Trailer Trash
- 3 years ago
- 28
- 0
My boyfriend is sitting on my face No offence against trailers intended. I love trailers. Lived in one, would happily live in one again, so, you know, shut up. Trailer trash My boyfriend is sitting on my face. I?m not too happy about it, but there?s not much I can do ? he?s a scary guy, and I?m not brave. He bounces, presses down harder on my face, and that?s his way of saying my tongue isn?t working hard enough inside his ass. I hurriedly stiffen my tongue even more, wiggle it faster...
Chapter Eleven: Rough and Gentle (M+/f, F/f, blackmail) ************* Tina awoke screaming. Ice cold water was spraying down on her body. She lashed about, trying to keep the water out of her face, but strong hands restrained her. She gurgled as water rushed into her mouth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get up from her sitting position. Her strong slender legs flailed about helplessly as someone laughed gleefully at her plight. She was in the shower, at home at her trailer, she...
Mister Hamilton was well-aware of Tammy’s improvement in the matter of conversing in complete sentences with proper pronunciation. Her usage of slang words and outright obscenities was curtailed to the bare essentials. He was so satisfied with her improvement and her dedication to following his program of better conversational skills that he gifted her with a diamond bracelet that did a lot more to impress her than his skilled rimming of her hindquarters performed with great gusto underneath...
Trailer Trash It all started when my wife asked me to take Sue Johnson her payroll check. Sue had called in sick that day but had said that she needed the money to by food with. So my wife sent me to deliver it to her in person. I had to drive out of town about seven miles to an old rundown trailer park. Number twenty-seven was right at the very end of two long rows of broken down cars, barking dogs, and kids that looked like they needed a bath. The men that I saw were all shaggy...
the store she'd worked at off-and-on for three years, beginning to feel desperate. She'd gone straight from the woods to Michelle's house only to find that her best friend would be gone for the night over at her dad's house. Her mom had let her use the phone to call home, however, and Tina had spoken briefly with her dad. He was still angry, and now he was really drunk, too. He'd told her that she was a "selfish little girl" and that she wasn't welcome back until she...
was sitting on a lawn chair just outside the front door to the trailer home smoking a cigarette. She was agitated: her body was trembling uncontrollably. She felt like she should probably eat, but had no appetite. Her mind was racing and she found it difficult to concentrate on anything. The sun had set and it was almost eight o' clock. She'd been fucked by two loan sharks a couple hours before. She still couldn't believe how fantastic it had been, how incredibly awesome...
Chapter Ten: Tina the Teen (M/g, M+/g, coercion, oral) ************* For her eleventh birthday, Tina Carlson had given herself a present: the young girl had taken a walk down to the creek where she read a Christopher Pike book underneath the shade of a tall oak tree. She’d read the ratty paperback from beginning to end, and spent the entire day in the warm summer air. She drank from the creek when she was thirsty; stepped out into the hot sun’s rays when she got cold. It would have been a...
speed. The chill autumn air blew hard against her face, blowing away her tears. She made a sharp turn down a random trail, not caring where she was going until she reached the top of a hill, where she stopped. Sniffling softly she dismounted her bike. She grabbed her purse and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, then sat down at the base of a tree. She inhaled a deep breath of smoke, exhaled slowly, then gingerly touched her right cheek. It stung. She pulled out her rarely...
regular aerobics in front of the television. She wore a pair of tight gray sweat-pants and a red tank top that left her firm belly fully exposed. She'd been working out for over an hour without a break. She was beginning to feel woozy. Tina exercised like this because she thought she was fat. She wasn't, of course (not even close) but like a lot of girls her age she was so paranoid about looking obese that she worked out regularly and ate as little as possible. This was...
Great, Jared’s mom was already a drunk but when her sister Margrette was in town she became even worse. The first time Jared had seen a woman naked in person was when Marg was visting. He had come back to the trailer and his mom and Margrette were getting gang banged in their living room. Jared had seen porn before then, but it was weird for the first naked women he ever saw in person were his mom and aunt getting fucked by a couple guys. As Jared got on his bike he couldn’t help but think of...
For some reason, the origins of which totally escaped her, Tammy was sub-consciously ashamed of living in a sub-standard mobile home park. She knew there were several well-maintained trailer parks not far from her mother’s long-time home, but Shady Acres was definitely not one of them. At first, she made the excuse that it was the age of the units or that the residents were unusually poverty stricken just like her single parent mom or the Hernandez family next door that seemed to rotate...
slurred and dreamlike. No one heard her say that. She was alone in her small bedroom, laying naked in the dark, staring at the ceiling. She was only now slowly realizing that she'd awoken from her dream and that her left hand was softly cupping her pussy. She closed her eyes, not caring that she was awake, and continued thinking of Derek, the school bus driver. In her fantasy she was squatting over him naked, getting ready to press herself down onto his hard cock. She was...
Chapter Nine: Tina on Her Knees (M/f, M+/f, drugs, oral, petting) ************* Tina Carlson was sitting in the corner of the room, her knees pulled up to her chest. Through blurry eyes she stared into the mass of bodies, the large gathering of people at this party. They were oblivious to her presence; completely oblivious to her misery. Either they didn’t see her, or they just didn’t care. It was nearing eleven, and the house was packed. Tina had been at the party since 9pm or so,...
Wednesday. And she didn't plan on going today. Tuesday morning her dad woke her up pounding on her bedroom door and yelling that she'd missed the school bus. She managed to make up an excuse about it being a half day so that he'd leave her alone. She didn't want to go to school: she felt like total shit both physically and mentally. Physically, her eye was still throbbing in pain and her ass was sore from the fucking the previous night. Mentally, well, she felt like...
As I drove down the dirt road, a thick forrest on my left and farmland asfar as the eye could see, it occurred to me for the first time this mightbe a bad idea. Let me explain. I am a young virile male, aged 20,weighing in at a healthy 185 lbs, 5’11 inches tall, and well muscled toboot, if I say so myself. It’s not really bragging to say I’m good lookingbecause I can’t even count the number of women I’ve fucked by now. I guessyou could say I started young (the first girl I fucked was a slutty...
The best friends, Mike and Alex, walked back to their trailer park from the bus stop together. Nothing unusual there. They lived on the opposite side of the same trailer park and had practically grown up together. The best bud's enjoyed each other's company like brothers. But somehow Alex knew something was up with his best friend. Mike, a very tough mother fucker, had invited Alex to spend the rest of the day with him in their trailer. His parents weren't at home, and Mike could use Alex's...
out of her pussy. She slowly shook her head from left to right. Then, finally, she opened her eyes and stared up at a large, sweaty body. The groggy teenager had no idea who this guy was at first. She smiled at the sensation of his cock planted deeply within her, fantasizing perhaps that this was some lover of hers waking her up with a romantic love- making session. The sleepy teen began to lift her arms, wanting to drape them over this man’s back, hold him to her prone young...
The rain squalls that preceded the approaching hurricane lashed the almost empty streets with pulsating waves of heavy drops that fell with accelerated force on the remaining creatures in the path of the coming storm. Tammy finished screwing in her sturdy shutters on the doors and windows of the double-wide but she knew it was wishful thinking because flimsy residences were not designed to withstand winds in excess of a category two storm. According to the weather reports, this baby was a...
“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...
After my first time with Merida, about a week went by before she invited me to come to her home. Her dad was gone and her mom was busy screwing around with one of the employees that worked at the Bar & Grill they owned, so Merida didn't expect her parents to be home anytime soon. She had the house all to herself. An excited, hormone filled, sex-addled teen, I made my way to her home. It was a 45 minute drive with long, winding roads that led deep into the countryside. Far from any major...
Kyle Williams had a dream. It was a simple dream as many are, but like many dreams it required something of an effort to make it come true. Oh, sure, Kyle and many like him spent many hours dreaming of the end result and saying things like 'If I was', or 'it would be great if' or 'when I win the Powerball I'llÉ' but for the most part that was as far as the dreamers went to achieve their dream. Oh, sure, many people in the world went part way down the path that led them to achieving at...
Monday is trash day. The trash man comes early, often before dawn. It is a noisy and aggressive process - emptying the bins. The trash man makes no effort to soften his intrusion into our early morning quietude, so my wife and I usually go on and get up.We've had a long and contentious relationship with the trash man. It's been the same guy for as long as we've lived here. He is a grump and the more we strived to get into his good graces, the more he seemed to dislike us. It's been thoroughly...
They were only a dozen steps outside of the office, so they went back inside where Henry and the girls were still in the meeting room. They were doing just what Mark was going to do, looking up New York City’s trash situation! Internet search results revealed that (DSNY) New York Department of Sanitation’s budget was over $2 billion per year to manage over 14 million tonnes of garbage, with some of it even being shipped overseas for processing. Jacob had a huge smile on his face; this was...
So for those of you who have followed some of our stories are stories wrong real and you will see that we like to do a little exhibitionist whether it's in the car and adult bookstore or at hotel we moved about 3 years ago to a new subdivision that has about a hundred homes and has a few streets at Vero off the main road we happen to live on I'm one of the side streets that has 10 homes on it that is shaped like a j and dead-ends we happen to live in the middle of that street so when you drive...
He burst into the house trailer through the unlocked door, eyes blazing like a wild beast, looking left and right in pursuit of his prey. “Where’s the little brat, Ma?!” he growled asking his 64-year old mother who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching the Family channel. She was the grandmother of the little brat and pointed in direction of the bathroom saying in a hushed voice, “She just went in when she heard you pulling up.” He stomped down the narrow corridor to the...
Kathy (white trash whore) part 4 It was 12.45pm on Saturday. Kathy was in the bedroom dressing for work. Well………. she was actually dressing as if she were going to go to work. She unwrapped the towel around her, then gave her freshly shaven snatch a careful inspection in the mirror. It looked as smooth as it felt. She put on her blouse, at Lenny’s request she did not wear a bra, then sat on the bed to get into her sheer black tights. She would have preferred stockings, but Lenny had...
"Tomorrow is trash day!" my wife called down to me in the kitchen. "You need to get the trash out to the street.""No, problem, I'm on it." I returned to her request. I started picking up the trash room by room, in the large trash bag. When picked up the kitchen trash and dumped it into the collection bag, I got the surprise of my life. A used condom from the middle of the kitchen trash can fell onto the floor. I picked it up, looked at it and started to call to my wife. Before a word came out...
I’m an average guy nothing much to look at 5’10” about 250 not huge but not small either. I don’t get laid much but when I do its usually some sloppy drunk fat whore who nobody else will touch. Which explains why I don’t even go to the club until closing time on Saturday night. I was cruising downtown last Saturday night looking for a skank to bang when I found myself outside a real dive called Rick’s. Rick’s is so sleazy hookers don’t even go in...
I work for a guy who owns a bunch of properties, one day he calls me. I had to do a clean out of a mobile home, in a trailer park. Working in trailer parks suck, people try to steal everything that’s not nailed down. But I always make out, with the stuff I find in the houses. I find money, jewelry and tools all the time. I carry my baseball bat in and search the house on my first visit. Squatters are something I don’t wanna find. After I’m done my search I change the locks. I walk in and...
Vicki Lynn blow dried her long blond tresses and pulled them back into a ponytail. She rushed out of the bathroom attached to her master bedroom in the 877 square foot single wide trailer she shared with her nineteen year-old son, Tyler, and her on-again-off-again fiancé, Lamar. She grabbed the keys to her red 2004 Oldsmobile Alero coupe. She was running late for her afternoon shift as a waitress at Finnegan’s. Before darting out the door, she kissed Lamar’s forehead.“Bye baby,” replied the...
By Jennifer Kilmey First... a word or two of caution. I have noticed my stories have generated a bit of negative feedback. This story, (like all the tales I have to tell you) is a SNUFF story. It is a work of fiction... of fantasy... (I trust you know the difference between fantasy and real life.) If you find the thought of pretty young girls dying in exquisite terror and agony to be arousing, you might enjoy this humble offering. If such dark thoughts offend or repel you, please save...
My mom and my aunt started getting into some heavier drugs and would often go out on benders. Leaving me to fend for myself a lot of the time. They'd come back after 2-3 days of being "out" and be basically dead to the world . Sleeping for 16-20 hours straight kind of thing . They were a mess needless to say . I spent most of my time at a buddies house . Playing vids. Smoking pot. Really nothing to crazy. But one night. My family dynamic changed pretty drastically. I was just 16 at the...
Being a drunken, puking, insecure, naive mess freshman year of college, I at least was able to date a girl a year older than me who was also a drunken, insecure, chain-smoking, sex-addicted mess. She certainly was not naive, though. And this is how she made me a little less so. I wasn't even planning on spending time with her that night. We were in a confused stage in our relationship; I had come home from winter break, during which she'd gone through some problems and sort of ignored me. Since...
Drunk sexSince Eve just turns off and stays turned off until I start moving around, and Leon had the operatives trick of sleeping like the dead, when he felt safe, I was the one who showered first. When I came out my hair was soaked and laying flat against my head in clumps. I wore my morning outfit just as if I were home alone. I wore grey sweat pants and a red sweat shirt. The were shapeless but they were warm and easy to maintain. I could wear them an hour or two in the morning for a week before I...
It was time. The few who made the long journey for the sweet prize were gathered in the control bridge so the ship's captain could give his final instructions. "Listen up, you have all been taught to speak the local language and have practiced the words during the entire trip to this small planet. We may be superior beings, but we don't have what they do; we don't have the raw material, nor do we have the knowledge. We are not here to steal either the raw material, or one their species...
“‘Number One Ladies Detective Agency’ – so it actually exists,” mused Tracy as she read the brass plaque on the door. “Wasn’t there a TV programme or somethink? Oh, what the fuck…” She rang the doorbell. It was answered by a strikingly attractive black woman – older than Tracy by a few years perhaps, but slender, glamorous, and with large breasts straining at the jacket of her rather fine red skirt suit. “Tracy? Come in. I’m Billy Webb,” said the woman with a broad smile, as she proffered her...
FetishIt tickled as the glob of conditioner slipped from my long wet hair, ran down the indentation of my spine and landed with a resounding splat on the shower floor. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined it was a lover’s tongue softly gliding slowly down my back. I shivered as I reached for the bottle of expensive hair product to try again while contemplating the last time anyone touched me anywhere with a finger, a tongue, a throbbing penis.Twenty-two years of marriage and the last five...
CheatingThis story is a complete work of fiction. This work depicts acts between two persons who are both the legal age of consent. For background into this story please read James and His Trailer Trash Mom Part 1 Since the day Crystal had caught her son James masturbating in her room she had not spoken to him. Being much taller, stronger, and heavier than him, she had overcome him physically and shoved his face into a dirty pair of her panties while verbally taunting him. When he escaped she had...
This story is a complete work of fiction. This work depicts acts between two persons who are both the legal age of consent. The trailer house had walls as thin as the layers of an onion. No matter how one tried any sound seemed to carry from one end to the other. In this case it did not matter because Crystal was moaning and screaming as loud as she could while LeRolondo was giving her his BBC without any notion of restraint. The headboard of her bed was slamming up against the wall with the...
“Next!” said the lunch lady. “Excuse me, that’s not what I wanted.” Viciously she raised her eyes at me. “You think I wanted a job where I had to serve ungrateful brats like yourself? Let me tell you that the answer to that is NO! Welcome to life, where we don’t always get what we want – NEXT!” Her whole being was so stereotypical that it almost seemed as if she had walked straight out of every high school movie I had ever seen. From the muddy posture to the snappish attitude. “Jeese,...
People around these parts know me as Bo, but my real name is Charlie Henderson. I live with my momma, Audrey, in what she likes to call a “mobile home.” That’s fancy talk for a traveling box situated in a “trailer park.”Momma don’t like me sayin’ them words ‘cause it ain’t proper. Says folk will end up callin’ us “trash.” Maybe we is trash but that don’t mean we ain’t happy. Sure, times can get rough, loss of jobs, bills to pay, what have you. But me and momma always come out on top.Ever since...
IncestI would almost sprint home from my buddies house. Checking to see if her and mom were back from their next bender. I never really knew when they would be back. Sometimes it would just be my mom. Other times , I assume they were passed out at their friend or dealers house . But finally. Finally. I came home , and the pieces were all layed out . A quiet trailer. Mom out cold on the couch . A devilish grin passing my lips I'm sure as I tipped down the hall to my room. "Creeeeek" the...
People around these parts know me as Bo, but my real name is Charlie Henderson. I live with my momma, Audrey, in what she likes to call a "mobile home." That's fancy talk for a traveling box situated in a "trailer park." Momma don't like me sayin' them words 'cause it ain't proper. Says folk will end up callin' us "trash." Maybe we is trash but that don't mean we ain't happy. Sure, times can get rough, loss of jobs, bills to pay, what have you. But me and momma always come out on...
SRU: The Tricks and the Treats By Darb Trebmal The wizard was hurrying about in the back of his shop with the treats that would change some unsuspecting people. They were the best candy bars he had yet made. He finished wrapping them in their new and impressive wrapper and smiled with admiration. This was definitely going to get some people. Just then, his assistant and prot?g?e walked in and inquired about the candy that the wizard was smiling at. "These are 'Snuckers', the ...
I wasn’t sure what he wanted, he knew fucking well how old I was. “Seventeen” was my puzzled answer. “You ever get laid?” “What?” “Laid! Screwed, fucked, had sex, done the bed bounce boogie! Or are you still as pure as new fucking snow?” he growled with heavy sarcasm. I was shocked into silence, even for my asshole father this was over the top. I looked at the five empty beer bottles beside his chair and shuddered, it was going to be another long night before I could escape to my room. ...
Tracy liked to smoke. And she liked to fuck. And she liked to smoke and fuck. And fuck and smoke. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good.The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of...
FetishKathy opened the front door and walked in taking off her coat and hanging it on the hall stand. She was surprised to see the light on in the living room and even more surprised to see her husband sitting at the computer. “Thought you’d be in bed by now Jeff” “Hiya sweetie, didn’t realise it was this late…. how’s your day been?” One thing Kathy really didn’t like was when he called her sweetie, but she kicked off her shoes, walked over to him putting her hands on his shoulders before...
The best sissy transformation story I ever read :White TrashBy The ScallywagsI’ve been a cross-dresser since about age thirteen. It’s not something I’mproud of. I’d like to stop, but it’s like a d**g and its sleazy allure soondrags me back from my latest attempt at abstinence. This time, withhorrific consequences.Me? Well I’m a white male, a lot shorter than I’d ideally like at 5′ 6”and weighing in at about 145 pounds. I’ve never been one for sports andhave always steered well clear of v******e...
Disclaimer: This really happened in the spring of 2014I had since long a fantasy of being brutally and violently ****d and humiliated by a bunch of well hung black guys. I fantasized about it often during masturbation and decided it was about time it really happened. I had a good relationship with the owners of a local sex club that had arranged gangbangs for me before. So I called them to see what they could do for me. I asked them if they could get a few well hung black guys to really...
My eyes roamed over the display full of desserts: tarts, pies, cakes, and, above all, the famous cupcakes. Sweet Tasty Treats was Eversham’s most popular bakery and the cupcakes were a big part of that reputation. I had come in fairly late expecting the selection to be down to a few scraps, but it wasn’t too bad. My eyes zeroed in on a huge chocolate cupcake with mint icing. “Hi, Chris,” a cheery female voice sang out. I looked up with a grin on my face. The other attraction of Sweet...
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,...
Halloween NightTyler lifted the top of the last illuminated Jack-O-Lantern and blew out the candle. He held the pumpkin up and smiled. He liked the way the smoke seeped out through the carved out facial features of the gourd. Placing it back down at his feet, he stood on the steps of the now much more darkened porch to his house. In fact, all of the houses on the street were a lot less bright, the height of the trick-or-treating ending a couple of hours earlier. Only a couple of stragglers in...
Straight SexAfter three months of Uni, I was happy and settled. I had a great roomie, excellent courses and a nice little job in the Uni café four evenings a week, which helped stretch my meagre funds.Of course, it was all too good to be true. The Uni authorities decided to sell off the café to an outside company to reduce costs.Not the cost to students, of course, as the prices all went up, but without wishing to sound bitter, I was out of a job.So, here I was Skyping with my mum and explaining how tight...
LesbianHalloween Night Tyler lifted the top of the last illuminated Jack-O-Lantern and blew out the candle. He held the pumpkin up and smiled. He liked the way the smoke seeped out through the carved out facial features of the gourd. Placing it back down at his feet, he stood on the steps of the now much more darkened porch to his house. In fact, all of the houses on the street were a lot less bright, the height of the trick-or-treating ending a couple of hours earlier. Only a couple of stragglers...
HALLOWEEN TREATS by Throne "B... but, honey, this isn't the costume you were supposed to order for me," I said petulantly, as I looked into the box. Staring back at me was an adult-size diaper, two large safety pins, and a pair of plastic panties on the same scale. My wife Cleo said, "Sorry, Dink, but that's what they sent. You're not saying that it was ME who got it wrong, are you?" I glanced at the threatening look on her face and swallowed drily. "N... no, dear," I said...
No Tricks, Just Treats Author's note: My first Halloween story, though a little late. So, please go easy on me. Anyway, I do hope you'll like it. And if you do or you've enjoyed any of my stories so far, do check out Lheriss stories as well. They are available here on FictionMania as well as DA and Pt. * Carmen and her teenage daughter was staying in for this year's Halloween. At 18, Lara felt that she was way past the age of tricking. The last time she had joined her friends...
At that age the opportunity to go trick or treating was evaporating. It already happened to my brother a few years ago. They give you a hard time when dishing out the treats. So, me and my friends decided to go all out. My mom did a fantastic job on the makeup. The pictures she took proved it. Every house we went to had no idea I lived in the neighborhood. Being a witch took time, but I was completely decked out. Long black dress, a wide brimmed hat with a straggly grey wig overflowing out...
Charlie had had a productive day, by his standards. He had finished sequencing another song, and was now sitting at his desk in his study sorting out some sundry paperwork. He was surprised Tracy was wasn’t back yet – it was nearly five o’clock. And after all she had been fired from her last job, hadn’t she? And it was just a job interview this morning, wasn’t it? Oh yes, she’d been in a bad mood first thing, hadn’t she, about her smoking? (Charlie had almost forgotten.) “Girls,” muttered...
Fetish