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Trailer Trash Whore

You looking to get you some of this trailer trash pussy? I just can’t get enough of corrupting young minds and bodies. I’m always searching for a hot, young bald pussy or cock to suck and fuck. There’s nothing like those little hairless cunts and cocks. My sloppy cunt starts to drip just thinking about the taste of that sweet tender meat and all of the kinky things I can do to them.

If you want to join me in molesting the neighborhood or maybe your sweet young daughter or son then I’m the trailer trash whore you’ve been searching for.

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Written By: Peggy
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The New Girl

There’s a new girl in my office. Usually, this would be great. It’s nice to have a little of the load taken off of me but she’s trying to take too many of my “duties.” She comes dressed in skimpy clothes and flirts with all the guys. Sorry, sweetie.. there’s only room for ONE office slut, and that’s my job.

I pulled her aside one day to explain this to her, and she only laughed and tossed her hair as she went back out to the men. That was her first mistake. I decided that she really needed a lesson. She wanted to be a little slut, I would make sure she was treated like one. I told her that she and I had to stay over one night and finish up a project for the boss. She jumped at the chance to suck up to him a little more and agreed.

Once everyone was gone, I called out to her to join me in the boss’s office. She walked into the dark room and flipped on the light. Her eyes widened as she seen the 12 men I had waiting for her. She tried to slowly back out, but I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her right in the middle of them. They laughed as they started ripping her clothes off. She begged me to help her, but I just looked down at her and smirked. “You wanted to be the center of attention, now you are.”

I told the boys not to show any mercy and definitely not to take “NO” for an answer. I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me. I could still hear her screams and moans as I walked down the hall.

I sat at my desk and finished the project. The boss was so disappointed that she didn’t help me. He let her go the next day, and I’m still the favorite office slut.

 

Written By: Abby
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Your Accomplice Alexis

It’s Halloween time and nothing turns me on the most is guiding my dirty callers to do the sick shit that they already really want to do. Call me the Accomplice. An accomplice in crime. That is exactly what I want to do with you, shit that is illegal. Torture, murder, rape, and pedo.

I actually prefer that you are trying to resist. I love encouraging you to be bad.

Evil is what causes you to do the sick shit you do. You can’t resist my spell! Give into your nastiest fantasies and call me. 

 

Written By: Alexis
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Email: yournaughtyalexis@yahoo.com

 

 

Bethany’s Dream

   I woke up all sweaty after the very strange dream I had last night. My whole body was wet, even between my legs. Would you like to hear about it? It was so dirty, and confusing and very hot! Be warned though, as I will need to play with my eager pussy. I can get loud!

            Daddy had his poker night and Mommy went out. I have my own bathroom and the men sometimes come up to use it. They’re times I can feel their eyes on me. I wonder what they’re thinking?

   I was woken up by a hard cock on my face. He rubbed it on my lips until I opened my mouth.  I looked up through my sleepy eyes and saw there was a line of daddy’s friends at my door. First they came in two at a time, taking my mouth and virgin pussy hole. Then they came in 3 at a time and then 5.

Hours passed and the men just kept coming. Over and over again. Last and alone was daddy!

I wonder if it was really just a dream. My pussy is so wet and creamy. Let’s talk about it, get off together and then you can tell me if you think it was just a dream or real.

         

Written By: Baby Bethany
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Hard

     

     Men have used many words to describe me. Calling me beautiful, sexy, amazing, and so on. It means nothing to me. I’m more than blonde hair and big tits. I’m rather hard. I take what I want, and I fuck who I want. 

          Men ask if I want to be their accomplice. Afraid not. Maybe if you’re worthy, you can be mine. Just what makes a man a worthy playmate? Looks, money, and certainly free to travel at my command. 

The set-up? A quiet little town, where the young boys and girls are bored to tears. We rent a big house in the hills and become friendly with the locals. We tell the parents we’re doing hiring and the interviews are at our rented home. 

The first few interviews were normal, nothing untoward. By the third day, I begin to spike the drinks. I pay off the parents who pretend they don’t know what’s going on, but oh trust me, they know! 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Do It For Me

 

 

            Summer left with a sad whimper, but maybe if you’re lucky, your Fall will begin epically.

When you and your friends get together, don’t you want to tell them stories to make them so envious?  You do understand you’ll need my services for something such as that. 

  You’re just so clueless and have no idea how to read the signs. See the tiny thing walking alone with her head down? She very much needs attention and any form of it will do. Get my drift? 

See the two pretty blondes laughing and teasing?  They’re looking to try some drugs to rebel against their parents. Offer them some at your house. Invite some of your buddies and fuck the little cunts up.

Do you know what the real present is? The special secret your friends will love?  The woman who cleans your house, she has a daughter, doesn’t she?  Tell her she doesn’t need to pay for daycare, her daughter can just hang here while she cleans. How cute is she in her pink shorts and pink socks with lace? 

Now, you know what to do, don’t you? Make mommy an offer she couldn’t possibly say “no” to. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Intrusive Thoughts

             You had your first violent dream when you were too young to even know what rape was. It was about your pretty neighbor and her daughter. You dreamt  that when you were finished with her, you went to her daughter’s room. When you woke up, your sheets were wet.

The dreams continued and you found you couldn’t wait until bedtime. A few years later, the dreams entered your head with very intrusive thoughts. It was hard to even concentrate. Those twisted thoughts gave you the most exciting feelings in your pants.

You decided to take a year off before entering college. You’re quite brilliant and graduated years before your friends.  You backpacked through Europe and found the very exciting hostels.

The first person was a street kid and who would miss her. The second was a prostitute. You figured she got what she deserved. Now you needed more, something even more risky. Perhaps, taking the girls and boys from the hostel?

You could do that, of course, but why? Woman are attracted to your looks and intelligence. Don’t you think it’s time to hit up one of those snobby five star hotels and to take what you want?  

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Daddy’s Fishing Cabin

      I’m so excited! This summer I am finally old enough to go with daddy to his fishing cabin. Daddy goes every year and mommy never joins him. Just me and daddy!

I’m told to pack light. Shorts, tops, and a bathing suit. I can’t wait! I’ve never even seen pictures of his cabin.

It’s a long drive and I fall asleep.

When we finally get there, I’m a bit confused. Where is the lake? Where is the boats? It’s not even a cabin, but a shack. I ask daddy and notice his whole demeanor has changed. He seems mean and a bit angry at me. He tells me to take a quick shower.

I finish my shower and look for daddy. It seems the shack has a basement. How odd.  I open the hatch and immediately I smell something, like rotten meat.

              Daddy is wearing a big apron and is using his chain saw on something. I slowly climb down the later. Daddy smiles and hands me an apron. 

         

Written By: Baby Bethany
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Breaking The Girl

 Money can buy anything, can’t it?  You have lots of it, but have become so very, very bored. Women just throw themselves at you because of your money and your good looks. 

         You have bought many things from the dark web. Porn, drugs, weapons but never a person, until yesterday. You found my cute, little ad and you immediately contacted me to put in your order. 

Young, tiny, skinny, and innocent. You’ve been fooled before by escorts and you hope I don’t try to pull a fast one and arrive with someone older. 

       I drive for hours with your purchase in my trunk. A deserted farm house, the things nightmares are made of. I take her in and get the rest of my fee. I give you your final instructions on what to do with her when you’re done. 

You take her to the barn. She’s coming out of her drug haze to see what are clearly implements of torture. She looks around to see you both are not alone. The last thing she remembers before the drugs all take effect is seeing her mother and father nude and putting their hands all over her. 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Monsters Under The Bed

         Having a hard time sleeping knowing that in the next room your baby girl is having a slumber party? You wonder what they’re all doing? Are they dancing, looking at naughty things on their phones, or maybe they’re practicing kissing. That makes you so hard that you have to stroke your cock.

              You hear a sweet but sexy whisper. “Go to her room.” Then you hear it again. This is just crazy you think. The voice won’t stop, it’s like a chant. If you do it, you can’t be blamed. Something or someone is telling you to do it. You think if you don’t go, something bad will happen. 

 You stand by the closed door and listen. You hear giggling. You slowly open the door. It’s not your fault, is it?  The monster under your bed told you to do it!

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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