeze, smiled and said tenderly, "I'll be back for more of your fine pussy, slut," and left to teach Tina how to fuck. As I walked out I heard Peggy say softly, "Anytime, asshole. Anytime." 

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White Trash Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Tina's Turn

Get comfortable because we're diving right in here. This can stand on its own as a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker. If you haven't gotten off by the end finish up with Chapter 1, where I may have accidently provided the barest hint of plot and character development.

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I found the skeezy slut sitting on my deck steps rubbing her cunt and hitting the bottle of Jack. "Shit, that girl can hold some liquor," I thought, amazed at how much the tiny whore could put down and party on. I just hoped she wouldn't pass out or have to go to the hospital for alcohol poisoning before I fucked her.

I grabbed her just below the barbed wire looking tattoo on her upper arm and said, "Let's go, skank. I'm gonna tear your ass up!"

"Yeah, fuck me good, asshole. Make me feel it. Fuck me real hard," she slurred as she stumbled after me.

"Oh, I will cunt, but we're making a detour first. You stink like shit and I ain't putting my dick in you until you've had some soap on you."

"Fuck you, asshole. My pussy's clean," Tina barked and tried to twist away.

"Maybe so after the way Pegs gobbled you up, but the rest of you smells worse than a homeless alcoholic."

I tossed her in the shower and turned on the water. Tina squealed and thrashed around until the water warmed up. I stepped in with her and started washing her greasy shoulder length blonde hair. Looked like it about time to dye it again to me, what with all those dark roots. It was sort of slutty hot though. Tina started playing with my dick, but I slapped her hands away and told her to stand still. I told her she'd get plenty of dick, just be patient. 

I scrubbed her real clean. I dried her off and blew dry her hair for good measure. I'd wondered what she looked like cleaned up because whenever I saw her over at Pegs she was a filthy skank. I brushed her teeth too; just seemed like the right thing to do.

In my bedroom, I looked Tina over. The slut was warm and pink and dry. "Damn," I thought looking her over, "She's smoking hot." Tina's little no-see-um tits on her tiny little body were actually pint-sized perfect. My dick started to swell. 

"See that, Tina? Just looking at you is getting my dick hard. What do you think about that, you hot little gash?"

She didn't say a word. She just looked me in the eyes and smiled as she sank to her knees. She grabbed my thick dick and licked the underside like a popsicle before wedging it in her mouth. She had to stretch wide to get my fat hog in there, but she made it. I figured the skank must have a trick jaw because I couldn't believe how much of my dick she jammed in her tiny little mouth and throat. Jeez she was good. I couldn't remember the last time I had such pure cocksucking talent down on my bone.

The cunt was slobbering and moaning and putting on such a good show I almost decided to drop a load in her gullet, but instead I grabbed her hair and yanked her off my dick. 

"Come here, whore. It's your turn now. You're gonna get what Peggy goes all drippy for."

Her boozy eyes were gleaming as she flopped back on the bed with her arms and legs up, desperate for dick. I crawled between those skinny thighs. Damn, I towered over her, seemed even larger in comparison now that she was flat on her back, where I figured she spent a lot of her time. 

I decided to give her a real thrill and bore down on that snapper with my magic tongue. I threw the alphabet on that honey cunny then wormed a finger up her ass. I thought the little slag was having a seizure with all the moaning and groaning and wailing and thrashing she was doing. I held on tight and tongued a few lines of some Outlaws songs then moved on to Skynard. The little bitch screamed, went stiff then limp as I tongued fucked her to the guitar solo on Free Bird. Oh yeah.

Tina let go of my head and her nipples and I rose up between her legs and she spread them wide, her natural position. The cunt's eyes widened as my dick approached her hairless pussy. I grabbed my dick and started slapping her cooze. I slapped my heavy dick right on her clit. She must have been feeling it because she was breathing faster and playing with her nipples again. 

I felt her cunt and it was soaked. She actually had a sweet smell and tasted like liquid gold. I scooped up some more pussy juice and fed it to her. She sucked my fingers like she sucked my dick, with gusto.

"You think you can take this, Tina?" I said as my dick started playing up and down that slippery hole. "Ever had a dick this big inside your tiny little body?"

"Maybe. I don't remember. I don't think so," she gasped then moaned as I slowly put two thick inches in her. 

I fucked her with a little less than a fourth of my dick, letting her get used to the girth. I planned on fucking her hard as shit, but didn't want to hurt the skeezy bitch. Hell, I had a soft spot for her.

Her muscles were taught and she was breathing through her nose. Shit, I only had two inches in her. This was gonna fucking be fun.

"Just think what it'll feel like when you get the rest of this shoved up your cunt. Then, after I drag it through your little pussy, I'm gonna bust your ass wide open. I'm gonna love that. I sure hope you do."

Tina was dripping. She made small grunting sounds as I gave her a two inch fuck. There was a change in her movements. Her legs pulled on me, which I took as a sign she was ready for more. 

"Here goes, slut. Brace yourself," I said, mostly for effect. I pulled all the way out to give her a baseline, then slowly pressed my dick in as far as it would go, and damn if the little cunt didn't take it all.

"Oh god, I'm so full," she moaned. "I've never felt so stuffed. Oh god, it feels so good."

"Okay baby, showtime," I said and started rocking slowly in and out of her all the way. She made "ohhh" sounds as I pulled out and "ooof" sounds as I slid balls deep. Her pussy was tight, man, gripped my dick like a vice. I couldn't remember fucking a better pussy, and Peg's cunt was world class. 

I put her ankles up by her ears and started to throw down. It was awesome pounding against that tiny body, her tits too small to even jiggle much. God, she felt so fucking good. 

I threw her ankles on my shoulder and leaned down over her. I put my arms around her, scrunched her up and rocked into her. I wanted to give her the fuck of her life. I wanted her think of me whenever and whoever she fucked. 

"Yes. Fuck me. Use me. Harder," she huffed when she could. Suddenly she let out a huge moan and groan and shook all over. She no sooner had stopped when she did it all again. "Don't stop," she finally rasped. 

I told the roundheeled skank not to worry and pulled her head back and stuck my tongue in that fresh little mouth. Tina's tongue danced with mine and it felt so right. I wanted to make it good for her. Shit, she was sort of special, I guess. 

I spun the petite whore over and commenced to fuck her doggy style. The skank was going "oh, oh, oh" with each thrust. Bitch was loving it. She was pushing back at me, so I grabbed her narrow hips and hit it harder. 

"Yes. Do it. Harder," she cried. I was impressed. Tina could take a pounding and beg for more. I made a mental note to wear this pussy out as often as I could. 

Her tight little cunt clamped down on me and she was howling and I couldn't believe she was creaming on my dick again. That little vise felt like heaven sliding around my thick dick. 

I put my hands on her back and pushed her down. Face on the bed, that sexy little body curving ass up to meet my dick as I fucked her hard. A few more strokes and I shouted out my come and kept on fucking. 

The skank groaned as she felt my spunk splash deep in her cunny. I surprised her by fucking through my come. Nice talent to have with pussy this ripe. 

I slowed down to a moderate pace and grabbed some lube off the bedside table. I figured it was about time Tina got some ass treatment. I squirted some on her heiney hole and worked it in with my thumb. 

Tina gave some lazy little coos and reached between her legs to massage my balls when they got within reach. I took my time, slowly opening her hole. When I got a few meaty fingers in I figured it was now or never and put a generous squirt of lube in her ass. 

I pulled out of her steamy cunt and lay on my back next to her. Tina snuggled in tight and kissed me and fireworks went off in my brain. I figured the weed was fucking with my neurotransmitters again. 

I pulled Tina onto me, and she felt so small and delicate I almost had a feeling. I said gently, "Okay, slut, you're gonna go cowgirl on me first. I don't want to tear your asshole. I just want to fuck it hard."

"Mmm. That's so kind of you, fuckhead. I'm gonna get you in my ass. Then I'm gonna get used to it. Then I want you to fuck me as hard as you fucked my tight little cunt. You ever had a pussy this tight? I'm special that way. You have a thick dick and I have a tight little pussy. And an even tighter ass."

My dick went diamond and I thought, "Goddamn, this little slag is a firecracker!"

Tina rose off me, put some lube on my dick, which looked massive in her tiny hand. She straddled me, looked me in the eyes and smiled, grabbed the Jack from the night stand and took a hit. She grabbed my hair and pulled. My face came up and she poured some Jack in my mouth, said with a loopy smile, "You're gonna need that. I don't want you to come in my tight ass before I'm ready for you to come in my tight ass."

I couldn't believe this bitch. She was fucking nuclear! With pussy like this I couldn't understand why her boyfriend was fucking around on her. 

Tina got in position and settled down with my dick at her asshole. I could feel the heat. She closed her eyes and slowly rocked. I stayed still, watching her hair flow with her movements. I watched how sensuous she was, how much pleasure she took in fucking, how uninhibited she was with her body. I couldn't remember ever having been with such an erotic woman. I marveled at the skank and almost wanted to cuddle, but I had some serious ass fucking to do first.

She slowly rocked deeper and deeper, hisses coming from her lips. I could only imagine what she was feeling. Immense pressure at her tiny ass. A thick pressure slowly spreading her ass rings. Shit, I thought I was at a Lamaze class the way she was sucking in air and whuffing it out. 

Slowly, slowly, and finally, with a loud groan she sank halfway down my dick. She was breathing hard, her eyes were closed and her face scrunched up. 

"Oh fuck! You're huge. Gimme a minute," Tina slurred and kept breathing like my cunt wife did when she had that kid. I suspected the brat wasn't mine now that I considered it. Shit started clicking into place, but I'd have to think about it later because Tina was almost ready to rock. 

Tiny movements up and down. The whore was getting used to my fat dick. She was moving slowly all the way down and all the way back up. I watched the skeeze's face as it relaxed and a small grin emerged. I thought, "Fucking A. Do your thing."

The tiny skank started to get into it and was riding my dick like a jockey on the home stretch. Her hair was flying and she was grunting her joy and I let the sexy little skag have her fun. 

I finally pegged her to me and flipped us over. It was time to drive her home. She pulled her legs up high and wide to give me room to work and I threw myself at her with a variety of pitches. Jackhammer fastball straight down the middle, a fast down-stroke and a slow side pull, back and forth and in and out. I popped that ass, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. As much as I loved looking at the ecstasy on the little whore's face, I loved the feeling of my dick in that steamy ass even more. Hell, it was even tighter than Peg's smoking hot ass. Tina was grunting and moaning and screeching at me to fuck her harder because she was about to come. 

It was getting late so I decided to grant her wish. I picked up the pace and she was almost hysterical with the pleasure. She squeezed her barely there tits and rubbed her snatch. I drilled down into that ass over and over and faster and faster, and maybe we're soulmates because we both yelled and spasmed at the same time. My come blazed into her hot ass, and she groaned and put her arms and legs around me as I collapsed on her tiny body. I rolled to her side, cradled her in my arms and almost had a tender feeling for the slut.

"That was good, girl, real good," I said softly. "I'm surprised you can take it like you can."

"Yeah, that was good. I love it hard. I may be petite, but I'm tough. By the way, you sure know how to use that thing." 

"You're staying her tonight, right? You're in no shape to drive anywhere."

"Yeah," she said lazily, "if it's all right with you."

"Absolutely. 'Night, girl," I said and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"'Night, asshole," she said kindly with a small smile on her face. 

I was a little surprised to find I did kind of like Tina. Something about her connected with me. I wondered if I'd do anything about it as I drifted off to sleep with her snuggled up against me. I guess I'd have to see what daylight would bring. 

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White Trash Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Tina's Wake-Up Call

Sorry it's been so long since I last visited the trailer park. If you've read the first couple of chapters you know what to expect. If not, who cares? Save them for later if you want. Fair warning though, while there may be an RCH more to this one than the first two, it's still a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker at heart. So if you glean the barest hint of plot and character development, please don't hold it against me, just skip those parts and get to the good stuff.

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Shit, the sun was bright! It hurt my fucking eyes! I rolled over and almost crushed teensy Tina. She was flat on her back, her pint-sized titties poking up at the ceiling. A bit of spittle trickled down the side of her mouth and if she didn't look cuter than a nodded out crack whore, I don't know fuck all. 

Actually, Tina was a hot little doll-baby sized piece of ass and I felt my fat cock twitch at the thought of that snug snatch, much less the sight of it. Sure as shit she had that power over me; got my hog hard in seconds flat. 

I thought about throwing her a wake-up fuck, but my head was pounding harder than Metallica's drummer on meth. We'd put away a lot of weed and alcohol the night before and I was way hung-over. Hell, the little skank frickin' out partied me so I could only imagine what kind of beast she'd be when she came around. 

Shit-damn, no getting around it, my pecker had hardened up like a titanium driver; one of them Heat Seekers, or whatever the hell the new Calloway or Ping of the moment name was these days. Normally when I wake up with long ball wood I take care of it old school, but since I had such a sweet little gash laying next to me I figured I'd spank the monkey coed style. Hell, the way I saw it pounding out a cum would be just as good as taking a handful of ibuprofen, and feel a whole lot better to boot. 

I scooted over, raised up on my elbow and leaned over the sleeping slag. My head swam and I felt all woozy boozy and fuck if I wasn't still half drunk. Must have had more than I thought last night. Wouldn't be the first time, though. Or the last. Not by a fuckin' long shot.

I wiped the drool from her mouth and cheek with her dingy blouse and damn if she didn't look cute as button. Beautiful even. A warm, fuzzy feeling washed over me that I figured must have been related to the sun beating on my back or the hangover pounding at my brainpan. 

Through the hundred proof fog of last night's memory I recalled how she had taken my hammer in all her juicy holes and if my favorite tool could have gotten any harder it surely would have. As it was, I'd just turned the cannon loose hardcore on the slut. 

A touch on her skinny thigh and her legs flopped opened like I'd used the golden key, but I knew it was just her Pavlov pussy doing its thang and it fucking warmed my cold heart. I felt that hairless little cunny and goddamn if she wasn't slicked up and ready to ride. Must be dreaming of me, I figured. 

I kneeled between those sweet meat thighs, hooked her knees under my arms, skootched her up close to my kit and kaboodle and was halfway home before her eyes flew open and she grunted "good morning." 

"Oh,fuck! What are you doing? My head's fucking killing me!" 

"Relax, sweet puss, I'm gonna fuck that headache gone," I said and bottomed out.

"Are you out of your asshole mind?" she screeched. I let my wiener do the talking and just dragged boss hog back out and augured back down a few quick times and was met with a respectable, "Uh, uh, uh," from the slut. When I picked up the pace some she gave me some nice bass tones so I thought I'd see if I could get the rest of the band to join in.

I slowed down a mite and leaned into her, set the pelvic metronome to a few seconds in and a few seconds out, giving her a nice, slow, steady Eddie rhythm. Deep dish style.

The tiny whore was coming around fast and I could see a "good morning to you smile" on that rocking little face. Her hands came up and grabbed my head. She yanked me down for a steamy tongue fuck and hot damn if our morning breath didn't mingle and purify and somehow she tasted just right.

"Remember last night, slut? Remember how you latched on to my fat dick and didn't let go?"

"Mmmm. I remember, asshole. You not being able to get enough of my sweet pussy. Shit, you couldn't get enough of all my tight little holes could you?" she purred. 

"Ooh, that's it," the flaxen haired whore with those tantalizing deep dark roots mumbled as my python hardened to blue steel straight at her words. Damn, I've always been a sucker for pillow talk.

"No denying that, tiny Tina," I admitted and picked up some speed. Shit. I needed to piss like a Kentucky Derby thoroughbred and just wanted to clear the deck. But being the considerate guy I am I figured she may should get something out of it as well, so I picked up the pace and got down to biz-nass. 

Shifting gears, I moved into the passing lane. I bore down and began drilling for real. Damn if her honey hole wasn't mighty tighty around my fat cat. I pistoned in and out and the mini-skank's eyes glazed over. She was grunting and moaning and harmonizing to beat the meat. 

"Yeah, fuck me," she said in that smoky, whiskey and cigarette voice and I appreciated the social skills, but to be honest, I was going to anyway. And for some reason I wanted to make it good for her. Damn my kind nature.

So I went balls deep and stayed planted. I ground around a bit just to give her some mound mash from different angles. When I had the trashy little slut breathing hard I let the clock run out on the first half and let the second half begin. 

I pushed the little slut's legs down and pinned them to the bed. Shitfire and save the matches! My cock must have liked the sight because it went up two more notches on the diamond-dick peter-meter. 

Her tiny little body was pinned to the bed and my big ol' wang dang doodle was splitting that slick pink. I was pounding in and out and she was rocking back and forth and I think I might have seen those goosebump titties bounce around a bit, but I couldn't be sure because my own release was zooming in like a paparazzi sniffing up Paris's poon and I was trying to hold out for her. I mean, shit, she was my guest.

I heard her moaning and groaning and babbling and making "fuck me" noises in all kinds of pitches. So I decided it was time to double down and bring on the two minute drill because I was in the red zone and was gonna score. 

I threw those luscious little limbs on my shoulder, wrapped my arms around her and scrunched her up in a tight little ball. I put the pedal to the metal and bore down with my thick nine redlined and running hot. Zoom, zoom, mothertrucker.

She was smothered under me and chomping at the bit and her teeth would've found my nipples if they could've gotten by her knees. My chin was above her head and I was doing the pelvic thrust like I'd never get any more pussy ever. Her hot cunt was so wet around my big rig that I wasn't getting the usual traction so I shifted gears again and picked up a few more miles per pussy to compensate. 

In no time a'tall tiny Tina began to wail a song for the ages and I thought she just might shatter all the glass in the trailer with her high pitched warbling. When she went lights out I popped and Motherfuck! if it didn't feel just like I was in love. As if I remembered what the fuck that felt like. 

But whew and got-damn! I rolled off the sweaty little tart and flopped on my back. She straightened out and a couple of minutes later when her breathing slowed I heard her say, "Damn. My headache's gone." 

Tina chuckled and snuggled up to me and for a second I was scared I might ask her to marry me. But I checked that thought because I wasn't divorced from bitch Bev yet. My little brain was conflicted though because it wobbled, went dormant, then wobbled again at the thought of that demon woman. Shit, fuck and goddamn. 

I tightened my arm around the tiny skeeze and had a weak moment which I still don't regret. "How you doing this morning, doll baby?" I said with uncharacteristic tenderness. "You tied it on pretty large last night."

She threw her leg over mine and I felt her give me a quick, wet squirm. It wasn't her fault; she just couldn't help grinding a bit when she got something between her legs. "Okay. Better now, thanks to your magic dick," she said and tried to wrap her small hand around my moby. 

I laughed. She slapped my chest and said, "Get me some coffee, shithead. I gotta pee." Tina jumped up and I admired that tight little body as she skipped out of the room. 

I stood up and padded a few yards to the kitchen area and because my bladder was screaming bloody murder and she was using the head, I aimed at the sink and drained the lizard in what can only be described as one of life's underrated pleasures. Shit, I even rinsed it out some 'cause I had company over. 

I poured a handful of aspirin into my hand, checked a few beer cans, found one half full and chased down the pills. I heard the shower turn on and yelled, "Clean towel on the shelf!" Good for her for taking the initiative and hell, there might even be a towel there.

I made some coffee and, since it took forfuckingever to brew, thought about my life. A fucking master's degree in English and I'm living in a single wide trailer and working at a hog house. Correction, probably won't be working at a hog house much longer. Fucker of a boss sent me home early yesterday and put me out today. So I got today then the weekend off, if I even go back on Monday. 

I smiled at the memory of my boss's wife on her knees with my Johnson down her throat at the company picnic. Serves the fucker right, I figured. She had talent though, got me off in record time. I wouldn't mind tapping that poon for real, and I definitely would if that shithead fires me. 

I was about to muse some more when I realized the coffee was ready and saw that sweet little twat coming out of the bathroom. Scrubbed fresh, with a towel around her body and drying her hair, she looked like an angel. A dirty angel to be sure, but aren't those the best kind? Damn right they are. I'd tell you about my threesome with those two nuns, pink, not blue, if I had time, but Tina dropped the towel and fucking caught my eye.

"So you got that java for me?" she said and wiggled her assets at me.

I smiled and said, "Just the way you like it, slut. Hot and sweet." I handed her a cup.

"Hot at least, for sure, dickhead."

"Hey, all kidding aside, I'm having fun. You're alright."

"Yeah, cowboy, me too. You're not so bad yourself underneath all the bullshit."

"Aw shit, you're gonna make me blush," I jabbed. 

"I'm gonna make you do more than that," she said and approached me. Tina put down her coffee and kneeled in front of me. I was glad I hadn't put on any pants because she clamped a tiny hand on my hardware, looked me in the eye and just before she gobbled my goober said, "You're right, you fucker. I can't believe I got a major cunt drip for your sorry ass." 

She finished sweet talking me and then the angels sang and her tonsils tickled my hambone in the most delightful way. I watched the little tramp's head bob up and down and because she was having trouble getting it all in I just had to help her 'cause that's the kind of guy I am, helpful as all get out. 

I pushed down on the back of her head and she made pretty little wet noises. Up and down she went and before you could say "suck it, bitch" her nose was in my pubes and boss hog was full down her gullet. Hot damn, it felt like Christmas! 

Lord help me because I grabbed a fist full of her hair and choked the chicken with her mouth. I looked down at that tight little bod and got even harder at the sight. Fuck yeah! Tina was gagging and slobbering and making all kinds of "love me, baby" sounds.

I yanked her head up and slammed it back down and her wet hair was whipping around like she was the weather girl in a storm warning news broadcast. Fuck yeah. Hurricane Tina just made land and was blowing my dick right down. And shit if it didn't feel fine as wine as her mouth and tongue flew over my pork pipe with the greatest of ease. 

On and on it went and with a "mmnph" "mmnph" here and an "ackkh" "ackkh" there Old MacThickdick shot a wad. E-i-e-i-oh-my-God! 

I let go of her hair and Tina fell back on her ass. She wiped her mouth off with the towel, laughed and said, "Whoa! That was kind of fun. I'd do you again, buster, but I got to go. I've got some shit I have to do today." 

"For sure later then, huh, Tina? I haven't got my fill of your fine pussy yet. And that ass needs some more loosening up."

She smiled, pulled on her clothes and said, "You keep sweet talking me like that and I might just fuck you dry right now."

I slouched down and spread my legs. "Anytime little cunny, anytime."

Tina barked out a laugh, said, "Later. Definitely!" 

"Say 'hey' to your boyfriend for me."

She laughed and said, "Shit, don't remind me. He's a bigger asshole than you are if you can believe that," and skipped out the door. 

I sat there, drank my coffee, smiled about the little slut and then my thoughts turned south again. Shit. I should keep busy. I thought about the novel I had written and submitted. Got some good and promising feedback. All I had to do was tighten it here, expand it there, give it a good edit and the publishing house would probably take it. As I drained the rest of my coffee I was wondering why the hell I hadn't finished the book. 

I poured another cup and I thought about how the fuck I'd gotten off track. Oh yeah. Beverly. That's what happened. Bev the she-fucking-devil. How could I have been so goddamn stupid. Let's see. Oh yeah. My dick, which, despite myself, moved toward maple at the thought of her. Jesus, she was hot. Long auburn hair, husky voice, tight athletic bod. Flexible as all hell, which she took full advantage of. 

Shit. Pussy like that don't come around that often and I had thought I was in love. Fact is, she just played me pure. Not to mention it turned out she was fucking crazier'n shit. She dragged me along and I did shit with her and to her I never even imagined people did. 

Fuck. I needed to find a way to see if the kids were mine. Then, one way or the other, I'd figure out a way to light her ass up and put that chapter behind me. 

I sat there thinking and sipping coffee and thought, "Yep. There it is. Bev. Bev is what had happened to my book. Bev was why I was living in a fucking trailer park fucking skanks and working at a hog farm." 

Though I had to admit, Tina and Pegs were some of the finest pussy I'd ever had the pleasure of, which sure as shit put Bev kootch into perspective. Fact of it was, I let myself get derailed after meeting the she devil four years ago.

Well, things were gonna change. I got up and headed to the shower. I turned on the water, let it get hot, stepped in and began to wash off the past. 

Hell yeah some things were gonna change. I was starting to feel it and began to feel it good. The energy of a new day. Turning a new leaf. Committing myself to getting my life back on track and never looking back. World, here I fucking come!

Yep, I was feeling strong as I got out of the shower and toweled off. Even got a swell thinking about how I was gonna do Tina up right next time. I stepped out of the bathroom, turned toward the kitchen to get a coke and froze.

Goddamnit. Guests of the biker kind. Stinky Pete and P-Tat were sitting in my so-called living room. Stinky Pete gave me a smile with his creepy white teeth and said, "Dude, where's your pussy mags? I know you got some."

"I don't need them like you 'cause of all the real pussy I get," I said, which was maybe the wrong thing because he shot out of the chair and drove a ham-hock sized fist into my stomach. 

While I was doubled over gasping for breath he said, "Don't be rude to your guests, fuckwad. We gotta talk."

"Ahh, shit," I thought. "Here we go."

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White Trash Ch. 04



White Trash Ch. 4 – Payback's A Bitch



Once again, I apologize if a half-assed story breaks out here. Just read the juicy bits if you want. I won't mind. Another fair warning though: While still a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker at heart, if you're at all squeamish about harder BDSM, skip down to where Pegs joins the fun. Enjoy.

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Stinky Pete stood in front of me while I caught my breath. Fuck, he smelled like Mount Trashmore, a city dump I was once familiar with - don't ask. He smelled worse than the fucking hog house I worked at. Guy never bathed or washed his clothes. Way he was headed, I figured it wouldn't be much longer before his homeboys'd be calling him Maggot. He had a thing for his teeth though. Perfectly straight, whitened and brushed to a gleaming pearliness. Freaky as all hell. 

Then there was P-Tat, sitting on my couch snapping a Zippo lighter open and closed and trying to give me a look. Like I gave a shit if he torched this dump. I mean, Dude, please, look at the place. 

P-Tat's moniker came from all the dumbass looking tattoos he kept getting while in prison. He was an idiot, really. Borderline retarded. But he was sort of crazy too, which in his case made him violent and unpredictable and, therefore, a stupid scary fucker. Brrr.

So okay, maybe Maggot, he was Maggot to me now even if I wouldn't call him that to his face yet, wouldn't have punched me if I hadn't insulted him. But the pain train was gonna leave the station anyway. Fuckers weren't here to snuggle and make nice, they were here on business and they lacked a certain diplomacy and subtlety.

"There's more whupass where that came from you fucker. You owe the bank some money." The Stinky Maggot asswipe cuffed the back of my head for emphasis. 

"Terms are I got to end of the quarter. That's three and a half weeks. So what the fuck are you even doing here?"

Call it a courtesy call," P-Tat sneered. "We're making the rounds. You don't got the money on due day, you ain't gonna like it." 

Whupass? Due day? These bozos had been watching way too much TV or something. "I'll have it. Shit. What the fuck's wrong with you two?" Must have been the wrong thing to say again because Stinky Maggot gave me another love tap that doubled me over. 

"You better have it when we come back! And don't even think abut skipping out because you're into us for enough to make it worth it to track you down and hurt you," he growled at me and they headed out the door. 

"Yeah, yeah. I said I'll have it, already." Shit. Maybe I'd better put some thought to it because I sure as hell didn't know how I was going to come up with that much cash on short notice. I figured push come to shove I'd just catch a bus to somewhere, but, maybe not if they were really motivated. 

Being the good son I am I'd borrowed money from the Sun Devils biker gang so my mother could get an operation and be cared for while she recuperated. Maybe Medicaid, Medicare or Medi-whatever would eventually reimburse, but shit, who knows. 

So now I owed a biker gang with a pussy name a fuckload of money. If I was gonna leave I'd better stay hid real good. Damn, maybe I could talk Tina into Canada or Mexico or somewhere.

Jesus! I could still smell that Stinky fucker. He left a goddamn trail of fucking tears behind him. I opened the windows and door to air the place out and saw Peggy getting into her trashed up El Camino. That cheered me up. 

"Hi ya, slut," I called out and grabbed my bait and tackle when she looked out the window at me. 

She laughed and said, "Yeah, baby! Do I make you horny?" 

"A-fuckin'-men, ya skank. Every time I see your goddamn ass."

"You better be! My ass is still sore from the pounding you gave me last night."

"Only in the bestest way though, right?"

"It hurts so good, cocksucker!" She smiled a killer smile and spun gravel. I watched her go and felt some movement in the south forty as I recalled how that fine ass gripped my schlub vise-like tight. Shit, just thinking of the way she and Tina took to each other made my bone flat unbend. 

I went and took another shower, muy caliente, because I didn't know what kind of shit that Maggot fuck was carrying on his infested and diseased self. He might have Ebola, MRSA and other scary shit for all I knew and I didn't want to take a chance. Damn. Now that I thought about it, maybe I should just move, or at least throw away the chair he was sitting in. 

I scrubbed down and thought about my shitty life some more. Yeah. Definitely time for a sea change. For real. I started feeling better again thinking about a new direction and my shit-for-brain half registered a car pull up somewhere along the way. 

I got out of the shower, dried off and stepped out of the bathroom to face another visitor sitting in a tattered, beat down chair. "What the fuck's going on today? Was I suddenly living in Grand fucking Central Station or something?" I thought. 

"Well, well, well. As much as I've thought of that big bad bone of yours, I didn't think I'd get to see it again so soon."

It was Beverly. Bever-the she devil-ly. The fucking anti-Christ-cum-woman who got me all twisted around and when I came out of the fog, lo and behold I was married to her and then she was gone. 

But she was a sizzling hot fucking piece of sweet meat and by God and by Cuntry that sure hadn't changed. Toned, athletic body. America's top model looking face. Hot ass. Smoking tits. 

All that world class beauty wasted by one fatal flaw: She was one crazy bitch. I mean mean crazy. On the one hand, the sex was great because "the nuttier the sluttier" and all, but she'd been plenty slutty with a lot of my so-called best friends, so fuck her. 

Hard to blame them when it came right down to it though, really, because when pussy this fine is in your face can't nary a man pass it by. 

So as soon as I heard that voice my dick perked up like a dog sniffing out a molecule of food fallen on the floor. Damn, I wish I could help it, but when the fox is loose the hound goes a-huntin'. 

"Fuck you doing here?" I figured an open arm welcome was the right approach, so I'd just have to take the high road. I'm big that way.

"Good to see you too, baby. You been wondering where I've been?"

"Crossed my mind, yeah. You and my money." 

"You're not still sore about that, are you, sugar? It really wasn't that much to begin with."

"Fuck you talking about! Twenty-five thousand dollars is a shitload of money."

"Well, a real shitload of money would have lasted a lot longer, I'll tell you that much." 

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Fuck. Why'd I even bother. At least mini-me was thinking right for a change and had gone from a spunky monkey to a limp chimp. At ease soldier! 

"Where are the kids?" I asked.

"At mom's." Jesus. The thought of that woman raising children turned my stomach. But I wasn't a fucking social worker and if those kids weren't mine then, well, good luck and see you later. Oprah, I'm not.

"So why are you here?

"You probably won't believe it, but I've actually missed you. I didn't think I would, but...here I am."

"Just like that, huh? You lied to me about everything, you fucked my friends and who knows who else, you stole my money and you expect me to take you back just because you show up?"

"I don't expect you to warm up to me right away," she said and stood up. "I know I have a lot to apologize for." She closed the distance between us. "To make up for." Inches away from me and I could feel her sweet breath. "But I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me. In time." She lightly gripped my dick and I gulped. 

"I've missed this too," she said. She looked me in the eyes and stroked my dick. The memory was strong and the boss went rogue and boinged right up like a Midwest missile clearing the silo. 

"I've missed how you do me," she said and stroked me top to bottom. A light touch, like velvet, or silk, gently moving back and forth along the length of my ironwood. Shit. Five minutes with her and my dick goes crowbar. Fucking traitor. 

"I brought some toys." She nodded at a bag on the floor. "Please, baby? Nobody does me like you do. You still remember how I like it, don't you?"

Hell yeah, I remembered. How could I forget? She was one nasty fuck. I hadn't even begun to approach her twisted limits. Well, I was over the love bug, but I sensed opportunity here so I figured what the fuck, she wants it she's got it. My bone, that is. The old titanium pipe she'd latched on to. 

"Yeah, I remember. That's what you want? You think that will make it all better between us?"

She smiled and started to disrobe. "Of course not. But it's a fun start." 

When she was naked as the headliner at Coozy's she dropped to her knees. She reached up for a little bit of hog heaven but I slapped her hand away. 

"Only on my word. And no talking unless I tell you." 

She nodded and put her hands behind her back like a good little subbie slut. 

I left her on the floor and shut the door and windows. I opened the toy bag and looked inside. Yep, all the good stuff and some of the great stuff. I pulled a few items out, threw them on the floor in front of her and said, "Put them on." 

Bev came up to one knee and put a black leather cuff around an ankle. She shifted position and put the other one on. Then she put the suspension wrist cuffs on. Oh yeah, she was gonna hang tough and, well, maybe it's just because I'm just so fucking tenderhearted, I wanted her to be comfortable. 

When she was buckled up for safety I told her to stand and I looked her up and down. Naked, cuffs on her wrists and ankles; hot damn I love a woman in uniform! 

I attached a spreader bar to the wrist cuffs, raised her arms and attached each end of the bar to eyebolts on the ceiling with short lengths of chain. Damn straight. This wasn't the first time, but might turn out to be the hardest time. Good thing for me it was her turn because it might get harsh. 

I walked around the woman. God, she was gorgeous. Her auburn hair was a lot shorter now, not quite to her shoulders, but looking great. Tanned, toned and an ass to die for. 

And a bare twat. Fuck! Is it a national requirement now or something? Everybody's waxing their hooha these days. Whatever. I have to admit I like it though, because I never was fond of flossing while dining at the Y, if you know what I mean. 

Yep. She was still A+ fine. And if she hadn't had some kind of personality disorder or some shit that wasn't even on the DSM horizon yet, then maybe we'd still have a chance at happily ever after. Fuck that shit now though. 

I blindfolded her. Custom leather job. Pricey, but worth the money if you really want to have some dark fun. Invest in the best I always say. When she was as blind as my old little league umpire I went out to her car, stopping only to yank on some cotton sports shorts. 

Peggy pulled in and stepped out of her heap mobile. "Who's that?" she loud whispered, nodding at Bev's car. 

"One bizarro guess," I loud whispered back.

"No!" She had an amazed look on her face. 

"Yeah. Go figure."

"What does she want?"

"I'm not sure, really. Probably another shot at what little money I got left. But for now she wants some tough love. Thinks it'll soften me up so she can win me back or something."

"Are you shitting me?"

"I shit you not, sweet puss."

"Can I watch?" 

Dayum! A kinky bitch. "I tell you what, Pegs. Let me warm her up first, then I'll give you a call and you can not only watch, but you can play."

"Fuck. Hurry it up," she said with glee. 

"But only if you put out."

"Fuck you. Just hurry it up," she said and disappeared into her trailer. 

I looked at Bev's car, a late model BMW three series. "Fucking cunt," I thought, thinking about the money she stole from me. I opened the door and looked inside. Yep, some things never change. It looked like that Stinky ass maggot fuckhead had made a side trip through here. 

The car was dirty as all hell. All kinds of trash piled up like she'd gone cross country and never cleaned out. Lucky for me though, 'cause I found just what I was looking for; dirty diapers. Barney for Benji the thirteen month old and Tigger for Tommy the four month old. Perfect. A lot of shit jokes ran through my mind, but I flushed them because I had the DNA I needed for the paternity test and hankered to get back to that different loving on Bev. Booya.

I stashed the diapers in the trunk of my car and went back in the trailer where Bev was waiting patiently. I attached a nice, long spreader bar to the cuffs on her legs and secured the ends of the bar to the eyebolts still on the floor because I didn't want her getting all shy and twisty on me when the fun began. 

I selected a flogger from the arsenal and practiced my hand action and it all came back lickety split. Just like riding a whore; you never forget how. 

I got some cock rise thinking of what I was going to do to her. Did that make me a bad person? I hoped not, but only time would tell. 

I stood in front of the conniving bitch. Trust seemed to be a big issue with us and I didn't know how long she'd really been in my trailer before I got out of the shower. Or if she'd maybe been in recently while I was gone. I'd have to think about that. 

"So you're back. You waltz right in out of the blue and offer yourself to me. That just doesn't make sense."

"I...ahh!" I slapped her across the cheek, hard enough to get her immediate attention, but not hard enough to really hurt. I'd have to build to that.

"I said no talking unless I give you permission. As I was saying before you interrupted me. You being here doesn't make any sense to me. But, that's okay for now. I'm happy to do you this favor before I kick you out of my life. Now, here's how this is gonna work. Remember your safe word? You may say yes or no."

"Yes." Her voice was small and I could tell she was getting in the mood for a good time pain slut style.

"Well, it's no good anymore. In fact, you don't have a safe word, which means you don't have any limits. Obviously, you are to keep your voice down. If you start to use your outdoor voice I'll have to gag you. But only because I hate to disturb my neighbors, you know. Will you do your best to keep quiet? You may say yes or no."

"Yes." There was the slightest bit of a hitch to her voice. Good. I was a little nervous about how far I'd go, but didn't much care, really, so I let the good times roll.

"Stick you ass out, cunt." She cocked her bootay out in subbie compliance and I gave that smoking hot ass a light warm-up slap. I worked up to a nice rhythm, the soft strands of the flogger laying down a nice whap-whap-whap. I moved round on her bottom making sure I covered all the local real estate. 

When her butt looked to be rare to medium rare, I added a little more pop and ratcheted up the speed to a nifty WHAPWHAPWHAP. Oh yeah. She was feeling the love now, breathing harder and giving me a little closed mouth "Mmph" as the ends bit into her bottom. 

I stopped. Rubbed her ass gently with my hand. Then smacked it hard as shit.

"MMPH!" Had to give it to her, she was trying, but then again, I hadn't even gotten started.

I stood in front of her, lifted her chin up and kissed her tenderly. She chased me when I withdrew. I put my hand on her cheek and she leaned into it seeking the contact. 

I caressed her breasts and stomach with the flogger. I put it down, picked up some hemp rope and ran it across her body. After a scratchy trip around the babe I wrapped the rope around her tits. 

I got a nice tight coil on each one and damn if those proud hooters didn't stick right up and out begging for abuse. She didn't know it yet, but her tatas were really gonna take a licking. 

While her boobs were getting nice and ripe, I turned my attention to her twat. I ran a riding crop along her lips, and a little bit in for some flavoring. I raised the crop to her mouth and she sucked it in faster than a pole dancer makes a dollar disappear. 

I fed her some tang a few more times to give her some pussy juice taste, but mostly because I could. Whatever. I caressed her tits, and gently tweaked a nipple. I thought about stringing her up by her tied up titties, but figured I'd save that for dessert if I was still hungry. 

Red as a beet and tight as a drum, her hooters looked ready to party. I started out gently on those tightly bound breasts with mighty light slaps with the crop. Tap-tap-tap, like that. 

I was glad the crop had a really stiff business end, not all soft and floppy like some of them. Made life easier for me. So I smacked her beauteous boobage all about; up, down and all around giving it more and more snap, crackle and pop as I went along. 

Time flew and before you know it the she-devil-bitch was whimpering more than a bit. What a puss-face, can't hardly take a little titty torture. TFB, just wait!

I took the blindfold off so I could see her gorgeous eyes. Plus, I wanted to see her reaction to some of the things that were starting to come to mind. I gave her a loving smile then commenced to poppin' tata again. By the time I was done she had tears in her eyes and grunts on her lips. 

Once again I gently caressed her tender breasts and leaned close. She moaned and tried to give me some tongue love. 

I backed up and looked her over. What to do, what to do. Ah yes, the clamps and clothespin collection. A very nice selection, if I do say so myself.

I picked out some colored plastic clothespins and knelt down. I pinched those pretty inner thighs that had wrapped themselves so lovingly around me once upon a time, and as I started lining up a vertical row I thought about how those same luscious legs had also been wrapped around my friends. Bitch. 

I got the clothespins lined up on each leg along her tender inner flesh and gave them a few flicks for the fun of it. That got a peep out of her, but I didn't hold it against her because she was under some duress. 

Back up in boobville I unwrapped her fun bags, let them settle and admired the nice imprint the rope left on her skin. Then I circled her tits with clothespins, earning sharp gasps of breath from the loverly whoore. This was getting fun!

I stepped back to admire my handiwork and caressed her hair. Again she leaned in hard to my hand, craving skin to skin contact, wanting my love and approval. She got like that in these circumstances. Shame it didn't last. 

I picked up a cloverleaf clamp and attached it right and tight to her lip; her pussy lip, that is. One for the left and one for the right. I added a weight on a chain to each clamp for good measure and to stretch those lips right out. Then I tapped the weights and let 'em swing.

That got an, "Ahhh," from the deceptive beast, for that's what she was. Beautiful on the outside, rancid on the inside, though this type of loving seemed to bring out the best in her. 

"I don't have to gag you, do I? You may say yes or no." 

"No." There seemed to be a bit more strain in her voice as though she was under some degree of stress. Imagine that.

The butt plug I put in her mouth wasn't too big. At least not as fat as my own personal plug. She knew to slick it up real good 'cause it was taking a trip. Normally, I would have stood in front of her, held her close, kiss her softly and insert tab A into slut B. But since those wondrous tits were otherwise occupied I gave her a break and pushed it home from the southside. 

I stood back and looked over. She was breathing harder, trying to stay quiet while I flicked the clothespins around a bit. After I got tired of that I picked up a ball gag. Seems like I changed my mind. Oh well. 

"Open." She opened her mouth almost as fast as she spreads her legs and I seated the gag and fastened it tight. I got my digital camera and took a bunch of pictures for my scrapbook. Making memories day by day. Well hell, that's just me.




White Trash Ch. 04



I picked out another flogger, one meant for a higher calling. The strand ends on this lovely little model were tied in small, tight knots. I'd used it judiciously on the cunt in a former life, but planned on breaking it in right good now. 

Damn my soft heart, I hated myself! Despite my better judgment, I decided to be a sweetie pie and removed the clothespins from her legs and tits. Nice little red welts remained to remind me where they'd been, though. I caressed her body with my hand. I felt her dripping pussy and gave the weights another poke. I figured I might just give her a pussy spank a little later down the road. 

I hefted the flogger and started on her ass. Softly, getting her used to the goose. I gently and slowly worked her over; her ass, the front, back and sides of her legs, her stomach, breasts and back. No stone unturned. 

Lather, rinse and repeat. A little faster and harder now. The flogger making little whooshing sounds between whaps and snaps. A few times around the track and I turned up the dial and she really started to squirm. Over and over and over the flogger bit flesh. Little red spots all over where the ends landed. I planned to fill in the blanks. 

They say that time waits for no one and after who knows how fucking long I must have been getting a bit stern because she was flinching and grunting and shrieking like a banshee. And I'm sorry, but I really couldn't understand what she was trying to say because the ball gag was doing its job and shutting her the fuck up. 

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as I continued to work her over. Shit, why was she crying? I was doing all the heavy lifting. 

My arm finally got tired so I took a break and some more pictures. She was nice and pink all over. Even had some spots of blood in a few places where the tips bit extra hard. But, fuck her if she can't take a joke.

I took the ball gag out of her mouth and she thanked me with a low, lingering moan along with the sobbing. She was limp and sagging a bit. I caressed her face and hair. I leaned in and kissed her, giving her some tongue as a reward for taking the pain. She kissed me back and it was still desperate and hungry, almost like she was begging for more. 

And because she begged so nice I took the clamps off of her pussy and jammed a few fingers in to just give her a thrill. I worked her clit and the horny bitch actually tried to fuck my hand. What a slag! No shame at all. I pulled away just before she got off and got the crop again. Ayuh, a slapper for the snapper. 

"Shh. Keep quiet and I'll leave the gag out. You can do it, right? You may nod or shake your head."

She sniffled and nodded. 

"Atta girl. You know I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you keep having fun."

She nodded and I slapped her hard enough to make her hair flick and fly. "I didn't tell you you could nod, did I?"

She shook her head and I slapped her hard the other direction. "Okay, cunt. I'll remind you just this one time. You may only nod, shake your head, or say something if I give you explicit permission. Quit being a stupid whore or I'll have to punish you." I chuckled inwardly at the irony and wondered if she felt the humor of the moment as well. Probably not. 

I started slapping the insides of her arms with the crop. I worked my way down and by the time I got to her pussy she was biting her lip and whimpering. 

Slap, slap, slap on the poon poon tang. I wasn't gentle, but ol' Bev was taking it like a champ. I didn't mind her flinching and grunting because it was music to my ears. 

When it got to the point I knew she was about to cry out I stopped. I rubbed her pussy and kissed her and wobbled the butt plug around a bit for good measure, which got her wiggling for pleasure. Didn't let her come though. Wouldn't be prudent at this juncture.

I gave her a sip of water because I didn't want her to suffer. Call it a flaw if you must, but dammit, I have a real soft spot for people. I left her hanging and trying to catch her breath and went into the bathroom to take a coffee piss and get a few more goodies for round two. 

A diabetic slut I fucked for awhile left a pack of her needles when she cleared out. There was also a pinwheel in the drawer that another crazy cunt liked me to use on her when she was high and feeling free. And this one had a bit more bite than your standard Wartenberg. Roll it along and feel all that love pricking and sticking the nerves. Ouchie!

Back in the main salon I looked Bev over. She was glorious in her submissiveness. Hanging there with her legs and arms all spread out. All over rosy, even her cheeks. What a cutie!

I put the pinwheel on a chair behind her and opened the pack of needles in front of her. Her eyes got big, but bless her rotten heart, she kept her mouth shut. 

"That's right, cunt. We're moving into new territory. You ever been there before? Shit, I'd bet money you have, but maybe not."

I took the needles off the syringes and laid out about a dozen. I didn't know if I'd use them all, but as a former bad boy scout I figured it's good to be prepared, right?

I stepped in front of her and whispered in her ear. "Be strong now, cunt. Don't make me put the gag back in."

I took a needle and carefully slipped it in just under the skin, as shallow as I could, a couple of inches above her areola. 

"Mmmph, mhhh." And more sniffling. Fuck, what a whiner.

"Open your eyes." 

She did. Some panic there. Good.

I slid another needle through on the eastern side and moved on. I covered the compass on both tits and by the time I was done she'd added moaning and hard breathing to the song list.

I kissed her and gently prodded the needles and she whimpered and groaned into my mouth. I put a couple of mean little weighted clamps on her nipples so they wouldn't feel neglected and kissed her tears away. 

I reattached the weighted pussy clamps just for fun and then the clothespins on her inner thighs to give the weights something to aim for. She seemed to be struggling to keep quiet now. Hmmm.

I stood behind her and took off my shorts, then pulled the plug out of her ass and tossed it aside. Batter up! 

I was leaking a little precum so she couldn't possibly complain about not having any lubrication. I worked my cock into her hot ass and she moaned appreciatively for more, at least I took it that way. 

I poke, poke, poked my by big bad bone all the way up that cute chute and when I was flush against her backside I murmured sweet nothings in her ear.

"Having fun yet, slut?" With a snails pace I worked my pecker in and out of that steaming ass and she loosened up quite nicely, giving me some room to work. I picked up speed and got some low end grunts from the whore. 

Whew boy, her ass felt like heaven. It was squeezing on my middle leg and sucking me right on in like she'd locked onto me with a state of the art ass-tractor beam. So all in all, I had to give her props for being such a talented cunt.

I wrapped my arm around her to give me leverage and tapped her heiny hole with a bit more gusto. Almost crown out then back in balls deep. For good measure I reached around with my other hand and gave her tits a hearty jiggle. 

Oh yeah, that got those needles and nipple clamps rocking and she let me know how much she loved it with whimpers and tears and a weird sort of wailing. But I wouldn't let that ruin my fun and let my fat cat keep deep drilling her willing ass, the rhythm of the beat making those pussy clamps sway and clang and bang into the clothespins. Oh, baby, baby, boss hog was home and sitting in front of the fire. 

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as far as I could and turned her face to me. I slammed into her and she was grunting with my thrusts and moaning and sobbing during the breaks. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and she tried to find some relief there. A bit of pussy flavor lingered and gosh darn she tasted sweet. 

I fucked her ass, kissed her and made sure her tits jiggled with the beat. I reached down and picked up the pinwheel and rolled it around on her pubic mound way on down by snapper town. Shit yeah, I'm a multi-tasking motherfucker! 

Well, wouldn't you know, she went all spastic trying to get her twat away from the pinwheel pricks but it only served to back her up on my business. I was having mucho fun now. She was screaming and shrieking into my mouth and I felt the tracks of her tears on my face. 

I tapped that ass hardcore, which probably took away my dexterity with the pinwheel a bit as I rolled it low down on her pussy mound. She was screeching in my mouth, but my release was a few thrusts away and I knew she wouldn't want me to quit now of all times. 

I kept her body heaving around so she would feel the titty needles and all those clamps high and low letting her know how much fun she was having. My thick dick was slip sliding around keeping time and feeling fine, and I kept the pinwheel rolling as I grunted and blew a load deep in her ass while she wailed down my throat. 

Whew! What a gal. I might marry her if I wasn't gonna divorce her ass.

I eased out of her quick-like and moved around to stand in front of her. Bev was heaving and crying quietly, tears streamed down her cheeks. She was exhausted, not at all trying to stand, but head down and hanging limp. 

I noticed the clock on the wall and thought, "Damn, I didn't have breakfast and it's past lunch time. No wonder I'm hungry."

The cunt whimpered and cried as I gently removed the clips, clamps and needles. I got a washcloth, held it under warm water, then wrung it out some. I gently rubbed Bev down with the cloth, washing away the sheen of sweat from her. Shit, I wish I wasn't such a humanitarian.

I picked up the phone, called Peggy and told her to get her sweet ass over here and to bring the toy I knew she had. 

I washed my cock off in the kitchen sink and was taking the spreader bar off the beautiful beast's ankles when Pegs burst in. 

"About fucking time! Holy shit! She's a mess. What did you do to her?"

"We just spent some quality time getting reacquainted. Didn't we Bev. You may nod or shake your head."

The sagging slag didn't look up, but allowed a very small nod.

"Wow," Peggy said. "What now?"

"Round three."

I released the devil woman's hands from the spreader bar and helped her lower them slowly. I took off the hanging cuffs and replaced them with regular cuffs just because I liked the urbane style. I picked up a one and a half inch black leather collar and stood in front of the twisted bitch. 

"I'm not going to stand on much ceremony here. From what I understand collaring a slave is a big deal and the slave gives herself to her master and it's all agreed to and consensual and shit. Well, fuck that. I think I'm going to keep you for awhile. If you've got a problem with that you better speak up." 

"You...ugh!" I slapped hard her across the face. 

Peggy's eyes went all saucer sized. "Holy shit!" 

"I didn't give you permission to talk yet, cunt. You aren't going to give me a hard time, are you? You may nod or shake your head."

Maybe she didn't hear me, but when she didn't do anything for a few seconds I said, "I'll take that as a no. While I put this collar on you may talk if you want."

Bev didn't make a peep as I fastened the collar around her neck and secured it with a small lock. It wasn't coming off unless I said so. 

"Come on," I said to Peggy, picked up Bev's bag and led them both to my bedroom. 

To Bev I said, "Face the wall. Kneel, knees wide, hands behind your back. Don't move until I tell you." Bev complied and I turned to Peggy.

I pulled her to me and she met my embrace with a kiss. We tongue fucked for awhile while I pulled her clothes off. 

"No panties? What a slut," I joked. 

"Me-e? Pot, kettle, motherfucker." 

"Ha." 

We stroked each other and rubbed the hot spots for a spell and she said, "She fucked my husband, you know." 

"It figures. She fucked a lot of people. Fucked them over too."

"Well, I want some payback." 

"You'll get it," I said and she squealed with laughter when I tossed her on the bed.

I dove in and split her perma-wet pussy with old reliable and slid home in one bold thrust. 

"Yeah," Pegs grunted. "Fuck me." 

I did the dirty dance with a salsa beat and worked up a good enough sweat. Since I'd already come several times today it took a little while to sow some seed, and by the time I spunked Pegs had a few comes under her belt courtesy of the magic dragon ride. 

"Stay here," I told Pegs. 

I got up and went over to Bev. I turned her around and said, "Clean me." Little did I know when I woke up this morning that I'd be a two time face fucker this early in the day. Sort of made me wonder what the record was. 

I stuck my dick in her mouth and let her swish me around. She sucked my bone dry of Peggy's pussy juice and kept on going. I grabbed a fistful of hair and fucked her gorgeous face Star Trek style; warp speed Mr. Sulu! 

I showed this cunt less tenderness than I did with tiny Tina and whipped her head back and forth until I got strong wood again. She was choking and gagging and drooling and making all kinds of cutesy noises and when I pulled out she coughed-struggled to get her breath. 

I pulled her by the hair to the bed and told her to get on her back. 

She did and I climbed between those lovely tanned thighs. I pulled the bitch to me and wormed my pole back into familiar territory. Even though I'd loosened her ass up a bit already she still made some appreciative, I think, sound effects. I looked at Peggy and said, "You know what to do."

She smiled and with her back to me, straddled Bev's head. Peg grabbed a hunk of hair and said, "Eat me, bitch." Well, Bev's a good little pain slut subbie when she's in the role and she snaked her tongue out to meet Peggy's poon. 

I saw Peg's fine ass grinding on Bev's face and knew some tasty creampie was being had. And it wasn't long before I heard Peggy get jiggy as they say and cut loose with a big ol' howling come. I guess she must really like riding girl face. 

While Pegs got hers I was steady on basting the ham in Beverly's bung. When Peggy got off the slut's glistening face I said, "On your hands and knees, cunt." She was moving slow, but eventually got there. 

Peggy had strapped on her strapon and looked wicked hot. Shit, she looked so fine I almost asked her to fuck me! But instead and with a flourish I waved her to begin. 

She stepped up and stuck it in the slut slave's mouth. She sawed her cock in and out a bit, then got behind Bev and rammed it up her cunt. Ol' Bev wasn't quite out of it yet because I saw her brace and hold firm. What a trooper. But just so Bev didn't get the wrong idea I smacked her ass a few times. I twisted and pinched her nipples until a few shrieks let me know she'd had enough. 

I could tell Peggy was getting into the swing of things because she pulled out and commenced to fucking the slut's ass. Pegs was a kinder, gentler dom though and had used some lube. 

While Peg was pounding butt, Mr. Happy sought out some slave mouth. I grabbed a fist full of hair, yanked her head up and got back to the face fucking thing. And just for fun I went balls deep and held to a three count before pulling out. 

I slapped her face with my pig iron and she followed it with her mouth trying to get it back in and all the while grunting and moaning at the ass pounding she was getting from Pegs. She was such an eager beaver. 

"Whew. This is hard work. I'm getting tired," Peggy said as she pistoned in and out of Bev's tore up ass. For her part, Bev was taking things like a pro. She was making just the right sounds; her grunts and moans were at just the right volume for the current circumstances. 

"Tell me about it. Okay, lay on your back, Pegs."

Bev moved over and Peggy lay down. I nudged Bev and she quietly impaled herself on Peggy's cock and started grinding. I took my place and with a hand on Bev's shoulder slammed my big rig back up her back door and she moaned like a whore on her honeymoon. 


We double teamed the slut with a one-two punch and had the bitch breathing hard and long-moaning in no time flat. 

"Time to let the cunt come," I said, breathing hard now myself. I gave her a reach around and started frigging her clit while pounding her ass. I told Peggy to slap Bev's tits around and rough up her nipples until she was satisfied. Pegs, that is, not Bev. 

The she-devil was baying and screeching and caterwauling up such a storm I had to clamp my hand over her mouth. Shit, she was being a major potty mouth and there might be children playing outside the window for crying out loud. 

She was screaming into my hand, and I used the grip for better leverage for my in stroke. A few more butt thrusts, a few more clit frigs, and a few more titty twisters and the devil whore finally came so hard she almost knocked me on the floor. 

She collapsed on top of Peggy, who must have forgotten who she was dealing with because she gently caressed Bev's hair and held her close while she spooled down. 

I got off of her as my little soldier moved to parade rest. I hooked a finger in Bev's collar ring and tugged, gently pulling her off of Peggy. 

"Kneel back on the floor, facing away like before." She did as told and I wondered when the spell would break. I lay down next to Peggy and gave her cock a shake. 

"You're quite the cocks-man there, Pegs."

"Well, I ought to be. I've practiced enough on my husband."

"No shit? He likes it?"

"He loves it. Gives him a good prostate massage and I can come because it rubs me in the right spot. Want to try it?"

"Uh, maybe later. Right now I need to figure out what to do with this cunt over here."

"What are you going to do?"

"Soon as I figure it out I'll let you know." 

"Please do," she said and stood up. "Boy, she really likes it rough, huh?

"You have no idea."

"Well, anytime you want a ride, just let me know," she said and grabbed her dick for effect.

I laughed. She packed her toys, put her clothes on and said, "Been fun. See you later," and headed out.

I lay there thinking. After awhile I sat up and leaned back against the headboard. said, "Turn around."

She did. 

"Kneel between my legs." 

I spread my legs and Bev crawled up. She sat on her heels, legs folded under her. 

"You say you want to come back. I still can't imagine why and think it's a bunch of bullshit, but I'm going to keep you at least until I get the results of the paternity test back. I don't want you running off with those brats if they happen to be mine. I'm almost a hundred percent sure they aren't though, which is why your mom can keep them for now. In the meantime, your ass is mine. You may speak your mind." 

"That's kidnapping." 

"No it's not you stupid cow." I had to keep her down, you know; all part of the mind fuck. Besides, she was a masochist of the first degree. She once told me it was hard to find guys mean enough for her taste. Scary if you thought about it, so I just didn't. "You voluntarily entered into this relationship by accepting that collar. I have a witness. Remember?"

Bev didn't say anything. "That's right," I said. "You're mine until I release you." I put a finger through the ring of her collar and pulled her toward me and kissed her because I'm such a hopeless romantic. Then I pulled her head down lower and said, "Suck."

While she plied her trade on king dong, I thought about things. As her sweet tongue made sweet love to my sweet meat I smiled and thought things might just be turning around for me after all. 

Fair dues though, she was not only good, but great with the oral skills. She got extra credit for mouthing my balls and when she ran her tongue down my crack, I acquiesced and let her have a bit of ass. Oh, how I do love a tongue swirling around back there trying to break the seal. 




White Trash Ch. 04



She finally climbed back up candy mountain and successfully wobbled my weevil until she had more creamy goodness in her mouth courtesy of my cum pump. Who's your Daddy?

She kept me in her mouth until I softened, then gently released me and remained kneeling, waiting for my command. I thought, "Shit, too bad she wasn't like this all the time."

"I have to go out. Just so there's no misunderstanding, you're my slave and you'll be tied up. Will I also have to gag you? You may nod or shake your head."

Bev shook her head.

"Good." I attached a locking clip to the wrist cuffs and secured her arms behind her back. I tied one end of a rope to the D-ring on her collar with a no slip uber secure nautical knot and tied the other end to an eyebolt on the bedroom ceiling. Yeah, there too. 

I gave her enough play to get to the bathroom because I run a five star, full service resort. And I made damn sure there wasn't anything within her reach she could use to cut the rope with. The devil's in the details, you know. 

I ran my errands and took care of business. Nothing funny with my money, but I changed bank accounts just to be on the safe side. I dropped off the doody dyddies at the local DNAs-R-Us clinic for the paternity test. Actually, they got shipped off to some lab along with a sample of my own DNA and I'd get the results in a couple of weeks. What the hell, so I had to pay a little more for the rush job. I stopped by a local hardware store to pick up some chain and a few more small locks then headed home.

The days seemed to fly by. But I got to tell you, while having your own personal slave is a lot of responsibility, it's also fun, fun, fun. While I was at work, yeah, not gone yet, I kept the cunt chained and locked to the bedroom eyebolt or the one in the so-called living room. I made her tell her mom she was staying with a friend for awhile, nothing new there, then got rid of all the phones within reach. 

She was a sexy beast wearing her cuffs, collar and all chained up. Mmmm hmmm. I kept her naked at all times, of course, even when Tina showed back up for some more dicktation lessons. 

Turns out Tina liked getting her pussy eaten by girl tongue while getting fucked by my fat hog. Sitting reverse cowgirl on my lap or doggy, either way she just had a ball. 

Naturally, Bev had also fucked Tina's boyfriend, which pissed her off of course, so one time I let she and Pegs have some tag-team payback fun with the bitch while I watched and took more pictures for the family album. 

To keep the cunt happy, I had to flog the slut constantly. I hung her by her bound tits and set up conflicts for her amusement. Like if she if she got tired of standing on her tippy toes an uncomfortably large rod would get shoved up her ass a bit, or her nipples would be painfully stretched, or both. Or if she got tired of standing with bent legs and wanted to straighten up then her pussy lips would just have to handle the clamps and weights, or if she wanted to kneel down, again with the nipples and asspole. You know, gravity fun. Oh, and I fucked her ass and mouth a lot more than I fucked her pussy. 

And whenever I was kind of, sort of warming up to her again she'd say or do shit to remind me what a she-devil-bitch she really was. And no, medication wouldn't help here. Trust me. But a ball gag and a good flogging seemed to bring her back around for awhile. But, hell, she liked it. She'd do little things just to piss me off so I'd punish her. That's right, she's a master masochistic manipulator. And like the heart of gold guy I am, I gave her what she wanted.

The results of the DNA paternity test came back and no surprises there. The kids weren't mine and both had different daddies. A sucker bet if ever there was one.

Finally, I knew it was time to get rid of the cunt. Sad but true and I almost shed a tear. But instead, Tina, Pegs and I had a party. We got drunk and gave the bitch a wail of a goodbye celebration. We all agreed that, damn, Bev did indeed like it rough. Oh well. 

Then the day came and she was gone. Shit, it was kind of lonely around the castle. I missed sticking my dick into her warm wetness whenever I felt the urge. She was way easy on the eyes too. Whatever; it had to be done. Besides, skeezy Tina and I were still having plenty of boozy fun. And Pegs, bless the kind cunt, still wanted to do my ass, promising me I'd like it, I'd really, really like it. 

One night a couple of weeks after Bev bitch left I stopped by Coozy's for a beer and to eyeball some titty. The music was blaring and a hot blonde was shaking her kootchie front and center. 

Stinky maggot was there and gave me a big smile and a nod. His partner in crime, P-Tat, did the same. They sent a beer my way and I sat in a chair at the edge of the stage and watched a real redhead with fake tits finish her routine.

The announcer thanked Tiffany for her skills and told the crowd, and it was a fairly crowded house for a Thursday night, to give a big welcome to the newest girl. We all whooped and I smiled as Beverly danced out from behind the wings. Her moves were pure liquid sex. The girl knew how to move, that's for fucking sure. 

She spotted me and danced over. She shook those pretty titties and that loose caboose in my face and I fed her a dollar. A wink and a nod and she boogied over to another customer and started paying me back.

When Bev had finished her time on stage, Stinky Pete motioned for me to follow him and he led me to the back office where Sun Daddy was. Like I said, pussy names for biker's, but they owned and operated the titty club and, well, sometimes you just had to make the best of a fucked up situation. 

"Dude!" Sun Daddy said and held out his tattooed arm for a hearty handshake. He was short, squat and built like a box. "Man, you are a God to the boys. Anything you need just say the word."

"Long as I get my money, I'm cool." 

"You'll get it. No problem. She's a money making machine, for sure, dancing and what not."

"She giving you a hard time?"

"Less than before the boys broke her in. But you know, yeah, she does. Like clockwork. Like she wants the attitude adjustment sessions and afterwards settles down for a day or so before acting up again. And she fucking shows up for work. She's scared of us, sure, but I think she's a little crazy, if you want to know the truth."

"Oh, I'm fucking sure of it." 

Sun Daddy picked up the phone, punched a button and said a few words to somebody. "Okay, I set you up with beer on the house. Good anytime you come in. And don't worry about a thing, after I get the money back I loaned you, I'll start giving you your cut. With her looks, talent and fine pussy it'll happen before you know it." 

"Sounds good to me, boss man." I shook his hand and headed out to the bar to get that free beer and watch little more Coozy cooze. 

Driving back to the trailer park my phone rang. I saw the number and smiled as I flicked the clamshell open. 

"What's up, slut. Feeling the need?" I laughed. 

"Not at the moment. Wait. Ugh, ugh, fuck me harder, baby."

"Funny."

"You still up for tomorrow night?"

"Damn right slut. I got a hardon when I saw your number on the screen. Just can't decide which hole to fuck first."

"I imagine they'll all get a turn, cowboy," and I could hear the smile behind the words. 

"Hey. You, me and Pegs should check out the bitch at Coozy's." 

"Jesus, that where you been? I still can't be believe you gave her to the bikers!"

"Yeah. The Pope, I'm not. But what else was I going to due under the circumstances? Solved a couple of problems, didn't it." 

"Shit, still..."

"Fuck her. The only thing I regret is that the bitch may like getting turned out too much. Might ruin the payback fun some.

"You can be a real fucker, you know?" 

"I'm a sweetheart. What about your asshole boyfriend tomorrow?"

"I dumped his ass."

"About time.

"Yeah," she said softly. 

"Hell, yeah."

"So, we're on." 

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Good. I'll bring Viagra for you so you can keep up," she laughed and hung up. 

I laughed and snapped the phone shut. As I pulled into the trailer park I saw a big momma get out of her car. The bright street lights, for our priceless safety and security no doubt, lit her up like it was high noon. Lordy she was big. Tall too. And fucking pretty. She looked like what's her name, that plus, plus sized model. 

I slowed way down and our eyes locked. One side of her mouth curled up slightly in a small wry grin. She held my eyes, ran the back of a hand down the side of one mountainous breast before running her palm down the front of her meaty thigh and back up again. Then she started unbuttoning her sun dress from the top down. She was on the second button and stared me down as she turned, waddled up the three steps to her door and entered. 

I didn't need a calculator to do the math and sure as shit one plus one equals a green light for trailer park pussy BBW style! I backed my shitbox up, parked, killed my beer and got out. With a smile on my face I walked to her door feeling good and getting wood. Fucking A.

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 I hope you enjoyed this chapter. While it continues the saga of our unfortunate friends in the trailer park, it is also a submission for the "Completely Unsanctioned Quarterly Writing Contest – 'Crush Your Enemy Like a Grape'" taking place in the Author's Hangout forum. So please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you thought of this sordid little tale.