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Oil prices having dropped seem to have affected things at the strip bar. Us girls are having a hard time paying our bills. So when my friend and co-worker Donna suggested we rent a trailer together, I jumped on that shit. You all know how much I love being naked, well guess what so does Donna. I know that this is probably hard for you to imagine, but I think that Donna is even more of a nasty whore than me. We have been so busy playing with each other today that we barely made it into work. Donna made my pussy so wet and juicy when she was shaking her tits and ass up on that stage that I couldn’t wait until we got home to finger fuck that pussy. I had to take her into the bathroom and finger fuck that pussy right there on the floor. I already had two fingers in her cunt, but she was screaming more, more, more!
I am a super hot blond stripper, and the club I work at is totally nude. My pussy is the prettiest part of my body. I love to show it off to men in the club. I also like to tease. Since while we are at the club you can look but you can’t touch. I love when I am on stage and you are sitting down below me. I come over to you and kneel down and spread my legs far apart so that you can see my pretty little pussy. You are even able to smell how sweet it is. I can see how hard you are in your pants, and how badly you want to touch my pussy. I just smile and giggle. Then I tell you that I might go to a hotel with you when I finish my shift, but first you will have to convince me that you are worthy of my pussy.
Even though I live in a condo in the city now, I originally grew up in a trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks. I grew up knowing I was trailer park trash and I loved every minute of it. I was the biggest trailer trash whore of all. Gang bangs with the neighborhood boys was a common occurrence. I was known the be the cause of a few broken marriages. I flaunted my body shamelessly and used my pussy top get anything I wanted.
When I moved to the city, not a lot changed, except now I was a little bit higher class of a whore and I could wear more expensive slutty clothes. As I’ve gotten older, I try to carry myself with a little more class, even though I love to get nasty and freaky. I keep it a little more toned down in public. That’s why I love to go home to visit. When I go home, I go right back to my roots. I can still out-slut any slut in the trailer park.
I’m excited about the upcoming weekend. I’m going home for a weekend with the folks. I’ve already talked to some old friends about a bon fire. I sure hope he remembers bon fire is code for “gang bang whore takes on all comers”. My pussy is dripping wet thinking about all that cock. I’m ready to have my slutty body packed air-tight as they used to call it. Maybe Mom and Dad will even join in on this one. It sure was a lot of fun the time it turned into a family affair.
My friend dropped me off at the car wash to pick my car up. I had left it for detailing this morning. As he pulled off, I realized I had left my purse lying on his seat. No purse means no credit card. What in the world was I going to do? It was over 10 miles home and these heels did not make for a fun walk. With nothing else to do, I approached the manager and told him my situation. He told me not to fret. He knew who I was and was sure we could work out an alternate form of payment if I desired. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees with a cock in my mouth. The guy who did the detailing on my car was more than happy to receive alternate payment. As his boss looked on, I gave a stellar performance, sucking his employee’s cock down my throat balls deep. When he started to cum, I swallowed all his yummy cum and was looking for more. The manager was stepped forward and produced his large, thick cock for me to suck as well. Before I left with my car, I had serviced all 5 men who worked in the shop that day. I wonder who is looking more forward to next week’s car wash – them or me?