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Trailer Trash Tycoon - chapter 3
Date: 8/5/2024, Categories: Fiction Anal Group Sex Incest Oral Sex Pregnant, Prostitution, Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... 10 million in the lottery and started up a trailer court.” “WHAT?” I explained, “I have about a dozen trailer houses and let needy women stay in them for some… special favors.” Ron laughed, “Hahaha! I found a couple of women who give me a lot of special favors too. I called to ask if you would be my best man at my wedding.” “That’s great! Sure, I’ll be your best man. But wait… you have two women and you’re getting married?” “It’s kinda complicated, but AWESOME! I’m marrying Natasha next month and we share our pretty housekeeper Shana.” I chuckled and replied, “I like that kind of complicated! I get some of that most nights, too. I hope your fiancée will let you keep the other girl after your wedding?” “Natasha and Shana don’t mind if I mess around, so long as I always come home to them. What are your girlfriends like?” “Telling you would take I while. I have um…” I counted them in my head. “…uh, nineteen ladies that take turns with me.” Ron was incredulous. “NINETEEN! Holy hoochy mamas, Batman!” “So are you still working in construction, or did you go back to truck driving?” “I inherited some land and tried mining a while. I… ran into some money and I’m taking time off to enjoy my new family. I moved from Philly to Utah.” “Once I cashed in my lottery ticket I headed west, too. I love the weather in northern California.” I gave him a chance to show off his strange talent by asking, “How far are you from Shasta lake? My trailer park’s a ...
... few miles south of it.” "My house is 28 point 7 miles from highway 8. I'd take that to 15 and then 80. After that, a few county roads through Winnemucka and Sandpond. Fuel up and maybe sleep in Gerlach, then on to Wendel, Hat Creek, then finally Oak Run and Shasta Lake... that's ah… 906 point 4 miles, I think." I teased, “My computer says 906 point 2, but close enough! Hahaha! You should bring the family for a visit when you have time.” “It would be great to catch up and talk about the old days! We’ve been stuck inside most of the winter, and I’m sure Shana and Natasha would enjoy a road trip. How about this weekend? If we leave Thursday morning, we can be there around supper time on Friday.” “That sounds good. The stores around here don’t carry Iron City beer, but I’ll think of something.” “GOOD! We only drank that pisswater in high school because we couldn’t afford anything better! Bud or Pabst, please. Heck, even Coors and Miller are better than Iron City!” “Agreed! We’ll see you Friday night. Take care, pal.” “You too, see you then, buddy.” - There was a knock at the door. I realized I was still naked and hurriedly put on a fresh pair of briefs. I shouted, “JUST A MINUTE!” I didn’t see any pants nearby and knew it was probably another of my girlfriends, so I walked to the trailer’s kitchen and answered the door in my underwear. It took me a moment to realize who the brunette on my porch was. I dubiously asked in surprise, “Vanessa?” She was ...