Trailer Trash Tycoon - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Trailer Trash Tycoon - chapter 1

... desperate young women. Just the name would turn away anybody with self-respect, if they had another option. I said, “It’s important that you don’t say anything about yourself for a little while, but I can help.” I pulled a bottle of orange juice and a sandwich from the fridge and set them on the table. “Have a seat and relax. I’ll be back soon. I just have some business I need to take care of.” I can’t imagine what went through the poor girl’s mind a little while later.

Back in my bedroom, Kelly smiled and told me how good it felt while I stuffed her butt with my cock. She let me cum in her ass, then licked and sucked me clean, stroking my shaft and licking the head until I squirted into her mouth too. I put my pants on, and she smiled before walking to the bathroom.

I heard her spit in the sink before she yelled, “NO MOUTHWASH! You gotta’ be FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME!”

I zipped as I told her, “I think there’s a bottle of whiskey next to the fridge, that should work.”

I got to the kitchen just as Kelly screeched, “EEEEEW!” then pulled the only bottle of alcohol from the cupboard. It was one-star, four-dollar tequila. I saw her hesitate, probably trying to decide if the tequila would taste worse than the feces in her mouth. I haven’t tried shit myself, but the tequila was horrible stuff. That’s why it sat there over three years.

She reluctantly rinsed her mouth with the tequila and spit again. She quickly rinsed with water too, to lessen the awful flavor. She only had ...

... her bra on, and I saw some shit smeared on her butt cheeks and thighs from my recent fun. There was also a bit of brown at the corner of her mouth.

The pregnant blonde in the living room must have seen it too. Her eyes widened and she started to get up. “I’m gonna go.”

I quickly told her, “It’s ok! Really.” I looked at Kelly. “Tell her it’s ok.”

She sighed and told the girl, “I’m fine. He really can help you. He helps us girls a lot.” She stopped a moment. “Leo is great, except the rare times when he’s a MORON!” She slapped my ass HARD. Kelly went back to the bedroom and returned wearing her trench coat. She knocked on the table several times before she left, showing she wanted more. I thought that was fair and nodded. She knew I’d give her the money in a day or two. I was a little surprised she didn’t slam the door on her way out.

The pregnant blonde started to say, “Hi, my name is …”

I quickly cut her off. “Whoa whoa whoa! Don’t tell me anything yet! If I know a girl’s name and hear about her on the news, I might have to tell the police where she is. If I know a girl is under 18, she can’t stay here, and I can’t help her.” I paused. “If I ask your name and age, and you don’t have any ID, I just need to take your word for it, right? If you tell me your name is Martha Washington and you’re 300, I have to believe you until I see something that says otherwise.”

She chuckled and smiled, “I guess so.”

“Just take a minute to think, then tell me your name and ...