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“Have another drink, Tammy,” said Tony and filled my glass with vodka.
My real name is Tommy but guys who know me call me Tammy, which I preferThen he added, “Why don’t you get out of those pants, you look uncomfortable.”
The room was spinning a little. I stood up and almost fell over, but I regained my balance. I unfastened my belt, then I pulled down my fly and unfastened my jeans button. I pulled the jeans down and fell back onto the couch. I’d spilled the vodka a bit, but then I chugged the rest of the glass.
It was a hot night, and I was in my neighbor Tony’s trailer. He’d invited me over earlier that evening for a drink, and one drink turned to two, two to three, and so on.
Right now, I felt like a fucking slut, my pants down around my ankles, and I knew I was turning Tony on.
“Hey, baby, have you got a cigarette?” I asked Tony as the room continued spinning around.
“Here you go, doll,” said Tony and he held out his pack of smokes.
I grabbed the pack and took one out and put it in my mouth.
“How about a light, sweetie?” I asked.
Tony lit his lighter and held it in front of me. I was so fucked up that it took me a minute to light my cigarette.
When I’d succeeded, I said, “Thank you, baby.”
I took a deep drag, then leaned down and pulled my jeans off. Now there I was, on the couch, in just a tshirt, panties, and my sandals.
From outside, I could hear a jukebox playing. There was a rowdy honky tonk just down the road about a half a mile, where many of the local men went to get good and fucked up.
Now I took off my panties and announced to Tony that I was heading over to the honky tonk.
“But first”, I explained, “I need to head back to my trailer and get dressed for the occasion.”
I stood up and staggered to the door. I crashed into the wall in so doing, and started laughing my butt off.
“Oh, baby, I am good and fucked up”, I declared.
I giggled and fell on the floor.
I pulled off my tshirt while on the ground, then slowly stood myself back up to an upright, if quite wobbly, position.
Tony let out a whistle.
“I say, girl, if you don’t have the sexiest tan. I’m gettin’ some serious wood lookin’ you over.”
I grinned and looked down at my body, and in so doing I crashed into the wall again, only this time without falling over. Progress! I thought to myself and began laughing. Tony handed me another drink, which I chugged down.
“Hey, baby, am I a total cunt or what?” I asked. I felt so turned on, despite being so fucked up. I stumbled over to the entrance door to the trailer ad swung it open, almost falling out it the process. I went out and stood on the top of the steps leading down.
I started down and fell over, landing at the bottom. I laughed and pulled myself up. There I was, naked except my boots, holding the step railings to steady myself.
There were about thirty trailers in the park, which had a circular road connecting everyone before it led out of the park by a dirt road onto the local highway.
I looked up to greet a full moon. Man, how I love the full moon. It lit up the woods around me, and anyone who looked could see me there, nude except for my boots.
My cock stiffened.
I staggered along the circular road toward my camper, weaving and falling down several times. Yet I had a mission which drove me on, I was going to the honky tonk to become the dream of every man there, I would be a total whore for the night.
Suddenly I heard someone whistling at me. It came from Bill Evans’ trailer.
Yep, there he was, on his little stoop, checking me out. I knew I looked good, with my cock at full mast and my titties on display. My Mom’s third husband, Willy had paid for those titties. He convinced my alcoholic Mom that they would pay for themselves, since I’d be able to work as a stripper at the bar out on the edge of town where all the perverts of all persuasions hung out and nobody ever asked questions. It was called The Sledge Hammer.
I first stripped there a couple of years ago. But that’s a story for another time, as they say.
Bill called over to me, “Looking good, Tammy. Why not come over for a nightcap, honey?”
I looked over in his direction, though everything was a little blurry.
Slurring my words, I said, “I’m heading to the Sledge Hammer. Wanna give me a ride?”
“Sure, doll, it would be my pleasure,” Bill replied.
“Great. I’m heading home to dress up. Pick me up in fifteen minutes.”
“Will do. Can’t wait, sweetheart.”
The Sledge Hammer. Quite a wild place. And there was apparently some agreement made somehow with the Sheriff’s office, so that nobody from the Sheriff’s department ever went to The Sledge Hammer to check out the goings on. Which encouraged more of the “pervert fringe” from miles around to hang out there.
I staggered to my trailer and made a b-line to my bedroom to pick out my wardrobe. Being as high as I was, I wanted to dress as sexy as possible.
I sat in front of my makeup mirror. I started by putting on some red lipstick, and applied some pink rouge to my cheeks. Then I put on some very long false eyelids, and a bit of eyeshadow.
I stood up and walked over to my dresser. I found some white nylon panties with a floral pattern, and matching bra, and put them on. I slipped into some stay up black nylons. Then I put on a tight, figure-hugging black tanktop which was long and just covered my butt. I then slipped on some green stiletto heels.
I staggered outside, where Bill was waiting. Mmm, I felt so slutty.
Bill came around and opened the passenger door to the truck. I stumbled and fell briefly in his arms.
I was in somewhat of a drunken stupor, like a dream state where I didn’t completely know what was going on, but I was guided by my fantasy of being such a slut tonight.
I giggled.
“Thanks for catching me baby. Mmm, you’re so cute”, I said. He had reached around and was caressing my ass. I leaned in and gave him a very sloppy French kiss.
Then he helped me into the truck and walked around to get in on the driver’s side.
“Boy, you’re really fucked up,” he said. “This is going to be an interesting evening.”
And we headed off. The bar was right down the road.
When we arrived, I had trouble opening the passenger door. Bill walked around and opened the door for me. I leaned over and he grabbed me and lifted me out. In the process, my tank top rode up so that my panty-covered ass was exposed. I was quite wobbly and leaned on Bill, who guided me to the front door and escorted me inside.
As we approached the bar, guys began whistling and cat-calling. I made my way to a barstool and pulled my tanktop back down. Then I sat on the barstool and leaned against the bar to steady myself.
The bartender approached.
“What’ll it be?” he asked.
“A screwdriver,” I replied.
“I’ll pay for your drink, Miss”, a voice came from down the bar. “But only if you take off your panties.”
“You’ve got a deal”, I said.
I stood up and slipped my panties down around my ankles. Then, steadying myself against the bar, I stepped out of the panties and handed them to Bill to hold for me.
Men started hooting and whistling.
I immediately started getting a hardon, which made my tanktop tent out. I looked down at it and giggled. Then I got back on the bar stool.
Soon a voice behind me said, “I’ve got her next round. Drink up, my dear.”
I quickly drained my glass and looked around. Standing behind me was a gentleman, I’d guess in his mid 60’s, with a tie and jacket which looked quite sharp (though I was having some trouble focusing!)
“Thanks, love,” I said.
He introduced himself. His name was Arthur. After some small talk, Arthur explained that he liked my looks a lot and he was an amateur photographer.
“I’d like to take you out of here, my dear,” said Arthur. “I have a limo waiting outside. I have a beautiful estate in the country. I’d like to take you there and photograph you this weekend. I’d pay you handsomely.”
He was cute. I liked older men. So I asked him what exactly “handsomely” meant.
“Well,” he replied. “Let’s say, um, $100 an hour? Plus I can put you up as long as you’d like. I have a well-stocked bar which you’d have full access to. What do you think?”
Well, I didn’t have to think twice. All that money to pose for such a handsome gentleman, and free booze to boot?
“When would we start?” I asked.
He replied, “Why don’t we head out right now? There is an extra bedroom ready for you so you can spend the night.”
“Sounds great, honey. Let me get a shot of vodka for the road.”
So saying, Arthur ordered a shot for me which I drank straight away.
Then I stood up and almost fell over, but Arthur caught me.
“I’m pretty wasted, Arthur. You’ll have to help me to the car.”
“My pleasure, my dear,” he responded.
I put my arm around his shoulder and staggered out.
There were boo’s in the bar. The boys did not want to see me go so soon.
We went out to the parking lot where the limo was parked. A chauffeur opened the rear door for me. Arthur helped me in, then walked around to the other side and got in.
We drove off.
“Say, baby, would you mind if I did a little coke? It’ll straighten me up some.”
“Why no, not at all,” replied Arthur.
I had a vial of coke powder which I retrieved from my purse. As I did so, Arthur pressed a button and a table folded out from the back of the partition between us and the driver.
I laid out several lines and snorted them up.
Arthur laid his hand on my thigh.
“Say, Arthur, you’re cute,” I said softly.
“And you’re beautiful,” said Arthur and stroked the inside of my thigh.
My cock rose in response.
“Let me show you some of my photos,” he continued, and reached up into a pocket on the partition. He pulled out a photo album.
Opening the album, he remarked, “I prefer outdoor photos, as you can see.”
The first photo showed a cute crossdresser stroking his hard cock against a tree.
My cock got even harder.
Arthur flipped the page in the album. The next photo was of a longhaired boy posing in the woods, dressed in panties and a bra. His cock stuck out from the top of the panties, as he smiled and posed.
Oh, Arthur, they’re great,” I cried.
Arthur continued rubbing the inside of my thigh.
I pulled off my tank top and was now completely nude.
I leaned over and kissed Arthur deeply.
I then reached down and felt through his pants.
His cock was stiff.
I undid his belt buckle, then pulled down his zipper and undid the button of his trousers. I bent down and started sucking his cock through his underwear.
I couldn’t stand it much longer. I pulled down his underpants and his rigid cock popped out.
I was wasted and delirious.
“MMm,” I muttered and I began rubbing my face against his cock.
Then I stuck out my tongue and licked his hard shaft until precum began oozing out. I licked the precum off of his swollen tip.
I love the taste of a man’s salty precum. It excites me to know how excited I am making him.
I grabbed his veiny cock with one hand and began sucking up and down, and up and down on his stiff meaty pole until I could feel him begin to convulse.
I withdrew my mouth from his meatpole and he shot warm jizz all over my face. Very warm, very wet, the cum of a man who is very excited. I wiped some off with my hand and licked the cum off of it.
Then I returned to licking and sucking his cock, rubbing his hard meat against my willing face,
showing him I was his slut, and I would do anything to please him.
(To be Continued)
My real name is Tommy but guys who know me call me Tammy, which I preferThen he added, “Why don’t you get out of those pants, you look uncomfortable.”
The room was spinning a little. I stood up and almost fell over, but I regained my balance. I unfastened my belt, then I pulled down my fly and unfastened my jeans button. I pulled the jeans down and fell back onto the couch. I’d spilled the vodka a bit, but then I chugged the rest of the glass.
It was a hot night, and I was in my neighbor Tony’s trailer. He’d invited me over earlier that evening for a drink, and one drink turned to two, two to three, and so on.
Right now, I felt like a fucking slut, my pants down around my ankles, and I knew I was turning Tony on.
“Hey, baby, have you got a cigarette?” I asked Tony as the room continued spinning around.
“Here you go, doll,” said Tony and he held out his pack of smokes.
I grabbed the pack and took one out and put it in my mouth.
“How about a light, sweetie?” I asked.
Tony lit his lighter and held it in front of me. I was so fucked up that it took me a minute to light my cigarette.
When I’d succeeded, I said, “Thank you, baby.”
I took a deep drag, then leaned down and pulled my jeans off. Now there I was, on the couch, in just a tshirt, panties, and my sandals.
From outside, I could hear a jukebox playing. There was a rowdy honky tonk just down the road about a half a mile, where many of the local men went to get good and fucked up.
Now I took off my panties and announced to Tony that I was heading over to the honky tonk.
“But first”, I explained, “I need to head back to my trailer and get dressed for the occasion.”
I stood up and staggered to the door. I crashed into the wall in so doing, and started laughing my butt off.
“Oh, baby, I am good and fucked up”, I declared.
I giggled and fell on the floor.
I pulled off my tshirt while on the ground, then slowly stood myself back up to an upright, if quite wobbly, position.
Tony let out a whistle.
“I say, girl, if you don’t have the sexiest tan. I’m gettin’ some serious wood lookin’ you over.”
I grinned and looked down at my body, and in so doing I crashed into the wall again, only this time without falling over. Progress! I thought to myself and began laughing. Tony handed me another drink, which I chugged down.
“Hey, baby, am I a total cunt or what?” I asked. I felt so turned on, despite being so fucked up. I stumbled over to the entrance door to the trailer ad swung it open, almost falling out it the process. I went out and stood on the top of the steps leading down.
I started down and fell over, landing at the bottom. I laughed and pulled myself up. There I was, naked except my boots, holding the step railings to steady myself.
There were about thirty trailers in the park, which had a circular road connecting everyone before it led out of the park by a dirt road onto the local highway.
I looked up to greet a full moon. Man, how I love the full moon. It lit up the woods around me, and anyone who looked could see me there, nude except for my boots.
My cock stiffened.
I staggered along the circular road toward my camper, weaving and falling down several times. Yet I had a mission which drove me on, I was going to the honky tonk to become the dream of every man there, I would be a total whore for the night.
Suddenly I heard someone whistling at me. It came from Bill Evans’ trailer.
Yep, there he was, on his little stoop, checking me out. I knew I looked good, with my cock at full mast and my titties on display. My Mom’s third husband, Willy had paid for those titties. He convinced my alcoholic Mom that they would pay for themselves, since I’d be able to work as a stripper at the bar out on the edge of town where all the perverts of all persuasions hung out and nobody ever asked questions. It was called The Sledge Hammer.
I first stripped there a couple of years ago. But that’s a story for another time, as they say.
Bill called over to me, “Looking good, Tammy. Why not come over for a nightcap, honey?”
I looked over in his direction, though everything was a little blurry.
Slurring my words, I said, “I’m heading to the Sledge Hammer. Wanna give me a ride?”
“Sure, doll, it would be my pleasure,” Bill replied.
“Great. I’m heading home to dress up. Pick me up in fifteen minutes.”
“Will do. Can’t wait, sweetheart.”
The Sledge Hammer. Quite a wild place. And there was apparently some agreement made somehow with the Sheriff’s office, so that nobody from the Sheriff’s department ever went to The Sledge Hammer to check out the goings on. Which encouraged more of the “pervert fringe” from miles around to hang out there.
I staggered to my trailer and made a b-line to my bedroom to pick out my wardrobe. Being as high as I was, I wanted to dress as sexy as possible.
I sat in front of my makeup mirror. I started by putting on some red lipstick, and applied some pink rouge to my cheeks. Then I put on some very long false eyelids, and a bit of eyeshadow.
I stood up and walked over to my dresser. I found some white nylon panties with a floral pattern, and matching bra, and put them on. I slipped into some stay up black nylons. Then I put on a tight, figure-hugging black tanktop which was long and just covered my butt. I then slipped on some green stiletto heels.
I staggered outside, where Bill was waiting. Mmm, I felt so slutty.
Bill came around and opened the passenger door to the truck. I stumbled and fell briefly in his arms.
I was in somewhat of a drunken stupor, like a dream state where I didn’t completely know what was going on, but I was guided by my fantasy of being such a slut tonight.
I giggled.
“Thanks for catching me baby. Mmm, you’re so cute”, I said. He had reached around and was caressing my ass. I leaned in and gave him a very sloppy French kiss.
Then he helped me into the truck and walked around to get in on the driver’s side.
“Boy, you’re really fucked up,” he said. “This is going to be an interesting evening.”
And we headed off. The bar was right down the road.
When we arrived, I had trouble opening the passenger door. Bill walked around and opened the door for me. I leaned over and he grabbed me and lifted me out. In the process, my tank top rode up so that my panty-covered ass was exposed. I was quite wobbly and leaned on Bill, who guided me to the front door and escorted me inside.
As we approached the bar, guys began whistling and cat-calling. I made my way to a barstool and pulled my tanktop back down. Then I sat on the barstool and leaned against the bar to steady myself.
The bartender approached.
“What’ll it be?” he asked.
“A screwdriver,” I replied.
“I’ll pay for your drink, Miss”, a voice came from down the bar. “But only if you take off your panties.”
“You’ve got a deal”, I said.
I stood up and slipped my panties down around my ankles. Then, steadying myself against the bar, I stepped out of the panties and handed them to Bill to hold for me.
Men started hooting and whistling.
I immediately started getting a hardon, which made my tanktop tent out. I looked down at it and giggled. Then I got back on the bar stool.
Soon a voice behind me said, “I’ve got her next round. Drink up, my dear.”
I quickly drained my glass and looked around. Standing behind me was a gentleman, I’d guess in his mid 60’s, with a tie and jacket which looked quite sharp (though I was having some trouble focusing!)
“Thanks, love,” I said.
He introduced himself. His name was Arthur. After some small talk, Arthur explained that he liked my looks a lot and he was an amateur photographer.
“I’d like to take you out of here, my dear,” said Arthur. “I have a limo waiting outside. I have a beautiful estate in the country. I’d like to take you there and photograph you this weekend. I’d pay you handsomely.”
He was cute. I liked older men. So I asked him what exactly “handsomely” meant.
“Well,” he replied. “Let’s say, um, $100 an hour? Plus I can put you up as long as you’d like. I have a well-stocked bar which you’d have full access to. What do you think?”
Well, I didn’t have to think twice. All that money to pose for such a handsome gentleman, and free booze to boot?
“When would we start?” I asked.
He replied, “Why don’t we head out right now? There is an extra bedroom ready for you so you can spend the night.”
“Sounds great, honey. Let me get a shot of vodka for the road.”
So saying, Arthur ordered a shot for me which I drank straight away.
Then I stood up and almost fell over, but Arthur caught me.
“I’m pretty wasted, Arthur. You’ll have to help me to the car.”
“My pleasure, my dear,” he responded.
I put my arm around his shoulder and staggered out.
There were boo’s in the bar. The boys did not want to see me go so soon.
We went out to the parking lot where the limo was parked. A chauffeur opened the rear door for me. Arthur helped me in, then walked around to the other side and got in.
We drove off.
“Say, baby, would you mind if I did a little coke? It’ll straighten me up some.”
“Why no, not at all,” replied Arthur.
I had a vial of coke powder which I retrieved from my purse. As I did so, Arthur pressed a button and a table folded out from the back of the partition between us and the driver.
I laid out several lines and snorted them up.
Arthur laid his hand on my thigh.
“Say, Arthur, you’re cute,” I said softly.
“And you’re beautiful,” said Arthur and stroked the inside of my thigh.
My cock rose in response.
“Let me show you some of my photos,” he continued, and reached up into a pocket on the partition. He pulled out a photo album.
Opening the album, he remarked, “I prefer outdoor photos, as you can see.”
The first photo showed a cute crossdresser stroking his hard cock against a tree.
My cock got even harder.
Arthur flipped the page in the album. The next photo was of a longhaired boy posing in the woods, dressed in panties and a bra. His cock stuck out from the top of the panties, as he smiled and posed.
Oh, Arthur, they’re great,” I cried.
Arthur continued rubbing the inside of my thigh.
I pulled off my tank top and was now completely nude.
I leaned over and kissed Arthur deeply.
I then reached down and felt through his pants.
His cock was stiff.
I undid his belt buckle, then pulled down his zipper and undid the button of his trousers. I bent down and started sucking his cock through his underwear.
I couldn’t stand it much longer. I pulled down his underpants and his rigid cock popped out.
I was wasted and delirious.
“MMm,” I muttered and I began rubbing my face against his cock.
Then I stuck out my tongue and licked his hard shaft until precum began oozing out. I licked the precum off of his swollen tip.
I love the taste of a man’s salty precum. It excites me to know how excited I am making him.
I grabbed his veiny cock with one hand and began sucking up and down, and up and down on his stiff meaty pole until I could feel him begin to convulse.
I withdrew my mouth from his meatpole and he shot warm jizz all over my face. Very warm, very wet, the cum of a man who is very excited. I wiped some off with my hand and licked the cum off of it.
Then I returned to licking and sucking his cock, rubbing his hard meat against my willing face,
showing him I was his slut, and I would do anything to please him.
(To be Continued)
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